The first wave of counterattacks arrived in an instant. A rain of locust-like arrows shot out from the hands of the orcs and troll soldiers, heading towards the soldiers of Bjelan.
"Testudo (Turtle Formation)!"
Krista is at the forefront. She saw a row of light infantry coming forward in the distance and immediately gave the order.
Following a blast of trumpets, nearly a thousand infantrymen raised their large shields to protect the front and top of their heads. From a high altitude, it looked like a shining silver city wall.
The rain of arrows was like hail falling from the sky, making intensive knocking sounds on the shield.
The trolls switched to throwing spears, throwing them like raindrops, constantly passing through the gaps in the shields, pinning the soldiers to the ground. Occasionally there were one or two screams, as the spear passed through the gap in the shield and shot through the soldiers below.
However, in the thick and well-organized military formation, the human losses were not great, and they moved forward step by step with their big shields in hand. Soon the troll shooter had finished throwing the spear in his hand, and looked at the wall of humans at a loss.
"Throw the spear, fire three rounds!" Nona shouted.
The sergeants in each small phalanx passed orders. When the soldiers hiding behind the shield wall heard the orders echoing on the battlefield, they immediately put down their shields, drew out the javelins inserted behind the shields, and threw an iron rain of death at the unprotected troll warriors.
The troll warriors kept howling and were knocked down by sharp projectiles. After three rounds of neat volleys, the more than two hundred troll gunners facing them were almost wiped out.
"Warriors! Attack!"
After watching the sharp javelin shoot out, Manggrus sent his commander and more than a thousand warriors to charge forward with their battle axes and spears shouting.
The orc coalition armed with heavy hammers and battle axes frantically attacked the soldiers' large shields. The position of a soldier whose shield is broken or killed will be immediately filled by soldiers in the back row.
"Replace!" Nona gave the order, and the soldiers in the back row took a step forward. The tired soldiers in the front row flashed to the right and retreated to the back row, while the soldiers with strong physical strength continued to face the enemy.
The infantry of the clan alliance rushed towards the solid human defense line, and were occasionally killed by swords and spears protruding from the gaps between the shields. The human soldiers relied on strong shields and tight formations, and their feet were quickly covered with corpses. Their enemies took turns attacking the shield wall, like waves crashing onto the shore, rushing up fiercely, and then retreating in vain.
At this time, a majestic figure emerged from the clan alliance's army.
Governor Manggulus came to the front line and prepared to lead the warriors to attack in person. He held the steel ax and stepped forward, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to crack with every step he took. The shield wall blocking him collapsed at the first touch, and in the blink of an eye, the 5 or 6 human infantry around him were rolled into a pile of minced meat.
Ogres and shamans of various races began to chant bloodthirsty spells. In the unidentifiable spell, the extremely fierce orc elite soldiers were enveloped in blood-red light with the blessing of bloodthirsty. They have been protected by the ancestral spirits, which can increase the speed and endurance of the person being casted for a period of time, and have amazing explosive power.
The Overseer, blessed by the bloodthirsty spell, led his warriors to break through several fronts with their battle axes swinging like a storm.
He kicked away a panther and threw a big bear into the river. There was no enemy wherever he went. Byerlan's battle line was retreating, and the orcs were pushing them toward the river.
As a general in charge of the army, personally attacking this team of less than a thousand people really failed to meet the status of a military governor. There was no trace of extraordinary people in the enemy army, making them vulnerable to attack. Manggrusi was killing crazily, and the long-lost hot blood stimulated his nerves and made him extremely excited.
However, he still remembered his identity as the general of the front army, soberly penetrated the military formation and came to Beyelan's military banner.
As long as the general is killed, the rest will be left to the subordinates.
A human girl was holding an eagle flag high and waving it. From an orc's aesthetic point of view, she is too thin, but it is undeniable that she is very beautiful.
This flag is neither an attack nor a retreat, and there are no rules at all. Could it be that it is waved to the troops in the distance?
Mangurus raised his steel ax to her and said in human language:
"The outcome is decided, little girl."
When the girl dancing with the flag saw him, she gathered the flag and held it in her hand like a spear:
"Yes, the victory has been decided, your Excellency the general who is on the front line."
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Griffith watched the battle below the mountain. The phalanx of the clan alliance is tearing apart the bridgehead of Beyeland bit by bit under the leadership of the warlord general.
Brunave is right. Warlord Mangurus Bloodaxe is indeed a warrior, and his fierce and fearless figure can be found wherever there is the most danger. I heard that one time the army's camp was breached, and many warriors began to flee in despair. Manggulus raised the general's flag high, and as the commander of the army, he personally led his men to block the attack and repair the camp.
Under the positive pressure brought by Krista, he went to the front line again.
"Captain, the enemies who attacked us have been repelled by the rangers." Gil de Ace, who was wearing fine armor, came to Griffith's side. He dropped several heads of enemy warriors and jumped on his horse. "We Go support the Saint!"
