Wizard From Afar

The blood is red on the day of the fire.

The moment five thousand silver armored knights entered the centaur formation, the entire battlefield was instantly disturbed by all split up and in pieces, which was chaotic; under the slow advancement of the infantry phalanx, the battlefield was responsible for interception The centaur side of the army has been completely frightened, and the pig rushes to the wolf without knowing why.

After the projected position was destroyed, the main force of the half-man Ma Dajun went to the Four Banners, especially the Chiyan Banner and Hankong Banner, which were still fighting hard and fighting, and stopped the Silver Armored Cavalry’s charge. momentum.

Under the circumstances that he was still unable to tear apart the enemy array, Sete Braha had to choose to break through; but he was greeted by all directions, and the roaring guns—the centaur seemed to have Completely disregarding his own life and death, in order to shoot a silver armored rider, he even dared to shoot directly from behind his robe.

In the chaotic battlefield, there are constantly Yinjiaxiao riding on a falling horse to death, and the blood-stained Braha count can only gritted his teeth and pulled out the javelin that penetrated his ribs, shouting hard, trying to get as much as possible. The cavalry gathered around him.

However, just as the Boys are very aware of the threat of reloading the centaur, the centaur also knows what terrifying consequences will be caused if the silver armored riders break through.

Thousands of the Chiyan Banner and Hankong Banner Centaur, just like the same bloody and courageous Poi Hussars before, forcibly blocked the charge of the Silver Armored Cavalry from the front.

Under the continuous and violent collisions, the centaur was constantly hit and flew, or the Knight's sword that was smashed from the side was decapitated and broken; there were also silver-armored riders who were dragged off their horses, on both sides Under his horse's hoof, he was trampled into fleshy flesh.

But this is enough, this is enough.

Set Braha, who was soaked in blood and still trying to charge, thought so.

Only the elite main force of the five thousand silver armored riders dragging the half-man horse and the Four Banners bis is enough to reverse the strength of the battlefield... And with the central army being restrained, the enemy can enter the battlefield. The troops will also be extremely limited.

As long as he persists, Duke Laszlo Varna can win this war.

He knew that he brought these five thousand brothers to death simply; since it is death, it must be worthwhile to pave the way to victory with flesh and blood.

Even if...you have to lose your life!

"The warrior of the big green sea, charge with me——!"

Blaha count, with his terrifying expression, threw away the broken long spear in his hand, and shot out with a long knife Sheath; the centaur who rushed towards him with the sword in his hand and swinging his tomahawk has fallen to the ground.

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

At the same time, the defeated centaur army regrouped and rushed into the battlefield. Iraq’s long spear phalanx fought; and constantly tried its best to get around the front, tearing the front line of the Boi army.

At first the long spear phalanx could barely cope with it, but more and more enemies became more and more fierce and undaunted; a dozen or even dozens of centaur wielding a long-handled axe could Directly rush the spear formation and the infantry perish together, but also to tear a gap.

After losing nearly half of Legion’s strength one after another, Harimvan Azhamah had to order the phalanx to stabilize its position and stop attacking.

This Alchemy Master is not the real commander after all. There is no Grand Duke Varna who can watch the soldiers die... Besides, the phalanx line that can continue to advance has become the key to stable victory. Can't afford the loss at all.

With the stagnation of the frontal battlefield, the entire battle began to enter a stalemate; just as the phalanx infantry began to stabilize the position, the main force of the hussars of the Boi army also began to advance, starting from the phalanx. The gap and the two wings launched a charge, gradually and steadily defeating the enemy's frontal army.

With the help of a solid line of troops, Grand Duke Laszlo Varna was finally able to gradually shrink the battlefield, squeezing the living space of the half-man Ma Dajun, allowing them to rush forward, even a little bit. The range of maneuvering is not there.

It was originally a mobile warfare that should be dominated by cavalry, but in the end it turned into a positional warfare of attack and annihilation-and the phalanx infantry, whose appearance is not good, and whose strength is even more uniform, has become this war. The top priority.

As long as the half-man Ma Dajun cannot break the long spear phalanx, they cannot cause substantial damage to the Boi army; and if they want to break the phalanx, they must attack the two wings, but they will encounter waves again. The main force of Iraq's hussars.

