Generally speaking, in a war, the mountain could not be moved. Laing had accumulated a wealth of combat experience over the years, especially in this kind of world and cold weapons war. The safety of the commander-in-chief and the cohesion of the army he represented were the soul of the army. Of course, Finnuba, who was a symbolic commander-in-chief, did not count. Everyone knew who really counted.
However, if one were to memorize the so-called "mountain does not move" style of fighting, in fact, one would fall into the trap of dogmatism and leave the most powerful elite here to collect dust. Therefore, it was the most important ability for a commander-in-chief to know when to send in the elite and when to personally go into battle.
For example, many people believed that Emperor Napoleon was too stingy and was unwilling to send in the Old Guard until the last moment. In many crucial battles, such as the Battle of Borodino, the Old Guard watched the entire battle. Many keyboard strategists criticized the Emperor for becoming cautious in his middle age and no longer having the drive and courage to fight. If the Old Guard could be sent in at a critical moment, it might be possible to secure victory in one fell swoop.
However, that was God's perspective. In fact, Emperor Napoleon did not know the situation of the battle at that time, and the Old Guard was the last force in his hands. The French army was thousands of kilometers away from the country, and the Emperor would not easily take risks with the Old Guard. This matter was proven to be correct in hindsight. After the fire and cold of Moscow, the French army was defeated and fled to the west. It was the Old Guard that was responsible for bringing up the rear. They protected their Emperor with their unparalleled discipline and ability to fight tough battles. In the end, Emperor Napoleon was able to escape with his life. (It should be mentioned that the Old Guard that was responsible for bringing up the rear suffered heavy losses. Most of the troops were wiped out. They were reduced from 20,000 to 2,000. Since then, they no longer had the overwhelming combat power they used to have.)
Therefore, in general, when the mountain moved, there were basically only two considerations. The first was whether one was certain of victory, and the second was when it was time to fight with one's life.
Did Laing have the certainty of victory?
Clearly, there wasn't. Wars were rarely certain to be won in the first place. Taking another example, people could guess that during the golden age of Yongle and the reign of Emperor Ren Xuan, the two hundred thousand elites of the three battalions left behind by the late Emperor during his five campaigns against Mongolia, leading countless generals and military nobles, would be defeated by sixty to seventy thousand barbarians within their own borders. The elites of the three battalions were all wiped out, and the Emperor was even captured alive?
If a novel was written in this manner, the author would be criticized as a fool who did not know how to write a novel and had no common sense.
Laing judged that it was time to fight with one's life.
Over three hundred Minotaurs, each of them holding a giant shield in their hands! The shields were three meters in height, five meters wide, and one meter thick! The huge shield would cause the Knights to slow down and lose the opportunity to break through the middle of the Orc army and face Gewo directly!
"Don't let the Minotaurs lower their shields!" Laing ordered, "Otherwise, our Knights will be in trouble!"
Laing looked at the chaotic battlefield and laughed. He thought to himself that the Orc King was indeed the strongest and most cunning Orc King. The shields couldn't be made in a hurry. Simply put, the Orcs were prepared.
Good, very good. The Knight King ordered the Infantrymen to advance.
"Are you ready? Dear Morgiana, "Laing said to the Lake Goddess Witch.
"I await your orders, Laing." Morgiana lifted the Potion Holy Grail, and Hillfain's horn shone with moonlight. A servant brought the Lightning Griffin, Imperius, to Laing, and Imperius spread his wings. He had just eaten a meal of raw meat and couldn't wait to fly.
On the battlefield, the bloody battle was still ongoing. The Breton Knights charged into the Orc army and supported the trapped White Wolf Knights. The Holy Grail Knight led the charge and killed the Horned Beasts and Orc Kings like they were slaughtering chickens and dogs. The Red Dragon Duke, Berhemond, led a hundred Bastogne Knights to charge into the Orc army. Tens of Horned Beasts raised their shields and spears and charged forward under the leadership of the Orc Kings.
Berchemund's Crimson Dragon Pike exploded with sparks. Arthur's artifact could release the Crimson Dragon's breath, and the Orc shields and spears melted in the flames. The scorching heat made the Horned Beasts release their weapons. Then came the attacks of the Pike Formation and the Knight Sword. The Horned Beasts fell to the ground like harvesting leeks. The Orc army was shaken, confused, and dispirited. They allowed the Knights to charge past them and claim their heads and lives.
The Holy Grail Knights of the Red Dragon Knight Brotherhood fought side by side. Though it was a pity that Kalad wasn't around, the brave Holy Grail Knights made up for Kalad's absence with their combat prowess. They were like lions slaughtering a flock of sheep. Even though they were surrounded by enemies, the powerful combat prowess of the Holy Grail Knights and their devout faith in the Goddess became their most effective weapons. Wherever they went, regardless of whether they were Orcs or monsters, they killed all of them. They didn't let any of their enemies go.
