The tactics of the Peloponnese, perhaps centuries, or thousands of years later, in the Greek peninsula, must have changed the previous chaotic situation of fighting in a swarm.

So this tactic, which should have been called the Greek phalanx, will only be called the Jutland phalanx from today onwards...... With the blood of the Zealanders and the conquest of the island, the First Baltic Army officially entered everyone's eyes, so that they truly realized that even if they have not experienced many wars, this army must not be underestimated.

"Keep calm, as you did in the previous training. ”

"Don't think about it, your body has memorized everything, obeyed my commands, and followed your feelings. ”

Kane was at the center of the phalanx, coordinating the various fighters and using words to ease their tension, although they had trained this tactic many times in Jutland before, but now it was the first time they had used it in actual combat, and the opponent was still the Sealand who was extremely strong individually.

Even if there was a 1 in 1000 chance of defeat, Kane would not let it happen, because it was not just about victory, survival, but also about the plans of their gods...... It is already an unspeakable shame that even a legendary demigod can't solve it, and if you lose to these disorganized Sealanders, a group of unorganized and undisciplined recruits who have never even experienced war, even if in fact, they are also in the category of recruits.

Forming such a phalanx with spiked turtle shells actually gives up the opportunity to take the initiative to attack, after all, you can't ask the people who crouch down and half-crouch down to be able to charge quickly while maintaining the formation, and you can't force them to use weapons taller than their height to give up the formation to engage in melee combat with the enemy.

With a few long, desolate horns, and twenty meters from each other, the shouting Sealand men attacked first, untying the small axes that hung around their waists and tied them with ropes, and hurled them at the hedgehog, which was made of shields and spears.

This is the habitual tactic of the Scandinavians, whether it is in a defensive battle or an attack, as long as there is enough ammunition and the right distance, these terrible axes will always be the first wave of attacks, which can be written into the textbook, and can be classified as a fixed routine.

The whistling sound of breaking the air was connected, and people couldn't help but recall the continuous rain of arrows created by the Jutlanders just now, but this time the role between attack and defense did change.

"Keep your head down!"

Kane's order reached the ears of the rhinoceros men in due course, and they continued to hold their shields, bowing their heads slightly, protecting their only faces exposed to the air.

Immediately, there is the sound of metals colliding with each other

The Sealand attack failed to break through the Jutland defenses

The whole body is wrapped in a thick layer of solid iron armor, and there is a large shield in his hand, which is not a defense that a flying axe can break...... Of course, if you don't use a throwing axe, you can use a blunt instrument such as a mace, and the effect may be better

A burst of axes passed, and not a single one of the Jutlanders was killed or injured, they still maintained the posture of standing with shields and spears forward, and the dark pupils hidden in the armor made people can't help but sound the moonless night, as if all the light in the world was swallowed up without leakage.

"The fourth platoon, the fifth platoon, the sixth platoon, the guns are ready. ”

"3, 2, 1, throw!"

The Jutlanders, who were in the fourth, fifth, and sixth rows of the phalanx, thrust their spears and shields into the soft sand, and then pulled out a javelin made of iron from behind their backs.

The legions, which would be called the First Baltic Legions, were already equipped with extravagance, iron shields and spears for phalanx combat, a one-handed sword for melee combat, bows and arrows for long-range attacks, and three javelins.

"It's a javelin, it's a javelin, raise a shield, raise a shield quickly. ”

The experience of charging the barracks had given the Sealands some insight into the movements of the Jutlanders, and when they saw them raise their glittering javelins in preparation for throwing, they had already raised their shields and stood in front of them.

Hundreds of javelins, with the sound of the wind, instantly crossed the distance between the two and came to the front of the Sealand people.

However, whether it was the wooden shield wrapped in cowhide or the leather armor on the body, the role of the sharp javelin was very limited, and it did not even need to be thrown, but a very ordinary straight line throw, and at close range, the javelin easily broke through the shields of the Sealanders, pierced their bodies, and brought them blood and death songs.

Because the distance between the two sides was too close, and there was also the reason that the formation was too dense and too crowded to carry out, the Jutland only had time to throw the first round, but this wave of attacks at close range made hundreds of Sealand people lose their combat effectiveness, and there was a vacuum in the Sealand formation.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

The Sealands, who had already rushed to the front, roared in unison, the blood from Scandinavia rushed in the veins, the pale skin became bright red and hot like cooked shrimp, and the Sealands, who had thrown away their shields, charged towards the Jutland at a faster speed.

The strong body, carrying the speed of the charge, slammed straight into the Jutland spear iron shield phalanx, and then ......

Puff puff puff

Blood splattered everywhere, how could the fragile body of human beings resist the sharpness of the iron spear, and the blood holes the size of fists were pierced out of it, and because of the dense formation, the people in front would be pushed forward by the people behind if they wanted to stop, forcing them to crash like sharp spear tips.

The tide of death continued to rise and fall, devouring the lives of the Sealand people one by one, almost blocking the Sealand charge, and forming a wall of corpses in front of the rhinoceros people.

Unfortunately, Jutland's current opponent is not simply an enemy who will run away from blood, death, and fear, but a Scandinavian tribe of Sealands who have the blood of warriors in their blood.

Blood, that's something we take for granted

Death, that's the only way to Valhalla Palace

Fear, the moment the battle began, was completely forgotten

One of the Zealanders who charged on the strongest side had five or six pierced blood holes in his body, and blood was constantly flowing, but even so, he still smiled and shouted meaningless slogans, raised his double-edged axe in his hand, and slammed it the edge of the Jutland shield in front of him.

