Scene 331 Holy White's Battle XV

What's this? magic? All the front-line commanders of the Northern Allied Forces were so startled that they stopped all their actions, but no one, including Viscount von Dougning, had reacted yet, and one after another flashes of light had already erupted in the Bree infantry brigade. Come.

Boom boom boom, a stormy explosion instantly enveloped the entire front line. The Bule infantry was fortunate to encounter landmines as a lethal weapon for the first time on the battlefield of Warnd. Once the disintegrating crystal shallowly buried under the turf is stressed, it immediately releases all the energy contained in it. The terrible impact not only lifts the turf, but also directly impacts the infantry on it.

The iron foot guards of the Bulli infantry were first deformed by the force, and then the bones were broken upwards by the huge momentum, flying upwards with its owner; Or the internal organs were squeezed into pieces.

After five or six infantrymen were thrown into the sky, most of the ones that fell down were cold corpses.

In an instant, Bree's infantry brigade lost nearly one-fifth of its effective strength. But the more serious blow was on morale-they were in trouble before they even came into contact with the enemy-the cheers of the Northern coalition forces who witnessed this scene stopped abruptly like a duck choked by the throat.

"This...is made from the things you took out of those magic furnaces?" Princess Griffin watched this scene from a distance, but she was silently calculating in her heart: "The core value of the magic power transmission device is not cheap, but Those crystals don’t seem to be very cost-effective in terms of lethality, but it seems that the investment regardless of cost on the critical battlefield can also produce miraculous effects.”

Brando nodded. To be honest, he and Antitina didn't sleep all night after knowing this. And in the end, because there were too many of them, it was impossible for Antitina to complete such a large workload by herself, so he had to use a large blood sacrifice alchemy array to help.

For this he bled a lot.

However, he noticed the face of the half-elf princess, and probably guessed what the other party was thinking. But he doesn't care, this is not the full power of the disintegrating crystal right now, the good show is yet to come, making the disintegrating crystal by himself is not for playing with mines.

He turned around again. Looking at the other side of the battlefield from afar. The explosion was still going on, and a ground dragon cavalry also died in this round of explosions. The disintegrating crystal blew off his ground dragon's right foot. The furious mount threw him off his back. The poor hapless fellow broke his spine in the process and was killed instantly.

"Stop! Stop!" Viscount von Daughnin was also taken aback, he tightened his reins and shouted, "It's a trap!"

But this viscount lord is worthy of his great reputation in history after all. He found a solution right away. Give the order for the Bule infantry to stop and disperse, and then continue to advance in skirmish formation-the skirmish formation was as early as the year of star gathering (1st321) Count Artania led the white lion infantry regiment to face the dense lion people Bows and arrows have existed since the time of covering strikes. Earlier, the Cruz people also used similar tactics, so it is not a novel invention-but he learned and used it here, but it made the commanders of the Northern Coalition Army see it. one light.

"As expected of a genius from the Nayotes." Viscount Finn couldn't help but praise Vitokin. The earl is also very satisfied, at least it has not proved that his choice is wrong, knowledge of people is also one of the virtues of nobility.

But his voice hadn't finished yet, as if it was specifically to refute him.

There was another brighter flash on the battlefield. The violent explosion almost joined together, shaking the entire valley.

Viscount von Daughning stared dumbfounded at what happened in front of him. The violent explosion lifted the turf, causing blood-soaked soil to fall from his side like a mud rain. He wiped his face. His face was sticky and uncomfortable. In his imagination, the princess only had half the night. He had to set up positions and lay traps. How could there be so much time? He decided that the other party was just bluffing and trying to delay time.

Unexpectedly, he was still wrong. Brando's 'trap' is not as complicated as he imagined. In fact, he and Antitina just casually made some leftover scraps and threw them into the grass.

But it was this casual product that caused great trouble to the Northern Allied Forces.

When Brando saw the Burer infantry stop again, he couldn't help feeling refreshed. There is no international agreement in this world, and he can use whatever kind of landmine he wants, without any psychological burden at all. And this big killer appeared on the battlefield for the first time, and it did bring unimaginable benefits.

If the Northern coalition forces want to continue advancing, they have to pay a tragic price. Moreover, the real function of landmines is actually to deter the morale of the enemy. Losing one or two troops before touching the enemy can be regarded as a very bad omen in the fantasy world of Warnd.

Of course, the opponent can also stop and clear the mines slowly. Anyway, he and Antitina didn't bury those disintegrating crystals very deep, and they could find them out one by one if they were more careful. But that was exactly what he wanted. Anyway, he was not short of time. It would be best if the battle dragged on for a week or half a month, but at that time, the nobles in the north would not have the final say on the battlefield.

However, the Northern Allied Forces obviously understood this and did not intend to give Brando this opportunity. Viscount von Daughnin ordered the Burei people to move on after only a brief stay, still in the formation of skirmishers.

This is purely filling a hole with human life——

Bree's infantry immediately rioted, but it was quickly suppressed. After Viscount von Daughnin ordered his rangers to kill a few disobedient soldiers with a cold face, the infantry brigade began to reluctantly move forward again.

