Imperial Crown

Compared to the hard battle on the central front, the Eagle Army's right wing seemed much easier.

Lancha was in charge of commanding this battlefield.

"A mob." Lancha stood on the command platform and shook his head gently.

It was also a small-to-large battle, but the difference in strength Lancha faced this time was even more exaggerated than when Raven and his father Duduo fought before.

Raven was 10,000 to 30,000 at that time, while Lancha's side was 3,000 to 3 legions, a total of 17,000 soldiers.

The reason for this comment was not because Lancha's tactical command was better than Raven, but because the battlefield was different.

Raven and Duduo were engaged in a pure field battle, while Lancha was backed by the east gate of the camp and guarding a slope.

The range in which the Eivor army could deploy its forces was less than 400 meters. Even if they were arranged in a dense formation, the soldiers who directly engaged Lancha's troops were only 3 rows, about 1,500 people.

Behind Lancha, there were auxiliary soldiers on the shooting tower who were continuously shooting crossbows.

Before the actual battle, he had time to arrange the battlefield, so he filled the periphery with chevaux de frise and antlers to delay time.

At present, this method seems to be successful. Before the actual battle, the opponent has lost at least 1,200 people.

The task that Raven gave him was to withstand the opponent's offensive no matter what - not to kill the enemy, but to defend!

But Lancha's sense of honor did not allow him to just eat and wait for death here.

On the one hand, Lancha wanted to win more military merits for his soldiers so that they could live a more comfortable life.

On the other hand, he was also executing the justice in his heart.

He had heard of and witnessed the atrocities of the troops under Palmer and Faraday.

Even he had to admit that although Raven's method of governing the army was corrupt, dirty, and full of the stench of money, at least the Eagle Army would not harm serfs and people.

Lancha dared not imagine what kind of tragic revenge the people of the Iron Birch District would suffer if Raven lost.

So he had to cause enough casualties to the enemy here - every extra person he killed could save one more serf!

As the bodies fell in the rain of arrows, Eivor's army finally removed the last layer of barricades and rushed forward howling.

Lancha immediately ordered: "Retreat to the second line of defense!"

The order was conveyed with horns and flags. The soldiers in front did not hesitate at all, and almost turned around and retreated.

The Eivor army, which had been passively beaten for half a day, rushed up impatiently, wanting to pierce the Lancha army's ass from behind!

However, an accident happened at this moment.

"Ah——"

"No——"

"Mom——"

Screams and screams came one after another, and then there were bursts of bone-breaking sounds that made people's teeth ache.

Just behind the last row of antlers, in front of where the Lancha army was originally standing, there was a deep pit covered by branches and loose soil.

The pit was full of sharpened wooden sticks!

This pit was dug in just one night, so it was not very deep, only about 2 meters, and about 1.5 meters wide. As long as you are prepared, you can easily jump over it.

But the problem is that most of the Eivor soldiers who saw the miserable state of their comrades in front of them had the first reaction of stopping their charge immediately.

But the soldiers in the rear had no idea what was happening and continued to crowd forward.

The tragedy broke out.

One by one, the Eivor soldiers were desperately pushed into the pit by their own people.

Some tall people were able to support themselves on the opposite side of the pit with their palms, but they could not pull themselves up for a while, and would be smashed down by the people behind them.

They were pierced by the sharp wooden strips and the weapons in the hands of their comrades, and their necks, ankles, and bodies were twisted into various shapes.

Soon the pit was filled to the bottom, and the soldiers who fell would not die immediately.

But it does not mean that they can survive.

Because the soldiers who fell next would press them firmly on the corpses. As the weight on their bodies increased, they could only exhale the air in their lungs in the narrow gap until their internal organs were pressed out of their throats, and then they would really die.

When this information was delivered to the left-wing commander of Eivor, Jared, through the messenger, the pit was almost filled.

"Lancha!" Jared's face was as black as the bottom of a pot:

"You are a holy knight of the church, but you would use such a despicable and mean means!"

"A hypocrite with false benevolence and false righteousness, no wonder you are afraid of death and surrender to Raven!"

3 legions, 17,000 troops, before they really fought with the other side, they had lost nearly 3,000 people!

What they faced were just 3,000 garbage soldiers who had just suffered a defeat!

"My lord, the commander of the 3rd Legion applied for retreat and reorganization, and his troops can no longer hold on." The messenger continued.

Jia Lide was so angry that he almost laughed: "Retreating now, are you preparing to let the other side reorganize the antlers and chevaux de frise?"

"At this time, he still wants to save his strength? Let him keep charging! When he encounters the soldiers on the opposite side, then talk about retreating!"

The news was passed to the front line, and the commander of the Third Legion sighed with an unpleasant face. He had to give orders and walked to the front of the team himself with a shield in his hand.

As a baron, since he was going to the battlefield, he naturally had to have his own guards.

