"winter--"
Desai suddenly opened his eyes. His head seemed to have been hit hard, and he was feeling dizzy and confused.
what happened?
He shifted his perspective and saw the silver breastplate and mail under the red wool cloak, the sturdy gauntlets and smooth greaves, and the long sword and dagger on the brown belt. He moved his body, and the fine armor rings jingled.
Then there was a dense sound. The vision became clearer, and groups of cavalry stood up nearby. They were armed with lances, sabers or maces, and some had silver flintlocks in their saddles.
"winter--!"
There was another muffled sound, and Desai suddenly realized that someone was tapping his helmet. He turned his head and saw that Lanzada was adjusting his belt and pounding his helmet with his fist.
"Desai, wake up! We're about to attack!"
"Emmm..."
Desai felt inexplicably confused and restless, and his throat was very thirsty, like a beast waking up from a deep sleep, eager to drink blood.
He felt as if he had been assigned something particularly important, but he couldn't remember it.
"Prepare to attack!"
The flag on the low hill was waving, and the thunderous roar inspired shouts and slogans one after another. The cavalrymen got on their horses, and the heavy and dense sound of horse hooves rolled.
The blood in Desai's body almost boiled, and he subconsciously grasped the rifle. When he looked up, he saw that on the other side of the low hill, some unreal, beyond common sense, indescribable shadows were swaying in the smoke and dust. Every time they swayed, they stirred up indescribable waves. The season is restless.
The battlefield is invisible here, and the diffuse wind and smoke carry the dying screams, filled with wailings of restlessness, madness and chaos.
There's something in that smoke and dust!
This horrifying thought just flashed past, and in the blink of an eye, the strange shadow disappeared in the rising smoke, and Desai could not see anything clearly. One after another, hurried figures passed by the entire armored cavalry squadron, running towards all directions on the battlefield. Suddenly all the units were mobilized, and a squadron of dragoons on standby nearby was already moving along the flat ground between the low hills and the river bank.
"What happened?" Paxiu stood behind Desai and asked uneasily. But no one answered. The sights of the armored cavalry were all focused on the hillside. Griffith de Ravenel, the leader of the first-class assault squadron, jumped down from the hillside and came to the middle of his cavalry.
There was another unknown seasonal movement in Desai.
Nearly two hundred young men and women of the cavalry saluted their commander together.
"Armored cavalry, get ready." Griffith came to the front of the team and jumped on a strong black horse. "The priest stepped forward and gave the whole team a blessing of courage and faith. Ignore the rest."
The clergymen in the team immediately took action. Lanzada, who was beside Desai, also ran to the front of the group. She wore a blue nun's robe over a silver chainmail, opened a book, and sang prayers in a clear voice.
Desai seemed to be bathing in the morning light, and the ethereal and pure breath enveloped him, and the hesitation and confusion just now disappeared without a trace. He immediately felt a strong sense of mission and wanted to join the great war immediately.
"Asylum, loading completed."
"Cavalry, move!" Griffith in front of the squadron raised his blood thorns high, followed by two hundred cavalry, advancing towards the battlefield from the hidden river bank in four columns.
At 2:50 pm on April 15, Storm Squadron completed preparations for attack. They left the slope of the low hill and moved from behind the tight infantry line to the left flank of the battlefield.
Desai finally saw the whole battlefield clearly.
Wave after wave of rebels followed the military flag, formed a dense formation, and moved forward amidst the sound of military drums, smoke and dust billowing, and waves of blood billowing into the sky. Their officers held their swords high, shouted loudly on the battle line, and drove the soldiers away. Groups of infantrymen holding halberds desperately tried to squeeze through the gleaming forest of spears to attack another forest of spears.
Suddenly, the ground shook and the 6-pounder gun on top of the low hill opened fire. The artillery salvo tore open the sound gap, and the thick smoke and fire made everyone shake. Desai held his breath and looked in the direction of the bombardment. He saw black shadows flying over the crowd, making a terrible whistling sound, and landing on the phalanx in the distance.
The moment the shells fell, there was a strange calm at first. Just when Desai was wondering why the shelling had no effect, the heart-rending screams and wails almost knocked him off his horse.
The black iron ball bounced and rolled between the legs and feet, tearing off broken limbs and pieces of flesh wherever it went. Those densely packed gun arrays were driven out of smooth paths of flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.
Another round of shelling followed.
Except for the soldiers at the front who were fighting, the soldiers in the middle and back of the square could only stand and take the shots. When the cannonball was about to hit the ground, it was so slow that it seemed like you could reach out and catch it. Some reckless pikemen waved their spears in an attempt to knock the cannonballs to the ground. But the shells broke the barrels of the guns and tore their arms from their bodies.
The three squadrons composed of armored cavalry, dragoons, Verona noble cavalry, and mercenary cavalry ignored the phalanx in the battle, but detoured under the leadership of the commander. They are the sharpest daggers, led by powerful supernatural beings, ready to deliver a critical blow.
The vision becomes clearer and clearer.
The low hills and the crowds of people grew farther and farther away, like ant-covered mounds in a flood. Volleys of musketry came one after another, and shells and lead shot cut down rows and groups of soldiers.
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the cavalry. The moment they gained vision, some people witnessed an astonishing presence.
"what is that!"
"what is that?"
The cavalry group, which had always maintained a strict formation, was in chaos. They saw a swollen lump of flesh standing on the ground, with the sea above covered with an ugly and thick chitinous carapace, and huge pillars of dark red tusks sticking out. This unheard-of behemoth is beyond all knowledge and nightmares, and is crushing it with an unstoppable creep.
