The sky began to turn gloomy, and Griffith and his squadron had been resting behind the battle line, waiting for the artillery and engineers to knock a hole in the Orc defense line.
After losing more than one-third of their troops, the Uron Governor Army on the opposite side completely shrank behind the defense line and became motionless.
Bernard and the light artillery of other squadrons went up and fired a few rounds, and found that the small artillery shells hit between the horses, the earthen ramparts and the trenches, and there was no movement. The army then began to move trebuchets and bombard the position with huge incendiary bombs. Fenrir and the people from the test squadron also dragged the Orochi Cannon forward, hoping to hit a few hits when hitting fixed targets.
The earth-shaking artillery bombardment continued until 4:30 in the afternoon, and the troops of the Beyeland Group advanced to the front of the enemy's position and deployed.
Griffith looked anxiously at the bodies strewn on the ground. After the enthusiasm for the charge cooled down, he became as worried about gain and loss as ever.
The previous cavalry attack was very successful. The wolf cavalry of the clan alliance was repulsed by the strict cavalry group. The sides and rear of the infantry were exposed, and they were charged by the elite cavalry from behind, leaving corpses all over the ground. Our victory and the enemy's defeat were both. Makes sense.
The auxiliary soldiers are collecting the war dead and cremating them according to regulations. If the Weave of Life could suddenly resurrect them and send a few death knights to lead them, then that would be great...
There are well-trained troops deployed on the battlefield, including powerful extraordinarys and cavalry, which are not comparable to militiamen and city defense troops. In front of the regular army, resurrecting corpses may be able to catch them off guard, but as an outsider's method, it is too shallow.
Behind Krista is the layout of the Outer Gods. The indescribable shadow has opened its net. The more time passes, the closer the destined danger is. Griffith knew that disaster was coming and that Krista was a tool of conspiracy, but he didn't know what he was going to face. The high-hanging threat is as disturbing as the lingering boots on the stairs.
Griffith looked up to the southeast.
Could it be the shadow that appeared in the southeast? Gill and Desai have not yet returned from their reconnaissance, and the army has not reported detailed intelligence.
After waiting for a while, Griffith received the order to prepare for a general attack. The orcs' defense line has been loosened, and it's time for a breakthrough.
Victory is in sight, and Griffith's heartbeat is getting faster and faster. If the enemy has a back-up move, the winner will be decided if he doesn't activate it.
He mounted his horse and patrolled the area, and saw the Ninth Corps under General Modres in the center of the battle line. After the artillery prepared their firepower, they formed a dense formation and advanced towards several gaps. They shouted slogans and rolled up like awakened giants. The movement was very loud and the momentum was amazing, but Griffith found that they were lingering and delayed in launching an attack.
Compared with the previous unshakable tenacity and perseverance, this offensive was like running in place while showing an all-out effort.
This, this is not an attack, this is dancing in circles. Sure enough, something is wrong...
"Gather the squadron!" Griffith immediately summoned the squadron to move towards the headquarters. On the way, I met Sonia and Dedeus who were riding over. Seeing him coming, the countess hurriedly asked him what happened. Leaving the position without permission was a serious violation of discipline. The headquarters is constantly dispatching cavalry from the Guards and issuing general attack orders to the entire army.
Dedeus was also there. His squadron was taken to Pierrefonds by Berthier, and he followed the army headquarters and Sonia with nothing to do. Kurala followed him, not looking at her lord, but looking around warily. She looked at the southeast for a while, then at the Ninth Legion moving in place, and finally at the Quasi-Knight:
"Griffith, what do you think is there? Could it be Duke Meyer's reinforcements?"
No, I haven't heard of this arrangement. Meyer's defense zone is very important, and the Teutonic cluster does not need additional troops. Griffith said nothing. An officer came over here and found a cavalry squadron not far from the headquarters. He asked loudly from a distance:
"Storm Squadron? Why are you here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wavy forest rose up in the direction leading to the Dukedom of Tiernemeyer, sparkling in the sun.
That's a gun array!
Immediately afterwards, bursts of wild roars like mountain roars and tsunami came from the battlefield to the east, accompanied by rumbling thunder.
There was a swaying outline of a hill.
"What it is?!"
Everyone saw the forest of guns and the hills, and there was a roar. Suddenly, a huge boulder the size of a carriage whizzed over, hitting the rear of the military formation and rolling over, raising a cloud of gravel and dust into the sky.
"How did this rock fly here?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the second huge boulder hit the side and rear of the army, hitting a square formation, and half of the squadron disappeared in an instant.
Accompanying the falling rock was a roar from thousands of voices that was all too familiar to Byeran's army.
