When Colin first saw Marquis García personally leading the Black Cavalry, he could not understand why Marquis García would do such a thing.
This was because such an action was too risky. If something went wrong, the commander would be killed, captured, or even injured and could not continue to command the army. If that happened, the army would instantly lose its backbone and there would be no room for them to turn the situation around.
However, after personally leading the Black Cavalry, Colin suddenly understood why Marquis García would always take the lead in every battle.
The commander-in-chief was the guts and soul of an army.
When Marquis García took the lead and charged at the front, the morale of the Black Cavalry was extremely high.
More importantly, once the morale of this terrifying army was stimulated, they would be invincible and unstoppable. There was no need to worry about the commander being injured in the charge.
After Colin tried to lead the Black Cavalry several times with his immortality, he was deeply addicted to the feeling of leading the Black Cavalry.
The exhilaration of tearing apart the enemy formation like a hot knife through butter was as addictive as nicotine.
At this time, the one thousand Black Cavalry soldiers dismounted from their horses and fought on foot. However, under the personal leadership of Colin, they still showed a daunting momentum and rushed towards the dwarves like a sharp arrow leaving the bow.
Because Colin was wearing a bright armor and there were people holding the commander's flag beside him, the soldiers of the Golden Lion Legion also knew that Vera's husband, Viscount Angley, had personally joined the battle.
Therefore, the morale of the soldiers of the Golden Lion Legion was suddenly stimulated.
The situation of the battlefield changed almost visibly, especially when Colin personally led the Black Cavalry to tear through the dwarves' first line of defense in an almost unreasonable way. It was as if the first domino had been pushed down.
For a time, the dwarven army began to retreat step by step.
The battle entered the most tragic stage. The river bank was covered with corpses, and the river was completely dyed red. The unknown ferocious fish in the water excitedly jumped out of the water and enjoyed the bloody feast.
The retreat of the dwarven army forced the soldiers at the back to retreat uncontrollably. However, if they retreated any further, they would be forced to retreat into the turbulent river.
Seeing that the situation was about to collapse, General Tumu, whom Marquis Dawson had high hopes for, stood up.
"Don't retreat! Follow me, go forward, go forward! "
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Tumu raised the giant hammer in his hand and repeatedly smashed it on the ground, creating a deep pit.
A huge shock wave spread out in all directions, disrupting the formation of both sides, but it also stopped the momentum of the Golden Lion Legion's charge.
Tumu's violent posture immediately attracted Colin's attention.
Although he had always believed that unless one reached the Sanctuary-realm, the role of high-ranking professionals in a war was limited. However, in a situation where both sides were evenly matched, the terrifying combat power of high-ranking Warriors could still greatly boost morale and even turn the tide of the battle.
Therefore, Colin immediately locked onto this dwarf warrior as his target.
Tumu also saw Colin, who was not far away in bright armor. Although he did not recognize Colin, he knew that he was a big fish.
Thus, he roared and took heavy steps forward. Like a monster made of steel, he rushed over.
Colin sneered, holding his sword with both hands and meeting him fearlessly.
* Bang bang bang! *
Tumu's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and the footprints behind him became deeper and deeper. It was as if his weight was constantly increasing as he charged.
In the end, the whole earth seemed to tremble with his footsteps.
However, Colin was not afraid at all, nor did he dodge.
One hundred steps.
Fifty steps.
Twenty steps!
He was getting closer, even closer!
Colin could clearly see the bloodthirsty and ferocious smile on Tumu's face.
However, in the next second, he suddenly stopped his charge. This change from extreme movement to extreme stillness made Tumu slightly stunned.
However, driven by inertia, Tumu could no longer stop.
There was no need for him to stop.
In Tumu's opinion, this human general was scared.
However, at such a distance, whoever was scared would die!
Tumu let out a crazy laugh, raising the giant hammer in his hand high, as if he could already see the scene of Colin's head being smashed by him in the next second.
* Bang! *
Tumu took the last step, and his body leaped high. The giant hammer in his hand was like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashing towards Colin.
However, at this moment, a huge figure suddenly rushed out from behind Colin.
His whole body was covered in black armor, not revealing a single bit of skin. He held a shield in his left hand and a spear in his right. His whole body was like a towering mountain standing in front of Colin.
* Boom! *
There was a loud noise.
Tumu's giant hammer smashed heavily on the armored man's giant shield, and the heavy steel shield was even smashed deeply.
The huge impact caused the armored man's legs to sink deeply into the mud of the river bank, but his body was as steady as Mount Tai.
A trace of astonishment and a touch of seriousness flashed in Tumu's eyes.
However, in the next moment, his face was instantly filled with fear.
This was because a long spear pierced out from behind the giant shield like a dragon out of the water, and Tumu, who was still in mid-air, could not dodge it.
* Chi! *
The long spear pierced through Tumu in mid-air.
Under the intense pain, Tumu let out a beast-like roar. Then, without caring about his serious injuries, he raised the giant hammer and smashed it down again.
* Boom! *
The giant shield, which was already broken, could no longer resist the bombardment of the giant hammer. In an instant, it turned into countless pieces of iron and scattered in all directions.
The giant hammer, under the terrifying inertia, smashed heavily on the armored man's helmet.
The helmet was instantly deformed, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
However, the armored man did not seem to feel any pain. He waved his spear and smashed Tumu into the ground, then stepped on him.
Tumu only felt that his armor was groaning under the heavy weight of the opponent's giant foot. However, he just noticed that under the twisted helmet, there was a bit of dark green skin and a glimpse of ferocious fangs.
The opponent was a troll warrior!
Tumu was full of doubts. Why would a troll help the Golden Lion Legion?
"Surrender, and I'll give you face." Colin's cold voice sounded.
"Bah!" Tumu spat out a mouthful of blood, and said disdainfully, "Only dead dwarven warriors don't surrender …"
Bang!
Colin kicked Tumu's head heavily, knocking him out.
Tumu's fall was a fatal blow to the dwarven army's morale.
Under the circumstances where Marquis Dawson had not crossed the river, this fifth rank dwarf warrior was the backbone of the dwarven army on the south bank.
At this moment, seeing that the incomparably valiant General Tumu had been stepped on, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive, panic immediately began to spread among the dwarves.
And when the battle reached its climax, such panic was fatal.
On the Golden Lion Legion's side, their morale was greatly boosted. The soldiers fearlessly charged forward, charging forward, and charging forward again. Under the tide-like attack, the dwarves could only retreat step by step.
However, this retreat only made their situation worse.
This was because behind them was the turbulent Flowing River.
Although there were still more dwarven troops coming to the south bank along the pontoon bridge, they could not have too much of an impact on the current battle situation.
This was because they had already been blocked by their allies who were trying to retreat, and they could not display their true potential as a fresh force.
This would only make the river bank more crowded and chaotic.
Even worse, the dwarven army that had gathered together became living targets for the archers of the Golden Lion Legion. Arrows rained down like a storm, reaping the lives of the dwarven soldiers with great efficiency.
"Charge! Charge forward! "
"We can't retreat! We can't retreat anymore! "
… …
The dwarven officers roared at the top of their lungs, trying to salvage the situation. However, in this situation, individual strength was so weak and powerless.
Sometimes, it was not that the soldiers wanted to retreat, but that they had no choice.
With the collapse of the frontlines, the dwarves' living space was compressed, and they could not carry out orderly replacement and rotation.
The army at the back could not charge forward, and the army at the frontlines was already exhausted. A large-scale rout was already unstoppable.
Splash, splash … …
Dwarven soldiers had already begun to be pushed into the water.
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