Shaman from Afar

"Empire, line up-advance!"

The sound of the horn resounding through the earth, accompanied by the cries of the offensive commands, the 30,000 Sacran-Bain Legion took a heavy step and started to advance to the Azores Highland Camp; from a distance, it looked like an iron chain OK.

Thanks to the massive material preparations of the imperial capital of Golovin, Loren completed the collective dress-up for the Baine Army, abandoned the original heavy spear, and replaced it with a Sakran-style war halberd and zither shield.

This infantry weapon full of "empire style" is far more convenient and practical than it looks, which is also inevitable; if the Sakran war halberd is not practical, the zither shield is not light and strong enough, and can provide sufficient body defense, then "Black Wall" is a big joke.

In addition, the heavy lances commonly used by the Bain phalanx infantry are a burden on the slopes, too long and too heavy; it may be useful in the plains. It is impossible to maintain a close lance phalanx at the slopes or hills. There is no chance of resistance.

Although the reason for this is simple-convenient.

A unified weapon, uniform armor and materials can greatly reduce the pressure on logistics, and provide the most equipment in the shortest time; even heavy lances are cheaper, lighter, and more convenient to carry; but the number of war halberds in the Imperial City is Overwhelming advantage, so the collective dress up war halberd became the best choice.

Although it was out of logistical considerations, when 30,000 equipped with uniform weapons and armor, and a tightly-arranged army turned into a line, rolling from the dense fog to the hillside, the Azores still felt it Great pressure.

The dull stepping sound is full of rhythm, and even the ground under the feet can feel a trace of vibration.

"The enemy is attacking!"

Above the highlands, the elf warrior leaders who saw the imperial battle flag pulled out their swords and shouted to the Azore elf warriors on their side:

"Draw a knife-prepare for battle!"

Echoed him with thousands of long knives, shimmering like a steel forest.

At the center of the front, hundreds of elf archers rushed out like a tide, forming a thin slender line in front of the Azore elf camp, setting up a long bow and pointing it down.

"Raise the bow-hold it steady!" The countless orders shouted and rang continuously in the thick mist; if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to even perceive the tension.

This is an unexpected battle.

Not to mention Anson Zade, the Azores are all in the army, and only the little prince himself has no surprise at this result.

"Oh ... I have to attack the highlands when I come up, I am very impressed!"

Holding the binoculars, he did n’t care about the **** Rodria Azore staring excitedly at the actions below the high ground: "Look at least 20,000 troops, this is a breath. Take the high ground? "

"But I'm so sorry, every 20,000 people want to raid the team in one breath ... Don't take me too lightly, Lusien."

"In!"

The elf boy replied immediately, his eyes could not hide the tension.

"Go to prepare the launcher, aim at the maximum distance directly below-or as usual to entertain our guests with fireworks before the war."

"Follow the order!"

The tense Anson Zade immediately turned around and left. Before he could go further, the two new messages sent him back immediately.

"Imperial Avenue ?!"

The face of the elf little prince changed suddenly, but it was not consternation and fear, but inexplicable, like some kind of extreme joyful excitement.

"The samurai who sent the order sent information, and also found the army of the Empire in the direction of Empire Avenue in the north." Looking at the staring Rodria Azore, the elf boy replied carefully:

"Because the fog is too dense, it is impossible to judge the exact number of enemies; but judging from the scale and flag, and the sound of the horn, it will definitely not be less than 20,000!"

"Ok?!"

"In addition, there are reports from the sentinels returning from the direction of the imperial capital, and there are traces of large-scale army and heavy operations from the direction of the imperial capital to the camp!"

"Um ... ummmmmmm-!!!!!!"

The elven little prince was already excited to tremble.

It turns out so ... so it's not a temptation, nor a surprise attack, but Loren Turin is really prepared to fight me to death here, right? !

Hundreds of thousands of troops in one hand, one battle determines the future of the two races, such a battle really ...

I think it ’s so exciting just to think about it!