Griffith was riding on his war horse and saw the military flag waving at the foot of the mountain, so he pulled out Han Guang:
"gather.
"We cut in from the right rear of the enemy's formation and attack the enemy general's flag!"
All cavalry capable of fighting formed a dense formation on the narrow mountain road. The lancers in the front row raised their spears high, like a gleaming silver forest. All the armored cavalry and lancers followed Griffith's example, making banners out of branches and feathers, and followed their commander down the hillside.
…
A group of orcs behind the large square formation were following their compatriots in a counterattack toward the bridgehead. The thick phalanx made it unable to see the situation in front of it. It only knew that the warlords were overwhelming and the phalanx was moving slowly. The warriors at the front may have driven the humans into the river.
There were waves of tremors on the ground, and a few small stones jumped on their insteps. The rumbling sound was like drums and continuous thunder.
The orc spearmen turned their heads to look in confusion, only to see the soldiers around them looking back, with panic on their faces.
The first thing I saw was a silvery flood rushing down from the mountains not far away.
It took everyone a few seconds to realize that they were armored cavalry. They came down from the mountain, unfolding themselves into a tight saddle-to-saddle wall, holding aloft their silver lances as dense as the woods.
The cavalry has snow-white wings on its back, like the messenger of the White God, and like a silver wall, rushing towards its back. The overwhelming sense of oppression and fear gripped the throats of all the soldiers.
After seeing the scene clearly, all the orcs almost lost the ability to speak and desperately pushed the soldiers in front.
"Cavalry! Cavalry!"
A few clever guys broke free from fear and shouted heartbreakingly. The soldiers in the front row who hadn't noticed anything strange behind them all turned their heads to look, and the entire phalanx suddenly became commotion.
"Keep the speed! Be level with me!" Griffith held up his lance with the general's flag hanging on it and controlled the pace of the impact. More than a hundred cavalrymen advanced almost at a jogging speed, and followed the direction in which the flag was adjusted.
Griffith's hussars had long feathers on their backs and were lined up in two dense rows, knee to knee. The feathers rustled with their impact. As the horses' pace and formation adjusted, the cavalry's movements became more and more orderly, making a tooth-itching sound of tearing the ground and air. In the end, there were waves of terrifying roars that struck the soul.
The heart-shaking sound of horse hooves and the whistling of wings woke up Manggrus. He looked to the south and saw that the valley was red, the trees were trembling, and the murderous aura was rising into the sky.
"What is that? Lightning on the ground? The fiery Hechi is an armored cavalry! How could it come down from the mountain?!"
…
Griffith's cavalry began to accelerate, and he could already see the panic and desperate expressions on the faces of the enemies not far away.
The clan alliance soldiers standing on the axis of the cavalry attack were pushing and shoving, all trying to escape from the inevitable axis of the wall-riding attack. The right rear of the large square formation was like a piece of chocolate that had been bitten into a big bite, with a corner missing, and the ground was covered with layers of broken soldiers after falling.
Griffith felt power spurting out from his limbs and bones, turning into a red light extending backwards. The cavalry following him were covered in this red light, like a sharp sword cutting through the darkness, The suffocation that enveloped the battlefield dissipated without a trace like spring snow under the scorching sun.
"Byelan!" Griffith held up the bloodthorn, and the hunter's command flag fluttered in the air, "Long live!"
"Byelan is victorious!"
All the lancers raised their spears and then put them down together. The gleaming cavalry formation sprinted with all its strength less than fifty steps away from the coalition's square formation.
The roar of the high-speed impact of the hussar feathers was like the loud noise of an avalanche, and the rolling sound of horse hooves was like an earthquake tearing the earth. It was as powerful as the sky falling apart, and the orc team had been shattered. Everyone, you tripped me and I pulled you, no one can stand up.
Everyone feels out of breath, and if this continues, they will be crushed to death here. Then, they saw a silver flash flood rushing towards them from the gap.
The battlefield seemed to suddenly become quiet. The battle horns and desperate cries disappeared for a moment, and then a "boom" exploded.
There were crackling and cracking sounds everywhere! Facing the wall-like impact, most of the orc army was trampled under the iron hooves, and some were knocked into the sky. The left wing of the army was defeated in an instant. Countless soldiers had their sternums smashed by war horses, and then were trampled to pulp under the horses' hooves.
There was a burst of crying and shouting in the ears, and the languages of various races were mixed together, but they all said the same thing:
"Run!"
Griffith felt a shock come from his horse's shaft, and then the fine horse's shaft bounced slightly, and the pressure on his hand was lightened again, and the enemy stuck in the horse's shaft was directly ejected.
There were shadows flashing everywhere in front of him, and from time to time, one or two orcs could be seen flying into the sky beside him.
Manggulus's army collapsed instantly, and the defeated soldiers squeezed toward the central army like waves, and they fell densely like dominoes.
