Chapter 440, The Battle of the Blackstone Stronghold (Part 1)

In late autumn, the cold air and damp cold wind blow over the highlands of the Gray Mountains. It is gloomy and humid here, and the sky is still drizzling. There are many defects on the fragile tent canvas, but it can barely resist the invasion of rain. .

Inside the tent, the faint flames on the firewood were crackling and crackling, and everyone in the tent was sleeping. They spread simple blankets on the muddy, slippery green grass and lay down with their clothes on.

It is naturally the Earl's Halberd Corps that can have such excellent living conditions.

The army has gradually approached the Blackstone stronghold. Although there were no large-scale wars along the way, there were still many small-scale encounters. As long as the undead army, the knights will gather the soldiers to publicize how they saved the country from the hands of green skins, chaos, and undead. They show their courage to punish rape and eliminate evil to their heart's content. He also particularly liked to point out the serfs' various practices that did not conform to the spirit of chivalry, but ordered them to search for the relics of the dead on the dead bodies.

For income and life, the serfs had to do as they wanted.

Outside, the sky had already turned pale, and dawn was coming.

The halberdier Raymond felt that he couldn't fall asleep. He turned over and put on his equipment, including a strong breastplate, a blue and white tights, leather gloves, a halberd and a short knife at his waist. Raymond's own equipment Wearing it on his body, he noticed that the flames of the woodpile were already very weak. The young halberd soldier took out a piece of wet firewood and stuffed it into the fire, opened the curtain, and walked out of the tent.

He took out a small square box from his bosom, and with the first ray of morning light, he started his own prayer: "My lord, the God of Justice, your believer Raymond is here to pray to you."

The young halberd soldier's brown hair was a little messy, and his blue eyes were under his slightly wheat-colored skin. Days ago, he and his halberd tasted the first blood of the undead monster.

The small square box was opened, and the statue of the God of Justice carved out of stone appeared in front of Raymond's eyes. The statue was not well-made. The God of Justice was holding a warhammer and a balance, and looked at Raymond quietly with empty eyes.

"My lord, God of justice, I am here to pray to you. Under your blessing, I have walked another day. When the dawn comes and the darkness fades away, I know that this is another day blessed by you. .”

"Today is my twentieth birthday. Thank you, my lord, for twenty years since I came to this world. Your grace has made me strong."

"I will still be weak, I will still be afraid, I will still fall, it is your power on the high god's throne that has blessed me, and given me the courage to face it all, my loyalty will remain the same, and I will serve you without fear of death , not afraid of pain, my Lord God of justice, please use your hammer of justice to judge everything, please use your just balance to weigh everything, although I don't know the way of tomorrow, but I know very well that you control tomorrow, you Take my hand."

"And I will prove myself with my halberd and my faith, and may you honor me."

"The prayer is over." Raymond raised his head. The dawn light broke through the clouds, and the entire camp of the knightly army had awakened. The knights were looking for their horses and followers. The war machines belonging to the dwarves were moving slowly. Deep furrows were plowed on the ground, and the sound of drums resounded through the earth.

The rain in the sky was getting heavier, and in the distance, the horns belonging to the undead army sounded in the distance. Lei Meng clenched the halberd in his hand. He knew that it was not a hallucination or something else.

On the way from Gisole Oaks to the Blackstone stronghold, small-scale battles have been fought several times, and the soldiers are no longer unfamiliar with the undead.

"Great prayer, young man." The sergeant in green clothes and a three-cornered hat came to Raymond's side: "So today is your birthday?"

"Yes, Mr. Bertrand." Raymond picked up his helmet. The helmet feathers on the helmet had long been missing in the previous battle. It left the helmeted halberdier bald, but he was sincerely thankful that it was the plumes that had been lost, not his head.

"Happy birthday, soldier." Bertrand handed over his water bottle: "Imperial Stout."

"Thank you." Raymond took the kettle and took a full sip. The strong taste of the dark beer made the Halberdier feel irritated, and he returned the kettle to Bertrand: "I hope today will not be my last birthday. "

"Oh." Bertrand shook his head, and he motioned Raymond to look around.

The army was gathering under the order of the knights, and there were four thousand knights yelling to indicate that they were ready to fight. The lords led their respective armies, shouting numbers, and called the soldiers to gather.

The Duchess of Bastogne in red and yellow, the Duchess of Winford in blue and white, the Duchess of Montfort in black and white, and the Duchies in armor. Dwarf legion, they are gradually gathering in the light of dawn.

Lords, knights, warriors, and serfs each perform their duties.

The cold wind is howling, and the white snow on the peaks of the gray mountains is watching the army of chivalry. Thousands of years ago, the majestic mountain tops witnessed the story of the first knight King Arthur and the first Holy Grail Knight, Duke of Montfort Mark Luther, and now they will also witness the new story. legend.

During the march, mountain winds continued to blow toward the army from the northeast, and the horizon in the distance became blurred. As the army advanced, the land gradually became dark, and the corruption of the undead spread across the land. , the woods have all withered under the influence of the vampire's corruption, and they are completely curled up like dying old men.

