“Forward，InthenameoftheUrsunandTor！”
When the First Guards Lancer Legion led by Marshal Rokossovsky charged into the battlefield, the defeat of the Orcs was inevitable. To the beasts, when they were attacked from three sides, it was their instinct to flee and crumble.
The Winged Cavalrymen with exquisite equipment, pointed Kite Helmets, gorgeous Breastplates, and robes fluttered in the forest. The Winged Cavalrymen charged at the weak waist of the Orcs from the sides. Their sharp Pikes and thunderous hoofbeats reverberated in the forest.
Marshal Rokossovsky led the charge. He unsheathed his Cavalry Saber and pointed it to the sky. Hundreds of Pikes were raised, and the Red and White flags fluttered near the tip of the Pikes. It was a beautiful and heart-warming scene. It was the pride of the Cavalrymen and the unyielding glory of the Humans. Nothing could motivate the troops more than the neat formation of the Cavalrymen, the dense Pikes, and the roars of the Cavalrymen.
"Forward! Forward! In the name of Bear God Essun and Thunder God Thor! " Rokossovsky finally got his chance. He ordered the Winged Cavalrymen to charge. As Cavalrymen, the Winged Cavalrymen weren't as heavily armored as the Cavalrymen and couldn't turn easily. Instead, the Winged Cavalrymen were good at turning quickly in battle. They skillfully evaded the enemy's attacks.
The red and white military flag, as well as the huge bear and iris flower patterns on the military flag, meant that the winged cavalry that terrified the Old World wasn't dead yet!
Rokossovsky unsheathed his Scimitar and evaded the Halberd of a Bighorn Beast. He slashed the Bighorn Beast's back, and blood spurted out. The Bighorn Beast didn't have time to dodge, and a Pike pierced its shoulder. The Winged Cavalrymen trampled the Bighorn Beast to the ground and turned it into a pile of mud!
When the Winged Cavalrymen entered the battlefield, the middle of the Orc army was cut in half. The army was besieged from three sides, and the remaining 1,000 Orcs were defeated by the Winged Cavalrymen.
The Winged Cavalrymen weren't the deciding factor. Even though they were besieged from three sides, there were still a large number of Beasts, Bighorn Beasts, and a few Minotaurs who were trapped. Under the leadership of the Orc King, they charged around in an attempt to create an opening.
At the back of the Humans' formation, a familiar singing voice came from afar. The singing voice evoked the fear in the Orcs' DNA. When the soldiers in bearskin hats lined up and joined the battle, even the elite Bighorn Beastmen and Minotaurs couldn't help but retreat.
"I love fried onions ~ Of course, this is a good onion."
"I love onions, I love onions, I love onions ~"
"Comrades, advance! Comrades, advance, advance, advance, advance! "
"Heat oil in the wok, fry onions, eat onions, and be as brave as Laing!"
"Heat oil in the wok, fry onions, eat onions, and be as brave as Laing!"
"Comrades, advance! Comrades, advance, advance, advance, advance! "
The Old Guard entered the battlefield and dealt a fatal blow to the Orcs. The veteran soldiers were merciless in cleaning up the situation. They wielded the Exquisite Halberds produced by the Dwarven Workshop to shred the Bighorn Beasts to pieces. They used their two-handed Greatswords to slash the armor of the Minotaurs. Their formation was so sturdy that the elite Orcs, who were superior in terms of physique and strength, retreated in defeat. Half of the reason was that they were unable to defeat the Old Guard, and the other half was due to fear.
The Orc King, Large-horned Bull, Scarr, roared furiously. He personally entered the battlefield to face the Old Guard. He rampaged through the bloody and chaotic battlefield. The dark Runes on his Battle Axe emitted a destructive white heat. The tough bull head and four horns forcefully broke apart the Old Guard's formation. Five Old Guards were sent flying with broken arms. Then the Battle Axe landed, and two Old Guards were split in half.
Raymond, the commander of the halberd division, stepped forward to meet the ferocious beast. Raymond's runic halberd was deflected by the bull's runic axe in the first clash. Raymond's hands were numb from the impact. He subconsciously threw away his halberd and took out his gun. He aimed at the bull's head and fired. Bang!
