Wizard From Afar

In the imperial cabinet of the Sky Palace, Brandon and Eckhart Dessalion sat facing each other, with two pairs of bright red eyes either nervous or looking indifferently The chessboard placed in the center of the two.

Thirty-two sons, sixty-four grids, each in black and white.

The "humiliated prince" expression with his pupils widened completely disappeared from the randomness of the past, nervous and almost trance; the fiery red hair sticks to the forehead wet, and the sweat from the temples is still constantly changing. Glide across the sides of the cheeks.

The air is as depressed and heavy as the substance.

The joke from the very beginning became more and more serious later; Brandon knows that the Imperial Father is absolutely serious-if he loses, he will definitely kill himself on the chessboard Same, without leaving any affection.

Today is the 100th round...and the last round for two people.

As of yesterday, his "brilliant record" was zero wins, ninety-nine losses...all of them were complete defeats.

It is impossible to win at all!

Eckhardt II, his great Imperial Father, his chess skills are not...not chess skills, but he has already seen himself thoroughly, and he can know his thoughts as soon as he raises his hand , Tactics, layout.

Sixty-four grids on the chessboard, ninety-nine rounds of defeat, I can not see the slightest dawn of victory.

"Are you ready?" Eckhart II's urging voice sounded in my ears: "I only give you half a day...If the time limit is exceeded, even if you abstain."

"Meternich is right outside the door, he will open this door at noon; and I will tell him to deprive you of all your rights, and at the same time conquer the big green sea!"

Difficult lifts the head, Brandon gasped very heavily, but still raised the corners of his mouth unconvincedly, and fell out one by one from his teeth:

"Let's start!"

" Very good!"

Eckhart's unprepared decisiveness caused Brandon to tremble, and only saw the vigorous right hand rise and fall in a daze.

The next second, White's Knight knocked heavily on the board.

"pa ——!"

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" Kill————————!!!"

The cry resounding through Heaven and Earth, accompanied by countless iron cavalry beatings echoing on the vast prairie; the rushing torrent rolled up There were waves of black, imposing manner like a rainbow.

Just like the traditional heavy infantry in the plains and hilly areas, using shield walls and lance phalanx to compete with each other; the battle on the grassland also follows some ancient "war" originating from grassland hunting. law".

The first to meet the enemy is always the light cavalry maneuvering towards the enemy’s wings, constantly harassing and enclosing the enemy’s maneuvering space, and testing the enemy’s strengths and weaknesses;

Or use bows and arrows to shoot and shoot the enemy's vital forces, forcing the opponent to launch a general offensive first, and then "seduce" the enemy's elite main force to be forced out of the battlefield to meet the enemy, and then encircle and annihilate.

The party that has the right to maneuver on the two wings can have the largest maneuver space in the entire war. For the grassland battlefield, it is no different from the high ground when the infantry confronts, and the upper air when the battleship confronts. The initiative and absolute advantage can be grasped almost as soon as the war begins.

This complex and simple tactic is almost engraved on the in the bones of Poimman, and it is naturally the first choice of Duke Laszlo Varna.

Therefore, with an order, five thousand elite hussars on each of the two wings simultaneously marched out at the same time, and the left and right formations moved towards the half-man Ma Dajun launched a charge.

However, as a natural cavalryman who is also a member of the Great Green Sea, the Centaur Khan Chakar certainly does not understand the intentions of the Grand Duke Varna.

Hidden in the billowing smoke and dust of the centaur formation also rushed out two "torrents", rushing in with an unstoppable imposing manner and terrifying howls.

Without warning, and without any order, the Boy Hussar and the centaur warrior accelerated their speed and moved towards each other in unison.

"Kill them all, a debt of blood must be paid in blood ——————!!!"

"To kill the two-legged man———— —!!!!"

Amid the roar of cavalry, the cavalry on both sides almost unanimously took out their bows and spears, one after another they opened their bows and arrows, and then there were hundreds of "black shadows". ", the stern whistling sound instantly fell into each other's queue.

"pu ——噗——!"

The screams rang out one after another, and there were wailing centaur and hussars falling to the ground from their respective queues. It disappeared in the middle; immediately after being stepped on by countless iron riders, it quietly turned into pulpy ground meat.

