The low and desolate sound of the trumpet, the rapid and shocking sound of war drums, resounded in the sky.

Stepping on the rhythm of the drums of battle, a secret unit that had been hidden all along, finally came out of formation and rushed towards the front line calmly and quickly.

The battlefield chosen by General French was not open, which somewhat inhibited the numerical superiority of Aberdeen's army. The fact that the Taranto rebels were able to fight with their opponents was also a very important factor.

Thousands of warriors were scattered on this battlefield, like ants in an ant's nest, densely covered with the ground. The soldiers in front were cut to the ground, and the people behind were pushed by the crowd, and they rushed forward involuntarily, stepping on the bodies of their fallen comrades to fill the gaps in the front line.

General Qian, and even the captain and other middle and high-level officers shouted hoarsely, but they could only maintain the general formation and order of their soldiers, so as not to collide and clash with the troops next to them. No matter how delicate the command is, there is nothing to be done, and the soldiers can only rush forward in a noisy.

In contrast, Taranto was able to maintain the defensive line while carrying wounded soldiers down and sending them to the rear. In the tense, intense and complicated battlefield, the two things are done in an orderly manner and do not interfere with each other.

The command skills of the coaches on both sides are superior to the highest.

The newly entered force drove straight forward, oblivious to the commotion in front of them.

With this momentum, it looks like it is about to crash into the friendly forces in front of it. Aberdeen's array suddenly split to the left and right like a tidal wave, making way for a passage.

It was clear that the force that gave way was well-trained and well commanded, different from the other arrays on the battlefield, and was one of the elite under General John.

Along the passage, the later group of warriors maintained the same speed, silently rushing towards the defensive line.

The target is precisely the number three position discussed at the military meeting!

It was also carefully arranged by Franky, and it passed through the camouflaged weakness of the defensive line!

Before that, the fighting here was not fierce. Compared to other areas, the defenders of this line have the easiest task.

The Taranto soldiers stationed there knew why.

Because it was the best position, the most fortified, and the most powerful garrison of the entire defensive line—at least on the surface, it was.

Aberdeen's previous attacks had avoided this place, intentionally or unintentionally, with only sporadic arrow magic falling on the ground, and few warriors rushing up to fight hand-to-hand.

Now, even the sparse ranged attacks are gone. Immediately afterwards, it was the ironclad male division who was not very fast, but full of oppression, and suddenly broke into view.

That's one of General John's trump cards: hoplites!

As the ace of the Aberdeen army, its members have been carefully selected after layers of testing. They are all tall and powerful warriors, including black iron fighters, bronze fighters and other professionals.

After the first battle, storming the rebel lines of Taranto without success, the fighters of the hoplite brigade were not as demoralized as their brother units. Instead, like an enraged lion, his heart is full of rage, quietly lurking and waiting, looking for an opportunity to deliver the most ferocious blow to his enemy.

The battlefield is the best whetstone that can sharpen the army sharper and sharper. This is an effect that cannot be achieved in any way on a safe and calm training ground.

Now, the sharpest knife that has been opened has finally appeared, and with the ardent expectations of General John and other high-ranking military officials, it slashed fiercely at the strongest part of the Taranto Line.

Is the spear sharper, or the shield stronger?

The hoplite brigade, like a huge piece of steel, crashed into the No. 3 position, which was also like an impregnable wall.

For a time, the earth shook and the wind and clouds changed color!

The more than a dozen soldiers in heavy armor at the forefront raised their hands in unison, shouted loudly, and slashed down!

The defending Taranto warriors are also the elite of their army, even if they face an enemy that is murderous and fierce as a thunderbolt. Not only did they not fear it at all, but they aroused the ferocity in their hearts, raised the steel spears in their hands, and stabbed them into the chest of the enemy.

"When"!

"Bang Bang"!

At the time of the huge slash, the blade has already hit its own target.

The heavy armor of hundreds of catties collapsed significantly, and the Aberdeen warrior inside snorted, and his chest seemed to be hit by a wild horse, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

The soldiers of the Taranto rebels were not having a good time, and although the special steel was not cut in two, it was also greatly distorted, and could only be used as a crutch. The hands he held were even more cracked, the blood flowed, and he almost couldn't grasp the rod steadily.

In the first meeting between the elite troops of the two sides, no one was able to take advantage.

The defender was extremely fierce, and regardless of his wounded hands, he grabbed the half-ruined one, and when it was round, he smashed it down on the top of the tin can on the opposite side.

Aberdeen's warriors refused to rest on their laurels either, like wounded beasts, with a low roar in their throats, completely oblivious to the threat from their heads, and slashed at them.

Touch!

The spear, which had been used as a stick, finally smashed into the head of the hoplite, and the warrior shrank his head as if he had been struck with a hammer. The weak neck bone could not withstand the huge impact and finally broke.

The seemingly sturdy fortifications of the Taranto rebel line also failed to provide effective protection to the defending soldiers. Under the full force of the attacker's dying blow, it was as thin and fragile as paper paste. The terrible devastating chopping down, splitting the obstacles, also took away a fresh life.

