When the battle on the Gem River ended with the Imperial fleet "self-detonating" and the Azorean elves retreating, the eyes of the entire Imperial army were focused on the Byrne Legion.

Everyone, even Brandon and Count Eckert of Fort Fury, wanted to use the elite Byrne Knights and Lance Phalanx to open the gap, and then flank the Azorean elves for a perfect "revolving door" tactic.

But it's a pity that the opposite Rodria Azores is, in a sense, the same type as Brandon de Salion - especially good at not letting the enemy succeed and doing something completely unreasonable.

"Draw your sword - kill the enemy!"

"Rush, for the sake of His Highness Rodria Azores————!!!!"

A heart-shaking roar resounded in the left flank of the Azorean elves, and thousands of elven warriors drew their swords and rushed towards the right flank of the empire in the face of the flames and cannons that fell from the sky.

Without warning, the Arles, as the vanguard of the right flank, became the first legion in the empire to engage the elves.

The roaring iron crossbow arrows brought up patches of bloody rain, and the roaring stone cannons exploded mud pits on the ground, and the sprayed fire oil ignited the earth, rolling up the billowing smoke that covered most of the battlefield.

The roaring elven warriors rushed through the smoke-covered battlefield, rushing out of the dark fog like ghosts, and confronting the Arles legions, which had already been ready to attack, were alerted by the trumpets of the Chinese army, and set up a crossbow array.

After a round of crossbow arrows, the elven warriors, who had left hundreds of corpses behind, rushed into the ranks of the Arles legions, strangled with the battle-axe-wielding warriors of Arles.

Then the Arles people immediately noticed that the group of elven warriors in front of them seemed to be a little different from what they had seen in the past.

Even when traveling lightly, most Azorean elven warriors still wear armor, some even wear metal armour that acts as shields and blunt weapons, and helmets that don't interfere with their vision much.

But the elven warriors wore no protective gear, except for a wide-sleeved cloth robe and straw hats that they didn't know whether they were useful or useless, and instead they had Azorean long knives in their hands that were sharper and lighter than ordinary elven warriors.

Two handfuls!

Slashing, stabbing, swinging... The crisp sound of blades and tomahawks, armor and shields clashing, mingled with screams and the sound of flesh tearing through the smoke-shrouded battlefield.

Heavy axes and blades can't keep up with the sharp knives in the hands of elven warriors, and often in the blink of an eye, a single elven warrior wielding two swords has already killed the entire hundred-man team.

The fierce Arles troll hunters could only clutch their torn necks and fall to the ground with a futile wail.

In five minutes, the formation of the first array of the Arles Army had completely collapsed, and there were still signs of being killed by the enemy!

Arles warriors were constantly holding up their shields in a circle, trying to escape against the circular shield wall, but it was wishful thinking - the passing figure stepped on the shield and jumped into the center of the shield wall.

When the long knife was swung again, more than a dozen corpses "scattered" with splashes of blood.

Flowers bloom!

Under the banner of the Chinese army, looking at the Arles legion that began to waver in the elven onslaught, and even retreated, Edward, the night watchman who temporarily served as the flag officer, turned his head to look at Brandon: "Your Majesty, the right flank is shaken, do you want the cavalry of the reserve army to ......?"

"Calm down, my flag officer, don't be nervous, what are you afraid of?"

Brandon, who interrupted the night watchman with a random wave of his hand, was very unfazed, and even said impatiently: "The right flank position has the elite Elemand Legion as the main force, and the Lothair archers as the auxiliary, it will not collapse!"

"But ......"

"Well, it will not work to give our Grand Duke of Arles a little confidence, I am very optimistic about him—or rather, I am very optimistic about the professionalism of a scoundrel, and he will not hesitate to retreat when it is time to retreat. ”

Brandon looked calm and calm: "In this way, the order is to let a reserve of five thousand Boi hussars move to the right flank, strengthen their mobility, and cover the retreat if necessary... Just in case. ”

“...... Yes, sir. ”

Looking at his master's nonchalant look, the night watchman could only choose to accept it.

Until Edward, who turned to give the order, walked away, Brandon rolled his eyes:

"Nolan Ode... If you can do it heroically, I might thank you!"

After speaking, Brandon II, who couldn't help but say "Huh!", waved his sword in the air with a volley in his hand.

"Bell ——!"

Sparks flickered, the shiny blades flicked off the flying arrows, and the next second, the elven warrior leaped forward and pounced on Nolan Ode, who was desperately picking up the tomahawk.

"Bell ——!"

The cold light flashed, the heavy wooden handle split in two, and the vertical landing axe almost exposed Arles to the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Master Rabbit!, two knives are amazing?!"

The scolding Grand Duke of Arles flexibly dodged the two knives that swung in his face, and stabbed out of the gap between the knives with the severed wooden handle: "Two knives are amazing, you have the ability to use three knives!"

"Bell ——!"

The wooden handle that pierced the door was blocked.

The elven warrior who sneered and raised his head revealed the third short knife that he had bitten with his teeth.

A sharp blade that jammed the tip of the wooden handle.

Grand Duke Arles was stunned, and the elven warrior on the opposite side gritted his teeth and shook it hard, and the short knife and wooden handle flew out together.