But at this time, the loud and ambitious sentence, "I will take the lead with the spear, and you will win from me!" Long live Eruin! Long live the king! ’ It became a ready-made joke, and morale plummeted.

Viscount von Daughning stared fiercely at the north, his face turned pale.

Anyway. The coalition forces in the north finally began to advance again. Amidst the sound of explosions, Bree's infantry continued to reduce their numbers, and finally these well-disciplined infantry finally couldn't bear it and collapsed. The lower-level soldiers almost cried and wanted to retreat, but the shining spears still drove them away. Follow them forward.

This scene couldn't help but remind Brando of the scene where the Cruz Empire drove their slave soldiers to attack, but the Cruz people drove out their enemies and captives, while today's Eruin drove out their compatriots.

He watched this scene coldly.

behind him. Princess Griffin also bit her lower lip tightly.

The first infantry brigade of Bree's column finally collapsed completely, or was completely finished. This brigade was not just completely lost. And also lost their hearts. Everyone understands this, and the future Buley Column may not have the designation of the First Infantry Battalion.

That will be the nightmare that will remain in everyone's mind.

But the nightmare persists. Viscount von Daughnin replaced the second brigade. At this moment, the young man seemed to be a cold death guarding victory. Indifferently filling human life into this established victory, he only needs the final result.

As for the sacrifice, there is only one number left.

The advance of the Northern Coalition Army finally saw results, and the second infantry brigade of the Burer people finally approached to a position less than one mile away from Brando's main position. Behind them, the main force of the Northern Allied Forces began to hide, and Brando could even see the mobilization of the cavalry behind them.

But at this time, the Bule infantry in front suffered a head-on blow.

Everyone heard a 'whoosh' sound as if the air was being evacuated, and the sky was darkened. Viscount von Daughnin raised his head subconsciously, and saw a black rain of arrows rising from Marchenko Mountain and Veleko Mountain respectively, and the arrow rain hit his face. The Bule Second Infantry Battalion advancing ahead seemed to hit an invisible wall head-on, and the formation that had remained intact suddenly collapsed in several places.

"Finally we have met the enemy!" Viscount von Daughnin's heart flashed with excitement, and he immediately turned around and shouted: "Order the highland infantry to attack Mount Villecot immediately, and take down that mountain first! The Bree infantry continue to advance! "

The retinue knights behind him immediately raised their banners.

A flag was raised on the other side of the valley as well. Viscount Finn glanced at it from a distance, and immediately galloped out of the surrounding knights. Behind him, a knight held up a horn and blew it.

The distant sound of horns resounded through the valley for a moment.

The highland infantry of Finn's column began to break away from the main formation. Thousands of infantry in gray uniforms flowed over the riverbed at the bottom of the valley like a torrent - in front of them, the light infantry of the Buer people had already "stepped" a safe path for them. The passage - so that they can unimpeded attack in the direction of Mount Villecot.

Unfortunately, the attack did not go as smoothly as expected.

The second brigade of Finn's highland infantry had just entered the black pine forest when they heard a hissing cry in the forest: "Sa

ko——! "If they understand Naga, they will understand the meaning of this sentence.

"cast--!"

Sanir opened his mouth. The long howling sound penetrated the entire woodland. The scorched yellow pupils of the warriors of the Naga tribe hidden in the pine forest had already reflected human figures. They raised their spears in unison and threw them downward.

A scream resounded through the forest.

Finn Column Highland Infantry Second Battalion rushed forward and the seventh division was almost completely covered by this wave of spear rain. The leading centurion, Sir Raphael, was killed on the spot, and only one third of the 150 infantry survived. in difficulty.

"ai

! "Sanir immediately ordered his fellow clansmen to lay down their spears, and the Naga Guards set up their spears at the same time, and the first three rows immediately formed a steel forest.

The 3rd, 4th, and 9th detachments of the Highland Infantry have passed their comrades at this moment. Centurion Brod and his colleagues personally supervised the battle. As soon as he saw the weapon in the hands of the Gray Fin Naga in the forest, he realized that it was not good. —Moon Spear, Naga Praetorians! But it was too late to retreat at this time, and everyone could only watch helplessly as two armies of different races collided.

There was an orderly muffled sound, like the sound of a spear ripping through a chain armor. Brod couldn't help subconsciously raising his head, and saw the first row of Black Blade Legionnaires flying up neatly in front of them, and were thrown back, hitting a rock or hanging on a tree trunk.

The Naga Guards were still advancing, and the lines of the three highland infantry units were like a thin layer of paper. The third-tier army showed crushing strength when facing the first-tier army. Brod saw that the Naga Praetorians cleared out the human soldiers in front of them almost instantly, while the Naga in the back row were taking the second short spear from behind in a uniform movement.

It was the last picture he saw in his life.

...

The forest was in a mess, and there were corpses of human soldiers nailed to the ground everywhere.

