Rean was not a timid man, otherwise he would not have returned to the battlefield. This question is to confirm whether I'm cheating or am I planning to risk everyone's lives for a better future? Griffith looked at the lieutenant:
"The battle with Governor Manggrus is of decisive significance and is related to victory or defeat outside the battlefield. If we win, it is possible to save tens of thousands of lives."
The lieutenant raised his hand and nodded:
"That's all. Don't tell me too much, Mr. Knight. This way I don't have to lie when others ask me."
Griffith was silent for a while: "Lieutenant, why did you return to the battlefield?"
The old lieutenant took out a small Iron Eagle medal from his arms and put it on his collar, replacing his own Silver Eagle medal. He seemed to be talking to himself:
"Human efforts have limits. The more we struggle and escape, the more unpredictable our fate will be. Maybe we are just being played by the big hand of fate, and we don't know whether the path we choose in the end is the right one. I just think this choice is the right one. worth it.
"Knight, I think you must have experienced that we came back from the battlefield, but some things stayed there.
"I'm very satisfied to be back here."
Griffith lost a lot on the battlefield. He held the mithril pendant on his collar. He was very fortunate that he was different from Rean. After leaving the battlefield, there was a beautiful world and blessings.
At this time, Bernard and Sennamon rushed to the camp with a bunch of things and brought some new equipment to Griffith.
Lieutenant Bernard said: "We originally wanted some artillery, but the logistics department couldn't give us much, so we sent some substitutes, such as this."
The first piece of equipment is a weapon made up of three iron pipes connected in parallel. When in use, gunpowder and lead bullets are loaded into the tubes. The match is ignited to detonate the charges and the three tubes of lead bullets are fired out. This thing is like three matchlock guns, but the structure is compact, the caliber of the barrel is large, and the power of simultaneous shooting must be far better than a single musket.
"The barrel has a plug to prevent the preloaded ammunition from leaking out. It must be pulled out when using it. The disadvantage is that the range is short, not as good as a crossbow, and the reloading speed is too slow," Senamon explained, "The test product sent from the rear One, as a substitute for artillery, it can be used by the cavalry who break the formation and do some actual combat testing."
"Trash." Griffith and Lean said in unison. Lien added: "If it can be welded to the shield, I will try it. Maybe it can catch the enemy off guard."
Senamon curled his lips and took the second weapon. This is a whip made of interlocking metal rings, like a big snake with silver rings.
"This is not a gunpowder weapon, it is an enchanted mysterious weapon.
"The tentative name is the thermal whip. It has the characteristic of being attracted to mystery. When used, it can automatically search for and entangle the enemy's mysterious items in a small area, and release high heat to destroy them. It is a weapon dedicated to the commander. The cost is very high. Currently, there are only A trial piece.”
Griffith felt that he had enough props, so he gave the whip to Lean for him to use.
"anything else?"
"Do smoke grenades and scatter grenades count?" Bernard picked up a large basket of grenades and put them on the table. "Fragmentation grenades are still as easy to break into two pieces and are unstable. The flash and smoke are still useful to scare people or obscure their vision. "
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After continuous battles, less than 85 of the 113 cavalrymen of the Storm Cavalry Squadron were left. The others were either killed in battle, injured, or lost their horses. Among these 85 people, less than a quarter are in relatively good condition due to continuous combat and reconnaissance missions.
Griffith gathered some other scattered cavalry and reorganized them and rushed to the village of Kazika. They only rested for a few hours and went out early the next morning to conduct reconnaissance. In such a dangerous situation, Griffith did not dare to be careless at all and maintained intensive reconnaissance at all times.
They had just checked a suspicious hill, and everyone was about to stop and rest for a while. Desai suddenly ran over and reported that the orc wolf cavalry was found in the village ahead, which was less than a kilometer away.
The orcs advanced quickly.
A squadron of wolf cavalry had passed through the village of Kazika and appeared on a small high ground nearby. There are many figures and wargs wandering around in the village. It seems that about a squadron of wolf cavalry and the orc light infantry brigade headquarters and peons are still in Kazika village.
"Lean, take everyone to hide behind the ridge outside the village to rest and observe carefully. Ace, contact the brigade and inform them of the enemy's location."
"Please wait a moment for Countess Larmore and the Urenas Brigade, your Excellency, the second-level assault squadron leader."
"I am the person in charge of the forward, gentlemen." Griffith shook his head. Griffith jumped on the best horse and grabbed the bloodthorn. "I will go first, Lieutenant Lean, you Lead the squadron to attack from behind the enemy and seize the opportunity."
