The rebel army, numbering more than a thousand people, is slowly advancing. They formed a staggered and twisted formation and were attacking the southern and western defense lines of the ferry with all their strength. As they retreated or rotated across puddles and gentle slopes, the formations broke apart inexorably.
Master Reed watched the battle ahead. The fighting was going on there, but it was not going well.
Suddenly, a cloud of smoke appeared to his west, and an army came towards him.
"Is this idiot Fang Holland back with his troops?" Reed said to himself, "Why are they back? Aren't they asked to intercept the officers and soldiers fleeing west? Just come back. There is almost no one defending here. The follow-up troops haven’t arrived yet. Come and ask!”
The gray army was getting closer and closer, and the rebels gathered on the Plaqin low hill gradually saw them clearly, and for a moment they realized something was wrong.
"The officers and soldiers! The officers and soldiers are here!"
Reed was shocked. There were not many troops around him. After the front attack failed, Lance also dispatched many troops to the front line for reinforcements. There are less than two hundred soldiers gathered around him now, and some follow-up troops are coming from the south one after another, but they haven't arrived yet.
"Attack! Prepare to fight!" Reed shouted, "Go tell Lance and ask him to send people to support me! Immediately, immediately!"
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Rana is leading the counterattack.
The rebels had no warriors to match him, their lines were torn apart, and they were once again driven back from the newly captured positions.
Thousands of rebels were crowded in the depression under the gentle slope, colliding and crowding in a mess. Some of them tried to spread out to the outside, but were immediately attacked by Milhaud.
Suddenly, a powerful aura appeared.
Lance was losing patience with the slow progress. He appears on the battlefield holding a strong bow.
Lifting the bow, setting the arrow, and pulling the string all at once, the heavy arrow shot straight away like a shooting star. The Eternal Patriarch held by Rana moved again, completing automatic defense before the sword holder noticed the danger.
The heavy arrow flew out, pierced the gauntlet, left arm and mail armor of a nearby punishment battalion soldier, went straight into the left chest and exited the chest.
The legionnaire opened his mouth to say something, but he could only spit out blood and fell limply to the ground. He instinctively made a move to cover the wound, and he fell backwards. Blood sprayed into the air like a fountain, and then turned into blood drops and fell down, soaking Lana's helmet.
Lance snorted softly and turned around to look for other Shutoral. The majestic Lassalle and the far-sighted Milhaud scurried away, while Warren Haydon huddled himself under a thick shield.
One is more cunning than the other.
Lance could only bend his bow and shoot two city defense sergeants one after another. The defensive team was shaken for a moment.
"Kill!" Lance put away his bow and arrows, holding a wolf's fang flail in his right hand, a sheep bone shield in his left hand and a hammer, and took the lead to kill towards the ferry. The rebels immediately followed, making a noise.
A group of city defense troops were attacking Lance. They had received some training and immediately formed a defensive formation. Three people squatted down, two people behind them, each holding a long spear and waiting in line, like a crouched porcupine that couldn't eat.
Lance ran forward with a grin on his face. When he got close, he flipped his left hand to put away the hammer, took out a throwing knife and threw it at the city defense army in the middle. The soldier was caught off guard and was stabbed through the throat and fell to the ground. The other four people were panicking and were at a loss. Lance was already approaching, and the flail and hammer swept over like a strong wind. The militiaman who was hit in the head had his brains exploded, and the one who was hit in the chest had a big hole in his chest. , you can reach in and take out the heart.
The five militiamen were beaten into pieces in an instant, and all the nearby soldiers abandoned their helmets and fled in all directions.
When faced with defenses, use heavy arrows and flying knives to break the formation. After approaching, use heavy weapons such as flails and hammers to sweep across. Even wearing heavy armor cannot withstand such a powerful attack. Lance himself is also wearing heavy armor, his whole body has amazing defense, and he is good at both long-range and close combat.
He is a seasoned commander and an unstoppable warrior.
"Stop him!"
