Battalion after battalion of soldiers are rushing to the battlefield. In front are the cavalry and behind are the artillery. The procession of thousands of people divided into several groups in the wilderness, advancing along different roads without blocking the road.
Griffith once again observed the terrain and confirmed that as long as he walked a little further and crossed the Denza River from west to east, he would encounter the rebels. The rebels outnumbered his troops several times, so the entire battle group had to rely on the terrain of low hills and river banks to shorten its defense line.
He called the commanders together and confirmed the deployment for the last time:
“Each battalion crossed the river in batches and immediately established positions on the river bank and the Borodino hill upon arrival, leaving space for our artillery and cavalry.
"Lana has repelled three attacks by the rebels. The rebels will soon devote their main force, including those hybrid experimental subjects."
"Remember, the target of the battle is Isius and the rebel command. We must give the rebels enough blows in the battle before they will appear."
The battlefield was very close, and there were dense volleys of musket fire and one after another wails and roars.
Griffith watched as the commanders returned to their ranks. Groups of soldiers passed in front of him, followed by a squadron of 6-pounder guns. From time to time they got stuck in the mud. Then someone immediately laid out planks of wood, poured sand and gravel, and continued the operation.
The army rolled towards the battlefield. The soldiers on the march were slightly nervous and uneasy, but no one made any noise. They were as quiet and stable as flowing water.
Griffith paused to survey the army. The two-day march has not damaged the combat effectiveness of the troops, and they will appear on the battlefield in full condition.
However, when he looked in the direction of the battlefield, among the hills and woods beyond his sight, the rising smoke and dust made his spirit throb. It seemed that there was an indescribable ferocious terror and bone-eroding madness entrenched in the distance. Far beyond the limits of mortal understanding.
"Nara and Aaron must be hiding nearby," Griffith raised his riding crop and pointed forward, saying to Galadia beside him, "This is not only a battle between our army and the rebels, but also a battle between the chosen ones. The first battle in the final stage of the festival. We still don’t know what amazing mysteries they will come up with.”
When Griffith said this, his heart beat like a snare drum. His eyes turned to Neferti, who was following the command. The closer to the battlefield, the more unstable the echo crystal becomes, and communication between troops can only be carried out through traditional methods such as heralds, semaphores, and ravens. If Naira suddenly makes a sneak attack in the melee, it will be difficult for Griffith on the front line to support Galadia immediately.
Moreover, he had an indescribable uneasiness - something even more incomprehensible and uncontrollable was about to happen.
Galadia held the command helmet that Griffith took off because of the heat, tilted her head and looked into his eyes: "Are you feeling unsure?"
"Yes," the knight admitted honestly, "if we attack ten thousand people or face Beamon, I have nothing to hesitate and firmly believe that we can win. However, my battle has never involved so many gods.
"Isius must die and the rebels must be destroyed, but we are not the only ones who think so.
“Once you take this step, you can’t stop.”
Miss Elf smiled and raised her hand, stroking his black hair that was curly due to sweat and dust:
"This kind of thing started on the day we met, didn't it? There are many mysteries that still have no answers to this day, right?"
Griffith thought for a while and found that this was true: "You are right~"
Galadia nodded and put the helmet into his hand:
"The power of the Outer God is full of unknowns. We don't know what Naira's back-up plan is. However, being closer to Neferti allows me to sense abnormal psychic fluctuations.
"Griffith, you just need to focus on the army and fight as usual. Leave Naira to me~ I am a dual-attribute supernatural being of caster and ranger. I have an advantage against such half-hearted favored ones. .Attribute restraint!”
Miss Elf raised her arms to show her strength, and stared at each other for a while with Griffith, who didn't know how to answer. Suddenly, she remembered something and took out a psychic crystal and handed it to Griffith:
"Sonia has prepared this for you. I have just finished debugging it. You can give it a try. Theoretically, she can observe strong psychic ripples in Homemonworth and provide you with early warning and communication support."
"Is there anything else?" Griffith took it over curiously, "Won't you be disturbed?"
"No, the principle is different." Miss Elf drew circles on the ground with her toes. "It can only support the contact between you and her, find each other's spiritual coordinates through the contract, and establish a channel without interference. I have to say, Certain people’s contracts are really useful~”
Griffith resisted covering his face.
Extraordinary beings are a decisive force on the battlefield. Their powerful psychic ripples are always under official surveillance. With Sonia's support, Griffith can get early warning in time, at least he doesn't have to worry about being caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the hand of God. This can be considered a good thing, right...
He forced himself to calm down and changed the subject:
"Harandil's half-elf brigade is the reserve force for this battle. We try not to use it. Once Naira launches an attack, Harandil is needed to support you."
…
At 13:15 on April 15, Griffith, Ophelia, and Murat arrived at the battlefield. Also arriving at the same time were three squadrons of cavalry.
Rana had built his position on low hills and riverbanks. Due to time constraints, they just built a low, chest-high wall. Outside the low wall, the rebels surrounded them densely from three directions.
"Prepare for a general attack!"
Following the thunder-like roar of a certain extraordinary person, a series of shouts rose from the ground, and the sound shook the sky, as if the whole world was filled with their shouts.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Thunderous drum beats rolled in, and dense spears came in like a forest. The rebels' loud war cries beat their chests, and the darkness pressed towards the Borodino hill.
The mountains and plains were filled with crowds of rebels, and every sight was filled with gleaming spears.
From morning to now, the rebel troops have launched three charges, but they cannot defeat the troops trained by Count Chalon. Lana has been using his troops with restraint and retaining the elite dragoons. However, looking at the tide of enemies, his face was full of cruel killing intent:
“As you can see, the fourth wave is imminent.