Sanir looked up, and Brando probably talked to him about the formation of the Black Blade Legion. Right now they have defeated about half of the human brigade, but that's enough.

"Put away the corpses of the clansmen and clean up the battlefield. Let's retreat!" It immediately issued an order to all its subordinates in Naga language. Brando didn't intend to entangle too much with the Black Blade Legion on these two hills. The cadets of the Royal Knights Academy originally planned to turn this place into a meat-grinding battlefield, but in his opinion, the meat-grinding battle is the most important thing. It's a really worthless thing.

But give up these two mountains. Can the central position really be defended...

A trace of doubt also flashed in Sanir's scorched yellow vertical pupils.

When Viscount Finn rushed to Mount Valeco, he saw exactly such a hellish scene. In just a quarter of an hour, the second brigade of the Highland Infantry lost five units. The four centurions, who had not suffered such a terrible loss at Thoas, were surrounded by the Lion-men of Torquinen.

And even though the knight captain swore to assure them that they finally defeated the enemy - those gray fin naga - and seized the mountain after a arduous battle. But Finn is not an idiot, he can clearly see that Naga retreated voluntarily, otherwise his men would not even grab a corpse?

never mind.

The Viscount gritted his teeth, in short, it is enough to complete the task, he will not take the initiative to go to the Earl to admit punishment for these indifferent reasons, "Clean up the battlefield immediately, and report our victory to Earl Vitokin!" Finn ordered fiercely .

He couldn't help but look up at the center of the battlefield, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, this battle was too weird. Why did those Naga take the initiative to abandon the high ground?

Almost the same scene is happening on Marchenko Hill on the other side of the battlefield. Baron Constantine almost watched in disbelief as the 'Pseudo-White Lions' and the young cadets who almost completely defeated his column walked away.

"They retreated?"

"Martha, are you protecting us in heaven?"

"Thank God...!" Baron Constantine lay powerlessly on the ground, almost crying.

Viscount von Daughnin got the news that Mount Marchenko and Mount Villeko had been captured almost immediately, and at that moment he finally let out a heavy sigh. Although there were some troubles, the victory was finally in sight.

"Her Royal Highness really intends to abandon the high ground in the south. Are you planning to attract the main force of the coalition forces to attack the central position? Want to cover the left and right flanks? No, this should be to lure the enemy to go deep... How arrogant."

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but his eyes gradually became fanatical and belligerent. But since the princess side dared to expose their weaknesses to the front, how could they easily let them go? The other side foolishly believed that their central position was indestructible, but Viscount von Daughning did not think that the private soldiers under Earl Odin could be relied on.

"Destroy the opponent's delusion with one blow."

He raised his spear.

The horn blares.

...

The whining horn sounded again. The Northern coalition forces are no longer advancing layer upon layer. Instead, it seemed that the whole thing was moving. Since Marchenko Mountain and Veleko Mountain both fell into the hands of the enemy, this time they were finally able to fully unfold from the front.

With the enemy coming from three sides, Earl Vitokine finally invested more than four columns of troops at one time. The black army is like a torrent flowing across the mountains, but this torrent is going upstream, launching an all-round attack from the river beach, from the stream, from the forest, and from the mountains.

Flags were flying against the wind, and the sporadic explosions of disintegrating crystals seemed to be submerged in the sea of ​​people in an instant.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but turn pale, there were too many enemies. After the loss of Mount Marchenko and Mount Villeko, whether the central position can hold its ground under attack from three sides is really an answer without any doubt.

Just rely on those private soldiers?

A nervous look finally appeared on Brando's face. He wasn't worried about whether there would be any mistakes in his plan, but he was worried about whether Earl Odin's private soldiers could withstand the huge psychological pressure. If they collapsed at the first touch, it would be over. But he only has this chance, and he must attract the enemy's main force here.

"Hold on to me—"

Brando shouted in his heart, but subconsciously drew his sword. Although he has not yet met the enemy, he already feels that the phalanx of the noble private soldiers has begun to crumble, and he can't wait any longer, and the morale must be stabilized. He held up the sword of the earth, and the "Grip of Bahamut" on his arm has the ability to transform itself just like in the game, and it perfectly blends with the sky-blue armor. The metal gauntlet looks like the claws of a blue dragon, looking majestic.

behind him--

In the bow and arrow position on the hillside, the noble archers finally waited for the order. At the same time, they drew arrows from the quiver on their backs and opened their longbows—the arrow clusters had been removed and replaced by gleaming gray crystals.

Beth looked at these longbowmen and couldn't help shaking her head, the movements were also slow and not standard. These aristocratic private soldiers are really useless, and the number is too small. There are more than a thousand archers, a small half of which are 'temporarily transferred'. Can these people really play a role?

She was skeptical.

However, the Commander himself said that as long as they can draw their bows and shoot arrows into the enemy's formation, that's enough. Beth looked at the dark coalition forces below the mountain, and thought that this is not a difficult task, since there is no need to aim at all.

"Prepare--"

She also opened the shale longbow in her hand.

"shoot--!"

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