Act 332 XVI

The distance between the sky and the earth in Brando's field of vision became narrow and wide, the spearman in front was lowering his center of gravity, the shiny helmets sank one by one, and the spear seemed to rise from a sea of ​​helmets. He vaguely heard Beth's voice as sharp as a sea monster, "she—" A feathered arrow passed over their heads, turning into black dots in a distant place and falling one after another.

The ranks of the Union Army of the North looked like a blue and white wave, which produced a series of explosions. The continuous flashes of explosions and the sound of screeching became one piece, and the sharp airflow seemed to cross a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and jingled against his armor with the incomplete metal ring.

The bright light was shining, and Brando couldn't help squinting his eyes. The light infantry in front of him had already begun their final charge. Their line was completely in an arc, and they were crossing the shallows of the mountain stream. The disintegrating crystals continued Exploding beneath their feet, clouds of water rose, and young faces fell in the mist as his companions moved on over his corpse. About 50 meters away from the left and right sides, in the dense forest at the northern foot of Marchenko Mountain and Valeco Mountain, the infantry of Finn's Column and Constantine's Column were looming under the tree canopy, but the flashes of explosions bloomed in the forest—— Without worrying about accidental injury, the archers shot almost all their arrows on these two hills—the deafening sound from the explosion almost turned the ground over, and the branches of the black pine were crushed. The air wave broke, flew, and fell side by side with the flags of the two northern coalition columns.

A few flashes of light suddenly erupted in the distance of the battlefield.

Brando immediately understood what it was, a magic attack! Wizards of the Northern Alliance have joined the fray. A few flames crossed a distance of thousands of meters in an instant, turning into a fireball the size of a head in an instant, but a light blue water curtain spread over the phalanx of noble private soldiers, and the fireball crashed into the water curtain, turning into a fireball. Countless red flame seedlings scattered and splashed in all directions.

However, the roar from the explosion caused Earl Odin's personal soldiers to shudder, and the formation began to loosen in a mess. Brando screamed badly, trying to boost morale. But a clear and calm voice rang out before him.

"Don't back down, I'm here! I'm with you, fighting side by side with you!" Her Royal Highness's voice was firm and calm. But the girl's pale hand clutching her sword hilt revealed her true mood.

"His Royal Highness!" Brando suddenly turned his head, only to see Princess Griffin not far from him.

Princess Griffin glanced at him, her silver eyes filled with uneasiness. But she turned around. Majesticly shouted: "I am the princess of Eruin! I will be here, let our blood flow together today!" The majesty of the royal family is still very contagious to ordinary people. Behind him, the commotion of the noble private soldiers miraculously calmed down.

Seeing this, Freya stepped forward and joined the first row, drew out her long sword and stood side by side with the noble private soldiers. Although this girl from the countryside of Butcher is full of words and deeds, she can't say any passionate words to inspire people.

But as long as she clenches the Lionheart Holy Sword with both hands and hasn't taken a step back, how can the men have the nerve to leave their positions and let her face the army alone.

Following her, the few non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knights Academy who were still in the central position set an example. Stand at the front of the queue. No one spoke, but they seemed to be shining with an indescribable spirit. At that moment, Brando's heart was pounding, but he felt his blood boiling.

He put down the sword of the earth and placed it on his chest. Hold your head up and look forward. A line of blue and white waves is passing through the smoke belt produced by the explosion, and the light infantry of the Northern Allied Forces has already crossed the river bank and is very close at hand.

Feng? Viscount Daughnin walked through the explosion in unspeakable pain, spit out the sand in his mouth. He raised his head, looked through the smoke and fire, and saw Earl Odin's noble private soldiers who had just regained their composure from the commotion. "The other side also has brilliant officers..." This thought flashed through his mind.

The two armies collided with each other.

The noble private soldiers stretched out their spears in unison. The halberds of the Bule light infantry rushing to the front were stabbed before they could reach them. The sharp spear points pierced the sloped breastplate of the Bule light infantry, and they fell to the ground row by row. From a distance, the swallowtail flag of the Bulei people collapsed in a row like stubble.

