The sound of military drums and footsteps disappeared. For a brief moment, the world seemed to be deprived of sound and became extremely silent.
The distance between the two sides was so close that the soldiers in the front row could see each other's faces clearly, and saw the nervous and excited tremors in the eyes and corners of the mouth.
The elite rebels who had just captured the top of the low hill collapsed like a flooded river embankment. Some of the most clever warriors pushed back like crazy. They did not receive orders to retreat or fight. They just relied on instinct to hide as quickly as possible to avoid the row of black muzzles.
The Ravenel Fusiliers had leveled their barrels, and the flow of time seemed to stand still when the destined moment arrived.
"volley!"
Griffith's thunderous roar opened the dense firelight and connected it in a straight line, white smoke rose, and the dense roar tore faults in the air.
Intense explosions swept across the land like a violent wind. Black clouds of bullets screeched across the rebels, tearing apart their carapace, armor, and shields, making continuous crackling sounds.
Also shooting at the same time were the rangers brought by Harandil. They split into two, and armor-piercing heavy arrows were like a summer shower, covering the flanks of the musketeers towards the gathered rebels.
Countless blood-red petals instantly bloomed on the top of the low hill, extending back from the front row of the rebel team and quickly spreading into a field of flowers among the crowd.
Oscar watched as a heavy infantryman next to him was hit in the head by a lead bullet. The sounds of popping came and went. Both monsters and humans are like targets, shot into the torso by lead bullets. The deformed projectile's armor and bones were shattered and split, rolling in the flesh and blood, doubling the wounds inside and mashing the internal organs into a ball.
There were heart-rending screams everywhere.
The rebel ranks fell backward in rows like wheat fields struck by scythes.
The losses among the rebels, who had been huddled together in part because of the charge, were particularly staggering. The lead bullets fired at them were almost perfect, and even killed several people at once due to penetration and fragmentation. The man in the front row was shot and fell down, suppressing the wounded soldiers behind him.
On the entire front, more than 500 of the 3,000 rebels fell. The first two rows of officers and combat backbones who faced the volley were almost wiped out.
How many enemies were killed? Are muskets effective against mutated creatures? Do you want two more rounds?
Griffiths, who commanded the Fusiliers in combat for the first time, observed the battlefield as quickly as possible. However, smoke, screams and broken soldiers running around filled his senses.
It seemed that with just this volley of violent storms, the assembled elite rebels were on the verge of collapse. However, before that, the infantry battle lines and phalanxes of the two armies had clearly maintained their organization after firing back and forth for several rounds on the gentle slope.
The surprise attack launched by the Fusiliers and Rangers from behind the ridge line frightened the enemy as expected, and the effect of the volleys at close range was astonishingly good!
There was no time to hesitate. Griffith gritted his teeth. Opposite him is a high-level hybrid experimental body that can compete with extraordinary beings, and can cause heavy damage to mortal soldiers in a short period of time.
Griffith no longer had a reserve team in his hands, and the outcome depended on this.
"Bayonet charge!"
Hanguang pointed forward.
The bugle sounded loudly, the bayonet under the barrel shone coldly, and the silver wave surged along with the drumbeat. All the fusiliers raised their bayonets.
…
The team was in chaos.
Oscar saw the massed cavalry and heavy infantry falling around him. They were twitching on the ground one by one, their throats making a roaring sound, and blood foam pouring out of their mouths. Their armor was torn with big holes, and they were bleeding profusely.
The heavy armor on these elite warriors did not block the lead bullets at all. Instead, it caused the lead bullets to deform and shatter on the way through, causing them more serious damage.
Oscar's head ached. Even a mutant of his level was injured by the shooting just now. Before he could cheer up and reorganize his troops, loud bugles and tides of shouts had already swept over him.
"Drive them off!"
The entire battalion of musketeers pressed forward with bayonets in hand. They maintained their formation, and the mercury swept across the rebel lines.
They did not load ammunition or shoot. They just stabbed the chaotic rebels with sharp bayonets. Even those inhuman monsters were surrounded by several bayonets and killed on the battlefield in the blink of an eye.
This assault was even more overwhelming than the previous salvo. Even if they survived the initial hail of bullets, the rebels who were trying to counterattack were completely defeated.
All the rebel ranks were shaken.
First, the commando team on the top of the low hill collapsed, and the tide of broken troops rushed towards the phalanx on the gentle slope, smashing these reorganized troops into pieces. The soldiers led by Griffith followed closely, and the defeated rebels fled towards the foot of the mountain, smashing into pieces the troops gathered there.
"It's over!"