In contrast, the centaur warriors fell to the ground significantly more-except for the spear throwing, almost all the centaur’s arrows fell on the shields of the hussars; and even Most of the arrows that missed were stuck on the armor of the cavalry as long as they were not shot directly or hit the key.

Behind Boye, there is a Byrne Duchy who can support her at no cost; while the Centaur has only a trifling dwarf fortress to provide supplies, plus the "Black Cross" Serel who treats them as consumables. .

In Seror's eyes, both the Silverhelm Mountain dwarves and the centaur are just tools that can be used. Providing supplies is considered "excessive". How can they bother to consider their weapons?

The staggered horseshoes, the arrows and guns of the two sides rained down like a rain, uninterruptedly splashing on each other; the endless billowing smoke and dust continued to leave large patches of scarlet.

After the bow and arrow were projected, both sides did not choose to wander and fight, but at the same time threw away the bow in their hands, roared and drew out the saber and long spear, and directly started the charge!

At a distance of eighty steps, the two torrents have approached in front of them almost instantly, roaring and ramming each other head-on.

"Kill the two-legged man——!"

The moment of fight at close quarters, the first centaur wielding a battle axe directly rushed into the army of Boye Hussars Array; the axe blade that broke the wind directly hit the hussar’s shield; accompanied by the shattering of the shield was the wailing of the hussar’s broken arm and the most stern roar:

"a debt of blood must be paid in blood ——!"

The sharp saber sweeps out of thin air, a splash of blood light is splashed when the knife is dropped, and the centaur’s ferocious face flies along with the head to in midair , And the exhausted hussar fell to the ground at the same time.

The roaring horseshoes have stepped on, and there is no more silhouette of the two of them; the torrent of iron horses has been mixed, and they no longer distinguish each other.

Interspersed, safari, encirclement, raid... Thousands of centaur and Boe hussars strangled together on the two wings of the battlefield, and the enemy and the army lined up constantly. Charge back and forth.

In the violent collision, the formations of both sides have completely collapsed, but they are constantly trying to get around the front and attack the other's wings; countless hussars and centaur From the center of the breakthrough, then to the left and right, and then hit the opposite side of the attacking enemy, and then fight with the new enemy...

The continuous strangulation has completely reduced the two wings of the entire battlefield. Slaughterhouse; the cyan-green grassland has become a "pond" of flesh and blood!

If such a battle continues, there will be no results. It is even more impossible to determine the ownership of maneuvering rights, but completely locks the edge of the battlefield; before the end of this bloody fight, either party will be impossible to circumvent. Open both wings to attack the enemy's back.

However, the two sides who have killed the red eye have no energy to consider these... Whether the centaur or the horseback of Poye, they just want to continue to kill, kill more, and kill them all!

The Grand Duke Laszlo Varna, who is firmly in front of the formation, almost watched 10,000 Poi hussars continuously turning into corpses, and he fought back six times in a row and wanted to support the two wings. The generals, from start to finish, stand still.

The two sides joined on the two wings, and the battlefield has been formed. Both himself and the Centaur Khan can only decide between the two wings. No matter how much force it is, it is impossible to lay a wider front than this.

In this way, the powerful mobility of the Centaur and the Cavalry and the advantage of more than 20,000 troops of their own have been completely wiped out!

As for the ten thousand hussars, in the eyes of Laszlo Varna, there are already ten thousand dead people...Unless the two wings collapse, it is a waste to invest in any army.

I have already landed and played the Number One Blade of this battle; it's up to you next, centaur barbarian!

Come on, take out your ability and let me take a good look, how do you want to fight, and why do you want to beat me? !

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"war chariot? "

Looking at the chessboard on the table indifferently, Eckhardt II gently squeezed the chess piece in his hand: "It's just started, can't you wait to throw in the trump card?"

"It's just because I just started, I should do this...My dear Imperial Father." Wiping off the cold sweat from his forehead, Brandon's face reappeared with a sunny smile:

"When it's in the middle of the game, a trifling war chariot won't be able to bluff people."

Faced with the young son who was smiling brightly, His Majesty the Emperor was still reserved indifferent.