"Yes! That's right, kill them like this! " "That's the power of the Bastognees, mongrels," Bohemond shouted proudly. "Watch carefully, bastards! We'll kill you like this today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow! Sons of Brittany! Charge with me! "
The Knights' morale was boosted, and the Orcs were defeated in fear. The Orc King and the Horned Beasts took the lead to escape, followed by the Centaurs and the inferior Horned Beasts.
The commoners shouted the names of the knights, and the red dragon flag of the Bohemond family fluttered in the air. This flag had been stained with so much blood, and today, this ancient family coat of arms was destined to display a new glory.
This was the reason why the Brittany Kingdom had lasted for thousands of years. The nobles oppressed and exploited the serfs. They plundered the wealth of the commoners and abused their power. However, when war came, the nobles didn't care about the lives of the serfs, but they also didn't care about themselves. They used their courage and faith to forge the military soul of the Knight King Kingdom.
"Damn bastards … I … I'll … offer your head … to the True God." Gewo witnessed this scene. The Orc Supreme Orc King knew that his worst fear had happened. Though he had a large number of soldiers, they were inferior in terms of quality. The Brittany soldiers were brave and good at fighting. The front of the army was defeated quickly, and only 50,000 soldiers were left of the 80,000 soldiers.
The Supreme Orc King urged the Minotaurs to advance. Berchemund, who was in the midst of killing, saw this scene, and his smile disappeared.
Hundreds of Minotaurs entered the battlefield with large shields. Tens of large shields were arranged together and inserted deep into the ground, forming an indestructible shield wall. The Minotaurs shouted loudly, and the Horned Beasts and Horned Beasts behind them charged forward and used their bodies to block the large shields. The first wave of Knights was blocked by the large shields. Their Lances and warhorses were unable to pass through the sturdy shield wall. At this moment, the Orc reinforcements from both sides surged in from behind.
The dark Orc army surrounded the Knights, and the Minotaurs' figures shone brightly under the sun. The Orc Kings led their tribes into the battlefield and charged at the Knights. The large shields blocked the Knights' path of charge, while the Orcs from all directions blocked the Knights' path of retreat. The Chaos Egg twisted its body and attacked the Knights, pulling them off their warhorses. The Chaos Mastiffs stepped forward and tore at the flesh of the horses. The Harpies flapped their wings and swooped down. The Razorbeasts rode on the Razorbeasts' war chariots and blocked the Knights' path of retreat.
This was Gewo's plan, a large pocket formation! This time, none of the Knights could escape. Today, the Orcs were going to enjoy a sumptuous feast of flesh and blood!
The Knights were in a predicament. They couldn't charge forward and had no space to dodge. The Orcs launched their most ferocious attacks, while the Minotaurs waved their two-handed battle axes and joined the battlefield. The monsters roared and brandished their large axes to split a White Wolf Knight and his opponent into two pieces. Duke Berchemund discovered that he was surrounded by a few Minotaurs. He fought bravely, but he couldn't avoid being surrounded. A few Minotaurs attacked Berchemund at the same time. Berchemund injured a Minotaur, but the serrated battle axe cut the neck of his warhorse. The Elven warhorse screamed and fell to the ground, while Berchemund fell from the saddle.
"Kill, Golden Cup, die!" the Minotaur shouted loudly.
The Duke's subordinates rushed over when they saw the Duke fall from his horse. But the proud Duke couldn't tolerate such humiliation. He was furious. A Lance wasn't suitable for combat, so he grabbed his scepter and used both hands to swing it in a semicircle. He smashed the Minotaur's head like a watermelon. Then, a servant brought him a new Elven warhorse.
Duke Hagan was also in a tough battle. He attacked from the other side, but his path was blocked by a large shield. He decided to tear open a path from the side. The Duke struggled for a long time, but he couldn't find a way out. Under the encouragement of the Knight's Virtue, he and his army advanced courageously. Even if they fell from their horses, the Knights would stand up and fight on foot.
Getwo was frustrated that he couldn't take down the Knights in the pocket formation. The Supreme Orc King discovered that the Brittany Infantrymen were marching into the battlefield under the leadership of a group of well-equipped soldiers.
Military songs and military music resounded throughout the battlefield, attracting everyone's attention. The Brittany Knights were empowered by the military music and songs, while the Orcs were intimidated.
Impossible. Wasn't the Brittany's most powerful Knight Unit? Where did this Infantrymen come from?
"I like fried onions. Of course, this is a good onion ~"
"I like fried onions. I like fried onions. I like fried onions ~"
"I like fried onions. Of course, this is a good onion ~"
"I like fried onions. I like fried onions. I like fried onions ~"
Red, white and blue military flags fluttered in the wind. Several square formations of old guards walked shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield. The bearskin hats had firm expressions and weapons in their hands. Even though there were only two thousand of them, Getwo felt as if there was an army of thousands of men and horses pressing down on him!
