Chapter 395: The Defeated North

There are still no signs of the catastrophe falling from the sky.

Couldn't see where the enemy was or what the attack was, and even the most intelligent wizards in the coalition—if they had the ability to think at the moment—couldn't think of a spell to hit. It's so far away, its power is so great, and it doesn't feel the slightest mana fluctuation before hitting it, which goes against the common sense of magic!

In fact, until the continuous shells fell on their heads and the whole open area was turned into a scorched earth, only a few people realized that they were "attacked", and many more people still did not realize that the battle was actually over. started, without even realizing it was Cecil's power that was killing them.

They were bombed, smashed, and vaporized in a daze, and in the last few brief moments of their lives, they couldn't even think of the fate of this catastrophe and their ongoing "Cecil Expedition" in their minds. what a link.

It wasn't until almost all the soldiers in the front were wiped out and the knights died that only the mages, knights and priests who were left reacted, or guessed the reason for the incredible hell in front of them. Some people were crazy. The ground roared loudly: "The Cecils! The Cecils are attacking!!"

But the roar was weak like a mosquito in the continuous explosion. Soon, the owner of the roar disappeared with his voice in a new explosion crater, and more people were blasted by the shell. The shock wave convulsed to death.

Luckily for those who were slow to keep up with the larger force, they were left behind by sloppy discipline, and on the road of the gravel ridge witnessed the nightmarish sight of the plains, the great power of the past. The knights and mages rolled around in the "Sky Fire Explosion", crawling on the ground with their stumps and broken arms, and the vanguard of thousands of people disappeared in a few breaths. Those who survived were heartbroken, but they were very Soon encountered the same deadly threat.

The warhorse was startled.

The horses of the knights are trained to maintain a certain degree of composure in the face of the magical explosions created by the mage, but this training is obviously limited, and the intensive artillery bombardment and the occasional fireball are obviously very different. Thing, the explosion on the battlefield exceeded the limit of what the horses could bear, and more deadly chaos broke out among the coalition forces.

The frightened and out-of-control warhorses began to carry their masters to rampage in the army, and the frightened noble private soldiers immediately lost the suppression of the noble knights. The courageous nobles and their knights shouted in the chaos, trying to use their prestige to re-organize order, but they were soon overturned by the horses under their crotch, at least one-third of the time. One of them was smashed into flesh by the running horseshoes and iron boots in the next few minutes, and the rest were carried along the mountain road by the fleeing soldiers—

But behind them, troops who didn't know the truth kept coming up.

The front line of the coalition forces was too long. When the vanguard was wiped out in the artillery bombardment, the soldiers in the middle and rear sections were even on the mountain road in the gravel ridge. They heard a loud explosion in the distance and thought it was The thunder that often occurs in spring is echoing in the mountains. Most of the superstitious southern soldiers believe in one thing, that is, the thunder in spring means a bad omen. The stone on the top of the mountain - so the follow-up troops accelerated their pace and collided with the troops in front who were trying to retreat.

One side desperately wanted to escape, while the other was still moving forward. All the aristocratic private soldiers were using different flags, orders, and even speaking the dialects of different places. A huge chaos broke out on the hills of the Crushed Stone Ridge. Overwhelmed by the crowd, the soldiers ran around, some pushed back to the apocalyptic plain, while others rolled down the cliff in a chaotic explosion, screaming and screaming. The sound finally began to spread towards the gravel ridge. I don't know who shouted "The battle is defeated!", causing the chaos to break out to a fatal extent.

Viscount Carroll was forcibly pushed back by the troops in front. Now he has no idea what happened in front of him. He only vaguely heard someone mentioning the thunder and the soldiers who had gone mad while running and shouting. Cecil had 10,000 great magicians, instantly destroying Earl Hossman and the entire corps led by him. These crazy news and the fact that the coalition forces were fleeing now impacted the poor heart of the Viscount. He tried to keep his balance on the horse. As he moved northward under the guard of the knights, his brain was so confused that he couldn't think.

The mighty coalition had completely disintegrated, like a broken plate. The knights and noble lords tried several times to reorganize the order, but in the end they could only run back with the large army. It couldn't be done. In the middle of the gravel ridge, the more than 20 nobles who survived and their relatives were scurrying around like headless flies. Carroll looked around in panic and saw that he could keep up with him. There were only less than half of the people left - the remaining people either fell off the hillside or were scattered by the swarming crowd.

But slowly, Viscount Carroll found that the fleeing people had gathered together again. In the team, he found a somewhat familiar flag with the emblem of the Glen family on it.

Lady Ropeney Grant ran out of the crowd on horseback, surrounded by a group of strong guards who looked calm and reassuring, she came to Viscount Carroll and said loudly: "Follow--I A group of people gathered! Let's run northeast!"