"even more how, which of the sixteen chess pieces is the trump card...it's up to the chess player to decide." With a mouth of white teeth exposed, Brandon, who was raised at the corner of his mouth, played with the black chess in his hand war chariot :

"And my point of view is that there is no difference between chess pieces-paying 14 pieces to give a wargame a chance to be a general is definitely worth it."

"So there is only one trump card, that is victory, that is the general's chess!"

The voice will fall, "pa!" The black chess war chariot knocked out the white chess soldier in the way.

Eckhardt’s eyebrows raised, his scarlet eyes looked at the uninhibited blood pupils, which has several points of playfulness: "You mean... even if it is a king chess, it can be given up?"

"No, no no no...Dear father, please don't set up this kind of language trap for poor son, okay?" Breathing out a long breath, Brandon shrugged:

"It should be that'even chess players' can give up-I am a bad child who does not grow up. Bad children like to play games, and we hate games that are not inviting!"

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"The Duke!"

The surprise of Harinfan Ashamai The voice rang in his ears, but Laszlo Varna was still calm: "Don't be nervous, Master Azama, I saw it."

Speaking, the old man stared at the battlefield with scorching eyes. At the other end of the battle—I don’t know when, all the warriors in the front of the centaur army have been replaced by a full-body leather armor heavy "Knight", and they are coming towards the Pori army on heavy rumbling sound.

Even across the entire battlefield, Grand Duke Varna can see the appearance of these heavily loaded centaurs. Their armor comes from the hands of dwarves, even better than the Byrne Knight armor equipped by the silver armored riders. Also sophisticated;

Heavy dwarf-style tower shield, steel essence forged cavalry-style long halberd, plus fully armed armor... tens of thousands of heavy-duty centaur flickering in the silver light under the sun Seize people.

A full 10,000 reloaded Knights, more than Boye!

Don't look at the "talent" 10,000 people. If this reloaded centaur is charged once, the entire Pomeranian army will collapse instantly, all split up and in pieces.

The Grand Duke of Varna has experienced the "Black Duke" era. He has witnessed the Byrne Legendary countless times. How can he not know what formidable power the heavy cavalry charge is?

"It seems that our opponent is very impatient... I want to spare no effort, and one charge will completely crush our resistance." It is already extremely critical, but Grand Duke Varna is still peaceful:

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"If this is the case, then let us not disappoint the centaur barbarian's kindness, let him lose his money in this gamble, and break his backbone!"

"Duke, Please let me go!" The Grand Duke Varna’s silver armoured riding commander, Seth Bukhara count stood up, his solemn face flashed with endless killing intents:

" For you, for Boye... and for my dead family, your silver armored cavalry will live up to expectations, and use these ten thousand corpses to frighten the centaur barbarians."

"After all, it can completely defeat a cavalry. Of course, there is only another cavalry that is stronger and more elite!"

Looking at Braha Count, who was expressionless, but with raging anger in his words, Harimvan Achamai Master A little worry appeared on his face.

Is it really an appropriate decision to let Braha count, who has just experienced the pain of losing his wife and child, face the elite of the enemy?

"No, no." After hesitating for more than ten seconds, Grand Duke Varna still chose to refuse.

"I didn’t let you go because I didn’t believe you, Braha, you should know that I treat you as my grandchildren." Laszlo Varna sighed then said: "But the silver armor Xiaoqi is our trump card. You are too important. You can only use it at the most critical moment to make a final decision."

Blaha count bowed his head respectfully, but couldn't help gritting his teeth.

"even more how, once you have suffered heavy casualties, who should I rely on to deter 100,000 hussars and make them obedient?" Grand Duke Varna shook his head: "Let the infantry go on. Scrap the enemy's edge and push these barbarians to the ground and beat them fiercely."

"Ashamai, Master, I’m going to trouble you to pass the order again-all the infantry will turn from defense to offense, press the phalanx. Go forward, push me the line of soldiers to the center of the battlefield, and give them some color to see!"

"As you bid!" Nodded hard, the Ashamed Master temporarily assumed the responsibility of the messenger. The voice that is thick enough to be comparable to a bugle shouted:

"Phalanx——Go forward——!!!"

The rapid and loud horn sound is continuous, and it is transmitted in an instant. All over the army.