"Run!"
After a fierce battle for a long time, the rebels who were about to overwhelm Beyelan's army and capture the entire low hill saw the silver battle columns pouring down. The powerful Gulam warriors were also surrounded by swarming infantry and stabbed to death with random spears. .
The fear of despair spreads rapidly among the crowd like a plague, frighteningly fast. Even the troops who had not suffered much losses were heartbroken and joined the mass escape.
The cavalry led by Rana and the remnants of four other battalions of the defeated Beyeran also joined the counterattack. Spears and bayonets stirred up a bloody storm, and sabers chopped down scores of deserters to the ground. In the end, the cavalry didn't even stop cutting, they just let go of their horses' hooves and ran over the defeated crowd.
…
"Isn't it spectacular? Fellow wizards," Tiberion, the consul of Bayerland and the principal of Homemon Watts, appeared in a woods far away from the battlefield and said to the large group of wizards following him, "This is Xia The new army recommended by Earl Dragon to the Senate. It takes less than one-third of the time to form and train, but its combat strength exceeds one-half of the legion."
The shouts of death are moving towards the far end of the battlefield. A dozen high-level wizards followed the demigod. Each of them was surrounded by a bright magic ball and a solid magic shield, and they looked at the battlefield with different expressions.
They saw the counterattack of Beyelan's reserves hidden behind the ridge line defeat the rebel general attack. Beyelan's infantry counterattacked from the low hill, and the musketeers and pikemen attacked repeatedly; then, the cavalry also joined the battle, and the main force of the rebels began to collapse piece by piece, and finally collapsed across the board. The soldiers who were coerced into fighting intensified the chaos, and they killed and trampled each other with the rebel veterans.
This army of tens of thousands was littered with corpses under the Borodino hill.
"The outcome has been decided," someone said.
"No, not yet. The spirit of eternal denial still has a backup plan. Pay attention to that direction."
High-level wizards exchanged opinions, just like professors discussing academic matters. Suddenly, a noble wizard said:
"My lords, Roland is an enemy! He has been planning to deal with us for a long time!
"This army is too dangerous! Those mortals will have the idea of disobeying us because of this!"
As soon as this statement came out, someone among the big shots present immediately retorted:
“Have no mortals any swords? Wise Quintus Fabian Maximus, do not yield your reason to the fear of the strange.
"Let's get to the bottom of it. There are legions in Bjeran. Aren't they a mortal army? Aren't they a risk? The point is not the sword but the man who wields it.
"The Senate and the Arcane Council need a cheap, quick army to fight against threats all over the world. That Griffith is the Shutoral we trained, and he is the sword of the Senate."
The speaker of this opinion was so dignified that a silence fell upon the great men present.
"You are right, the great Lord Salorian," the high-ranking wizard Fabian lowered his head and said, "If that Griffith is one of ours... I think we should make arrangements, Elena de... Countess Larmour will probably not object to his marriage to the Countess."
This sudden proposal aroused both approval and opposition.
"If this can be done, this Hand of God will be as reliable as Count Larmore!"
"Hmph, this is a great love affair. Has the Toral system finally become a way to cultivate love? Do you think our school rules at Homemon Watts are a joke?"
"We still don't know which His Majesty's representative he is?"
"What if the countess gives birth to an angel?"
"Is this important? Is there no precedent? For example, that person..."
"What's Canaan's opinion?"
A sharp whipping sound suddenly sounded in the air. The cold supernatural wizard Professor Lordes Basilico Listener waved his wand and interrupted everyone's busy discussion with a bolt of lightning.
"Silence, the battle is not over yet," Lordes said coldly, "Principal, I have detected abnormal psychic ripples. That thing is coming."
The earth was shaking, and an ominous atmosphere filled the air. Even the Beyelan army that was chasing north couldn't help but stop and look up in surprise.
They suddenly saw a terrifying, shockingly large shadow, and the distorted shape was beyond the range that their reason could bear. The entire battlefield fell into even more crazy chaos.
At the same time, a vigorous psychic aura was rapidly expanding.
Principal Tiberion nodded and said calmly:
"I have informed Aaron to be prepared. Dear wise adults, please slow down our arguments and do not let blindness and confusion blind our eyes to explore the truth.
"Next, please allow me to introduce - the son of prophecy who brings balance to light and darkness. What he possesses is the power that truly changes our era and saves the world.
"As for the rest...
"After all, it is the delusion of mortals. They cannot understand the mystery but try to look directly at the source of the irreversible destiny of mankind - in the tide of fate, they understand that all resistance is in vain, and that they are only mortals after all."