The oncoming mountain wind carried the smell of the bones of the dead and the unique damp smell of the tomb, and the rushing water of the upper reaches of Gresmore quickly washed the banks of the river.

The undead army is approaching.

"Get ready to fight! Soldiers of the earl, you understand your responsibilities, you know what you should do, you usually enjoy the earl's salary, live in a good house, you enjoy many tax breaks in the territory, you are in the earl Everyone in the collar is respected by everyone, and you know why!" Holy Grail Knight, Ryan's bannerman Armand held Ryan's military flag, and he yelled at the serf soldiers: "Now, use your performance to pay back! The Earl's time has come, for glory! For Ryan! For the gods you each believe in! For your homeland!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! For the homeland!" The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted loudly.

Raymond swept his gaze across the army formation.

Out of honor, almost all of the large group of knights led by His Excellency Lane and Duke Francois gathered on the left flank. They were gorgeously dressed, neatly lined up, and their spears supported the backbone of the army. Every team of ranger knights There is a Kingdom Knight leading, and every team of Kingdom Knights... has a Holy Grail Knight at the forefront of the line!

The Holy Grail, the family coat of arms, and the glorious military flag describing various great deeds flutter in the drizzle. Such a gorgeous, serious, and military appearance is what the most powerful knight in the old world should look like!

The front of the central army is composed of a large number of infantry regiments. The halberd soldiers, spearmen, sword and shield soldiers, and the Imperial Freedom Militia were formed into phalanxes one after another. They received a large number of archers, crossbowmen and dwarves. The support of the gunners, behind them, a group of rangers from the wood elves and the thunder gunners and artillery of the dwarves are standing at the end of the front with a proud posture.

Those guys who wear green hoods and are mysterious all day long can shoot up to 300 meters with their bows and arrows!

On the right, Belgar-Hammer, king of Clan Angrund, swore that he and his army would fight for honor and never back down.

The female courtier from Earl Lane, the Elder of Garland, Veronica Bernadotte, and her light magic vehicle provided enough protection and confidence for the army. Raymond swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he found himself holding a halberd hands are shaking.

Damn, not at this time, Raymond! You have to remember who gave you everything, your mother and your brother are waiting for you to go back!

The young serf clenched his halberd tightly, and he looked into the distance.

The undead appeared, as always, those huge numbers, the tireless undead zombies appeared first, these zombie legions are everywhere, their formation is simply a mess, the only way for these stupid, willless beasts to win is to rely on numbers to win .

They couldn't break through our army formation, Raymond subconsciously set his sights on his companions.

The solid military formations are neatly arranged, with clear ranks. The dense array of halberds and spears are shining in the morning light. The soldiers are covering each other's brothers and sisters. The morning moisture is inhaled into their lungs. They are both a little nervous and nervous. Clenching the weapons in their hands restrainedly, some soldiers kept shouting to boost morale.

The footsteps of the undead approached. The huge noise, the stench of the rotting corpses and the unconscious murmurs of the zombies made Raymond feel his brain was in chaos. Threat, in his previous battle, he could easily deal with five or six zombies by himself.

"Steady! Soldiers, don't waste your ammunition and arrows on those zombies!" The voice of Kingdom Knight Hux shuttled through the crowd. This knight is usually in charge of training, and his prestige in the infantry regiment is extremely high. , especially under the appointment of the Dukes of François and Furcade, he gained the power to command all infantry: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot at the zombies!"

The soldiers nodded one after another to express their obedience to the order. Under their control, the group of zombies that were not attacked by shelling or long-range weapons approached the army formation like this.

What responded to them was a dense array of guns. The infantry yelled and pierced the tip of the spear into the zombie's body, and swung the halberd. The fragile and unprotected zombies were immediately torn to pieces by the sharp weapons, like Slips off like a rag.

"Kill!" Raymond stood in place, and with a thrust of the halberd in his hand, he pierced a zombie's head. The muscles of his arms either stretched or tensed according to the master's movements. .

It's like cutting meat, it's like cutting meat.

Raymond tried not to let himself bear that heavy sense of guilt, he silently recited the holy name of the God of Justice: "I can do it."

The tide of zombies is just like what the knights said. It looks scary, but in fact it is a group of bastards. After a short period of fighting, the serf infantry found that they could easily deal with these zombie groups. The zombies moved slowly. , The combat effectiveness is low.

The first wave, the second wave, and the two waves of zombies did not pose any threat to the soldiers at all. Similarly, the long-range weapons and muskets of the human and dwarf coalition forces never fired once.

However, the undead army is not only a group of zombies.

It seems that the enemy has also realized that the zombie group cannot absorb damage, so in the distance, those really powerful troops began to appear.

There were dozens of dire wolves, the hungry wolves were dripping with saliva, and they ran at a fast pace with their bloody mouths wide open. They cunningly hid themselves behind the group of zombies, ready to devour delicious human flesh.

Behind them, several skeleton legions are slowly pressing on.

But the coalition forces were already prepared, and the kingdom knight Hux on the horse raised his lance: "First battle, fire!"