The noble private soldiers took a step back, but the second row of Bree infantry had already pierced through the forest of spears with their halberds. However, these war halberds all hit the big shield in vain, and the noble private soldiers in the back row passed their spears through the gap between the big shields, and accurately fell these missing fishbone on the ground.

But the light infantry in the rear kept going, over the corpses of their companions. The noble private soldiers had to continue to retreat, and the impact received in all directions was inconsistent, although the non-commissioned officers on the front line shouted hoarsely, "Back!" Back off! ’ But continuous sections began to appear on the front line of the first row.

Brando was yelling in his heart that it was not good, but he found that the Bre light infantry on the opposite side did not make good use of these sections, and they just kept advancing blindly. Noble private army. And the opponent is just a second-line army composed of human light infantry who can't even be counted as the first level.

He breathed a sigh of relief, he was a little too nervous. After all, this is the Year of the Sword, and the battlefield is not surrounded by those famous troops of later generations. He calmed down a bit, raised his head, and saw layers of helmets, shield tips, spear points, and flags in the ocean, and in the distance there was a ground dragon ranger cruising outside the formation.

"It's that guy..."

Brando realized that the opponent was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the section to be further expanded to an opportunity that the Rangers could seize.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of Marchenko Mountain and the northern foot of Veleko Mountain, and Feng? Doughnin is doing exactly the same thing. The young viscount rode on the back of the ground dragon and watched as the forwards of Finn's column and Constantine's column had appeared on the edge of the woodland—and directly in front of them were the left and right flanks of the three phalanxes of noble private soldiers.

"Hey. It's moving faster than expected." Feng? Viscount Daughnin was slightly taken aback. He knew exactly what the Finn column and the Constantine column were, but he didn't expect that the other party would bite the bullet and pass through the explosion at a critical moment.

God help Sifah.

But when Brando saw the same scene, a thought flashed through his mind: "Beth did a good job."

The phalanx of noble private soldiers retreated slowly step by step with their backs against Mount Anger, while the Gray Fin Naga Guards and the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy who had retreated earlier soon appeared at the southern foot of Mount Anger. Wings—

Feng? Viscount Daughnin instantly understood what Brando wanted to do. Concentrate the superior forces on the left and right wings, lure and defeat the salient parts of the northern coalition forces in Marchenko and Villeko Mountains, and make the main force of the Bule infantry form the salient parts to complete the encirclement. "Flag sign." Feng? Viscount Daughnin immediately ordered: "Let Viscount Finn and Baron Constantine hold on, and tell them that victory is in sight, so don't worry about it. Just put in all your troops."

He paused for a moment, "Convey my order to Earl Vitokine, it is best to ask him to issue the same order again."

The cavalry who gave the order left immediately.

The battle has gradually heated up——

subject to repeated shocks. The formation of the noble private soldiers has begun to slowly tilt to one side, as if a huge piece of butter has begun to melt, and one corner has lagged seriously. Feng? Viscount Daughning grasped this change keenly. He pointed his spear at the flank of the noble private soldiers and shouted: "Let's attack the phalanx on the left wing and defeat their main formation first. The victory will be ours!"

Brando heard Earl Odin roaring hoarsely behind him: "Be careful of that Ranger, don't expose the flanks to them!" For the first time, he felt that the crisis was approaching. Commanding the army to fight, he might really not be that guy's opponent.

"Mr. Brando." Princess Griffin's fair face was flushed, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly due to excess. She looked around on the horse, and there were enemies all around, as if she was in a vast ocean, endless: "The left wing can't hold on anymore!"

Brando only nodded at her.

"Nemesis." He immediately turned around and shouted loudly.

"exist!"

"The command is transferred to you."

Nimesis turned her head, under the flying black hair, Brando saw the strange look in her eyes. But the female knight didn't ask much, just nodded.

"Mr. Brando, you...?" Her Royal Highness was slightly startled: "What are you going to do?"