The baroness's high-pitched tone and simple and straightforward way of speaking did not look like a noble at all, lacking enough modifiers and embellished endings, but at this moment Viscount Carroll felt extremely friendly and reliable, and he immediately followed on his horse, While shouting at the loyal knights behind him: "Follow, follow the flag of the Glen family! Forget about those militiamen and serf soldiers!"

Outside the gravel ridge, on a high ground far from the battlefield, a cleverly disguised tower is hidden in the canopy of several giant trees. On the observation post at the top of the tower, a soldier wearing Cecil-style armor Put down the binoculars in his hand.

The soldier turned his head and said to his colleagues behind him, "Signal, three red and two yellow."

After a while, several small specially-made light grenades were launched into the sky, and several colorful smoke and dust exploded in the sky.

At Windward Hill, a messenger ran to Philip: "Sir, the observation post has signaled - half of the artillery hits, and the enemy has already begun to flee."

"It turns out that minefields and close defense positions are not used at all... It really is a group of rabble," Philip couldn't help shaking his head, "Forget it, after the heavy artillery hits this base, stop the fire and send a signal to the second brigade to let the They bite the enemy, don't let people go."

After the messenger left, Philip sighed slightly: "Although the signal flare is a good thing, it can only convey such a simple content... I don't know when the communication device that Master Carmel said before will be tested. …”

After sighing, the young knight raised his head and looked at where the Kant knights and the second corps they led were staying.

Walder and his men still haven't recovered.

The continuous roaring of the huge acceleration guns, the orderly order and execution, the constant low-pitched explosions from far away, the war, was completely different from the form they knew.

It's not like a "battle" where knights and warriors fight face to face, but it's a bit like some kind of machinery at work... just like the mechanical clocks made by skilled craftsmen.

The Cecil Corps flipped switches with precision, guns fired with precision, and enemies died with precision—running, and the results came out.

Until this moment, Margarita and her fellow knights realized why the lord did not need the Second Corps and the Knights of Kant to go to the battlefield... For them who are not even proficient with ray guns, this kind of The battlefield only adds to the chaos.

But just as the Kant knights were in shock and self-doubt, Philip came among them.

"Knights, don't you want to participate in the battle - now the task for you is down."

Wald Perich looked at Philip in confusion: "We? Isn't the fight already over?"

"Who said that the war is over when the enemy retreats?" Philip laughed, "Before the expedition, the lord told me a word - the enemy has the right to open fire, but we have the final say when to stop the fire. Count Hossman sent the gauntlet to Cecil before, and now Cecil will respond to his challenge in his own way... Knights, get your men and horses in order, and go with the First Corps to pursue them. the enemy of perpetrators."

Although I always felt that something was wrong in these words, the kant knights who finally got the opportunity to express themselves didn't care about these details - the opportunity of thousands of people chasing tens of thousands of people is not so easy to come across.

They immediately ran excitedly to select their own men and horses, and were ready to lead the expedition.

And when the mighty 50,000-strong coalition army was instantly defeated in the Crushed Stone Ridge area and began to stage a farce of a grand escape, the other army gathered under the call of Earl Hossman did not even know about their northern brothers. terrible fate.

The stout Count Francine Pebble stood on the bow of the boat, using the cool wind on the river to dispel the dizziness and dizziness caused by last night's hangover. As 20,000 people rushed to the front line under their own command, they couldn't help but feel a sense of high spirits.

Earl Pebble is not a person with high prestige in the South, but his family has been passed down on this land for a long time. In fact, as early as the time of Cecil, Earl Pebble's ancestors were already real nobles here. Now, in the great turmoil a hundred years ago, the Peibo family relied on timely standing in line to protect their titles and fiefs. Although they were inevitably involved with Cecil, their prestige and influence were not as good as before. But at least—the name Pebble is still the surname of the earl.

The vision of Francine Peibo has always been to revive the glory of the family, so that the surname Peibo can regain the right to speak in the southern region and gain influence in line with his earl title.

Now, he felt that the opportunity had come.

When Count Hossman was implementing the "Magic Weave", he gave strong support and helped Karlov Hossman to repair the magic net to various places in the south. He was the first to respond when Count Hossman called for troops. , and used all the river vessels accumulated by the family for generations as "warships", which proved to be worthwhile for his investment.

He finally had 20,000 people, and he had the opportunity to lead an allied army as an earl to gain fame.

As long as he can get through the road from Baishui River to Cecil Land, and ensure the safety of the banks of the White Water River before Earl Hossman's army goes south, he can make the surname Peibo resonate in the south.

(Life is the liver!)