This was not the end, the shield that was hit by the huge force inevitably shifted slightly, and a Sealand man next to him, who was also mortally wounded, quickly seized this moment of opportunity and stabbed it hard with a two-handed sword.

If the Sealand were now against a human, then his final attack would have been able to achieve results, but unfortunately, even with the last of his strength, the tip of the two-handed sword only pierced the rhinoceros people's heavy armor, and then was blocked by their tough skin.

Perhaps for ordinary recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time, such a brutal engagement is enough to break their hearts, but for the Rhino People, this way of fighting has been engraved in the body of Skaha with brutal training, even if their brains are blank, their bodies will honestly follow the training they have been training and fight.

In the same way, such a terrifying attack efficiency and the cold enemy as a weapon did not frighten the Sealanes behind, and continued to rush forward one after another without knowing fear, and they advanced step by step, in addition to the weapons in their hands, their teeth, nails, and flesh and blood were all used by them.

Like a flesh blender, the Sealands and Jutland maintained a fragile balance, and even though the screams kept coming, even if they could step on their seriously injured but not dead companions from time to time under their feet, the Sealeland people in the distance were still pouring towards this side.

"Hold on, you must not lose to this group of stragglers!"

Kane sweated profusely to encourage the warriors around him, he had already seen that the spears in the front row were beginning to bend and crack in the non-stop charge of the Sealers, and perhaps before long, casualties would appear among the rhinoceros.

Although this is inevitable, no matter how large the gap between the two sides of the fighting, even if it is a one-sided massacre, there will still be casualties.

Tens of thousands of warriors from different camps fought to the death on this small, soft sand, and the pace of their march filled the air with the smell of dust, making both sides of the battle reduce the frequency of their breathing to prevent the smoke from filling their lungs.

"The first one!"

Forcefully stabbed the two-handed sword in his hand through the gap between the armor, the viscous and warm liquid in his hands, and a Sealand man with a piercing spear stuck in his stomach and half of his neck and head left, roared loudly with the only remaining strength.

The Sealand man looked like he was just a child, with fluff on his lips, but it was the Sealand child who had taken the first victory since the Sealand had started the war, and even after a few seconds his body had lost his life and turned cold.

The Jutlanders began to retreat, and the half-crouched men could not continue to maintain that position, so they kept their round shields on their chests, their spears held flat, and the tips of their spears pressed down slightly, and slowly retreated.

This is not a retreat, let alone an escape, but a slow retreat, allowing the Sealand to bleed from their wounds until there is not a drop of blood left in the Sealand's body.

As the Jutlands retreated, the Sealets erupted with enthusiasm, singing songs that were only sung when worshipping the goddess Geofyne, and continued to attack the Jutlanders.

They did not notice that many of their companions who had fallen to the ground were trampled into flesh by their rush in this way, nor did they realize that as the Jutlanders retreated, the slight gap between them directly made their previous efforts go to waste.

Maybe at the beginning, these rhinoceros people still have hot-blooded and belligerent emotions because of the reason they first went to the battlefield, and they will have a little complacency and pride because of the defensive war at the beginning, but when they form a phalanx and really start to fight white-knuckle battles, the so-called blood, the so-called belligerent, the so-called honor and other things are thrown behind them.

There is only victory, only victory

Will retreating damage their reputation, will they be ridiculed as cowards by others?

It doesn't matter, it's enough to be able to win, it's enough to survive the battlefield intact and to be able to offer the sweet wine called Victory to their gods.

With every step back of the rhinos, the Sealand suffered more casualties, and as they charged, the entire beach was littered with their corpses, and at some point in the sky gathered a field of crows and vultures, ignoring the two sides that were still at war, rising and falling and tearing off pieces of food from the corpses, and celebrating the rare feast with a foul voice.

Suddenly, the Sealand erupted into a loud cheer, as it turned out that they had forced the rhinoceros people to the sea, and if they continued to retreat, they would have to be pushed into the sea.

And the rhinoceros man, whose whole body is covered with heavy armor and whose body is still unusually heavy, retreats into the seawater, which is not much different from committing suicide by wiping his neck with a knife, and the sturdy armor worn outside will also become a solid and simple coffin.

At this moment, a trumpet sound different from that of the Sealand came from the ranks of the rhinoceros people, it was the sound of a horn made of rhinoceros horn, and it was not a retreat, but a trumpet to launch a counterattack.

"Alice!"

Shouting the name of the god they believed in, the last javelin was thrown out by the rhinoceros people, and thousands of javelins fell densely into the camp of the Sealanes who had fallen into ecstasy, once again clearing a large clearing among the Sealanes and stopping their charge once again.

"Alice!"

Throwing away the spear, which was already full of cracks and no longer straight, he drew the one-handed sword hanging from his waist, and the flames burned in his dark pupils, and he charged at the Sealands, who were still in chaos.

Without magic, without the power of mortals above mortals, it is completely just a battle between mortals, a competition between skills, experience, will, and numbers.

"Gerofin!" "Gerofin!" "Gerofin!"

The Sealanes were not dismayed, they also shouted the name of the gods they believed in, squeezed what little strength they had left in their bodies, and met them with their hands clenched in their hands as they clenched their battle axes, swords, and maces.

Unfortunately, the Sealands, caught up in the war, did not realize that after a long battle, their numbers had only one-third of their number, and that most of them were wounded.