"Captain, are you going alone?"
"It's enough to pretend that I'm alone."
"Understood," Lien nodded. "It's not easy to fight with the recipient of the Knight's Eagle Medal with Double Swords and Silver Oak Leaf Knights. The whole team should pay attention to concealment."
The autumn fields are filled with the fragrance of silence.
Have the civilians here been evacuated beforehand? Griffith zigzagged through trees, shrubs, and fields, making arcs to avoid enemy reconnaissance. He felt that he should speed up his horse and pass here as quickly as possible, so he subconsciously spread his spiritual energy.
The blood is as permeable as ever. However, this time it was even darker red, surrounding the people and horses. The war horse started at a trot, then gradually picked up speed. Both Griffith and the mount had a vague feeling that with the blessing of Hechi's halo, their speed and endurance would exceed the limit - far exceeding the limit of ordinary war horses.
At the same time, he clearly grasped the dangerous ravines, rocks, and broken trees ahead and avoided them as easily as a deft ranger.
Griffith didn't understand what was going on, but he realized that some kind of shackles were loosening.
A certain limitation no longer exists.
People and horses galloped at high speed in silence. The speed of the war horse is getting faster and faster, but the consumption of physical strength is astonishingly slow. Griffith couldn't even hear the usual roar of the wind, and the violent acceleration almost threw him off the horse.
"What is that? Is it the captain?" Paxiu was crawling on the ridge to observe the situation, and suddenly saw a swift shadow speeding past.
Desai next to him was shocked: "Gods above, you can still maintain such actions in such terrain, and the speed is at least three times faster than ours!"
Griffith took a circuitous route through the wilderness and rushed up the path to the east of the village without being noticed by anyone. Here, his field of vision suddenly widened, and he discovered that there was a group of orc archers more than ten meters away.
The air was filled with rustling noises. These orcs were hiding in the bushes and staring straight ahead. Unexpectedly, a heavily armed armored cavalry would suddenly appear behind them. Three wolf cavalrymen were also organizing their equipment and preparing to go out for sentry inspection. They struck their echo crystals:
"This broken rock is broken again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith descended like lightning and stabbed a cavalryman in the crowd. He turned his horse around at high speed, and at the same time pulled out an armor-piercing throwing gun and threw it forward based on instinct. The wolf cavalry who was facing this attack was hit head-on, and the spear penetrated the breastplate and was nailed to his warg.
The remaining wolf cavalry was so frightened that its mount pounced on without even caring about the rider. Griffith took out Han Guang, swept it in front of him, raised a head and then chopped it off with a sword. The warg's tough fur was like paper under the sharp edge of the holy sword.
From the grass, the orc archers saw that the wolf cavalry behind them had been torn to pieces, and they all let out shrill screams. Reacting quickly, he raised his crossbow and fired at the armored cavalry. Griffith eliminated three wolf riders and their wargs in a blink of an eye, then rushed into the middle of the orcs under a hail of arrows and chopped them to the ground, then ducked and retreated behind the low wall.
The whole Kazika village was boiling.
A group of wolf riders suddenly rushed out from a corner of the village. They rushed onto the narrow road between the fences and headed straight to the west of the village, thinking that they were being attacked there. The orc warrior in the center is wearing strong armor and holding a battle ax that can tear through heavy armor. He has extraordinary momentum and has the armband of the Blood Warrior on his arm.
They rushed onto the path, screaming for their companions. Suddenly, a man and a horse emerged from the corner, and a sharp spear was thrown from a few meters away. The leading wolf cavalry screamed as the shot penetrated his lower abdomen and plunged into the warg's back. They rolled to the ground and twitched.
"Kill him!" the blood warrior leading the team had just given the order. The armored cavalryman had already thrown his second shot, and this shot hit the wolfrider at the end of the team, shooting him and the warg down together.
"Throw a spear, throw a spear!"
The wolf cavalry grabbed throwing spears and throwing axes, but the cavalry who attacked them had already turned sharply and threw an iron can while moving.
"Spread out!" the Blood Warrior shouted, followed by loud noises and splashing fragments. The wolf cavalry, who was blocked on the path by corpses one after another, screamed and fell down.
The blood warrior gave up on the warg, broke free from the trap, grabbed a throwing ax and threw it. The ax hit Griffith's shield, but failed to penetrate the armor and bounced off his shoulder.
Griffith pulled out Judgment, rushed forward and shot the blood warrior, breaking his neck, and then slashed him with Hanguang.
