Cannons roared and gunshots rang out across the battlefield like thunder.
A black flood rushed into the Brittany's formation. The powerful barbarian and chaos warriors were blocked by Laing's newly trained halberd corps and soldiers.
It had only been two minutes since the battle started, but the main force was already at a disadvantage. The barbarians who believed in Chaos were too brave. Brittania's national policy was to raise knights with all the resources of the country. Even though Leon had tried to form a strong infantry unit, he did not have much time left. The halberd battalion had just been formed when they were forced to enter the battlefield.
Fortunately, the central army wasn't the only one fighting.
"Knights! Advance! For the Lady! For the Brittany! " Duke Hubard finally defeated the barbarian cavalry under the cover of the dwarven musketeers. The champion of chaos, Korwendev, was dead. The knights and squires on the left wing were freed up and their target was the barbarian army in the middle.
"Advance!"
Hubard, who was in the middle of the Holy Grail Expedition, took the lead. He rode on his beloved pure-blooded elven warhorse, the broadsword in his hands burning with the flames of the lake god. He was like a great hero from a thousand years ago, one man and one horse charging into the barbarian army from the side. Several barbarian warriors with pikes and halberds tried to stop him, but Hubard's expression was cold to the extreme.
"For the Lady!" A deafening roar burst out of the expeditionary knight's throat. The armor on his body seemed to respond to the powerful call of its master. A dazzling light shrouded the entire battlefield. The barbarian warriors and the Chaos Warriors were dazzled by the light.
Hubard then charged into the barbarian army. With a wave of his greatsword, he instantly beheaded three barbarian warriors.
The army's formation was solemn. The spearheads were pointed forward. Through the opening opened by Hubard, a total of five thousand heavy cavalry charged into the barbarian army's formation.
The attack of the knights was like a huge battering ram, smashing into the barbarian army. By the time the soldiers of Chaos reacted, it was already too late. The knights unleashed their anger. The sharp lances pierced through the armor of the barbarians, and the hooves of the warhorses smashed the barbarians' skulls.
The effect of 5000 heavy cavalry charging towards 4000 barbarian soldiers could be imagined. The cavalry started their own massacre.
Like a whirlwind, the knights led by Hubard swallowed the disgusting barbarians whole. Wherever they passed, the barbarian warriors were crushed to pieces. The knights bravely slaughtered their way through the barbarian army, their terrifying and bloody harvest crushing the barbarian vanguard. Hubard was the first to charge out with a dozen expeditionary knights. Still not satisfied with the slaughter, he ordered, "Kill your way back! Knights! Today, I will kill all those bastards of the Barbarian Tribe! "
"Oh!" Thousands of cavalrymen burst into cheers. Then, they spurred their horses, turned around, and charged towards the barbarian army that was in a state of chaos and low in morale.
At this time, the reinforcements led by Egil were still trapped behind the ice wall. Chaos Wizard Chakoi was under attack by Veronica and couldn't cast any spells to destroy the wall. The king of Skalinth used his axe to continuously hack at the wall and finally opened up a path.
When Egil led the Scarlet Guards and a large group of barbarian warriors out, the dwarven cannons and accordion cannons fired a volley at them. A large group of serf crossbowmen and dwarven musketeers fired wildly at the barbarian reinforcements. The barbarian reinforcements couldn't even raise their heads. They couldn't quickly reinforce the barbarian vanguard that was being slaughtered by the knights.
"Oh no!" Egil was hit by the dwarven cannons, but the tyrannical champion was unharmed. He raised his axe and chopped the incoming cannonballs in half. The resulting explosion completely engulfed him. Of course, the cannonballs couldn't hurt him, but his army couldn't. When Egil raised his head to observe the battlefield, he was enraged by the terrible situation in front of him.
The barbarian vanguard of more than four thousand barbarians was now down to a thousand. The knights were repeatedly charging and slaughtering them, and the barbarians were losing their courage. They fled everywhere, and the field was littered with barbarian corpses. The barbarian army led by Haldorn on the right was also losing ground. They didn't have enough numbers to deal with five thousand Brittany heavy cavalrymen. Among them, the Sea God Knights wielding scimitars and tridents were extremely fierce under the leadership of Sir Houlf. The barbarian army lacked cavalry.
"My king! Haldorn needs reinforcements! Otherwise, we won't be able to hold on! "A barbarian scout said to Egil.
"There are no more reinforcements! Tell him to stall the knights and fight to the last man! "Egil looked behind him. There were less than seven thousand barbarians behind him.
