The "news" that pirates and barbarians will be the first to enter Twilight Town will spread throughout the Silver Ring Alliance.

Compared with the regular armies of the Northern Legion and the Southern Legion, the nobles were obviously more anxious about this brazen behavior. In their opinion, the victory against the attack on Twilight Town is unquestionable, and the key lies in how the spoils are distributed. Although it was agreed in advance that the Silver Ring army and the pirate barbarians would be divided equally, it was a practice for thousands of years that the first to arrive, no matter who it was, whether it was open or private, would always take more of the possessions than others. Seeing that the fat meat in the mouth was actually about to be robbed by a group of pirates and barbarians who were the first to ascend, how could the greedy nobles endure it?

As a result, a peculiar landscape appeared on the marching route. In the front part of the army, the nobles with their private soldiers rushed to the front, lured by wealth, the Southern and Northern legions, at the urging of Commander Roderick, marched in the middle, and the rear of the coalition army consisted of baggage teams and logistics regiments.

At the beginning, these three sections of troops maintained a relatively safe distance from each other, sending heralds to check each other's situation at regular intervals, and scouts were constantly probing the surrounding situation.

But as time went on and the dreary march deepened, the distance between the troop sections grew, and the heralds and scouts faded away, and everyone from the commander to the men had only one thought on their minds - why hadn't the damn Twilight Town arrived yet?

By noon on the fourth day, the three-day march had exhausted almost every soldier's stamina, and the whole army was sleepy. The distance between the front and middle sections of the coalition forces has widened to 7.5 kilometers, and the vanguard troops at the front of the middle section can not even see the dust raised by the troops in the front section as far as the eye can see.

As an "Inheritor" scout, Edgar implanted a new ability in Todd's lab a few days ago - "Chameleon Camouflage", which allows him to get closer to enemy forces without being detected.

He ran low on the plains at full speed until he came to the woods under a mound and found Cumberland, who was eating bread with a water bag.

The old knight wiped his mouth when he saw the returning scout, handed the food and water in his hand to the other party, and waited for the report.

Edgar, who hadn't eaten for most of the day, had no intention of being polite, and took the bread and water and began to eat and drink. After a while, the scout, who had a slightly better stomach, said to the old knight, "The enemy is divided into three parts, the first ones are different in clothes, armor, weapons, and insignia, and they look like they are in a mess, and those in the middle are obviously regular soldiers, by the way! I have heard someone call a man named Roderick the commander......

"Marquis Roderick, that arrogant bastard?" Cumberland rubbed his hands together happily and smiled, "This is a great thing for us. ”

"My lord, you can already see the advance of the coalition forces. ”

Cumberland listened to the report of his subordinates and waved his hand indifferently: "Let them go, our target is the enemy's commander." ”

Huggins, dressed in full armor, walked over with twelve of his subordinates and asked Cumberland, "Commander, when are we going to strike?"

The old man didn't answer his question, but stared at the thirteen cavalrymen in front of him who had hidden their bodies under their armor, and said, "I heard from the chief commander that you have a secret weapon to defeat the enemy with one blow?" ”

Huggins shook his head, helplessness in his voice: "My lord, believe me, you will regret it when you see it." ”

Cumberland said nonchalantly: "Since the chief commander has said that it is a secret weapon, then I will no longer force the answer." I ask you and your men to attack the Coalition's Commander's Guard directly from the northeast while I lead my troops to attract the enemy's attention. Remember, you only have one chance! If you fail, I will have to take a strong attack to crush this force. ”

Huggins placed his fist on his chest, patted the armor on his heart, and nodded heavily.

Half an hour later, the middle section of the Silver Ring Coalition appeared.

Looking down from the sky, the front of the middle force was the Northern Corps, and the rear was the Southern Corps, and the Marquis Roderick's guard was sandwiched in the middle.

Cumberland turned his horse behind the mound, looked at the subordinates behind him who had been born and died with him countless times, did not say too much, just struck the shield with the hilt of his sword, and shouted: "Attack!"

The cavalry and sergeants, who were ready to go, raised their weapons, took a step, and swept towards the enemy in front of them like a tsunami.

A long, high-pitched whistle resounded across the battlefield.

"Enemy attack!"

The first battle of the Battle of the Twilight was fought.

After a rain of arrows from both sides, the two armies collided together without any fancy fancy, shields smashed against shields, blades slashed at armor, and a loud and piercing sound of metal crashing was heard.

Cumberland chose the point of attack at the junction of the formations of the Southern Army and the Northern Army, and placed the main attack force more on the Northern Army. This was done partly because the two legions, which were still unfamiliar with each other, were more effective in attacking from the junction, and partly because there were many people in the Southern legions, who had once belonged to the same unit as their own, and who might not be able to exert their best in battle.

As he expected, the soldiers of the Southern Legion, after recognizing these familiar faces on the opposite side, immediately adopted the thunderous and rainy attack method, roaring louder than anyone else, but their steps retreated, and the blades struck more of their own shields.

Marquis Roderick looked at the battle situation in front of him, trembling with fright, and he shouted to the herald, "Tell those goddamn bastards in front!

Just as the herald had left, the sound of horses' hooves roared from the northeast of the battlefield.

Thirteen knights, in a uniform line, no horse behind or forward, the knight's spear raised to the same height, without any trembling, always pointing straight ahead, the horse's hooves stepping out and lifting, the same rhythm, the same amplitude.

After a brief distraction from this strange scene, the company commanders of the Southern and Northern Legions finally remembered their duties and shouted, "Archer!"