"Fire!!!" The team captain and company captain shouted loudly, and the crossbowmen and dwarf musketeers immediately obeyed the order and pulled the trigger towards the dire wolves.

Hundreds of muskets, hundreds of hand crossbows, bows and arrows were fired together. The bullets of gunpowder arrived first, and the most greedy dire wolves who rushed to the front were engulfed by the flames. Afterwards, dense arrows followed, killing the dire wolves. The figure runs through.

The first wave of firepower submerged the entire pack of dire wolves, and when the volley ended, only three of the dozens of dire wolves in the pack survived with arrows all over their bodies.

Then the roar of the artillery sounded, and the shells of the dwarf cannon exploded in the dense formation of the skeleton warrior army, blowing up the skeleton army to pieces. The thunderous sound made Raymond cheer uncontrollably, and the soldiers yelled , venting his joy, each shell can destroy the fragile bodies of dozens of skeleton warriors, blasting them into residue.

What boosted the morale of the soldiers even more was that even the barren grave guards and the artillery that could not fight against the dwarves, when a barren grave guard was working hard to command the troops, a cannon shot hit its body on the spot. The seemingly indestructible plate armor was shattered by the cannon shells. From the chest to the waist, the entire filthy body was blown into two pieces. The soul fire in the eyes was extinguished, and the remaining half of the body stood on the spot and then fell down.

"Nice!" Raymond yelled uncontrollably. He pierced the chest of a skeleton warrior with the tip of the halberd, and chopped off the head of another skeleton warrior with the halberd. The infantry began to face the attack of the undead. Amid the roar of artillery and the volley of muskets, the crossbowmen battalion and the serf archers also fired with all their strength. They chanted the holy name of the fairy in the lake and shot the hatred to their enemies!

However, mortal efforts are far from enough.

The howls and screams from the undead resounded at the foot of the Gray Mountains and echoed in the mountains. More skeleton warriors and barren grave guards rushed to the battlefield. The piercing howls almost drove Raymond crazy. He could no longer hear his own breathing, and the halberd soldier barely pushed away the enemy in front of him. He found that the tide of undead was not hindered by the powerful long-range firepower at all.

These undead creatures don't know what it means to be tired, and they don't know what it means to be afraid. They just move forward, the ones in front fall down, the ones behind continue, and the ones in front block the footsteps behind, so push them to keep going!

The tide of thousands of undead began to submerge the phalanx of the human army. The formation of the army is still strong, but every skeleton warrior or guard of the graveyard can make the formation retreat or shake. When the gap gets bigger and bigger, the first A serf infantry regiment that began to collapse appeared. The spears in their hands were broken. The serf infantry had to face the rusty sword blades and decayed spears of the skeleton warriors. The infantry regiment was forced to retreat. Many serf infantry had died in battle. On the spot, more infantry retreated slowly.

The human body seems to be more fragile than the undead. The flesh and blood were torn apart, the internal organs were pulled out, and the serf infantry died in pieces. A tomb ghost slaughtered at least half a dozen infantry in two or three blows, but then it was killed by several The muskets hit together and fell to the ground.

The crossbowmen and archers are still raining arrows, the dwarf thunder gunners are still firing, and the cannons are covering the formation of the undead army, but the undead army that appears from the other side of the horizon is still endless.

"Ahhh!" A halberd soldier next to Lei Meng unfortunately broke his halberd in his hand. He was immediately stabbed in the arm, chest, and abdomen by three spears, and the blood flowed all over the ground. It fell apart and became several paragraphs.

"Go to hell!" Raymond seized an opening and swung his halberd to chop down a skeleton warrior. The corpses of his siblings were already submerged by the tide of corpses. The young soldier immediately gave up trying to retrieve the corpses of his compatriots. , a halberd soldier who was as young as him immediately made up for it.

Three seconds later, the halberd soldier was beheaded by the barren grave guard, and another soldier made it up again.

Human beings are resisting the attack of the undead with their flesh and blood.

The front is gradually retreating, and they cannot hold out for long.

The Earl will not abandon us, Raymond believed so firmly, the halberd soldier's arms were numb, he retreated slowly with the crowd, his comrades fell one by one, exhaustion tormented his body, and soaked in his soul.

The Earl will not give up on us, he clenched his halberd hard again, Raymond stabbed a charging Dire Wolf with a standard thrust, he thought again.

"Toot~" The horn sounded from the west, and some sounds were covered by the dense hoofbeats. Raymond's fragile hearing could not hear it exactly, but he could be sure that it was a speech full of glory and faith.

The knights are ready to charge.

"Oh, I like this." The young soldier murmured to himself. He was about to call on his comrades to help the knights to launch a counterattack, but the scene in front of him quickly surprised him.

The same horn sounded in the undead army, and a large group of undead knights was entering the battlefield.

Above the sky, a giant monster with wings spread out and a terrifying face spit out green flames and flew towards the human army. Raymond didn't know its name, but he knew that this monster must not belong to them.

"Oh, God, the God of justice is above." Fear lingered in Raymond's heart, and he backed away tremblingly.

"I do not like this."