"Ula!"
Several phalanxes of orcs and orcs suddenly appeared at the right rear of the Teutonic cluster and launched a fierce attack. Arrows like locusts flew straight at the back of the army. Amidst the intensive shooting, there were also the roar of wolf cavalry and the tremor of falling boulders.
The army was in commotion. Immediately afterwards, a loud sound like a river thawing came from the southeast, and earth-shattering sounds of destruction, splitting, collapse, drifting, galloping, and collapse came from that direction.
The religious order's armed forces guarding the right wing collapsed in an instant. They let out earth-shattering screams and cries as if they were hit by ghosts. Twenty thousand people were frightened and ran away like sheep.
Griffith listened to the chaotic screams. This defeat came too fast, and it was not like the scream when the team was defeated, but more like the scream when facing some kind of indescribable monster, and the mind and courage were shattered together.
"Sonia, Dedeus, go quickly!" Griffith, who had been nervous, jumped up, "Squadrons gather, go south, Lean, go and call the people from 603 Squadron, bring only light artillery. Follow us."
"But the order is to go north...ah!" As soon as Sonia asked, she was led by her knight and ran away. Kulara also took hold of Dedeus's reins.
The high ground where the headquarters was located was in chaos. A group of cavalry ran down from above and headed straight to the southwest. The anxious messengers ran wildly in all directions.
A moment later, the three attacking legions suddenly turned back from all directions. There were cries of "We've fallen into a trap" followed by cries of "Hurry up and run for your life". The tenacious army was suddenly like a river thawing. Everything was broken, split, collapsed, drifted, galloped, collapsed, collided with each other, crowded each other, and was in a panic.
The Ninth Legion, which had been dawdling just now, turned around at lightning speed and rushed towards the south. The speed was so fast that one suspected that Modres was waiting for this moment. The Twelfth Army Corps on their left ran faster, abandoned their baggage and formed a column, half running southward like a gust of wind.
Griffith led his cavalry in an assault south. Along the way, they encountered a large number of clan alliance troops attacking from the east. They passed through Duke Meyer's defense area and suddenly appeared behind the Teutonic cluster, about to block the road to the south. Storm Squadron immediately attacked them, and several cavalry units that maintained the organization also attacked together, crashing into the enemy's encirclement that had not yet been closed.
The cavalry poured down like lava from a volcano, rushing towards the enemy. The thrust of the lance drove the crowd aside and defeated the army in a blink of an eye.
After dispersing these enemies, Griffith found that the enemies intercepted from the flanks were exhausted, their bodies were covered with gray hair, and their formations were in a mess. They traveled a long way to outflank us and cut off the road between us and Teutoburg. As long as the legionnaires stabilized the flanks, it might not be impossible...
While Griffith was still observing, there was a shrill roar in the air, and another boulder flew through the air. It moved extremely fast, making a sonic boom that ripped through the air, and the moment it hit the ground, it shook the earth.
Amidst the bursts of panic and miserable wailing, Griffith vaguely heard a word, and heard the roars of countless orcs and half-orcs full of worship.
"Gron!"
"Gron!"
Griffith raised his head in the direction of the voice and felt a chill all over his body.
In the turbulent sea of people, a huge shadow like a hill appeared on the treetops of the forest to the east. The chaotic evil giant brown eyes stared at the panicked humans without any emotion or fluctuation. Its body was huge and as strong as a fortress, with a round belly. When its arms containing strange power and sharp claws quenched by ice and snow were waved, the dense forest was wiped out like ashes.
It emerged from the forest, glanced at the panicked army, and swung its huge claws at them casually. Amidst the continuous crackling sounds, a group of soldiers turned into a rain of blood. Their armor and war horses were no different than tissue paper before the landslide-like attack.
This is the most powerful legendary creature in the world. The cubs possess extraordinary power, and the adults even possess the power of a demi-god.
"Behemoth!"
All the soldiers in Storm Squadron were shaken, and they let out heart-rending screams together with the infantrymen around them. Everyone saw the terrifying body of the giant beast and instantly knew what kind of terrifying existence they were facing.
Beamon approached them, waving his giant claws and making a sonic boom. The invisible shock wave swept the nearby crowd into a rain of blood, and knocked down those in the distance like grass.
Chaotic and evil thoughts stretch out their tentacles under the ocean of collective unconsciousness. Just the tip of the iceberg revealed makes people feel like they are facing an abyss of despair. Countless crazy thoughts resonated in the wilderness, forming indescribable primitive images or distant echoes. Even the pure sky was rippled by them, as if some kind of transparent barrier was breaking.