Unlike the consumables that were put together, the 200 people around him were all elites that he personally trained, and spent a lot of time, money and energy.

But there was no way. If he dared to retreat now, Faraday would definitely kill him and swallow up his territory.

200 elite guards pushed to the front line. Except for a few close-fitting soldiers wearing chain mail, most of them were wearing double-layer leather armor - or iron leather armor produced by Eagle Territory.

They held heavy shields to resist the continuous shooting on the city wall.

"Ready - jump!"

The legion commander shouted, and then took the lead and jumped suddenly, and landed steadily on the other side of the pit. Behind him, 200 elite soldiers also jumped over!

At this moment, the Lancha soldiers who had retreated a lot suddenly raised their weapons and rushed forward!

"Raise shields!"

Accompanied by the legion commander's shout, 200 shields were erected high!

Boom -

The first row rushing up was a group of Lancha soldiers holding shields.

There was a certain slope around the camp. They rushed down from a high position. Although they were only wearing leather armor, they rushed out with the momentum of heavy infantry and bumped into the 200 elites who had just crossed the deep pit without hesitation!

In just this moment, dozens of Eivor elites screamed and lost their balance and fell into the pit.

The rest of the people were not in a good situation either. They were scattered and shaky!

Then the second row of Lancha soldiers rushed up, and the long spears in their hands passed over the shoulders of the front row soldiers and stabbed out fiercely!

Followed by the third row!

Blood spurted in the screams, and corpses fell backwards and fell into the pit.

This round of recoil wiped out the 200 Eivor elites who had crossed the deep pit. Only the legion commander and a dozen other guys who were either lucky or strong survived by chance.

"Follow me!" The legion commander knew that he had no way out. He could only continue to rush forward and open up enough footholds for the follow-up army to have a glimmer of hope.

On his shield, the earth fighting spirit glowed with germanium yellow. He bent down and rushed forward like a runaway carriage!

With a click, the shield in the hands of the Lancha Army soldier in front of him was shattered into pieces, and the whole person was pushed back by the shield, knocking down two comrades behind him.

But at this moment, the legion commander suddenly felt that his feet had tripped over something at the same time, and the whole person flew into the air and fell to the ground with a puff.

This injury was not enough to make him lose his fighting power. He turned over and was about to stand up. Just in time, he saw that there were seven or eight long spears being pulled back from the place where he had just run.

A look of shock appeared on his face.

The legion commander realized that it was the opponent's long spear soldiers who stabbed out their long spears horizontally and tripped him!

After shock, there was fear.

If the Lancha Army was so skilled in fighting heavy armored infantry, it meant that his life had entered the countdown!

This was also the case.

Before the legion commander stood up from the ground, more than a dozen long spears stabbed from all directions.

The location of the stab was also very particular, mainly concentrated on the shoulders, knees and ankles, which effectively neutralized the strength of the legion commander and made his hope of getting up vanish.

Then there was a huge stone hammer!

This is a tool usually used in quarries, but it is also very cost-effective to deal with heavy armor.

Bang——

The stone hammer slammed into the legion commander's face, and the broken stones flew, which made his nose sore and his head dizzy, as if he had drunk a barrel of strong liquor in one breath, and his brain was buzzing.

Then, before the legion commander could come to his senses, another heavy hammer came!

He completely lost consciousness.

As the legion commander of the 3rd Legion was dragged back to the rear of the line by the Lancha Army like a dead dog, the entire outpost of the Aiwo army dared not move forward.

Even though the Lancha Army had retreated under the order, even though they only needed to jump lightly to jump over the shallow pit that was less than half a meter.

The chaos in the front spread to the rear, and the news of the legion commander's death also reached Jared's ears.

"Waste——" Jared hit his knees hard, so hard that the wooden bench beneath him groaned in dismay.

The leader of the 3rd Legion died.

Even if the 3rd Legion was gone, Jared would not feel bad.

But how to arrange the remaining two legions in his hands?

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The 2nd Legion is a legion directly under the Marquis Faraday, and it is not easy to use as a consumption; the 4th Legion, most of them are his own team.

Now that the leader of the 3rd Legion has died in battle, the entire legion can basically be declared collapsed and can no longer be used.

Either let the 2nd Legion take over or let the 4th Legion attack.

The former offends the Marquis, and the latter consumes himself. It is not a good deal no matter how you look at it.

"Lancha!!!"

This tangled situation made Jared grit his teeth.

When did you become so good at fighting?

How come the soldiers under your command are so good at fighting?

With such ability, how did you lose to Raven? Did you dislike Duduo and wanted him dead?

Or, like in the novel, did you join Raven and gain some dark wisdom and power?

"Ah, why is Viscount Jared so out of control?" A sweet voice appeared in the corner of the tent.

Jared looked back in horror, and when he saw the face of the visitor, he was relieved:

"It turned out to be Ms. Ernada, why are you here?"