Beside it, several thick phalanxes seemed to have fallen into autistic and foolish madness. The rebel soldiers were not afraid of this terrifying monster. They stood stiffly on the battlefield and watched the troops in front repeatedly attacking Beyelan's position with unimaginable madness, using dead bodies and flesh to pave the way for the monster's arrival.
Some of the Bijalan infantry who faced this scene had fled in fear, but most still stood firm. The gunners on the top of the low hill were stripped to the waist and fired the shells with all their strength. The sound of artillery came one after another, and the position was completely shrouded in thick smoke, like a sea of clouds. Under the clouds were the crowds rolling and impacting like a stormy wave.
Countless infantrymen were blocked under the low hills, unable to advance or retreat, and were killed in pieces by dense artillery shells and lead bullets.
The giant beast with carapace, arms and legs, and jointed limbs turned a blind eye to all this, and moved persistently and slowly towards Beyelan's position. Wherever it went, the broken, bleeding wounded and corpses disappeared.
What’s even weirder is that the rebels deployed near this fearful monster are standing still...
Desai's heartbeat was racing. He realized with horror that everyone was about to charge towards the indescribable monster, to challenge some kind of existence beyond human beings! How can this be done! ?
At this moment, Griffith raised his lance again.
"Squadron, stop!"
The entire squadron reined in their trotting mounts. At the same time, two other squadrons led by Lannes and Murat had also arrived, gathering into a strict wall like streams converging into a river.
The cavalry and horses were trembling and stirring. They were all frightened, and coming here was the limit of their courage. Just the stench and ferocious smell in the air has already caused the mind to collapse, even if it takes a second look.
This mountain-sized monster didn't even appear in the books. If it is allowed to get close to the defense line, the infantry on the Borodino hill will fall apart in an instant.
Griffith took a deep breath, feeling the thickness and moisture of the blood, and his eyes ignited with hot fire. He struck the ground with his lance, and an invisible impact and sonic boom swept over him. The power of the war knight spurted out from the limbs and bones, gathering and hovering around him, like a canopy of flames and light.
The panicked cavalrymen were alerted by the shock and reverberation, and their suspicious eyes focused on the knight standing with his head held high. The noisy chaos was stagnant.
The morale of the Beyelan cavalry is locked by the "broken army" characteristic.
They saw that their commander was strong and graceful, his sword pointed at the source of madness and chaos. The timid person's heart is full of excitement, and the timid person's blood is boiling.
Lanzada squeezed from the rear to Desai's right rear, and Paxiu raised the military flag. All the cavalrymen put down their visors and approached each other, roaring like beasts and staring straight ahead.
The wings on Griffith's saddle whistled in the wind, bringing the entire squadron with an astonishing momentum.
His right hand is covered with blood and his left hand contains light. The sharp gaze under the dark golden visor was like a scarlet moon, and the tremor that made people unable to look directly gripped the hearts of all the cavalry.
A majestic voice echoed deep in the hearts of the six hundred cavalrymen:
"Starting now, we will launch a sudden attack on the rebel flanks.
"Lancers, line up front!"
Griffith drew his sword and pointed forward. Armored cavalry, dragoons and light cavalry wearing breastplates and blue and red uniforms moved like a city wall amidst the even rhythmic sound of hoofbeats and the clang of spurs.
Looking from the sky, it looks like a cold and shining tide, roaring towards the shore. Many scattered rebels along the way were caught in this huge wave and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The first row of the trotting cavalry battle line held lances, and the following rows held sabers and maces tightly, maintaining a smooth line and rolling forward.
Griffith received the snowflake-like chaos of information collected by the commander and quickly captured the threats ahead. The situation changed unexpectedly. Yinsius attacked in the form of a mythical creature in advance, and Beyelan's entire army was in danger of collapse.
We must cut through the rebels' defense line and kill Yinsius after he reaches the front line! Right now!
"Follow me to attack!" Griffith summoned all the cavalry reserves into battle and rushed into the core of the rebels from the side of the battlefield. He shouted over the deafening rumble of hooves, "Byelan——!"
"Long live!"
The cavalry group began to accelerate. The rebel formation deployed in the center was as dull as a pile of wood, and the formation was divided by corpses, ravines, and mounds of dirt along the way. They deployed the gun array slowly and inefficiently, and were caught in the gap before they were deployed in place!
The cavalry broke through the crowd from the gaps in the square, and then quickly tore the battle line, crackling and snapping under the horses' hooves,
Desai saw countless phalanx soldiers like festering anthills, pieces of which collapsed in front of the cavalry and on the left and right sides, and fled in all directions.
"Boom!" The cavalry battle line broke through the enemy's defense line like a flood, making a deafening roar. Thousands of rebels flew backwards, and then were trampled under the iron hooves of the war horses.
"Failed, defeated!"
"Ah monster!"
A strange scene happened. The rebels near the monster seemed to be waking up from a dream, and suddenly let out an overwhelming scream.
The loud noise and ringing in the ears made people crazy. Desai ran into a group of rebels and smashed into the crowd with men and horses. He rolled a few times, jumped up quickly, drew his sword and chopped down several people.
There was chaos everywhere and everyone seemed to be running around. The cavalry battle line had passed through the formation and seemed to be heading in the direction of the monster. There were shouts and screams of fighting everywhere.