Yes, this is an endless loop.

This is the real layout of Laszlo Varna... The centaur barbarians never imagined that as the leader of the horseback people, they would use the tactics of the phalanx infantry as the main force. This victory!

Ten thousand heavy-loaded centaur elite die without a burial site; the expensive projectile weapon position was completely destroyed by the silver-armored hussars, the elite main force was pinned down, and the only remaining soldiers in the front were another time. Unable to break the long spear phalanx.

Centaur barbarians, I really want to ask you in person, may I ask...

What are you going to win against me? !

The sun rising high in the sky gradually sinks to the west, leaving a long shadow on Laszlo Varna’s hideous face;

As the battle gradually enters the anxiety, Unconsciously, even the sound of fighting sounded tired; there were envoys waving flags galloping on the battlefield, conveying the battle situation on the front line to the ears of the Duke of Boye.

The advancement of the front line also caused the wounded soldiers to be sent back from the front line. The screams and wailings one after another almost covered the voices of shouting and fighting in the distant battlefield;

But Laszlo Varna, who is standing under the scimitar steed, is still coldly looking at the battlefield filled with smoke and blood, coldly watching the warriors on both sides fighting on the bones of each other’s robes, from start to finish completely motionless.

He is waiting, waiting for the enemy first.

The battle has progressed from morning to evening. The frontline warriors on both sides have fought fiercely for no less than six or seven hours. Their physical strength and morale have reached their limits. The army and corpses that have been fighting have almost filled the entire battlefield. There is no more space to fill the new army.

Under this tragic and peaceful fight, there is only one way to break the deadlock... mobilize all the remaining troops and launch a full-scale attack.

But this is just like a gambler who has placed the last bargaining chip at the table, as long as the expected effect is not reaped, or his offensive is blocked, then he will face the enemy next The counterattack of the new force.

So Laszlo Varna decided to wait until the enemy couldn't help it... After smashing five thousand silver armored knights, he no longer had the trump card in his hand that could reverse the situation, and his subordinates The number of hussars is also far less than that of centaurs.

So come, you beast, come with me and give it a go.

At this moment...

"Kill the two-legged people——————————!!!"

It's like a flat ground Thunder, the centaur roar sounded at the other end of the battlefield.

The Grand Duke of Varna eyes shrank.

The roar of horseshoes sounded with the continuous battle howl, the densely packed Ma Dajun, half-man like the ocean, poured down like a flood on the breakthrough dyke, and rushed unstoppably towards the Boyi army. Line of soldiers.

On the distant battlefield, the silhouettes of the silver armored riders fighting in blood have disappeared without a trace.

"It's now--!"

The excited Laszlo Varna was almost mad, excitedly raised his "Iron Cavalier" long knife, turned his horse's head and rushed behind him. ; The army of 40,000 hussars who have been waiting for a whole day is staying there.

This elite who should have been on the battlefield a long time ago was held back by him until this moment.

"Boy's sons--!"

The excitement of the Grand Duke Varna shocked the hussars and looked at the old and vigorous silhouette. .

"The last strength of the enemy has rushed towards us. This is the last counterattack of the barbarians, the last struggle before their death; they want to use such an imposing manner to frighten us and defeat us. "

"Tell me, can they?!"

"No——————!!!!!!"

Unwilling and angry roar The sound resounded through the sky.

"Now is the time for a showdown, now is the time to die for Boye!" Raising the long knife, Laszlo Varna tightened the reins and raised the front hoof mount moved towards the battlefield Galloping in the direction of:

"Boyes——death with me——!"

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

next moment, all the Boys drew out their sabers one after another, followed the silhouette of the Grand Duke Varna, and rushed towards the battlefield.

The last power of the Boyi and the Centaur rushed to the battlefield unreservedly, toward each other.

I won.

Even if the centaur Khan on the opposite side can still have 100,000 soldiers in his hands, even if they can go to death under the rain of fire like the elite centaur before, it is also destined to be impossible to reverse the battle.

Because war has never been a number game, it has never been someone who has more troops and will definitely win.