Hundreds of bows were raised, and arrows glowing with black iron were aimed at the galloping knights.

"Shoot the arrows!"

With the sound of the bowstring breaking through the air, a dense rain of arrows shot into the air.

To everyone's surprise, the knights' horses accelerated, and the arrows that landed were left behind them. The speed grew faster and faster, until the remnants of the horse's hooves were impossible to discern even with the naked eye.

The distance of more than 500 meters only took a dozen seconds. The archers didn't even have time to withdraw into battle when they saw the figure of the war horse appear in front of them.

Bang.

The knights crashed into the Legion like a flaming sledgehammer into the tattered wood. An infantry man in heavy armor armed with a tower shield was directly knocked into the air, flew backwards more than six meters, knocked down more than a dozen soldiers, and slid to the feet of Marquis Roderick.

Huggins tapped his mount under him, and his horse leaped into the air. Jumping into the Captain's Guard, he raised his spear, swept out, knocked the four Guard Knights in front of him to the ground, and then reached out and grabbed it, and the commander of the Silver Ring Alliance, Marquis Roderick, was dragged by him to his horse......

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Forty minutes later.

In the other corner of the battlefield, Count Emerson followed the baggage convoy and slowly moved forward. Suddenly, I noticed a group of soldiers running past me.

The Count grabbed one of them, and after identifying it, he shouted, "I remember that you are from the Northern Legion! What are you doing?!

The soldier's eyes lost focus, and he said to himself in a mental disorder: "They ride the war horses of hell, and their strength is infinite, and they can't kill with crossbow arrows, and they can't kill with spears......

The soldier grabbed the earl's arm, stared into the other's eyes, and repeatedly roared, "Monster!

Count Emerson pushed the other side, looked into the distance, and ordered in a loud voice: "All obey my orders! Knock down the carriage and form a chariot formation! The archers are in the center, and the spearmen are out. ”

The soldiers in the rear of the coalition army quickly moved into action, and they dragged the wagons loaded with heavy goods to the positions connected to each other, and several people worked together to overturn the body of the cart to form a "circle fortress".

More and more soldiers fled from the front to the back, and under the loud call of Count Emerson, some joined the "circle formation", but more people who lost their fighting spirit fled the battlefield one by one.

Emerson glanced at the soldiers around him, everyone with panic and unease on their faces, and he calmly stroked his mustache with his thumb and forefinger, but he was thinking about what was happening on the battlefield ahead.

Finally, on the distant horizon, an infantry phalanx appeared. Emerson squinted, in the commander's position, the armor, the horse, he seemed to know.

When the infantry regiment got closer, and the commander of the opposing side took off his helmet, the Count finally saw a man he knew all too well.

"Cumberland ......"

The silver-haired old man, covered in blood from head to toe, looked at the familiar face in the "car array", was stunned for a moment, and said in his mouth: "Lord Earl Emerson?"

Two old men who used to be bosses and subordinates, in a dramatic way, meet again on the battlefield.

"The matter between Queen Mary and the Chief Knight Herman is a mistake made by the kingdom. ”

To Cumberland's surprise, the first thing Earl Emerson said was this.

The old knight's face was as pale as water: "That's a thing of the past, I don't want to mention it on the battlefield." We know each other so well, why don't we save all that bullshit that persuades us to surrender?"

"I agree. Emerson took the helmet from his subordinate.

Cumberland commanded his troops to begin to advance, and he was familiar with the tactics of the other side, and tentatively carried out several attacks.

As he expected, the earl defended the entire "Che Array Fortress" impenetrable, with bows, arrows, crossbows, and spears, forming several layers of deep attack surfaces. In addition, the convoy was originally loaded with the baggage and supplies of the Silver Ring Alliance, food, water, and ammunition, which were inexhaustible, and if Emerson was willing, he could even set up tents and build camps in the "car array" to garrison them for a long time.

Cumberland looked at the dense tail of arrows stuck in the shield, frowned and commanded the troops to retreat, and secretly cursed in his mouth: "Old turtle ......"

"Lord Count, the enemy has retreated!"

Listening to the joyful shouts of his subordinates, Emerson's face was not half relaxed: "If the enemy has fire starters on hand, or temporarily builds siege devices, it will be difficult to hold this 'car formation', all I can do now is to delay the time and let more people escape back to the royal capital......"

Before the Count could finish speaking, there was a sudden cheer from the enemy's camp.

Thirteen knights appeared from a distance, their armor covered with scars of various sizes, and their posture was less like a charge than a military parade.

At this moment, the soldiers who escaped from the front in the "car formation" lowered their weapons and retreated in fear, and Emerson realized that the "monster" in their mouth had appeared......

Soon, the Count proved with his own eyes how terrible these knights were, and their bows, arrows, crossbows, and spears pierced into their armor without causing any damage. These enemies with great strength can grab their spears and pull their soldiers out of the "car formation" alive.

Seeing several knights crash the carriage to the ground, Emerson had to take the risk and use his last weapon: "Throw out the kerosene canist!"

Accompanied by the pungent smell and scorching red flames, a two-meter-high wall of fire rose in front of the "car array". The knights' horses were startled by the fierce fire, and they stood up and neighed back.

Just when the defenders thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, the captains of the thirteen knights turned over and dismounted, and came to the wall of fire under the gaze of everyone on the battlefield. I saw him kneeling on one knee, his hands stretched out to the burning ground, and the fire that soared into the sky instantly decreased.

The stunned soldier looked at the pale-faced Earl of Emerson, "My lord, what should we do?"

The old man smiled bitterly, "What else can I do? Surrender......