The ecstatic elf little prince thought quickly and judged according to the existing conditions and messages.

Even if the highland and the avenue are to attack both directions at the same time, there must be one of Loren Turin's main attacking direction and the position he must win. Which one is he ...

No, no, you can't make such meaningless guesses, if you think about it like this, it will only be brought into his rhythm by the guy;

Where are the two positions that are the most threatening to him; where are the ones that I must hold and never lose?

No, no, if you think about it this way, in fact, the tidal flats that seem to be unable to use troops are also at risk of being attacked by Loren Turin. After all, there can be a direct attack on the defenders in the highlands from the back of the belly. If so ...

"Imperial Road!"

Several seconds later, the elf little prince suddenly woke up.

"Yes, that guy's goal is to capture Empire Avenue and open the blockade to Eboden and Lotel-so that he can establish contact with the army of Lotel and the Eboden line!"

"At the same time, we also have reinforcements from Ebden, and the stupid brother who is attacking the deep forest fortress can be completely blocked, can no longer establish contact, and then surrounded by the empire one by one, annihilated."

"Imperial Avenue ... That's right, this is the most critical battlefield. Once the tunnel is lost, it's all lost!" The little prince said to himself.

The highlands can be lost, and the tidal flats can also be lost, but it is absolutely impossible to maintain the channel of contact with Eboden; once the channel is occupied, the army in its own hands will become a complete lone army, even if the Empire of Golovin is captured The capital city is only under such a siege.

Empire Avenue is the key to this war!

"Your Highness, if you permit, please give the passage to ..."

"I'll guard the channel if I want to." Rodria steals: "There is the main direction of Loren Turin. How could I miss the opportunity to play a game with him!"

The rejected Anson Zade flashed a disappointment in his eyes, silently on one knee.

"Anson, the highlands are yours." The little prince of the elves immediately made a decision: "No matter what happens in the other two battlefields, no matter whether Loren Turin is attacking or retreating, you can never give up here. "

"... Obey."

Looking at the back of the elven little prince leaving quickly, Anson Zade sighed and turned his faint eyes below the high ground-in the mist, the battle flag of the Iron Crown and the Golden Lion was rising with the tide Line "has become increasingly clear.

Squeezed the dark blue banner in his hand, and the elf boy full of hate in his eyes pointed to the front and waved like a sword.

Above the misty high ground, dozens of beams of light rose into the sky, and the dazzling light even shattered the fog that blocked the field of vision, striking down the hillside.

"The launcher is the launcher of the elves!" The soldiers who fought in the battle of Eboden and the battle of Eboden line exclaimed, shouting to the people beside them in fright:

"Conceal, pay attention to concealment!"

But they shouted too late because the next moment ...

"Boom ———————————— !!!!!!”

Thunder-like loud noise and violent shaking, the falling "beam of light" smashed countless sparks on the ground; just a round of shooting, half the battlefield has been reduced to flames.

The blazing fire and thick smoke are very dazzling in the dense fog that covers the sky and the sun.

"Imperial Man-Advance!"

In the sky of fire, the clutter of footsteps and the sound of the horn are mixed with the commanding voices of the officers: "Don't be afraid, you are the people of the empire, the princess / duke is watching us, move forward! Keep moving!"

Just a moment of confusion, legionnaires and phalanx infantry quickly recovered from the fear of fire and explosions-the elite reloaded infantry from Bayern and Sackland were not good at projecting weapons, flames and explosions. Unfamiliar, this sound will not let their morale collapse.

What's more, these long-range projectile weapons have a characteristic, that is, the quasi-head is quite poor; apart from 500 steps, it is a highland hitting a slope; the probability of being hit and killed is very small, and the intimidation effect is far greater than the killing effect.

Looking at the front that just continued to move for a moment, Anson Zade's mouth showed a cruel smile.

After a short while, dozens of beams of light rose above the high ground.

"Boom ———————————— !!!!!!”

The thunder exploded, and the fire burst.

The only difference is that this time it was mixed with the screams of the soldiers.

