"Lian, quickly count the losses and find all the wounded!
“Nonna, organize an attack and take advantage of the situation to tear apart their defense.
"Prisoners, get me some prisoners!"
Griffith wiped off the blood and mud on his face and commanded the entire army to expand the results.
There is an impassable stream and cliff to the west and north of Pierrefond, and the defense lines of the clan alliance army block the plains to the east and south. According to a small amount of intelligence and pre-battle reconnaissance, their strength exceeds three thousand.
The raid launched in the early morning penetrated the defense line, and all the orc troops attacked by Storm Squadron collapsed. After Berthier's infantry came up, the last stubborn enemy was quickly annihilated.
But the calculation of the number of enemies annihilated is wrong. Along the way, at most only half of the orc army was defeated and destroyed.
It's not over yet. Griffith thought he wanted to rescue the Saint, and then investigated what conspiracy was behind this, and what attracted the orcs to separate such an army to carry out a surprise attack before the war.
It is not uncommon for the remaining orc armies to collapse under the sudden attack. The double-layered wall of defense collapsed so quickly. A rational commander should be able to realize that there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, and the combat mission of encircling and suppressing the Saint is no longer possible.
However, this is not necessarily the case. There is always one out of ten generals who will fight back in desperate situations and stick to his duties until the last moment.
"Captain! Captain!" Kallen suddenly ran over. She came with two soldiers and a girl with messy hair on her back. "In town..."
"Quiet." Griffith shouted, and then asked them to come over and ask.
As soon as the soldiers put down the girl they were carrying, Griffith discovered that it was Lanzada. She was pale and had several injuries on her body. Seeing the would-be knight approaching, she struggled to stand up and speak, but she couldn't.
Griffith had a bad thought and asked in a low voice:
"The soldiers in the town broke out during our attack?"
"Yes, it is."
Lanzada nodded anxiously, struggling to form complete sentences.
"Then they were counterattacked by the orcs and defeated?" Griffith's heart tightened, "The town's defense line was breached."
"Saint, Captain," Lanzada breathed, grabbing the would-be knight's hand, "orcs have rushed into the town."
This is often the case in besieged towns. The defenders were able to persist at first, able to withstand overwhelming attacks, and able to endure hunger and thirst. However, once reinforcements appear, the tortured soldiers will launch a breakout like crazy, even if they join the reinforcements one second earlier.
At this time, experienced siege commanders will capture the fighter plane. As long as the breakouts are allowed to come out halfway, and then focus on attacking the flanks, the army that was as solid as steel before the breakout will collapse, those who escape will go straight to the reinforcements, and the rest will become a mess.
Griffith nodded, stood up and said: "Nonna, inform Berthier to lead the infantry to attack the town in formation. Don't rush the attack, just suppress them. Dedeus' squadron holds the defense line, and the Storm Squadron will be closed after the storm squadron gathers. The ground is on standby.”
"Shouldn't we attack with all our strength?" Ace and Joshua, the believers of the Holy Light, both panicked. "The Saint is in danger."
"Execute the order," Griffith shouted.
He turned around and took Hanguang Jianyi in his hand: "I'll come as soon as I go."
…
This place is just like in the dream.
Burning towns, corpses lying on the roadside include humans and orcs. The brutal battle had just ended, and the blood flowing had not even solidified yet.
Pierre Feng, why did the general of the garrison retreat talking to himself? Why can the clan alliance fight to this extent?
This town is not a big strategic location; the army here is just a militia. Is the saint of Anjou so important to the enemy that she must be eliminated?
Griffith was gripped by an ominous premonition. He wanted to leave, but his body was driven forward by unspeakable excitement. A trembling thought was urging him - go quickly, get there quickly!
He walked through the ruins, with only a few orc soldiers left. They left behind the frightened women and children, did not massacre or build a defense line, and rushed straight to the north of the town, turning a blind eye to the human reinforcements coming from the south.
The thought of extreme danger captured Griffith's mind. His whole body was trembling, and chaotic and unreasonable thoughts spewed out.
The injured orc jumped up from the corpse, holding a sharp knife and stabbing it. The blade hit the breastplate and broke, and Griffith cut him down with a wave of his sword. The second orc jumped from the balcony above his head, swung his hammer and smashed it. Griffith raised his hand and directly broke the enemy's intestines.
He leaned down like a wild beast, gathered momentum with his legs, and rushed out like thunder. The orcs blocking him were torn apart by the sword light.
A mountain monster appeared in front of him, holding up a big stick made of a tree trunk and swinging it. The would-be knight made a slight leap, jumped onto the tree trunk, turned into a strong wind and rushed towards the face of the mountain monster, and split the head open with a sword.
As soon as he landed, he spun around, grabbed the mountain monster's fallen body and pulled it. Densely packed spears pierced the tough, thick skin. Before the gunners could launch their second attack, Griffith had already thrown a buckler at them and flew into the crowd.
As if driven by fate, he rushed into the ranks of the orcs, cut off their torsos, and caused a bloody storm. Countless soldiers died in his hands. When the holy sword was stuck in the flesh and could not be pulled out, he would fight with a hammer and dagger, or directly break the enemy's neck. His strength seemed to be endless and inexplicably abundant, as if he wanted to squeeze out every ounce of potential in his life and use up his life to complete some unimaginable task.