Griffith suddenly discovered that the orcs had not determined their position. In the hasty battle just now, he ran into the Blood Warrior and his squadron headquarters. The orc infantry were still guarding the direction outside the village. The village was in chaos as the orc light infantry shouted that the human cavalry had launched an attack. However, the wolf cavalry squadron on the highlands did not dare to enter the village rashly. They just gathered there, ready to fight against the armored cavalry rushing out.
Griffith used the cover of houses and earthen walls to avoid sight and attacked again. He used his shield and armor to resist the wolf cavalry's throwing axes and the orcs' crossbows. He used the terrain to dodge left and right, and then seized the opportunity to tear them apart at close range with the gleaming edge of the blood spines.
The orcs in the entire village were in chaos, shouting one after another, and many orcs had already begun to flee on the way back and forth. The chaotic fighting finally summoned the wolf cavalry from the highlands and surrounded Griffith from all sides.
"Come out and die, human!" the orc commander who commanded the army shouted, "we have you surrounded!"
One person and one horse slowly emerged from the village full of corpses. Griffith held the blood thorn in his hand, looked at the wolf cavalry and light infantry who were gathering, smiled and shook his head:
"No, I surrounded you."
With the sound of a bugle, the entire cavalry jumped out from behind the woods and crashed into the back of the orc army.
"Attack! Turn around!" the orc leader shouted, leading the team to expand backwards. Before he finished speaking, he heard the howling wind behind him. When he turned around, he saw a rifle shooting through the forest and stabbing his throat.
The wolf cavalry in the entire village was routed. Griffith led his men in hot pursuit, and a group of them chased them to the Loire River and eliminated them all.
…
Only a few of the wolf cavalry fled to the ford at the foot of Berimion Mountain and prostrated before their overseer.
Thousands of troops gathered here.
The war-torn body of the warlord is like tempered bronze, thick and full of sharp edges. His hard muscle lines are as majestic and perfect as the marble heroic statues in the temple. The cold light between his eyes is as impressive as the fangs in his mouth. shudder. His fingers traced the trembling muscles, and the ferocious and steady pulses were transmitted along the fingertips to the Wolf Cavalry's spine.
After listening to the report, he was silent for a while, and then asked like a volcano ready to explode:
"You mean, more than two hundred wolf cavalry and four hundred infantry were defeated in less than half a day?"
The deserter who was questioned trembled all over and fell to the ground:
"The warriors are being attacked from both sides, but we are really powerless to stop them!"
"Send him to the punishment camp and let these deserters be the first to fight back." Mangurus waved his hand and asked his subordinates to take the deserters away, and then summoned a commander. "Immediately build a position west of the bridge over the Loire River. We We cannot lose the bridgehead for the westward advance.”
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Taking advantage of the night, Harandil led the Ranger Squadron across the Loire River from the lower reaches and hid on Mount Berimion near the Clan Alliance military camp.
Due to limited ships, there were not many troops that could be sent there. According to the plan, Griffith led all the cavalry to cross the Loire River in the second group after the half-elf rangers crossed the river. The armored cavalrymen of the Storm Squadron all imitated Griffith and raised feathered flags on their saddles. Although it had no mystical effect, the collective action was like flying snow, making a shuddering whistling sound. They came to the river, took down the flags, and smuggled across in batches with weapons and horses.
Griffith looked up at the stars. The unknown twinkling star was much larger than a few days ago, and it was impossible to ignore this obvious difference.
The unspeakable throbbing lingered in my heart, and a certain moment was about to come.
Griffith looked to the east and saw the warlord's general flag erected in the military camp of the Clan Alliance. The general of the orc front army is there and will fight with him tomorrow.
He withdrew his fluctuating heartstrings and looked at Galadia beside him. Before she could speak, Miss Elf obediently avoided the conversation, leaving him and Krista in peace.
Griffith looked at the unsettling starry sky again and said to Krista: "Tomorrow you and Nona will direct the attack. After breaking through the front line, take up positions on the east side of the bridge and destroy the enemy's antlers and fences. Manggu Russ is a warrior who leads the way, and he will come to fight you."
Krista caressed his breastplate: "You don't have to do this, it's too risky. Maybe, maybe I can..."
Nothing is possible, the conspiracy of the virtual world's life is close at hand. Griffith glanced back at the cavalry squadron that was preparing to quietly cross the river, and said to the girl:
"It's not a risk. If we just defeat the defenders at the bridge tomorrow, Manggulus can continue this war. That star makes me uneasy. Before some conspiracy is launched, I want to end the war here and send you take away."