The two warriors, who were on different camps, both managed to send their opponents to hell. I'm afraid I'll have to go to another world and continue this undecided battle.

It's a long story, but it all happened in a split second.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen hoplites in the first platoon had already suffered most casualties. Some have succeeded in solving their opponents and destroying the first line of defense in front of them; Some are dealt with by their own opponents and become one of the countless corpses on the battlefield; And more of them are dying with opponents who can be called warriors.

There is no doubt that the hoplites were the elite of the Aberdeen army. This is not only reflected in their personal qualities, but also in the weapons in their hands, armor and other equipment.

And after going to the battlefield and experiencing the tempering and baptism of iron and blood, like a sword out of the sheath, it drank the blood of a strong enemy for the first time, and became more and more sharp and murderous.

But Aberdeen's hoplites were strong, and so were the elite troops garrisoned on Taranto's side.

Perhaps it is slightly inferior in terms of individual strength, troop training, and equipment. But the advantage of location, the boost to morale, and the insane ruthlessness of being a rebel all made up for the gap between the two sides to a certain extent.

The first wave of battles had just ended, and the second platoon, also heavily armoured, followed in time.

The same shout, the same high refracted death, found their respective opponents.

Taranto's defenders showed no weakness, staring at the bloodshot red eyes, and the steel spear clenched in his hand stabbed forward with all his might!

It's like a replay of a moment ago.

The attacking hoplites and the defending spearmen were not the only performers on the battlefield of position three.

Frankie was well aware of the weakness of the defensive line, and not only did he cleverly camouflage it, but he also sent his most elite troops to garrison it. There are even strong units in the vicinity so that they can respond to support at any time.

Now is the time for them to make a difference.

The command flag on the high platform of the rear command was waved for a while, and the several troops that had not moved at all at the most critical moment of the defense line finally made a move.

The first to attack were the archers.

Under normal circumstances, archers against heavily armored hoplites will not be able to deal some damage unless they are lucky enough to hit the gaps between the armors. Otherwise, it's like scratching an itch, wasting arrows and strength in vain.

But that's the general situation.

Frankie is a world-famous general, so naturally he will not make such a low-level mistake.

Sharp arrows swept through the sky like lightning, whistling away, and the sound of breaking through the sky was sharp and sharp. Obviously, a bow is a strong bow, and the bearer of the bow is naturally also a powerful marksman.

What's even more terrifying is that above the sharp arrows, there is a faint glow such as gold or red.

That's a magic arrow!

The arrows are attached to the arrows with various magical effects such as armor piercing and weakness!

Immediately after, after a short period of preparation, the mage troops at the back of the camp also struck.

Hundreds of fireballs rose into the air, like a red cloud of fire, enveloping the phalanx of heavily armored infantry.

Before they could make personal contact, the high temperature brought by the huge fireball pressed the people below with dry mouths and tongues, and it was difficult to breathe.

According to the standards of another world, today's Oss continent is still largely in the period of cold weapons. But the existence of magic weapons and magician groups, and the powerful lethality they can exert are not far behind. Because of this, although Anthony has accumulated a lot of military knowledge in another world, he still has to carefully observe the battle between the two armies, and does not dare to be complacent.

As sharp a spear is, there is a strong shield. This is the inevitable law of the development of the history of war.

A soft milky glow flashed. The hoplites in battle were covered with a translucent ball of light outside their armor.

When the arrow fell, it sank deep into the ball of light. But the orb of light was very tenacious and did not stop there. Instead, the arrow ran out of power and fell to the ground.

The magic attacks that follow are more powerful and more effective. But it was only the powerful impact of the fireball that threw the people out of the air, and the tin cans rolled on the ground for a while, got up in a daze, and got up in a daze, and returned to the fight.

With the exception of a few unlucky people who are hit by a concentrated attack from several fireballs or magic arrows, the maximum protection of the magic shield is broken. Taranto's rather sharp long-range attack had little effect.

Frankie was very thoughtful and well-prepared in defending this position. But General John had already prepared and invested enough.

After casting magic shields on the hoplites in the vanguard, the second round of magic for the Aberdeen Wizard troops finally began to turn to the attack.

Suddenly, the fireball appeared again, but it turned around and flew towards the position of the Taranto line.

In the confrontation of the army, the most favorite use of magicians is fire magic, among which the "fireball" is the most commonly used because of the low requirements for casting and the killing power is not small.

The rebel magicians were busy blessing their warriors with magic shields, and the offensive and defensive posture immediately reversed.

On either side of Position 3, the fighting Aberdeen forces split in two, leaving half of their forces to continue the attack on their original objective. The other half of the warriors quickly assembled and immediately threw themselves into the assault on Position Three.

Seeing that their tactical movements are clean and resolute, they are obviously premeditated.

General John watched from afar, his palms clenched tightly covered with sweat.

At this moment, he finally released his winning hand. The outcome of this battle will be won or lost, and it will be revealed soon.