"The rebels are endless. Our army is suffering casualties every moment. As long as it is flesh and blood, it will bleed and become exhausted. With such an endless offensive, it is inevitable that omissions will occur. Now that all our cavalry have arrived, my Black Wolf , as well as the squadrons of Storm and Murat, and more than 600 armored cavalry, let us gather together to launch a counterattack and crush them!"
This proposal made everyone excited. A counterattack by 600 elite cavalry led by extraordinary beings could completely crush tens of thousands of people.
"Yes! Send out the cavalry reserve!" Murat beat his chest and shouted, "Griffith! What are you doing! Now!"
The vanguard of the rebels is the driven civilians, defeat them and drive them to counterattack the Chinese army! …
Griffith's blood energy suddenly roared, and he turned around almost subconsciously, scanning the armored cavalry on the back of the low hill. Will and fighting spirit surged with his thoughts, and the officers and Extraordinaries who followed him seemed to have received invisible orders, arranged their swords, put on their helmets, and prepared to rush to the battlefield.
"commander."
Griffith suddenly heard a gentle call. He paused, and it took him a moment to realize that it was Sonia's voice.
The Countess' spirituality found him across great distances.
"Sonia," Griffith responded hastily, "it's so good to hear your voice."
"Well, me too!" Although we couldn't meet each other, Sonia was still very happy. "I detected a large number of psychic ripples to the north of you. They should be the hybrid experimental subjects of the rebels."
"Understood, keep observing, we will deal with it," Griffith calmed down and said to Lana, Ophelia, Murat and the commander who had arrived:
"These are not the main body of the rebels. We are going to send them up on their own.
"I order—
"Cavalry Reserve, don't move!"
…
"Joseph, Serel and Green took their fifth, ninth and twelfth columns to attack," Gulam commander Oscar said. "My brothers and sisters have also completed their preparations. Isius, This will be our decisive battle."
"Mika, cough, cough, cough, will you go out to fight?" Isius asked out of breath, hiding under his thick black cloak.
"That's natural. He will surprise the Beyelan army," Oscar whispered, "reminding them of the fear of being dominated by overwhelming power."
"Then, ahem, good! Be careful, the armored cavalry will counterattack," Isius clutched his chest, as if he was suffering from heart-rending pain every time he spoke, "I will also go out to fight and prepare the carrier."
He wanted to say something more, but suddenly a burst of dense explosions resounded across the battlefield.
"Round shot!"
Hundreds of muskets sprayed out fierce fire in three directions. The rebel troops that rushed up the hillside densely burst into a mist of blood. A large number of soldiers staggered and rolled to the ground one by one. The smell of blood and the screams filled the surrounding areas.
Four battalions, led by Lannes, Ophelia, Russell and Warren Haydon, were already mustered. They had pikemen behind them and musketeers in front, forming four rows across the low hills.
First the first row of musketeers fired a volley. They did not retreat, but took the loaded muskets from the musketeers in the rear row and handed over the empty muskets. The muskets were passed from row to row until they were loaded in the last row.
The charging rebels were knocked down, but the rest still roared forward. The Beyelan soldiers in front of them only have a low parapet for cover, and there are not many of them. As long as they rush up, they can be crushed instantly!
There were also many rebel shooters carrying bows and arrows and matchlocks, shooting at the hillside from the crowd.
Some of them charged, some retreated, some shot, some fell, and the dark crowd rushed forward row after row.
"volley!"
The second round of volleys of gunfire sounded immediately, as densely as thunder!
Then came the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh volleys. Intensive gunfire continued, and the rebels charging along the broad front seemed to have hit an invisible wall. The people in front fell thirty yards in front of the parapet, and the soldiers behind jumped over the corpses and were knocked down. Two steps away.
Every time a volley of guns rang out, the soldiers fell down a row.
The corpses slowly piled up, the injured lay all over the ground, and the blood flowed out into gurgling streams on the hillsides. Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and layers of fire broke out. After firing several times, the musketeers from the four battalions no longer knew what they were shooting at.
They did not aim, they followed the military orders mechanically, and fired one round after raising their guns.
The rebel musketeers, archers, armored halberdiers, and unarmored pikemen were all felled by the hail of bullets fired from overhead. Whether they were officers or soldiers, the dense lead bullets treated them equally, knocking them down row by row.
"Retreat, brothers!"
"There's no hope!"
One by one, the rebel vanguard groups faltered and fell back. The soldiers at the back couldn't see clearly what was going on in front of them. They didn't know what was happening in front of the thick human wall, and they got mixed up with the retreating troops.
Just then, the thunder overhead suddenly stopped. The soldiers who survived the disaster were shocked to think that they had escaped from hell. Looking around, they saw twisted corpses and dying wounded soldiers everywhere in the thick blood mist.
Even the most fanatical warriors were awakened by freezing water. The courage during the charge dissipated, and timidity, fear and despair immediately surged into my heart.
Some rebels vaguely heard several terrifying and wanton sounds hovering in the smoke ahead.
"The smoke obscured it and I couldn't see clearly, but they seemed to be still where they were."
"It's a little strange. We are waiting for cooling. What are they waiting for?"
Griffith pulled out the Han Guang and said to everyone: "The Musketeers stay where they are.
"Lance Assault!"
As soon as the order was given, there was a loud rolling sound as the rumbling iron armor rolled straight down.
"ah--!"
The rebels who gathered under the low hill screamed heart-breakingly, threw away their weapons, and dived into the crowd.
One after another, the brigades exploded, and everyone was pushed back and fled, passing other troops along the way, and collapsed like a tidal wave.
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