Rebel commanders at all levels on the front lines took note of the fighting on the low hill. The unstoppable Ahai, like the ancient gods of the wilderness, easily tore through Bijalan's defense line, and was about to usher in a complete victory. However, in a very short period of time, the situation took a turn for the worse. Those majestic mountain-like shadows suddenly disintegrated and fell one after another.
The rebel troops, who were about to break through the defense line, seemed to have suffered a terrible sniper attack and stopped motionless.
The three senior commanders, the fallen wizard Serel, the terrifying knight Green, and the demon hunter Paraxin, who were always paying attention to the battlefield, immediately found Oscar and questioned him:
"Are these your trump cards that even the gods would retreat from?"
"Why were you defeated so easily!"
Gulam's commander Oscar's expression was as solemn as the ice of the Far North. At the end of his field of vision, the most powerful comrade in Ahai whom he was looking at had disappeared.
After Kaz, the most loyal and brave partner Mika also disappeared.
"You should say something!" Demon hunter Paraxin took a step forward and grabbed Oscar's collar. "Our warriors still have the advantage. However, the most powerful Gulam warrior suffered heavy losses. If Baye Lan's extraordinary beings launch a counterattack, can you provide cover?
"Should we retreat!?"
"Or stop for a moment?" The fallen wizard Serel also echoed.
Infantry alone cannot fight a war.
The dense formation of infantry phalanx, reconnaissance rangers and breakthrough heavy cavalry, as well as long-range support archers and trebuchets combine to form a complete army. In addition, the Beyonders and mythical creatures with defense, firepower and mobility beyond human limits, although small in number, are a decisive assault and counter-assault force.
Without the strength of the mysterious side, the regular army would suffer greater losses when breaking through the defense line, and would easily be defeated when encountering a counterattack by the enemy's high-level combat power.
"No problem, my comrades." Oscar finally spoke. However, these few simple words seemed to drain him of all his strength, making it difficult to climb up from the abyss of despair.
"We can't stop," Oscar raised his tone, "Byelan's strong men have been scattered and contained. Without their leadership, their infantry will be like fading grass and submerged in the vast sea of rebel fighters.
"Try harder, comrades, Beyelan's troops are already in ruins, and we cannot give them a chance to breathe.
"My Gulam troops will take the lead in the attack. All our columns must concentrate all their troops and attack with all their strength!"
…
Led by Gulam's Daedalus, the Blood Drinker Medisha, and the Demonic Eye Ajet, the three thousand elite soldiers of the rebel army began to move towards the dwarf under the cover of nearly a hundred hybrid experimental subjects. Advance above the mound.
Oscar is among them. He did not show the mythical form of the manticore, but put on his coat as usual and walked forward with his head raised.
The hillside was littered with scattered warriors. The column that had attacked earlier had become disorganized in the condescending firing and ensuing melee. The rebel soldiers gave up their useless muskets and bows and armed themselves with spears, halberds and swords. Under the cover of the hybrid experimental subjects, they moved forward quickly in a tight column.
They could have concentrated more troops, but not long ago, the communication with the rear headquarters was cut off. Some disturbing news came from the camp behind the army, and it seemed that a terrifying monster was attacking there.
However, Oscar and the others did not have the extra energy to pay attention to these things. At this decisive moment, all the forces of the mysterious side must be concentrated instead of dispersed in order to give Beyelan's army the final blow.
We’ll talk about other things later!
Oscar was escorted by his companions. They have long lost their human form. Whether they are young girls or the simple farmers and herdsmen who joined later, their hands and feet have become wriggling tentacles, their bodies are covered with lizard scales, and sharp bone spurs protrude from their crests.
Everyone has been transformed into inhuman forms by magic potions.
The young soldier leader who led them looked back at Yin Xiusi, who was still in the middle of the battlefield, with a complicated expression.
"What are you doing? Yin Xiusi...
"We lost Mika and Kaz, and even you can't fight anymore?"
A series of explosions and howls of missing arrows disrupted his thoughts, followed by inhuman howls. Gulam and the soldiers at the front had already exchanged fire with Beyelan's stubbornly resisting troops.
Oscar looked up and could only see the swaying spear thorns and flying rocks and debris. The advancing team has stopped.
Talking about the farms and mines in the rich Vero River Basin, the peaceful and normal life... Yinsius, in the end, didn't it become like this?
Oscar remembered his alliance with Yin Xiusi, and took the young soldiers of Westeros to take root in this war-torn land. It was obviously last year, but countless things happened.
From now on, we will no longer be others' puppets and tools, and can truly control our own destiny... Yin Xiusi, in the end, isn't it still like this?
If he hadn't felt that familiar anomaly in Yin Xiusi's body, Oscar doubted whether he would have accepted Yin Xiusi's proposal in the first place. Would it have been different if I had chosen another path?
It probably won't make any difference.
Oscar felt like his cells were bursting, and his body felt like it was sometimes being burned by fire, sometimes being soaked in ice water, with different pains coming alternately.
He is a hybrid experiment prepared by great wizards, a mixture of humans and monsters. From the day he swallowed the potion, he had no choice.
You have no choice, Yin Xiusi, he is obviously the same miserable existence as us.
The attacking team shouted loudly, and Daedalus at the front seemed to break through Beyelan's spear formation. The terrifying knight Green is leading his free knights and heavy infantry following closely behind.