In the thunder, the "beam of light" that fell from the sky turned into a "rain of light" falling over the legion; the sudden changes made the compact square no chance of any reaction; in an instant, the front array had become a piece Sea of ​​fire.

The panic-screamed screams were mixed with officers asking for "offensive" commands over and over again, but the soldiers lit by the fire had long forgotten what the command was and fled to the rear of the front desperately; while panic wanted to avoid the flames The soldiers made a mess of the original tight formation;

When the soldiers who wanted to escape rushed across the front, they desperately found that there was already a sea of ​​fire behind them-they were already trapped on the hillside of the highland.

Burned to death, roasted to death, trampled to death, killed ... has become a fiery highland battlefield, and panic is greatly eroding the morale of the imperial soldiers; and when they finally come back, they do n’t The roar of the Azore elves had been heard in the distance.

"Draw a knife-meet the enemy, kill ----- !!!"

Elves and samurai wielding long swords attacked the imperial soldiers who were struggling in the sea of ​​fire from the top.

"The enemy is attacking! Array-Array!"

In the chaotic front, the knights and officers shouted hurriedly. The hoarse voice still desperately maintained order, and led the soldiers beside them to form a shield wall.

"Dang ———— !!!!!!"

On the hillside where the cries of killing echoed, the sound of collision between the war halberd and the long sword one after another.

Stepping on the land stained with fire, the elf warriors rolled back and forth like waves of life, rushing down from the high ground, washing the sturdy imperial shield wall.

Compared with the scattered Azore warriors, the imperial soldiers who form a tight shield not only have the formation advantage, but also have absolute strength advantages-even if the total strength is inferior to the enemy, but they can invest on the same front The military strength is definitely more on the empire side.

And their mission is also very simple, that is, to be crucified on the hillside anyway, so that the enemy forces on the high ground cannot threaten the flanks of the attacking tidal flats and highway troops; at the same time, surround the enemy and let this most powerful elf warrior army Unable to cross the battlefield, threatening the heavy teams on the back.

Sounds very simple, but in reality it is extremely difficult-fighting on a slope, attacking a tightly defensive position from top to bottom, such heavy casualties are almost inevitable.

However, no matter what happens, the mid-line army can never retreat or collapse, crucified on the hillside of the highland, neither ask for advance nor retreat, and bite the enemy, even if it is a victory!

In spite of this, this does not mean that every officer thinks he should be beaten and not fight back—especially for the Baine Corps, it is their normal behavior to constantly attack and kill the enemy.

"Dang——!"

Three long swords hit the sword of both hands and big swords at the same time. The elf warriors with shocks written on their faces felt the power from the knife handle, and there was a tendency to be suppressed.

How is this possible, a human being ...

"Surp it ~ www.readwn.com ~ Lord Rabbit with long ears ..." The Earl of Shan Yanbao gritted his teeth and gritted, but the greasy smile was really terrible:

"Do not be scared to death!"

The moment the fire was spitting, the three-handed long knife was bounced off by the big sword, and the stunned elf warriors retreated.

Then they saw the imperial man in front of him with a full body of leather armor and wielding a large sword, rushed at a speed that was completely incompatible with his body shape, and his vicious eyes seemed to be human devouring beasts.

"Poof--!"

The fallen sword was parried by a long knife, but he failed to block the strength of the Earl of Shanyanbao and was killed by death.

The panicked second elf warrior was too late to dodge, and the big sword had penetrated his chest.

But in this way, his weapon was also stuck on the body and could not be pulled out.

This is a good opportunity!

The third elf warrior didn't have time to show his excited expression. When his pupils shrank, he saw the beast-like mountain rock castle Earl's two-handed sword, dragging his robe's corpse, and splitting the big sword towards himself.

"Poof--!"

The third slash, two bodies from top to bottom, were divided into two by the sword.

The blood-stained Earl of Shanyanbao gasped and raised his scarlet blade above his head:

"Bai Ren people-"

"Follow me to kill the enemy-!"

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