"Kill!"
A dwarven general clad in heavy armour jumped down from the ship. As soon as he got off, an arrow flew towards his eyes.
However, he only tilted his head slightly, letting the arrow hit his helmet with a clang.
Soon after, the strongest warrior of the Dawson Clan let out a furious roar, smashing the hammer in his hands viciously against the ground.
* Boom! *
A violent shockwave spread out, and the soft beach immediately caved in. It was as if a giant underground beast had opened its mouth and swallowed the hundreds of Golden Lion Legion soldiers.
Tumu laughed maniacally, roaring like a beast.
"Charge! Tear these humans to shreds! "
This valiant warrior of the fifth rank greeted the Golden Lion Legion in his own way as soon as he appeared.
A large gap was torn open in the Golden Lion Legion's dense formation. Tumu led the charge, and the dwarven heavy infantry behind him roared as they charged into the Golden Lion Legion's formation.
The Golden Lion Legion's frontline was constantly pushed back by the dwarven heavy infantry. Their swords and bows were unable to break through the defence of the heavy armour.
In order to cause any damage to the dwarven heavy infantry, they needed a special weapon – a warhammer.
However, Knight Campbell hadn't expected the dwarves to send their most elite heavy infantry to the battlefield so quickly, so he didn't send the warhammer company to the frontlines.
In a short period of time, the Golden Lion Legion's frontline was continuously pushed back. The dwarven heavy infantry were like sharp blades that stabbed into the human formation, leaving bloody trails in their wake.
The valor of the elite dwarven troops was vividly displayed at this moment.
More and more dwarven infantry crossed the pontoon bridge, finally gaining a foothold in the shallow waters.
Knight Campbell couldn't sit still any longer. He hurriedly ordered the warhammer company to charge forward and send more soldiers to seize the frontline.
However, Colin shook his head and stopped Knight Campbell, "Don't be hasty. Let the frontline troops withdraw first. The frontline will be given to the dwarves. "
Knight Cambenin hesitated for a moment, but then he remembered that Viscount Angley was said to be Marquis García's most valued general, and that he had won consecutive victories in Silverymoon City and the Troll Empire. Of course, he wasn't a layman who didn't understand military affairs.
"Yes!"
Wizard Kusius, who had been pretending to be invisible, suddenly spoke up, "Viscount Angley, if you need me, I can help you destroy the dwarves' pontoon bridge."
Colin was surprised as he turned around and looked at Vera's teacher from head to toe. After a short while, he smiled and said, "What is the price that you have to pay to help me?"
"There's no price!" Kusius smiled and shook his head, his face full of sincerity.
However, Colin thought to himself, 'Free is the most expensive.'
He didn't know what Wizard Kudos was planning, but he didn't let his guard down.
"For now, there's no need to trouble you. The Golden Lion Legion is capable of dealing with a mere Dawson clan."
In fact, Colin's plan was to let a portion of the dwarven army cross the river and then attack them halfway.
In this battle of resistance, his plan was to give the Dawson clan a painful beating!
This way, when the Golden Lion Legion retreated, the Dawson clan wouldn't dare to cross the river and chase after them.
If Kusius destroyed the pontoon bridge or defended the frontline so that the dwarves couldn't cross the river, then they wouldn't be able to cause enough casualties to the dwarven army.
Although allowing the dwarves to gain a foothold at the frontline would make the following battle more difficult, this was a price that had to be paid.
Scholar Dwayne had helped Colin determine the strategy of 'defending', but when it came time to take the initiative to attack, Colin would not hesitate.
Moreover, the more you wanted to retreat, the more you wanted to make the enemy think that you wanted to fight to the death.
Therefore, Colin was prepared to fight this battle as a decisive battle.
As the Golden Lion Legion retreated, more and more dwarven soldiers crossed the bridge and gradually formed a formation on the south bank of the river.
However, they didn't rashly chase after them. Instead, they waited for more of their allies to cross the river.
On the opposite bank, Marquis Dawson saw that his army had successfully occupied the frontline so quickly and immediately laughed, "The Golden Lion Legion is only so-so!"
The dwarven officer on the side also laughed and said, "After all, it was chaotic last night. They're probably dozing off right now."
"Still, we can't let our guard down." Marquis Dawson's smile disappeared and he sternly said, "Tell Tumu to guard the frontline well and not to attack rashly."