The tyrannical champion realized that he couldn't divide his forces.
Previously, whether it was the Battle of Nanze or the siege of Lyonnesse, the barbarians had the advantage in numbers. However, as they went deeper into the land and fought continuously, and with Egil's uncaring fighting style, when Laing led the knights to fight Egil, the barbarians lost their advantage in numbers and their cannons.
In this battle, the exhausted barbarians were beginning to fall into a disadvantage. After a night of revelry, the barbarians were gradually exhausted. Facing the fierce attacks of the knights, the barbarian army began to waver.
The last Chaos Mammoth had just fallen. It was hit in the face by a dwarf cannon and died on the spot.
"Brittany! Despicable! Shameless! Just like a bunch of disgusting vermin! They refuse to fight in close quarters and only know how to use cannons and muskets. They shoot from behind a firm formation! If that's the case, let us break their formation and let the champion of the false god of the lake come out! "Egil signaled the rest of the barbarians to follow him.
"Glory to Khorne!"
“Blood！！”
In the middle of the knights' army, Armand noticed Egil's appearance. "Count, Egil and his Scarlet Guards have appeared."
"The battle is starting to turn in our favor." Laing whispered. He had already noticed the appearance of Egil and his Scarlet Guards. "Egil is very powerful. Tell the soldiers to continue to retreat!"
"Yes!"
The middle army had already defeated the barbarians' vanguard with the help of the knights. After receiving the order, all the infantrymen began to slowly retreat, luring Egil and the rest of the barbarians to continue their attack.
Khorne knew that this was Laing's trap, but he couldn't do anything. The barbarians' cavalry and Chaos Mammoths had all been destroyed. The Chaos Infernal Cannon had been destroyed in the siege, and the hundreds of Chaos Dwarves had all been killed by the Skalinsians.
"Attack the middle army directly!" Egil once again made the same decision as before, which was to attack the enemy's command center.
Against the barrage of the dwarves' cannons, the Scarlet Guards blew the horn of Skalinsians.
The bleak and solemn horn sounded across the plains in the early morning. It had been nearly two hours since the beginning of the battle, and the barbarians had fallen into a serious disadvantage on the battlefield. However, when the horn of King Skalinsians sounded, almost all the barbarians' morale was greatly boosted. They once again united under the black Chaos Octagonal Formation flag, the Blood God Khorne's Eight Pillars flag, and the Skalinsians' flag, and launched a counterattack against the knights' army.
"Hold on!" Leon personally led the most elite warriors in the middle army to resist the attack of the barbarians. The count rode on his warhorse, swung his warhammer, and directly sent three Warriors of Chaos flying. The barbarians immediately realized that Leon was the commander of the enemy. The gorgeous psionic power armor on his body, the fact that he did not wear a helmet, and the badge of the Knight of the Holy Grail on his chest deeply betrayed his identity.
"Forward! Soldiers of Brittany! " Laing smashed the head of a Chaos Warrior on the spot, and then raised his warhammer. "Let us unite, let us use our lances and swords, let us defeat these dirty enemies, protect the land of the Lady, and protect the kingdom! For the Lady! "
"For the Lady!" Under the command of Count Laing, the Grail Knight's Captain and the champion of the Lake Fairy's Divine Selection, even the serf infantry roared hoarsely.
Yes, the serf infantry were lowly, received little military training, and had poor combat ability, but even the most cowardly and weak serf infantry could erupt with amazing strength and courage in desperation.
More importantly, Count Laing promised that if they could make amazing contributions in the war, even if they were serfs, they could be knighted.
Knighthood was an honorary title that could be obtained by both nobles and civilians, but in fact, very few serfs could be knighted. Count Laing was a Grail Knight, and what he said was true. How could the serfs and soldiers not go crazy?
"Kill them!" The newly trained halberd corps and a large group of soldiers fought the barbarian army, and the scene was chaotic.
As soon as Egil charged into the formation, he killed several infantrymen with two swings of his axe. The tyrannical Chosen One champion wanted to charge toward Leon and have a real showdown with him, but the tremors on the ground and the sound of horns in the distance forced Egil to give up on his plan.
The thunderous sound of hooves came from all directions, and the king of Skalinth's hearing was drowned out by the sound of horns and hooves. Sitting on the Chaos Steel Bull, Egil suddenly felt that something was wrong.
On the left wing, Hubert's army of knights had finished regrouping. The expeditionary knights' fighting spirit did not diminish, and they continued to charge toward the barbarian army. The knights' anger swept across the field, and only by destroying all the barbarians could they be appeased.