Rana raised his sword and charged forward, but was repulsed in just one turn. Lasalle swung his swords to stop Lance, but one of his sabers was broken in one turn.
Murat, who had been on guard for a long time, raised his halberd to meet him, and rescued Lassalle, whose head was smashed, from the flail. Nona has already rushed over here holding a sword and shield.
The retreating Lana joined the battle group with Xia Long's two swords. Lasalle lost his useless sword and took a halberd to fight.
The four people surrounded Lance and fought, and they were inseparable for a while.
The two sides fought for more than ten rounds. Lance used his sheep bone shield to send Lasalle flying away, and he received a severe blow from Murat. The two sides retreated slightly, each adjusting their breath to prepare to fight again immediately.
"You fought well," Lance wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "but that's it, your end is right in front of you."
"What a beautiful idea!" Nona shouted, "You wouldn't say this even if you look at your back, you idiot!"
"Look behind my back? Such an old trick, did you learn it from fighting with children?" Lance laughed angrily, "You are a good girl, I will keep you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bugle sound suddenly sounded from the Plaqin Heights behind him!
This was the bugle call of the city defense army, but it appeared on the side and rear of the rebels, coming from the Plachen low hill overlooking the battlefield.
Lance thought he was hallucinating and turned his head in horror.
…
:00, Griffith threw the general's flag to Paxiu who was following him, and took the halberd from him.
"Follow me to attack!"
He led the charge, followed by Paxiu, holding his flag high and shouting. Four squadrons rushed towards the horrified Wizard Reed and the panicked rebels.
Griffith withstood two incompetent attack spells and cut off Reed's legs with a halberd. His troops defeated the few rebels on the low hills in a blink of an eye, and waved the flag of fleur-de-lis to the incredible thousands of rebels in the depression below.
The panicked rebels dispersed in a hurry, giving up the most critical position.
Four squadrons gathered at Plachen Hill and were about to attack the rebels from the side and rear.
Griffith came to the front of the army and took over the fleur-de-lis flag again under the watchful eyes of the rebels and government troops.
The noisy battlefield froze, and everyone was watching the army on the gentle slope, waiting for them to launch a thunderous strike. The main force of the rebels was extremely panicked. They were stuck in a muddy depression, looking back uneasily at the army that suddenly appeared behind them.
The rebels were caught between the two armies at the ferry and on the low hill, unable to advance or retreat. Panic spread at an alarming speed. Some people even had a premonition of something bad happening and began to escape from the queue and run towards the west.
Lance was running frantically towards his center, preparing to mobilize his troops to meet the enemy.
If it were a regular legion, there would be no need. However, this time, it is still necessary. Griffith stood up with the flag raised, looked at the neatly lined up squadron, and said in an enthusiastic and passionate voice:
"Soldiers, did you see that?
"The enemy is panicking at your feet! They are fearful, panicked, looking up to you, waiting for you to pronounce their death sentence.
"Soldiers, look at me! You know me!
"I am Griffith of the Larmore family, the knight who killed Mosmok and broke the army. You follow me to fight, and no one can stop me wherever I go!"
The soldiers in formation nodded one after another. Everyone knew Griffith. They had either followed him to fight for rewards in the past few days, or marched under his banner. Obedience had been ingrained in their hearts.
"Soldiers, follow my banner and rain destruction on the heads of the rebels! Just as I and you have done over the past few days. Crush them, destroy them, trample them into the mud!
"Soldiers, follow my banner! Victory and wealth, glory and triumph await us, and we must remember it in the history of Verona!
"Soldiers, follow my banner! The new and old gods of heaven, watch us! Rejoice for our roar, for our flag, for our victory!"
Even the most obtuse person could see the rebels' morale shaking at their feet. Griffith's team is condescending and will be unstoppable. The city defense soldiers' eyes were all red, their teeth were clenched, and they were panting and roaring like wild beasts.
Griffith unsheathed his sword and asked loudly: "Soldiers, can we fight?"
"Fight—!" Paxiu clenched his fists and raised his head, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Griffith swept the whole army with his sword: "Soldiers, can you fight!"