Brando was turning the horse's head, and the surprised voice of the princess caused all the junior officers and even the knights to turn their heads. Surprised to see their commander leave the line and gallop away to the left flank alone.

What is he going to do?

Under the suppression of the coalition forces, the left-wing phalanx of the noble private soldiers was clumsily retreating, and gradually became loose, gradually being squeezed into a small triangle. And as long as Feng? Daugher's ground dragoons circled to the flanks, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before they collapsed.

It has been irreparable.

Commander, are you crazy?

Feng? Viscount Daughnin thought the same way. Although he didn't see Brando, the opposing commander hadn't given up the left wing until now, closing the central formation. The reaction was too slow, he couldn't help sneering, maybe he was too arrogant.

No matter how brilliant the command is, it needs a qualified army to carry it out. The cadets of the royal family don't understand what a real war is like.

He has already seen the flanks of the noble private soldiers, and even saw the panicked faces of those panicked bumpkin infantrymen, those terrified faces are very similar to those of Quatonin's beast faces back then. The look on the face is exactly the same, it's just the reaction of life before facing despair.

The Rangers leveled their spears and began to charge.

The ground trembled slightly, and every time the huge claws of the Earth Walker touched the ground, the pebbles on the river beach rolled and danced as if infused with magic power—the dry dust rose and formed smoke. But the shining lances sliced ​​through the smoke——Fon? Viscount Daughning lowered his body, and with a beast-like roar, he stabbed heavily at the opponent's formation with the spear in his hand.

The huge impact directly pierced through the oval-shaped giant shield, but the rangers continued to increase, and the ground dragon smashed away the giant shield with its weight advantage. The phalanx of noble private soldiers collapsed in an instant, and they began to retreat one after another.

until this moment. Feng? Only then did Viscount Daughning realize that he already had victory in his hands. Then the rout of Odin's left flank would sweep across the Princess's main position, and Bree's light infantry would split the field with his rangers, just as they had done to the foolish lionmen in the east.

But this is the time.

He heard a distant howl.

That howl seemed to come from the vast jungle, from the boundless and endless wilderness. At that moment, the young Viscount seemed to have hallucinations, seeing the earth was dark, under the silver moon. The giant wolf is running.

A trombone sounded, and then the mountains and forests shook. The whining wolf howl seemed to penetrate the wild forest in an instant, through time and distance, far and near. One after another on the entire battlefield.

"Wolf?"

A black shadow covered Feng? The sun above Viscount Daughnin, he raised his head and saw the huge monster leaping high, its black fur shining brightly in the sun. There was a cold killing intent in the blood red eyeballs. It was clearly after noon, and the scorching sun was hotter than the fire, but the young Viscount couldn't feel any warmth, only felt cold all over.

He raised the spear subconsciously, and the spear pierced into the fur of the huge black wolf, revealing the thick bone plate underneath—no, it was simply a rock. The tip of the spear drew a streak of fire on the rock, this is not an illusion, but a real existence.

Feng? Viscount Daughning clearly noticed that the black wolf turned around in mid-air to avoid his attack, and passed him. It landed not far from the ground dragon.

"What a powerful force..." Feng? Viscount Daughnin felt that his hands were trembling slightly due to excessive force. But when he raised his head, he saw hundreds of pairs of scarlet eyes emerging from the shadows at the foot of the Angerk Mountain, and the pack of wolves was galloping through the woodland, apparently charging towards their direction.

"It's a wolf!"

"Lots of wolves!" behind him. Bree's infantry were also the first to discover their new enemy. In fact, everyone on the entire battlefield saw black wolves pouring in from one side of the battlefield, black light gates opened out of thin air at the edge of the forest, and those huge beasts were jumping out one by one. .

"What a mess of things are coming" Feng? Viscount Daughning finally came to his senses and couldn't help cursing inwardly. But he didn't have time to think about it, because the cavalry was charging. He glanced back at the black wolf who was fighting him. The black wolf had been thrown far behind by the ground dragon, and it seemed that it had no intention of chasing them, but turned around and rushed towards the infantry behind.