"Pom!" The bullet hit the bull's head, which was harder than metal. It only created sparks on Scarr's head. The Orc King let out a proud roar, as if saying, "How can trash like you hurt me …"
The laughter stopped abruptly.
"Whoosh!" The black arrow that had been burning with Tarr's fury flashed past the three Minotaurs. It spun in the air and instantly hit Scarr's right eye, ending the Orc King's wild laughter!
"Wuu ~ Gegege ~ Wuu ~" The Large-horned Bull let out a series of shrill cries. It tried to pull out the arrow, but the black arrow was not easy to pull out. The tip of the arrow had already pierced through the bull's eye socket. The Large-horned Bull's remaining eye rolled up and it fell to the ground dead.
200 meters away, the Old Guard Commander, Bertren, put down Tarr's Bow and nodded at Raymond. Tarr's Chosen One began to search for his next target.
On the other side.
"Judgement of Justice!" Petain was chanting an incantation, and the power of punishment belonging to the Gray Knights enveloped all the nearby troops, strengthening their lethality. Then, Petain, Xia Fei, and Gustav's three weapons fell together, tearing the Howling Shaman Dal into pieces under the Gray Knights' holy light. The incomparably evil magic on the Howling Shaman Dal was purified by the power of the Gray Knight recruits.
It looked like the defeat of the Orcs was inevitable. The Orc King and the Howling Shaman Dal were killed, and victory was within reach of the Brittany.
But at this moment, a ranger suddenly appeared from behind and screamed, "Not good! Your Excellency! Behind! "
"What's happening behind?" Bertren was shocked.
"There's a large group of Dragon Devils and Centaurs charging over!" The scout shouted anxiously, "There's a lot of them!"
"How many?"
"More than 3,000. There are 300 wild Dragon Devils and 3,000 Centaurs! They're less than two kilometers away! "
"What!" Bertren looked at the besieged Orc army that was on the verge of collapse, and he felt a chill run down his spine!
If they were attacked from behind, they would be defeated on the verge of success. Not only would they not be victorious, but they would also suffer great losses.
What should they do? Bertren wanted to seek Rokossovsky's opinion, but he was still leading the Winged Cavalrymen and Pike Cavalrymen to kill the Orcs. The Old Guard Commander-in-chief pretended to be calm, but he was panicking. He ordered the soldiers to regroup while thinking of countermeasures.
At this time, Raymond killed a bloody path and came to Bertrand's side. The old commander of the Long Halberd Battalion shouted to the marshal, "Marshal, why don't we continue to attack?"
"There are 3,000 Orc Cavalrymen coming from behind us!" Bertrand suppressed his emotions and did not panic. The marshal said to Raymond, "We are very close to here. We can't be attacked from both sides. Otherwise, we will lose this battle!"
"D * mn it!" Raymond was covered in Orc blood and minced meat. The Old Guard Battalion Commander cursed. He took his Halberd from his subordinate and gritted his teeth. He thought for a while and said, "Marshal, assign the Old Guard Halberd Battalion Commander and the Forest Rangers to me. I'll deal with the Orc Cavalrymen! If possible, assign me four Cannons! "
Leon's kindness to him was as heavy as a mountain. For an escaped slave of Lyonnesse to be able to become a battalion commander of the old guards and obtain the title of a knight, Raymond was already satisfied. A certain spirit lingered in Raymond's heart. It was the sacrifice of the path of a knight.
For victory, someone had to be sacrificed.
"But?" Bertren opened his eyes wide. Raymond was planning to …
"The mountain can't be touched!" Raymond grasped Bertren's hand. The Halberd Battalion Commander was determined as he said, "Marshal, I have a request."
"Say it!" Bertren grasped Raymond's hand tightly.
"If I die here, you'll have to take care of my brother and mother."
"If that day comes … your mother will be my mother!"
"Thank you," Raymond said softly. The Old Guard Halberd Battalion Commander obeyed his orders and left the battlefield. The Forest Rangers followed them under the leadership of Dace. Bertren ordered the four Blazing Sun Bazookas to change directions!
This group of 500 to 600 soldiers was going to fight against the legendary Dragon Demons and a large group of Centaurs.
Five minutes later, this group of soldiers began to get into formation in the middle of a forest. The halberd soldiers formed two thin lines, and the forest patrollers were also prepared for battle. Everyone knew that this was an extremely dangerous sniper battle, but the loyal old guards already had the determination to die.