On the right wing, the barbarians of Haldorn were retreating. They were obviously unable to resist the 5,000 heavy cavalry led by Sir Houlf.
Just behind the barbarian army, a fresh army of knights was joining the battle.
This army was led by Count Carade of Garamente. More than 4,000 cavalrymen came from the back of the barbarian army. Golden irises military chess pieces and the flag of Lyonassi with a lion and a white shield were fluttering in the air. A new steel wall was closing in on the barbarian army from all directions. The horizontally raised lances formed a dense forest of lances. The sharp spearheads carried the anger of the knights and rolled towards the barbarian army in the middle.
Count Calade, who was the leader of the barbarians, seemed to have gone mad. He charged into the rear of the barbarians without any regard for his own life. Every strike of his sword would kill at least two barbarian warriors. He did not care about his own safety, nor did the knights under him.
"Chaos scum! Die! "
"It's Carad! It seems that Lyonnesse has not fallen yet! " Laing rode Grape and charged into the barbarian army. When he saw Carad of Garamente leading more than 4,000 heavy cavalry, he shouted excitedly, "We won this battle!"
Now it was the Skalinses' turn to feel the hurricane-like charge of the Brittany knights. The knights' army crashed into the Skalinses' army from three directions. In the blink of an eye, thousands of barbarian warriors and Chaos Warriors were killed on the spot, and the rest were in an absolute disadvantage.
Now, the entire battlefield had turned into a huge slaughterhouse. The barbarian army was desperately resisting the encirclement of the knights from three directions. Meanwhile, the knights and squires who had rushed into the barbarian army also found themselves in a quagmire. The Warriors of Chaos and the Chosen Warriors of Chaos were waving their axes and halberds, looking for the enemy. Their extraordinary strength was enough to kill the knights who had lost their momentum. The knights also threw away their broken lances, pulled out their knight swords, and engaged in a terrifying hand-to-hand combat with the barbarians.
The only thing that both sides agreed on was that they would not take any prisoners.
The frenzied battle continued. The barbarian army was besieged from three directions, but under Egil's leadership, they did not collapse. Instead, they were still holding on. After the knights lost their momentum, they had no choice but to engage in close combat. The barbarians did not give the knights any chance to retreat. One second, a knight was killed, and the next, a Chaos Warrior's head was chopped off, and his body was lying on the ground.
The fierce battle continued. At this point, there was no longer a need for tactics. Both sides had thrown in all their forces. The knights in tattered armor swore that they would not retreat until they killed all the barbarians. Egil, on the other hand, realized a terrifying fact.
The number of his army was rapidly decreasing. The nearly 20,000 barbarians at the beginning of the battle were now less than 5,000. Under the siege of the knights, the barbarians' army was dying at an extremely fast rate.
"What are the chiefs of the small tribes doing? Why didn't they join the battle? " Egil shouted angrily at his personal guards. The Scarlet Guards were still protecting him and his newborn son. When the tyrannical Chosen One turned around, he saw something unbelievable.
The chieftains of a dozen small tribes were fleeing. They brought about two thousand defeated barbarian warriors and quickly withdrew from the battlefield. They fled towards the north without even looking back.
"Ahhhhh!" Egil let out a furious roar. He used a whirlwind to kill more than 20 knights and a dozen serfs. "I swear, when I return to Scarinth, I will kill them all!"
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" A shrill cry attracted Egil's attention.
The flagpole of the Holy Grail Knight Armand pierced through the chest of the Chaos Champion, Haldoon. Then, the golden Griffin Warhammer fell and smashed Haldoon's head.
A young figure entered Egil's sight. He had black hair and blue eyes. He carried a long sword on his back and had a cold expression on his face.
It was the Chosen of Gods champion of the fake god in the lake! Egil stared at Laing's figure. He had found his prey.
At the same time, Laing's eyes naturally found Egil's figure, as if driven by some unknown will.
Now, the bloody battlefield had disappeared from the sight of the two champions. Laing killed a Chosen One with his warhammer and rode towards Egil. "It's time for you to pay for your atrocities, scum of Chaos!"
"Your head is perfect for my armor and the throne of the tyrannical Khorus. I will place your head a little higher than Laing's." Egil no longer cared about winning or losing the battle. All he could see was Laing's head.
This was what the tyrannical Khorus wanted. As the Chosen One, Egil naturally had to fulfill his wish.
The battle between the Chosen One champions was destined.
"Let's fight it out!"
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