On the entire battlefield, countless black wolves were doing the same thing. It seems to be a well-organized and well-disciplined army. No, in fact, the real army cannot achieve such effective command.

Feng? Viscount Daughnin's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized that these wolves might not be as simple as monsters in the mountains—druids? No, druids don't know how to control monsters.

Bree's infantry suddenly let out an exclamation.

Lord Viscount immediately raised his head, at that moment he couldn't believe what he saw. The black wolves are separating from the left and right sides, as if to give way to a road, and in the middle of the road, one person and one rider are passing through the pack of wolves.

That's Brando.

Brando was also looking up at him.

A dark crystal is slowly emerging on the forehead, shining with a strange light.

Brando put the main position here, and what he believed was not Odin's private soldiers, but himself. It is not impossible for one person to fight against ten thousand troops.

And now, he is telling the Lord Viscount this truth with the facts.

I am the left wing.

The sky brightened slightly, and countless wind spiders shining with blue light were rising from one of the forests, forming a huge light array behind Brando in a blink of an eye. All the Burer infantry couldn't help but opened their mouths slightly to watch this scene. A day ago, their flying dragon cavalry had personally experienced the power of these little things, but now——it was their turn.

Brando stood on the horse's back, pointing forward with only his sword.

A golden rain of red light poured down along the direction of his sword, and the dragon rangers charging in the front were pierced by the beam of light one by one, and hundreds of knights were turned into fly ash almost in the blink of an eye. But to his slight disappointment, Feng? Viscount Dougnin was really cautious, and even turned around and ran away with a few personal guards the moment the wind spider was floating in the air, allowing him to escape this round of blows.

After all, the wind spider's attack still has a certain lag. When Brando went to look for the opponent again, the opponent had already mixed into Bree's light infantry brigade, and he even left his mount. This made him bear He couldn't help secretly calling this guy too greedy for life and afraid of death, and he didn't know how Freya killed him.

However, this was not beyond his expectation. After all, the guy who didn't dare to duel with him in Amperesel at that time probably didn't have much courage to speak of. You know, there are many nobles who have to fight their opponents even if they are desperate to protect their reputation.

Brando shook his head, but did not continue to order the wind spider to attack the Bree infantry. He knew that the battle was far from over, and it was only a little bit that the elements could stay. And these enemies in front of them are no longer a threat.

In front of him, the combined 'army' of black wolves and rock leopards was colliding fiercely with the light infantry of the Bule people. However, hundreds of black wolves and rock leopards of the silver rank and black iron peaks are no more than thousands of troops that can resist this direction.

Brando is waiting for an opportunity.

The commanders of Bree's column are also waiting for Finn's column and Constantine's column to complete the encirclement.

Brando couldn't help raising his head.

His vision reflected the summits of Mount Marchenko and Mount Veleko surrounded by dense explosions.

Viscount Finn was staring at Earl Vitokine's attendant in front of him dumbfounded by the deafening explosion. He yelled loudly trying to suppress the terrifying explosion: "What did you say?"

"You said the Earl asked me to launch an attack? Put all the troops in?"

The squire knight nodded.

"Yes, my lord, Viscount von Daughnin has truthfully reported to your lord the fact that everyone risked their lives to put the striker into battle in the first place, and your lord also praised the tenacious style of the Finn column. , but the two adults hope that you can further invest more troops to support the front line, and victory is already in sight."

Both of them were shouting hoarsely, as if they could only hear what the other said, and the whole mountain trembled, as if they were going to be blown up to the sky in the next moment.

But Viscount Finn couldn't help showing an extremely weird look on his face. When did he put the striker into battle? Hadn't his striker been wiped out on the first strike? The opponent's 'spell' is really terrifying, he has never seen such a continuous 'spell'.

"Master Viscount?"

"this……"

Viscount Finn didn't know what to say for a while, how should he speak? ()