"If they were on the defensive, then why did they run out of the way?"

As if scolding the poor command of the enemy army, Helm, who muttered, "First column. Trot!", the sound of the trumpeter's trumpet sounded in the battle formation.

The soldiers at the forefront of the policy immediately quickened their pace.

The distance between the front lines of the two armies narrowed in the blink of an eye. A staggering number of arrows were shot from behind the two camps through the heads, and for a moment they almost covered the sky and the sun, and rained down on both sides like a torrential rain.

"Tortoiseshell formation!"

The soldiers leaned close to each other and raised their shields to protect their heads.

Arrows plunged into the square shield one after another, and the arrows that pierced through the past wounded the arm of the soldier holding the shield.

Moans and cries rang out all around, and the men whose feet and bodies were attacked by bows and arrows that flew into the gaps in their shields fell one after another

"Disarm!

The Socharist soldiers began to advance again.

The distance between the two armies is getting shorter and shorter, and it is already a distance where you can see each other's expressions clearly. Only then did the Socharist soldiers notice it. Realizing that what is in front of him is not a human being, but an army of various races put together.

"Rush!"

The soldiers wielded swords and spears and engaged in fierce combat.

Iron collides with each other, and sparks erupt from the blades.

The hilt of the pierced gun was bent and broken, and the shield was broken by a single blow of the tomahawk.

The heads were shattered along with the helmets, and the blood of the soldiers flowed to the ground, splattering blood everywhere. Roars and screams mingled, and naked violence turned into a storm that swept across the battlefield.

"Vanguard, exchange!"

The centurion's horn sounded. Then the soldiers at the front and those waiting in the rear switched places. As if echoing it, the enemy also let the front retreat to the rear.

Is it your own blood, or the blood of your enemies. Either way, the bloodied soldiers stepped back through the gap between the soldiers.

And the soldiers, who were both mentally and physically sharp, moved forward and fought fiercely again. Whack, throw, slash, bounce. All the sounds of destruction rang out.

"Damn! How are the enemies dwarves!"

The Socharist soldiers cried out grumblingly.

Force to force collide with each other. Whack each other, slash each other. In this kind of hand-to-hand combat, the battle axe chopped by a dwarf with a short but sturdy skeleton has the momentum of tearing through the earth. Because the weight is there, although it is bulky, the impact of the fierce fight will knock several people away. The dwarven race is an excellent fighter in this kind of hand-to-hand combat.

The soldiers of the Sochar faction were forced to stop the assault in the face of the dwarves, who were outnumbered but superior in individual combat.

"The banner of His Highness Pinna can be seen in the enemy formation!"

Hearing the scout's report, Sochar raised his right eyebrow. With Pinna's character, he thought that she would definitely command at the front line, so he was quite surprised.

"What? Pinna is commanding those people?"

"Yes. ”

"Helm. Is it still convenient for you to fight?"

Helm was a first-term student of the Knights led by Pinna. He was able to be promoted to this position, and it can also be said that he relied on the foundation cultivated in the knights of Pinna.

"Nope. If the other party is His Royal Highness Pinna, then it is perfect as an enemy. If you think it's not easy to fight, you will be reprimanded by Her Royal Highness Pinna. ”

Sochar chuckled when he heard this.

"Yes. Then show your power to Pinna. ”

"Yes!"

Helm nodded, and called the herald to order,

"Keep putting in the new force. Horseback Cavalry! Centaurs! Forward!"

The trumpeter's horn sounded again.

"A hundred steps back!"

Hearing this order, the soldiers who were fighting at the forefront fled in the blink of an eye.

The dwarves left the formation in pursuit. They are getting carried away with the excitement of the battle.

However, bulky they could not catch up with the Imperial soldiers.

Even if you run desperately, the distance is gradually widening. I couldn't catch my breath, my body was tired, and my formation collapsed. Centaurs and cavalry roared with hooves, spears striking their flanks.

The dwarves were immediately knocked down by their pistols and kicked away by their horses' hooves.

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"Nicholae, give us the coordinates! This guy is dying!" Price scolded at Nicholas across the communicator.

"I know! ”

"Heh, what a ghost, to save so many people, and one of them is dying!" Price scolded.

"Price, instead of scolding Nikolai there, it's better to inject him with healing metaboloids. Pulling the rope from the hallway, Soap carried a teenager with an empty lower body on his back and shouted to Price above.

"Then, soap, the ghosts will soon be able to join us. Price said as he tossed the [Healing Biochemical] to Soap, then turned around and continued to curse Nikolai.

"That's enough! You'll be fine... Rest assured. Fixing the rope on his body, the soap injected the chemical biotic obtained from Price's hand into the boy's body, maintaining the other party's life in front of him.

"Uh········"

Although he is still alive, he no longer has the strength to speak.

"Price!soap!"

At this moment, a ghostly voice came from the other side of the hallway.

"Cut! It's finally here!" the ghost's arrival seemed to put an end to Price's invective of Nikolai.

"Why are they all girls!"

I originally thought that Price in the ghost's mouth would be a very old veteran, but I looked at it·······

Mom sells batches! Not just girls!

How dare you tell me that this Price is not a junior high school student?! How can this immature face be a well-trained special forces soldier like a student?!

But looking at Price's gear, it's clear that this is the case.

"Cut! what a lot of people have been rescued, stinky girl!" Price scolded with a laugh.

"What about the half-crippled man you and the soap rescued? The ghost didn't hesitate to come over and choke.

"At Soap's place, but her rope seems to be out of order. Price gestured to the hook hanging from the hallway.

"Ghosts?!It's ghosts, isn't it?!" Soap below shouted as he saw the ghost poking its head out of the hallway.

"I'll go... How did she get stuck? and Yuri?" the ghost said a little speechless.

"Yuri went to find the vehicle, and I couldn't pull the soap up because I didn't have the tools, because I didn't have enough strength to pull two people. Price waved his hand.

"And I'm coming, together?" said the ghost to Price.

"Don't. Price's eyes narrowed slightly.

It is clear that Price's move is a personal vendetta in the communiqué.

Of course, if something really happens, Price will save them even if he will fight for his life.

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