To the north of the town, near the cliffs and streams, a girl is fighting an orc warrior.
She was wearing a silver winged helmet, her appearance was unclear, her silver breastplate was blurred by blood, and the shining silver sword in her hand was as bright as the stars on a summer night.
The orc fighting the girl is wearing the attire of a general. He is strong, middle-aged, but very majestic. He did not defend himself at all and launched a desperate attack with the courage to face the abyss. There was an old wound on the left side of his face from top to bottom, and a new one was opened from left to right. The wound made his face look even more ferocious.
Isn't this the scene in my dream? Why? Griffith was stunned. The most impossible explanation emerged in his mind, vaguely connecting many memories from the past.
The orc general and the girl were surrounded by dense corpses. The orcs and militiamen fought until the last moment, and even the corpses were still biting each other.
"The ancestral spirits are above us! The destiny has come!"
The orc general roared loudly. He took the wine bag from his waist and drank deeply. His whole body was immediately as red as a soldering iron, and his momentum and figure surged. As a commander, he has entered a state of madness in which he does not distinguish between friend and foe, and begins to sacrifice his sanity and lifespan for the sake of fighting.
As soon as this violent power emerged, the anxious battle situation began to collapse. The girl who was fighting the orc was knocked away from her sword, then kicked out and rolled straight towards the cliff.
The orc strode to catch up and stepped on the tumbling figure.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a spear pierced his chest. The furious orc suddenly paused. He lowered his head and looked at the gun head that came out of his chest.
"No--!"
The orc let out a desperate and angry roar and rushed towards the girl with all his strength. A second shot followed, piercing his thigh and pinning him to the ground.
Griffith came from behind, grabbed the throwing spear he picked up from the ground, raised his hand to weigh it, and the third armor-piercing throwing spear roared out. This shot penetrated the orc's waist and abdomen, annihilating his unwilling roar.
He rushed to the girl's side. He found the girl struggling to get up. Light blond hair spreads over her shoulders, the delicate breastplate outlines her slender waist, and the torn skirt between her armor and greaves reveals her long white legs.
Before he could ask, a desperate aura suddenly enveloped the sky.
The orc general, who was hit by three heavy armor-piercing spears, growled unwillingly. His whole body was shaking, and he raised his fists toward the sky. His already huge and amazing body became stronger and expanded.
"Enemies over there in the starry sky, look out."
"Orcs, never be slaves!"
Standing on the edge of the cliff, Griffith hurriedly grabbed the girl, turned around and hid under the cliff. The earth-shattering explosion shattered the houses and rocks on the cliff into flying ash. The overwhelming shock wave swept over and blew the two fallen people away.
…
The cold stream shocked Griffith. He struggled to get up and found himself on the bank of the stream. He looked up and looked around and found that the cliffs of Pierrefonds, the smoke and the town were already far away.
The blood stains melted in the water, and in the rustling autumn wind, the wordless call could be heard clearly.
He seemed to be in a dream. That familiar aura that shouldn't appear was right in front of me. She was getting up from the stream. When she took off her broken silver helmet, her long golden hair draped over her shoulders, eclipsing the morning sun.
No, it's not...how could it be like this...
Griffith reached out to hold Hanguang, but the holy sword had long disappeared; when he went to catch Guan Guang, the flintlock had also been lost. He threw away the suffocating helmet, struggled to his feet, and staggered forward.
Sensing the footsteps and the sound of water, the girl turned towards him. Those blue eyes were exactly the same as in the memory. The flame of life once extinguished before his eyes, but at this moment it was so vigorous and exciting.
When she saw the knight coming to her side, surprise and panic flashed over her. The crystal tears were like connected gems, hanging on her delicate cheeks. Her eyes full of memories and tenderness filled the world.
He felt that his heart was being squeezed tightly, and thousands of words had been blocked in his heart.
It turns out, that’s what happened.
The tragedy of Neopolis, the chaos of Verona, and the death of Raven, are all of this going to bring you back to this world? It was you who was resurrected at the expense of tens of thousands of people...
My blood and battle, and the orcs' fighting, are actually to prevent your return. The sequel to this ridiculous drama, which is like a joke, may be an even more tragic future.
It turns out that my journey, which seemed to be a coincidence and an adventure, was already planned from the beginning.
Abominable God, how dare you fool us like this.
I must stop it. I can stop it before the evil conspiracy becomes reality. Griffith walked forward in the stream and blood, his mind has been crushed by a reality that could not be imagined in the most absurd dreams. The last sense of responsibility was telling him, ordering him - to reach out, grab that slender throat, hold it tightly, and end the tragedy here.
Griffith came to the girl's side, pushed her down into the shallow water, got on top of her and grabbed her throat tightly with all his strength.
She looked up quietly, her pure and flawless eyes calmly accepting her fate. She knew she shouldn't have done this, but her eyes were filled with tears. She gently stroked the boy's cheek with her slender hands, wiping away the broken tears:
"Griffith, I, I miss you so much."
Griffith trembled, and the hands holding his throat lost all strength.
Ah, this, how can this be done...
