Everything was as Brent expected.

Shortly after crossing the Tria, the raiding forces encountered an ambush on the way to the Horcent barracks.

First, the fires of the crossbowmen on the hills on both sides, then the various magic of the temple priests, and then the charge of the temple warriors who shouted to kill the heavens. The hussar detachment, which had penetrated deep into it, was attacked and split in two by the waist.

However, Brent, who had expected it, divided the team into two parts, and the only one that was really attacked was the one that was a temptation.

Brent watched as the unstoppable enemy jumped out of the hill where he had been ambushed, and calmly gave orders to the legions.

"Divide fifteen knights and lead two hundred light cavalry to charge into battle to rescue the besieged friendly army. Also, Lord Edie, please lead the royal knights and a hundred light horsemen to hold the shallows, ready to retreat at any time!"

After the two groups had been ordered to leave, Brent led the increasingly overstretched army and said to Charlotte, "What do you think of the image of a timid archduke who wants to save his allies while rescuing his allies with his life?"

"Honestly, it's terrible!" Charlotte stared intently at the battlefield, her eyes showing a little unbearable.

Directly ahead, fifteen knights were leading two hundred light cavalry to charge forward, and the light cavalry skillfully drew javelins from their knapsacks and threw them forward by inertia. However, the effect was not good, and in the face of the magic against the arrows, the two rounds of projection only knocked down a dozen or so Temple warriors.

Then the hussars drew their scimitars, and like a stream of self-strength, they slammed headlong into the immovable reef.

It was a pointless act, the hussars were not the Royal Knights of Erossa, they did not possess the latter's invincible impact. The use of light cavalry was more of a reconnaissance, hunting, and use mobility to fatigue the enemy, and was used in the wrong way by Brent, and their results can be imagined.

The Templar Warrior's formation changed slightly during the first wave, and then quickly rebounded like a spring. On the battlefield, the charging light cavalry was cut off by the powerful Templars, fell off their horses, and then were beheaded in a state of dizziness.

The battlefield was filled with murderous sounds, and the rescue troops sent by Brent were like moths to a fire, and were soon swept into the bloody meat grinder.

It was rare that Helrington did not charge the trap at the first time, and he naturally noticed that all of Lotsunte's raiding troops had not entered the ambush range. There was another crucial reason why he saw the mage who had given him a taste of humiliation.

"That fellow ......," said a cruel glint in his eyes, with a cruelty and banter that no beast possessed, "it was Brent and Charlotte." There are two brushes, but they're just a little tricky. ”

He was referring to Brent's inconsistent performance.

The new king of Locente had been able to detect the ambush in the valley with caution, but then he had used the hussar regiment in the wrong way. This inconsistent performance shows that the other party is a wise politician, but in the military field, he is far from qualified.

-- This is an opportunity! a chance once and for all!

Herrington said to herself in the bottom of her heart. Unbeknownst to him, when he came up with this idea, it also meant that Brent's plan was half successful.

Hairington pointed to where Brent and Charlotte were, and gave orders to his mobile force.

"Charge!

On the battlefield, there was a change on one side of the hill. Some of the Templars did not participate in the encirclement, but charged at the Brent outside like sharp arrows.

"Here they are!" Charlotte pointed to the illusory mirror, "as you might expect, for Herrington!"

"Then what are you waiting for?" said Brent, turning his horse's head, and ordered in a loud voice, "Retreat! Retreat!

With that, he led the remaining three hundred light horsemen to flee in panic towards the shallows, under the escort of the knights.

Brent's light cavalry and Helrington's templar warriors arrived at the shoals one after the other, the latter lacking the necessary horses to hide in the mountains. By the time they reached the shoals, Brent's party had already waded across the river.

Some of the Templars with bows and crossbows fired at the light cavalry of Bandu, but were completely blocked by Charlotte with a spell. Helrington did not pursue alone for the first time, but stood on the shore and watched the situation on the other side.

There was an unobstructed view of the other side of the shoal, and Helrington, who was familiar with the map, remembered that the nearest place on the other side of the river where the army could hide was about ten miles away.

In other words, either Brent didn't have time to place the receiving troops here, or he ambushed the top of the Losente on the opposite shore to lure Harrington into pursuit, and take the opportunity to besiege and kill Harrington.

If he hadn't fought Charlotte, the arrogant Helrington might have had a biased mentality. But now, he only glanced deeply at Brent, who was crossing the river, with a cautious glint in his eyes.

"Go!" he ordered to the right and left, "close the battlefield at once, and there is no need to pursue the fleeing rout." Let the Archbishop lead all the Temple elites and the Halberd Legion that Truman gave me here, and we will take advantage of the situation to cross the river! At the same time, inform Captain Truman and tell him about my plan!"

If the army moves, the Locente legion on the opposite bank will definitely be the first to know the situation and snipe here, and it will be really difficult to successfully occupy a clearing on the opposite side at that time. But since Brent was clever enough to set up an ambush to besiege him, it is no wonder that he Herrington took advantage of the mobile river crossing offensive!

Herrington touched the beard on her lips and smiled coldly, "Are you looking down on me?

As expected, Brent, who had crossed the shallows, joined up with more than 100 of Edie's cavalry, and did not flee immediately, but slowly sorted out his bags and counted the losses on the other side of the river as if provocatively.

Helrington sneered and frowned, the more certain he was now that the purpose of Brent personally leading the troops to attack the ground this time was actually a plan to lure and ambush him.

- It's a pity that Truman reminded me a long time ago.

Helrington endured the provocation of the other party with his anger, and when the Archbishop's temple legion arrived, he immediately ordered the troops to be divided into three groups and began to force the crossing of the river. And he himself, restrained the desire to completely tear the two brothers apart and sat in the rear.

It was only then that the opposing troops panicked, and after two rounds of senseless fire at the river crossing troops, they fled in panic from the opposite bank.

It wasn't until Herington waded through the shallows and stepped onto the west bank of the Tria, making sure that there were no ambushes around him at all, that he opened his mouth in a trance.

Immediately, the anger completely surged into the brain!

"That bastard! There was no ambush at all! He was really defeated!" Herrington felt like a hilarious monkey, being tricked by that foolish man's psychological tactics, "and I was stupidly on the East Coast, missing the opportunity to do it once and for all!"

"Pursue!" Herrington ordered in a loud voice, "Tell Captain Truman that your chance to finish the battle has come!"

"......," reminded the archbishop, enduring the consequences of angering Helrington, "but, that narrow corridor where ambushes can be set up......"

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Herrington turned his head to glare at him, causing the old man, who was accustomed to the wind and rain, to shrink back, "Of course I haven't forgotten that place! But don't forget, if the Brent is really defeated, then when they flee back to their own formation, how much combat strength and morale will they have left after they have been hastily deployed?! Don't forget, they have just lost hundreds of elite light cavalry!"

“…… You're right, since you've thought about it, then I think this is the best chance to do it. ”

The archbishop exhaled and immediately began to deploy the temple.

The timing of the final battle came to him so easily, in a way that Truman had never anticipated. ()

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