The soldiers' faith and courage seemed to have been evacuated from the foundation, falling straight towards the most primitive consciousness. Tens of thousands of people are losing their rationality, and at this moment they experience the same empty emotion——
"How can this be something that humans can defeat...What on earth am I doing here?"
The military formation was in chaos, and anyone who witnessed this terrifying beast for the first time could not bear this crazy and cruel torture. The officer abandons the soldier, and the soldier abandons his duty. Mortals who saw this giant beast for the first time dropped their weapons and hid in the mud pits and mounds, or ran away shaking their hands like seaweed.
Sonia and Dedeus were screaming, and Kulara caught them to prevent them from running away. Griffith heard his teeth chattering, and waves of fearful nausea rose in his throat. He wanted to retch and run away.
However, a stronger emotion overpowered the fear in his heart and mobilized his mind.
Krista, where is Krista? This thing appears in front of us again. The beginning of this tragedy...
I have to attack, just kill this thing, everything, everything will be fine! This is just a Behemoth. I am not the same as I was a long time ago!
"Hahaha, hahahahaha!" The would-be knight covered his face with his hands and laughed wildly, "Don't panic, gentlemen."
"Griffith..." Sonia looked at the monster she had never seen before, and her whole body trembled with fear. Suddenly her knight burst out laughing more wildly than the sight before him.
The entire squadron looked at the laughing captain with pale faces, and even forgot about the giant beast in the distance.
"Griffith, why are you laughing!" Kurala slapped him with the back of her saber, thinking that if this man went crazy, it would be all over.
"I laugh at the fact that Behemoth is just showing off. The orcs are hard to penetrate." Griffith raised his hand and pointed. "They came to attack us from a distance, but their formation is already in chaos. As long as we concentrate our attacks, we can defeat them." them……"
Before he finished speaking, the giant beast from ancient times left the forest like a beast, grabbing a huge boulder with its extremely ferocious long limbs and giant claws. It was not thrown immediately, but was crushed with both hands in a playful manner and squeezed tightly in the right hand.
Under the horrified gazes of countless people, the monster as big as a hill raised its right hand backwards like a ball, raised its left foot forward, and leaned back slightly.
It's about to shoot! Is this okay? !
"Everyone dismount and take cover!" Griffith was so startled that he almost fell off his horse. He turned around and pounced on Sonia, pressing her under him.
As soon as he finished speaking, the overwhelming rubble swept over like cannonballs.
A dense rain of stones roared in. From a distance, they looked like a cloud of sand. When they fell on the heads of Beyelan's army, they were stones the size of helmets. Sweeped by the raindrops of falling rocks, dense bloody red flowers bloomed in the wilderness, and shrill screams and wails shot straight into the sky.
The rain of gravel swept across in a fan pattern, and several squadrons were severely damaged in the blink of an eye. The broken limbs wrapped in gravel bounced on the ground.
This tragic scene was better than a volley of fifty cannons. The auxiliary legions and religious orders were in chaos and fled. The roads, paths, bridges, plains, hills, valleys, and woods were all filled with defeated troops. Cries and discarded backpacks and weapons filled the wilderness.
The regular regiments, which had maintained orderly movements in columns, were also in chaos.
The situation took a turn for the worse. It didn't matter our compatriots, generals or orders. There was only an indescribable terror and the obsession to escape from here.
The most terrible rout of the retreat occurred.
Under the enemy's front and rear attacks and Beamon's attack, most of the entire army was in chaos, fighting each other for the way out. The cavalry and infantry each escaped, and retreated southward like a stormy sea.
Several phalanxes were like rocks in the water, standing in the turbulence of the defeated army, and they had completely lost contact with the defeated army on all sides. Some of them were guarding the high ground, and some were guarding the wilderness, preparing for a final stand.
After Beamon's shocking blow, the orc army also swept in. Relying on the pressure of the giant beasts, they were almost unstoppable wherever they went, and were about to block the southward retreat.
The Storm Squadron was also in chaos. Everyone couldn't hear Griffith's order and mingled with the defeated troops. If the retreat road hadn't been crowded with people, everyone would have disappeared long ago.
"Culala, Lean! Take Dedeus and Sonia to retreat." Griffith found a few calm people in the crowd and handed Sonia to them. "Assemble those who still have the courage." Cavalry, retreat to the southwest, not toward Teutoburg."
"What are you going to do?" everyone exclaimed together.
Well, what am I going to do...
Griffith tapped his helmet and clenched the lance in his hand. Thousands of thoughts swirled around, as if returning to that scene a long time ago.
He whispered in his heart:
"Morituritesalutant."