"Yes!"
… …
After the bloody battle at the beginning, the battlefield suddenly quieted down, as if it had entered the intermission period.
More and more dwarves crossed the river. In the afternoon, the number of dwarves crossing the river had exceeded ten thousand. Moreover, they began to build simple fortifications on the frontline, preparing to build a 'bridgehead'.
Of course, the Golden Lion Legion wasn't idle either.
Colin first let the soldiers eat their fill. Then, he arranged for some sentries to guard against any sudden attacks from the dwarves. After that, he let the main force return to the camp to catch up on sleep.
After all, after the chaos last night, most of the soldiers weren't in their best condition. Colin saw that the dwarves were busy crossing the river and building fortifications, so he let his soldiers rest and recover their energy.
Originally, he was worried that the dwarves would send out small groups to harass them, but until two or three o 'clock in the afternoon, the dwarves still didn't have any intention of attacking.
Colin immediately understood that Marquis Dawson on the opposite bank was a cautious and conservative commander.
This could be guessed. After all, Marquis Dawson was mainly in charge of logistics in the Black Cavalry. Of course, he couldn't have a radical personality.
Being cautious and conservative wasn't a weakness, but if he was too cautious and hesitated when seeing a suitable opportunity, then the opportunity would slip through his fingers.
Moreover, in Colin's opinion, if Marquis Dawson really chose a conservative strategy, then he shouldn't have chosen to cross the river. Instead, he should have continued to wait for the Menham Family's army to arrive.
Once he chose to cross the river, he would be at a disadvantage strategically. This was because the Rapids River would naturally divide the dwarves' army into two parts.
It was impossible to rely on the pontoon bridge to connect the two parts of the army together.
Now, it seemed that the dwarves' crossing of the river was going smoothly. However, when the Golden Lion Legion launched their attack, they would taste the pain of not being able to advance and not being able to retreat.
Marquis Dawson would also understand that he had missed the best opportunity to defeat the Golden Lion Legion.
At three o 'clock in the afternoon, the Golden Lion Legion had already finished their sleep and regrouped.
Colin held Vera's hand as they stood on a temporarily built platform. There were two coffins beside them.
One of them contained the "body" of the Duke Of St. Hilde, and the other contained the "body" of Charles St. Hilde.
The reason why the two bodies were placed in quotation marks was because they were not real bodies.
The body of the Duke Of St. Hilde was a stone statue that had been swapped out, and Charles St. Hilde was not completely dead yet …
"Go ahead," Colin said as he let go of Vera's hand. His eyes were full of encouragement.
Vera nodded gently before she walked to the front of the platform alone.
The two coffins were placed behind her, and the afternoon sun shone through the clouds. It seemed as though she was covered with a layer of holy halo.
"My father is dead.
My brother is dead as well. "
Vera's clear but firm voice spread throughout the wilderness through a sound amplification spell.
Just these two sentences were enough to make the Golden Lion Legion's soldiers feel ashamed.
They had always claimed to be the "Shield of St. Hilde", but they had never succeeded in protecting their lord.
Vera continued speaking, "However, I believe that my father and my brother did not hold any grudges before they died. This is because, just like all the other St. Hildes, they swore to protect the Northern Frontier!
They were willing to sacrifice their lives for the Northern Frontier!
So am I.
No matter how strong the rebels are, no matter how terrible the enemy is, I will never allow the people of the Northern Frontier to fall into endless war. I will never allow this land to be filled with evil and killing!
Warriors of the Golden Lion Legion, are you willing to fight with me for the Northern Frontier? "
"We swear to protect the Northern Frontier!" Knight Campbell shouted as he stood below the platform.
"We swear to protect the Northern Frontier!"
"We swear to protect the Northern Frontier!"
…
One after another, the voices gradually converged into a slogan that resounded throughout the land. The sound of the rushing river gradually became noiseless.
Colin narrowed his eyes as he looked at Vera who was receiving the cheers of tens of thousands of soldiers of the Golden Lion Legion. In a trance, he seemed to see the figure of another woman …
The half-elf queen, Aisha Miller.
It seemed that Vera had indeed learned a lot from her time in Silvermoon City.
Colin firmly believed that with the passage of time and the richness of her experiences, Vera would gradually grow into a qualified ruler of the Northern Region.
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