In the distance, a large group of Orc Cavalrymen was approaching. The sound of hooves entered the ears of the soldiers.
Raymond stood in the middle of the army formation. At this moment, this battalion commander was unprecedentedly calm. Ranger Dess stood beside him, only to hear Raymond mulling over a sentence.
His Majesty taught us that the Old Guard is a mountain.
Immovable as a mountain … immovable as a mountain … immovable as a mountain.
I got it! Raymond slapped his thigh and said, "I got it!"
"All of you, treat yourselves as if you've died in battle! No matter what, don't move! " The Battalion Commander ran through the formation and ordered, "No matter what, don't move!"
"Yes!"
The Old Guard formed two lines and stood in their original positions. They were like magnets that were attracted to the Old Guard. These loyal veterans were prepared to sacrifice themselves.
The Forest Rangers also entered the formation.
Two minutes later, when 3,000 Orc Cavalrymen approached from afar and encountered Raymond's army in the forest, the Orc King Galois Warhoof was shocked to discover that the enemy had seen through his plan to surround them!
It was the legendary Old Guard! They had formed a formation and were waiting for them!
"Humans … lies … Galois … was deceived!" The Centaur King raised his huge Axe and signaled for the flood of Orc Cavalrymen to stop. He wanted to observe the situation and see if his plan to surround the Orc Cavalrymen had succeeded.
He couldn't see the number of Humans clearly. There was thick smoke in the forest, and he could only see the first two lines.
Galois Warhoof recognized them. They were the legendary Old Guard, the elites of the Humans.
The elites didn't move, and they looked cold. They didn't react to the appearance of so many Centaurs and Dragon Demons. They didn't even intend to adjust their formation.
A general stood in the middle of the formation. He wore a crooked two-legged hat and was eating fruits.
Something wasn't right!
Galois Warhoof wanted to take a closer look. Then, hundreds of arrows flew out from the smoke and flew towards the Orcs. In the distance, the sound of cannons could be heard.
Oh no, it was an ambush! Galois Warhoof sensed that there was a trap. If the cunning Orcs charged forward, they would be ambushed. Galois Warhoof immediately ordered his troops to retreat. "Retreat … Humans … despicable. Galois … is not stupid!"
"Retreat … retreat!" The Orc Cavalrymen retreated under the arrows of the Forest Rangers.
The Orc Cavalrymen retreated in chaos. The Forest Rangers wanted to chase after them, but Raymond threw a fruit to the ground and shouted, "Don't move!"
His shout stunned everyone. The soldiers gave up on moving and stood rooted to the ground.
The Orcs saw that the Humans were confident, so they didn't hesitate and retreated. The 3,000 Orc Cavalrymen fled in an instant.
A few minutes later, the scouts confirmed that the Orc Cavalrymen had retreated. Raymond's back was drenched in sweat. Upon hearing the news, the Old Guard Warhoof heaved a sigh of relief. He almost collapsed to the ground and ordered a retreat.
In the end, the Brittany Army won the battle in the depths of the Arden Forest. The Knights retreated beautifully and successfully escaped from the Orc encirclement.
The Brittany Army lost 700 men, and 2,000 were injured.
The Orcs lost a Warhoof Warhoof King and a Howling Shaman. They lost 7,000 men, but there were no wounded or prisoners.
On the way back, the Knights passed by Mu Xilong's Fairy Shrine in the Lake and the spring water.
The Fairy Shrine in the Lake shone brightly, illuminating the gloomy winter sky. The Fairy Shrine in the Lake appeared from the light. She was wearing a long silk dress that exposed her shoulders. She held the Holy Grail in her hands and smiled at the victorious soldiers.
Everyone knelt down and thanked the Fairy Shrine for granting them this glorious victory. They praised the Fairy Shrine in the name of the Goddess.
The Fairy Shrine in the Lake shook her head slightly. Her beautiful face, which was hidden in the mist, revealed a faint smile. She pointed at the Old Guard and signaled him to come out.
"Sir Raymond Mountbatten, please come out."
"You have used your courage, wisdom, and virtue to prove your Knight's spirit. Now, please come over."
"I will bestow upon you, Sir Raymond Mountbatten, the highest glory of the Holy Grail!"
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