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The stalemate on the battlefield lasted for some time, and thanks to Edie's correct advice, although the losses were not light, the Chinese army finally managed to block the attack of the Hossent Halberd Corps.

Brent was on the high ground observing the battlefield, and since Truman's central army was not moving, it was impossible for him to send out the elite corps on the flanks. However, this decision required great courage, because when Helrington sent out the Templars, the Chinese front, which had been so difficult to stabilize, was again invincible.

"Time, I need more time!" he was so nervous that his palms were sweaty, but on the surface he was still calm and calm.

Brent felt like he was dancing with death or racing against time. He must pray that his weak Chinese army will buy him more time and be able to nail Truman's Chinese army firmly in the quagmire of the battlefield. Otherwise, everything is in vain.

On the battlefield, a few hundred meters to the west from the point of confrontation, it is a purgatory of blood and corpses. Everybody is here to fight, either for glory, or for survival, or for something else, and their lives are at stake on the scales.

Someone dies every moment, you just take out an enemy, and the next, you're dragged into hell by a weapon that came out of nowhere. The only people they can trust are themselves and their companions.

The royal knights of Erosa are also fighting on the front line, and the most elite legion of the San Lorenzo Empire has shown great combat effectiveness. It often takes ten years or more to train a qualified royal knight, and it takes countless resources.

They were not only soldiers, but also qualified commanders, and it was because of them that the weak Chinese army of Losente could hold out to such a point.

The Elite of the Temple and the Royal Knights are entangled in a battle between them, and both sides are also professionals of considerable strength. The knight withstood the mace's attack diagonally with his kite-shaped shield, and then counterattacked his opponent in a simple but swift stance, and in just three rounds, the temple elite who was similar to his strength was stabbed in the chest and fell to the ground screaming.

This is the Royal Knights of Erossa, who are different from the Templars who excel in skirmishes, and the more experienced knights know how to use every physical strength on the battlefield wisely, and they also know how to protect themselves and deal with enemies more efficiently.

However, in the next second, the knight, who had killed at least five of the temple's elites with high efficiency, was cut in half by a silver light.

"Damn the Royal Knight of Erosa!" Herrington wiped the blood from her face and smacked her dry mouth.

It was precisely because of the presence of these elite knights that his troops advanced so hard. It was a defensive line that seemed to be broken at the first stab, but under their command and participation, it became difficult to break through, although every impact seemed crumbling.

However, Herrington could not participate in the war as desperately as before, and he had to conserve his physical and magical energy, because he knew that there was a strong enemy on the other side that had to deal with it.

What's even more ridiculous is that that strong enemy is actually just a master of the eight rings.

Smelling the blood on the battlefield but having to restrain his desire to kill, this made Helrington even more irritable and irritable in the battlefield, and he shouted orders to his subordinates, "Keep the assault! Kill these damned infidels!"

With his encouragement and orders, the Templars seemed to lift their spirits, and they pushed the line forward for another ten or so meters. However, the good times did not last long, and then, the front that seemed to be broken at the first stab was crumbling again, but it was irritatingly stable.

In the eastern formation, Truman also saw Helrington's embarrassment, and he calmly observed the situation on the battlefield at the urging of Officer Hostent, and to be honest, the tenacity of the Lossant army was really beyond his expectations.

You know, this is a ragtag army composed of a group of remnants of defeated soldiers.

"Legionnaire Commander!" his lieutenant looked embarrassed, "don't we need to support Lord Hrington? ”

- What if another fire doesn't break through?

The thought flashed through Truman's mind, and he didn't even pay attention to the slight sense of crisis in his mind. The situation on the battlefield did not seem easy, but it was advantageous, and Truman focused on observing the changes on both flanks of the Rocente Legion, and when he did not notice anything unusual, he decided to send a new reserve into the field.

Of course, he guessed what Burnt was up to, but until this time, Truman thought that Valent was whimsical.

"Order the 1st Halberd Corps and the 1st and 2nd Heavy Infantry Regiments to support!

Three corps, totaling 15,000 troops, began to enter the battlefield. Brent was the first to detect his opponent's movements, and he could no longer hide his inner excitement, observing the changes in the battlefield intently.

"It's coming! the time for the final battle!" For a moment, he wanted to order the elites on both flanks to begin to outflank and suppress, but he restrained this urge with great willpower.

The Chinese army is a decoy, including himself. Brent knew that the best time had not yet come, and that he had to wait for the Hosente army to be completely entangled by the Chinese army before he could send his flank army.

Both sides of this battle are in a race against time. Whether Truman broke through his center first and checkmated himself, or did Brent's flank army outflank him first, giving the other side the commander the head? The two sides as the main generals must fight wits and courage in this chess game with human life as the chessboard, and even the two sides as the main generals are just an important chess piece in this bloody chessboard.

Fifteen thousand fresh forces soon approached the battlefield, and the already shaky front could no longer hold out after being attacked by the new forces. Small-scale chaos began in one corner of the front, and then soon spread and expanded.

Brent immediately ordered, "Order the crossbowmen to return to their positions and line up on the high ground to prepare for defense." Order the Fourth and Fifth Reserve Corps to attack, and make sure not to let the rout spread!"

Brent knew that it would be a matter of time before the Chinese army was broken through, but he could not tolerate a major rout. The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and good generals must be flexible and correct when the situation shows signs, otherwise once the rout appears, the low morale and the backward soldiers can easily trigger a rout on the whole line.

The 4th and 5th Reserve Corps soon reached the breach, and the addition of fresh forces effectively halted the rout, which showed signs of spreading, but the front was inevitably retreating towards its own position. It looks like it won't be long before the front will be pushed to its own front.

Brent silently counted the forces on Hostent's side, and in addition to the initial assault corps and the 15,000 troops as a new force, Truman probably had 12,000 reserves. The old fox, who had grown so much, could never use all his troops, and he was also guarding against Brent's flank army.

- We can't hope that Truman will continue to send out reserve legions, and we must make a decision!

Brent opened his eyes and saw that a Temple elite had finally reached the last line of defense!

"Order! The flank corps is dispatched to prepare to flank and divide the enemy's forces-"