The entire front is moving, and victory is at hand.
"I'm going to fuck you, Yin Xiusi."
Oscar tore off his coat and threw it on the ground, taking one last look at the fortress of dead flesh and blood that was as stiff as a cocoon.
"I'm going to do it, Yin Xiusi, don't stop there!
"Follow us, let us smash this miserable and painful world and drag those high gods down from their thrones!"
His body was expanding, a scorpion tail and bat wings grew out of his body, and his handsome face turned into that of a lion. He used his human voice to shout angrily at the roaring warriors:
"attack!"
…
Columns of mutated warriors, pikemen and halberdiers launched a full-force attack on Bijeran's position. Daedalus, the strongest minotaur, and Grimm's dismounted cavalry showed the best. They made alternating and neat sounds of stamping on the ground, the scraping of armor, the clash of swords, and a rough gasp.
All the soldiers charged towards the top of the low hill, trying to capture the highest point of the mountain ridge in one fell swoop, and then rush down from the back of the mountain. The troops commanded by Ophelia, Lyle, Warren Haydn and others were defeated one after another, and the defense line appeared like the sky was falling apart.
Even the Canaanite ghosts led by Galadia could not resist it. They have the most sophisticated equipment and combat skills, but armor-piercing spears are dazzling from all directions, and these extraordinary elites have to retreat temporarily.
Nearby rebels were also inspired. They had suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, but they would cheer up again and sweep in with the momentum of lava thunder.
The besieged Beyelan troops could no longer hold out. Some squadrons with exposed flanks were wiped out almost instantly.
The Dread Knight Grimm cut off a Musketeer's arm with his long sword, then kicked him down. The battle ax of the minotaur Daedalus caused a bloody storm among the crowd. The four infantry battalions of Beyelan that had been ravaged by them could no longer find a complete squadron.
"We won!" Green raised his giant sword and shouted towards Oscar, "We have captured the Borodino hill!"
Oscar stepped forward with his majestic four hooves, stepped over the corpses, and came to them. He looked around and responded: "Oh! Then cross the mountain ridge and take down Beyelan's baggage."
Medisha was guarding him: "It felt suddenly quiet. I didn't even catch up with them, and Beyelan's people were wiped out. I didn't expect it to be so easy."
Ajit shook his tentacles and said: "This is all the credit of Mika and the others. The battle just now has exhausted Beyelan's combat power."
Medisha whispered: "But Mika and the others..."
"Cheer up!" Oscar said loudly, "We finally won, thanks to the efforts of our companions, we must work harder! The strange boat at the foot of the mountain has the power to become our ally, we... "
Before he finished speaking, thunderous artillery fire suddenly rang out from the giant ship Alombis of the Dead on the overflowing Densa River. The direction of the shooting was clearly towards the low hill.
"What's going on!" The rebels gathered on the top of the low hill leaned down together to avoid the dangerous shelling. However, the artillery shells did not arrive as expected, but instead ushered in the roar of the second salvo.
"What happened to that ship!?" Some of the rebels roared, "Why did they attack us?"
There were tremors in the ground, like the vibrations of heavy cannonballs. But Oscar also sensed a different, more serious resonance in this shaking and trembling.
This is……
"Line up! Form a formation! This shelling is not aimed at us!" Oscar jumped up, "The battle is not over yet!"
The rebel fighters who were hiding from the shelling did not react. On the top platform of the low hill, Beyeland's defense line, headquarters, artillery positions and supplies have been captured. Where is there...
"Look over there!"
"what is that!"
Suddenly someone shouted. The soldiers raised their heads and saw a bright spear thorn appearing on the ridge line leading to the southern slope.
The haze that shrouded the battlefield was pierced by this light. In the direction of the mountain crest line, amid the continuous roar of artillery shelling, a silvery dawn rose.
"Line up and move forward!"
Griffith returned to his unit. He held the eagle banner high, and the Ravenel Fusiliers Battalion directly under him and the Harandil Half-Elf Brigade who came for reinforcements lined up behind him. The silver breastplate and shining spears formed a slender silver line. extending to the edge of the low hill.
Led by Medianmaea and Harandil, they lay in ambush behind the mountain crest line, and could not move until the rebels captured the top of the low hill. Alombis, who discovered the ambush, hurriedly bombarded them with artillery fire, but the elite soldiers trained by Roland and Canaan remained motionless. That is until their commander, Griffith, returns to their midst.
The formation of 1,400 fusiliers and rangers was completed. They lined up under the eagle flag, neatly lined up and looking calm. When they emerged from the fog of war clouds, thousands of rebels suddenly saw the God of Victory spreading his wings and flying towards the battlefield.
Griffith held the flag in his left hand and raised the light in his right hand:
"All troops, raise your guns to your shoulders!"
The sound of gunfire and the hum of the rangers' bows were like the surging waves of the sea. There were bayonets stuck under the barrels of the guns and sharp arrows on the bowstrings. Griffith could even see the horrified expression on the enemy's face.
Thunder and lightning suddenly rolled in the sky where the haze had receded, and the light drove away the gloomy fog and chased it to the far end of the horizon. The distance between the two armies was less than thirty yards.
Monsters and mortals alike, all are equal under close range volleys!
"Let us use hot lead bullets to announce the end of the old era."
Griffith pressed down the holy sword in his hand.
"volley!"