He couldn't let the Infantrymen and Cavalrymen merge! Once the pocket formation was breached, the Orcs wouldn't be able to resist the Brittany's attack! Getwo felt a sense of crisis!
The Supreme Orc King ordered the Thunderstorm Legion and the reserves to mobilize. The Dragon Demons would deal with the Humans' elite army. The Orcs had to prevent the Humans' Infantrymen from entering the battlefield. Otherwise, they would be at risk of being defeated!
The Ancient Demonic Dragon Guja – Thunderstorm personally led the entire Demonic Dragon Legion forward. They formed an unstoppable torrent, the giant hammers and battle axes in their hands were raring to go. They firmly believed that this was the best gift for the God of Darkness.
To Getwo's surprise, the old Eternal Guards withstood the charge of the Dragon Demon army and the Orcs' desperate attack.
The two armies clashed against each other. The elite dwarven halberds of the old local defense forces pierced through the dragon's body, and rows of muskets reaped the dragon's life. Then, the big sword battalion cut open the armor of the elite dwarves. At the same time, the dragon's iron hooves kicked away the bearskin hats of the elite local defense forces and stomped on their heads. The giant hammers and axes in its hands cut open the plate armor of the elite local defense forces and tasted their flesh and blood.
Getwo was shocked that the Dragon Demons' charge didn't destroy the Old Guard. That was the Dragon Demons! In Drakwald, the Dragon Demons were invincible. Their appearance meant that the scales of war had shifted. Why didn't the Dragon Demons charge?!
A greater danger approached the Dragon Demons. A huge Golden Griffin with lightning spewing from its mouth descended from the sky. The Golden Griffin opened its sharp beak and left claw marks on the Ancient Demonic Dragon's body. The Golden Griffin's tail that emitted lightning struck the Ancient Demonic Dragon's chest, causing the Ancient Demonic Dragon to sway. Then, the figure riding on the Golden Griffin was covered in silver flames and lightning. The figure smashed the huge Ancient Demonic Dragon Guja Thunderstorm to the ground. Then, the figure flashed and appeared above the Ancient Demonic Dragon's head.
Empris extended his sharp claws and pressed on the Ancient Demonic Dragon's neck. The Goddess of Vengeance stabbed into the Ancient Demonic Dragon's skull.
"Swish ~"
The immortal life of Ancient Demonic Dragon Guja Thunderstorm ended in the outskirts of Midentstanger. His remnant soul was purified by the Psionic Flames and gradually withered.
With just one wave of attacks, the Thunderstorm Demonic Dragon Legion was defeated just like that. The unforeseen turn of events left Getwo speechless.
A dry wind blew as though it was going to burn the sky. Knight King Laing Macado rode on his Golden Griffin, Empris. He spread his wings and let out an earth-shattering roar.
It was the sun that scorched the earth. It was the clear blue sky. The figure of the Knight King was burning in the sky. Following behind him were the two thousand old guards and the twenty thousand Brittanian infantry behind the old guards.
"Soldiers! My soldiers! " Laing held his Hammer in one hand and his Sword in the other. Knight King's voice reverberated on the battlefield as he said, "The glorious moment has arrived. Do you see it? The Orc Supreme Beast King Getwo Ruthless, who left behind countless stories of disasters and nightmares, is fighting with us. How should we respond to their atrocities? "
"Fight! Fight! Fight! " The Brittany made an earth-shattering declaration. They didn't hesitate. They were the King's army. As long as the King commanded them, they would fight.
Laing laughed heartily and said, "Soldiers, my Old Guard? Where are your swords pointing? "
"Wherever His Majesty's sword points, our swords will point there!" The heroic voice pierced through the sky and the clouds. All the old guards waved the weapons in their hands and responded loudly to the Knight King's words, "Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!"
"Soldiers, who is your enemy?"
"His Majesty's enemy is our enemy!"
"Soldiers, why do you keep your swords?"
"For honor! For the King! For the Lady! For the Brittany! "
"Soldiers, have you ever felt fear?"
"With the King, there is no fear! No fear! No fear! "
"Soldiers, has your faith ever wavered?"
"Victory! Victory! Victory! "
Laing received a satisfactory answer. Knight King's fighting spirit was burning fiercely. He drew strength from his army, and his army reached the peak of morale because of him. For more than ten years, the Brittany had established an invincible legend under Laing's command. They firmly believed that as long as their King led them, they would never lose.
"Soldiers, Getwo is right in front of you. Let everyone witness your bravery and strength! Use your swords to bring victory to your King! "Laing gave a final order," Advance!!! "
"Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the King!!! "
Hundreds of Brittany infantrymen charged towards the battlefield amidst the thunderous roars.
It was time to decide the outcome!
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