"Fight——!" Gérard, Raye and Mira raised their swords and shouted wildly, fierce fighting intent rolling like a tide.
Griffith raised the iris flag high above his head, and thunder rolled in the hazy sky, as if the gods were praising the hero on the top of the seven mountains.
He shouted to the Plachin Brigade and the Boulogne Brigade at the ferry:
"Soldiers, can you fight?"
"war--!"
The whole army was filled with fighting spirit and shouted in unison on Plachen Hill. They raised their spears and axes high and roared in unison with shocking force. The troops far away at the ferry echoed in unison:
"war--!"
Griffith waved the military flag and pressed on the rebels who were panicking all day long.
"The whole army attacks!"
Griffiths raised the flag and led the charge. His troops rushed down the slope towards the rebels, making deafening shouts.
The main force of the rebels was like snow meeting boiling water, instantly disintegrating under Griffith's charge. They were attacked from both sides, shouting defeat, and countless people fled in all directions.
"Counterattack!" Lance's eyes were wide open as he shouted a futile battle cry. However, he lacked officers and was unable to assemble a strong and reliable counterattack for a while. He could only drive some soldiers to turn around, which in turn accelerated his own chaos and collapse.
Lannes, Lassalle, Milhaud, Murat, Nona and Culala led the city defense troops to counterattack from the ferry. They joined the battle group and shouted fiercely.
The rebels, huddled in the mud, collapsed. The remnants of the army were caught between the two armies, one fled to the west, and the rest screamed and routed towards the rolling Beit River.
…
"Counterattack! Counterattack!" Lance had completely lost control of the army. He jumped on a war horse, waved the military flag and shouted with all his strength, trying to save the army from disintegration.
He and his veterans still fought desperately in the chaos, gathering the rebels and reorganizing them under the general's banner.
"I found you!" Griffith stopped from the fight, his eyes were shining, and he shouted coldly, "Blow the bugle."
Three loud bugles echoed on the battlefield, and some of the Shutoral who rushed down from the ferry immediately stopped and concentrated towards the west. Lana and Lasalle did not move. They continued to attack to divert Lance's attention.
Griffith's army destroyed the rebels on the outside and surrounded four crippled legion squadrons and part of the rebels.
While Lance was trying to restore his organization, he glanced at the military flag held high by Paxiu, ready to make a move.
At this time, Griffith and the Shutorals had gathered together, staring at Lance who was directing the battle in the depression.
Griffith threw away his halberd, took the throwing spear from Nona, and shouted to his comrades:
"Shutoral,
"Snipe the enemy general!"
The four Shutorals, Nona, Raye, Kurala and Mira, put on their shields and moved forward slowly. Their steps were steady and slow, adjusting their positions according to the movement of the battle line from time to time, as if they were standing still.
Griffith, Murat, Gérard, and Milhaud were hiding behind them, each holding a gleaming armor-piercing spear in their hands.
The target is directly at Lance in the encirclement.
Lance was unaware of it. He had just easily repelled a challenge from Lana and Lasalle. He was riding on a horse, holding the general's flag high, and commanding the troops to form a phalanx. He was waiting, waiting for Fangfang Horan's army to appear to the west, or for a follow-up force to reoccupy Plachen's Low Hill. As long as any supporting troops arrive, he has hope of reversing the situation.
The rebels have not yet completely failed. As long as Lance and his flag are there, the morale and courage of the rebels will gradually revive.
Suddenly, a sharp and killing chill appeared in the air. The four armored soldiers holding shields suddenly squatted down. At this moment, four spears shot out quickly, almost grazing Nona's helmets and whizzing past.
A series of silver flashes like a shower of stars. Lance was shocked and blocked with his sword.
"Puff, puff, puff - puff!" After a series of weird whistlings, the blade trembled violently, followed by the sound of tearing metal and flesh.
Lance's sword was broken by a thrown spear, and the broken spear cut open his arm. His chest and lower left abdomen were penetrated by three projectiles, and they were even nailed into the horse's back.