War is a game of confidence and advantage.

Who can always control the situation, who can make his army always believe that they are the destined to win, who can make the warriors fall to the ground at the moment, do not forget to shout and fight... who Whoever can win is the winner!

In this final offensive, the half-man Ma Dajun blocked by the long spear phalanx instantly became all split up and in pieces, chaotic and fighting each other; the hussars took advantage of the situation Constantly tore one gap after another, and drove straight in; the gap continued to expand, and then expanded... until the entire centaur formation was completely penetrated!

And the centaur still has no posture of surrender or defeat, even if the front is collapsed, they are still fighting desperately... but it is not enough to reverse the situation.

Gradually, the confrontation of the battle from the very beginning turned into a one-sided slaughter; the entire centaur army was slaughtered to death, and the hussars who charged back and forth aimed their targets at the beginning. Centaur remnant who turned and fleeed.

However, the victory that was almost within reach made a sense of strangeness begin to surge in the heart of Duke Varna.

Something is wrong.

The whole battle from beginning to end...he never saw the banner of the Great Khan Centaur, let alone his silhouette.

Even at the moment of the final charge, it never appeared.

But how is it possible?

An army, an army that is as large as tens of thousands or even tens of thousands, the commander must be the most conspicuous one-otherwise, how can he make the warriors brave the battle? , How to command his army?

So why, why is the Centaur Khan not on the battlefield?

Which Knight was he killed? Then why did the centaur army not collapse, and can even continue to fight until now?

Why is this? !

"The Duke! The Duke——!!!"

Rapid shouts rang out from behind, and Laszlo Varna turned around and saw the emotions The Master Azamae was rushing towards him.

The next second, his eyes shrank instinctively.

Although I didn't see it clearly, I could only perceive it vaguely... but there was indeed an unknown omen, as if a huge black shadow was approaching from the back of the battlefield.

so that's how it is …Is it the enemy’s ambush? I waited until this moment to actually launch it, but why didn’t I have any scouts before…

" A centaur, they are alive again!!!"

The master of the Ashmael, who desperately suppressed the tremor in his voice, and his face was full of fear and shock, threw himself in front of the Duke:

"I don't know how they did it, but the centaur is no longer a living thing, but a monster twisted by the void. He...they are slaughtering our warrior!"

What? !

Grand Duke Varna's eyes opened to the fullest.

Blood spurts, broken limbs are broken, and heads fall to the ground.

It was just a blink of an eye. Suddenly, the reloaded "Centaur" who should have died from behind suddenly slaughtered the Poi warriors who were fighting to their deaths.

But no matter how desperately they fight, even if they use sabers and long spears to penetrate the enemy's heart, these "monsters" can still continue to slaughter and gradually collapse like nothing has happened. Front.

The entire back line of the battlefield has been completely reduced to a slaughterhouse. Accompanied by the sound of mournful scream, one after another weird and hideous shadows wailed in terror. Rolling".

Until this moment, Laszlo Varna really saw the appearance of those terrifying monsters.

And when his gaze crossed the battlefield behind him, another dark figure appeared at the end of the horizon...Even if he couldn't see clearly, he immediately guessed who it was.

The Great Khan of the Centaur tribe, the owner of the Chiyan Banner, Chakar.

"Chacal——!!!"

Varner roared hoarsely, his red eyes could not express his anger at the moment.

"Duke, Duke, we must retreat!" The Ashamed Master on the side hurriedly grabbed him and shouted desperately: "It's too late to retreat, otherwise if the enemy still hides ambushes, the whole army will go up and down. A hundred thousand people including you are really going to die without a burial site!"

"Escape, where to escape?!" However, Duke Varna just stared at him fiercely: "Now it is a burial site. In the battle, once we retreat, it will become a rout across the board. We really have no chance!"

After that, Laszlo Varna once again raised the "iron cavalry" long knife in his hand. , Crying desolately:

"Boy’s sons—follow me to die—!!!"

The moment the voice fell, there were countless people behind Boye’s army. The terrifying roar sounded through the entire battlefield, and thousands of centaur warriors poured down like a torrent!