That was the woman who had appeared on the shooting tower of the Sighing Wall, a dark elf with excellent archery skills.

Ernada's clothes were in the usual dark elf style.

Specifically, it is manifested in the extreme saving of fabric.

Except for the two straps on the shoulders hooking a piece of cloth on the chest, the entire upper body, whether it is the neck, collarbone or chest, is exposed smoothly, the sexy waist and navel are not covered, and the back is even smoother.

The lower body is wearing extremely tight hunting leather pants. For the convenience of movement, there is no cloth on the knees and thighs, showing the curves of the thighs and buttocks clearly.

The most eye-catching thing is the red thorn tattoo on her right wrist.

The tattoo is like a bracelet, as if it contains some kind of power, and is constantly emitting a soft red light.

The facial features on the oval face are delicate and charming. Although the skin is dark, the lips are quite pink.

Opening her red lips, Ernada said, "I am under the order of Marquis Faraday to inspect the entire battlefield. From what I can see, among the three battlefields on the left, center and right, only your side is the most difficult to support."

Jalid's expression froze, and then he said with some guilt:

"Uh, Madam, please tell Marquis Faraday that it's not that I didn't work hard, but the commander of the 3rd Legion dragged the entire army down!"

"He vowed at the beginning that he would definitely win. His family is a meritorious family that has experienced several wars, so I sent him up!"

"Who would have thought that he would be so useless?"

"It's really not my fault!"

"Please wait a moment, I will launch another offensive soon, and I will definitely capture Lancha, the traitor, alive and hand him over to Marquis Faraday!"

Ernada giggled, and the cloth on her body shook, showing more scenery.

It's a familiar and disgusting political taste.

Shirking responsibility, taking credit and making wishes, the intrigues among the human race are no different from those within the dark elves.

With a hint of amusement on her lips, Ernada chuckled:

"Lord Jared is really loyal and brave. Are you sure you want me to repay you in this way?"

Just when he was about to nod, Jared suddenly felt something was wrong, so he changed his tone and asked tentatively: "Uh, how did you plan to repay me?"

"Of course, tell the truth." Ernada fiddled with the red thorn tattoo on her right wrist: "After all, this is about the mobilization of two legions."

"Two legions?" Jared was stunned.

Enada nodded: "The 7th Legion of Marquis Faraday and the 6th Legion of Earl Palmer."

Jaled's stiff face immediately flashed with excitement in his eyes: "You mean, I can get their support?"

"Hmm." Ernada smiled and said: "Otherwise, why me?"

"Then, I'll leave it to you!" Jared licked his lips: "When this war is over, I can give you whatever you want!"

"I hope so." Ernada slowly retreated, and finally her figure disappeared in the shadow of the corner of the tent.

Soon after, smoke and dust rose in the distance, and two legions of Eivor's army marched to the edge of the battlefield.

They only wore the cheapest leather armor, and only had a short knife for self-defense on their waists.

But everyone held a hard bow that was as tall as a person!

Akori's pupils shrank, and he immediately ordered loudly: "Execute Plan 3, immediately!!!"

Plan No. 3, a purely defensive plan.

From the rear of the army, a number of modified four-wheeled carriages were pushed to the front of the army. Each carriage was equipped with a nearly two-meter-high wooden board. When they were put together, it was a connected wooden wall!

In the dense rain of arrows behind the camp, the two newly arrived legions deployed their formations, slowly approached, and then raised their longbows and shot arrows one by one.

The long-range troops of two legions were divided into four rounds of shooting. Each round of volleys could release nearly 3,000 feather arrows, almost instantly suppressing the shooting tower behind the camp so that they could not raise their heads.

It was simply a scene of nails flying in the air!

The feather arrows fell on the wooden board, and there was a surging sound like waves hitting the reefs, dense and continuous!

One feather arrow may not be able to do anything to the wooden walls.

What about 10? 100? 1,000, 10,000?

Quantitative change will lead to qualitative change.

Under the impact of rounds of feather arrows, the wooden boards began to break, and the Lancha soldiers wearing only leather armor raised their shields one after another!

But the wooden boards were broken, let alone the shields?

Blood was like water splashes in the heavy rain, blooming in screams, and the lives of the soldiers were disappearing at an alarming speed!

Lancha's body was shaking.

It was not because he had been hit by several arrows even with the support of fighting spirit.

It was because these soldiers were the veterans left by his father, the hope of the family, and each of them had irreplaceable value.

But now people are dying every minute and every second!

Rush out now and fight with the other side?

No.

The four-wheeled carriage not only served as a cover, but also blocked the way for his army. If he moved it away and rushed forward under the rain of arrows, he would only die more and faster!

And if he retreated to the city wall, the army in front of him would be liberated.

Whether he attacked the camp by force, broke through the wall, or started to attack the center or the left wing, the battle would collapse!

Not to mention that Raven would not let him go, Lancha himself could not forgive himself!

What should he do...

What should he do! ?

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