Lance felt his strength and blood spurting out of his body. He subconsciously reached out to touch his wound, and collapsed with a loud bang.
The sharp roar that tore through the air interrupted the shouts on the battlefield. Whether it was the army or the rebels in the fierce battle, almost everyone saw Lance being shot into a sieve by a gun.
He just froze on the horse, and the spear had pierced his chest, waist and abdomen, nailed into the horse's back, and twisted and deformed among the flesh and blood.
After a while, he suddenly fell to the ground with his general flag and his mount.
…
The faces of the rebel veterans were ashen, as if they were the ones being shot through.
The battlefield fell silent.
Griffith glanced at the surrounded veterans, gritted his teeth, and shouted to the trumpeter beside him: "Blow the bugle four times."
The four bugles are a special arrangement, specially made for this temporarily mixed team.
This was the order to bombard.
Four consecutive bugles were sounded to start the bombardment, and four bugles were sounded again to stop the bombardment.
Sennamon, who had no sense of participation in the entire battle, heard four bugles. According to the assigned tasks, he wanted to save ammunition and save the giant crossbow for the moment when it was needed most.
It's now.
Senamon glanced uneasily at the legionnaires who had gathered in a group and stood motionless like targets. His engineers and ballistae were about to finish the battle.
"Load the crossbow,
"Three volleys!"
He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and gave the order to attack. The four bed crossbows that had already been adjusted in position lowered the firing angle, aiming at the veterans exposed in the firing range and firing.
"Bang!"
In a roar even more terrifying than before, a crossbow shot through three veterans. Then came the second shot, the third shot...
The thick crossbows were fired at an alarming speed, and the soldiers who were hit were even torn into two pieces at the waist. The remaining force of the crossbow gun then shot through the second person, but it penetrated into the ground unshakably.
Squeezed into the depression near the ferry by the city defense troops, the legionnaires who lost their command screamed and roared with dying rage. They left their positions, some rushed toward the ballistae along the muddy shore, and others scattered and rushed toward the city defense positions.
The last rebel resistance collapsed less than two minutes after Lance was sniped.
Some legionnaires attacked Sennamon's position in confusion. However, they had no organization or coordination, and were eliminated by Rana and Lasalle in the blink of an eye.
Most of the rest were besieged by the main force commanded by Griffith and were forced back bit by bit into the Beit River.
"Make them surrender."
Griffith said with a cold face.
There was no point in continuing the battle, and even the shelling ended after only two rounds. The remaining hundreds of legion soldiers stood in knee-deep water, holding up shields and swords and resisting.
"Surrender! Surrender quickly!" the city defenders shouted.
"Come lick my toes!" the legionnaires scolded him with incomprehensible words, refusing to surrender.
"Mira," Griffith patted Miss Shutoral who was in a daze, "bring the archers over and use bows, arrows and slings to deal with them."
"I don't," Mira bit her lip and whispered, "Don't let me do such a thing, you or Lana do it!"
"I'm coming." Nona took the strong bow from her companion, "Get out of my way. The longer we delay, the more people will die."
The Shutorals retreated one after another. Nona, who was wearing armor and holding a bow, pushed aside the wall of the city defense army and came to the city defense army crowded in the river. She threw away her helmet and shook her black hair that had been dyed red: "Surrender, soldiers."
"If we don't surrender, we'll kneel down and lick you bitches every night!" shouted a legionnaire.
"Bang!" As soon as the words fell, Nona's strong bow shot through the shield and penetrated the neck of the legionnaire who shouted.
"Surrender, soldiers." Her cold voice shouted again, and then without waiting for a reply, she bent her bow and shot another person.
"Surrender, soldiers."
Nona gave the order over and over again, shooting someone randomly after each order. The cold words and the terrifying sound made everyone's liver and gallbladder split.
Some legionnaires rushed forward and were immediately eliminated by Griffith's men.
After Nona gave the seventh order, there was a splashing sound in the river. The legionnaires finally laid down their weapons.