The unarmed Nolan Ode instinctively stepped back, reaching for the hilt of his right hand at his waist, but the elven warrior's twin knives took a step faster, and the mournful sound of tearing the air came at him.

Thump!

Capable of dodging the fatal slash, Nolan Odo fell to the ground, staring in horror at the elven warrior who raised his blade and the mirror-like blade.

"Lord Duke?!"

A hunter of Arles, sensing the movement, shouted in horror, raised his shield and threw himself at the elven warrior as if he were crazy: "Stop! you can't ......"

"Poof——!

The blade pierced through the shield and peeked through the back of the Arles hunter, blood gushing out.

The shocked Arles hunter's eyes widened, and with the last of his strength he grasped the blade that had pierced his body, and stood up straight, motionless.

"Lord Duke, I... I've caught, I've caught, you're ......."

Without the slightest hesitation, Nolan Ode decisively stood up and snatched the heavy crossbow from the hunter's hand, and raised his hand to an arrow.

"Bell ——!"

Sparks flashed, and the sneering elven warrior easily flicked the arrow away again.

Nolan Erde, who didn't change his face, stepped back as he continued to open his crossbow, removing an arrow from his belt with a canister of ignition strapped to it.

Reload, wind, aim, shoot.

Coherent.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The moment the elven warrior swung his sword again to parry, the ignition agent that collided with the blade exploded instantly, and the flames that poured out like clear water spurted towards his front door.

"Ahh——!!!!h

The elven warrior whose head was on fire fell to the ground screaming and screaming, and the flammable cloth robe and the grease of the flesh became the best fuel, causing the flames to burn all over the body at a rapid speed, turning into a ball of fire that constantly "jumped" on the ground.

"Parry, if you have the ability to parry this, miscellaneous!"

Throwing away the heavy crossbow in his hand, Nolan Ode snorted coldly and spat at the "fireball":

"Arles, assemble me! All fronts—rear! Withdraw ——!"

After throwing down hundreds of corpses, the Arles legion decisively and quickly retracted its line and retreated, while the Azorean Elves left flank, which had not reacted for a while, continued to advance until it was completely disconnected from the other two flanks and crashed into the right flank of the Imperial army alone.

The first to "greet" them were the archers of Lothair.

The Lothair people are world-famous for their bow and arrow skills - the Lothair archers, lurking behind the hills and in the woods, with their eagle warbows, prove this with the wildest rapid fire.

Arrows rained down from the sky, and the scattered elven warriors fell one by one, but many more had already rushed up, and the Lothair archers and Oldwood Forest dancers engaged their enemies with spears and spears as they had no time to retreat.

The woods and the shattered highlands could not form a strong shield wall or a phalanx of spears, but neither were the Wardancers and the Lothair soldiers, who fought and retreated, using the broken terrain and woods to maneuver quickly;

The Elemont hunters and the Lothair Foot Knights, who were in charge of covering the front, also entered the battle as the battle expanded, and the elven warriors of the two swords poured into the battlefield like a tidal wave, and then disappeared without a trace among the billowing smoke, forests and hills.

The two sides fought in the woods, in the high ground, in the hills, in the smoke, in all that they saw, heard, roared, shouted, slain... All that can stand on the ground for fighting.

The entire battlefield on the right flank had been completely thrown into chaos, and both sides, whose view was obscured by the woods, quickly fell into a state of fighting separately after the beginning of the battle, relying on battle flags and familiar people around them to distinguish friend from foe.

A group of Arles warriors, who had been defeated and retreated, were confronted by the ancient wood forest dancers who had come to meet them; the Arles warriors, who were frightened half to death by the elven warriors, thought that they had been ambushed, and "decisively" ordered to shoot in panic;

Before they could lift their crossbows, the crouching dancers revealed the Lothair archers hiding behind them, and at the end of a round of fire, the defeated Arles warriors and the pursuing elven warriors fell to the ground.

At the same time, the Arles Legion, which was supposed to be reorganized and reshaped, continued to break into pieces so that the elven warriors could not catch up, and while fleeing, they kept leaving behind the small forces that were dragging the enemy, and the main force quickly passed through the position of the Lothair Legion, and crashed headlong into the elite Elemon Legion who were waiting in the rear.

"Go back!"

Yuli Wirtz, who was blushing, stared coldly at the embarrassed Nolan Erde in front of him: "The Arles legion reorganized the front on the spot, re-entered the battle from the far right side of the front, and flanked the enemy army!"

"Are you crazy?!"

In the shouting and killing in the sky, Nolan Ode, who had just survived, turned pale and roared at the Grand Duke of Ellemont: "Now that the enemy's right flank has rushed up and let me go back, are you planning to send us to death in vain?!"

"I have sacrificed nearly a thousand people, all of them the best warriors of Arles... Use their lives as bait to disconnect the enemy from the main force, now you just need to send light cavalry to charge from the flanks... Lord Yuri Wirtz, we can win the first victory in this war!"

Yuri Wirts, who had not changed his face, held his head high and stared at him with the only remaining eyeball, and his cold gaze made Nolan Ode hairy.

He raised his head and looked around, and his gaze immediately stopped on a Boi cavalryman: "You! You are Brandon Palace... Is it a cavalry officer sent by His Majesty?"

"Yes!" the Boi cavalry nodded, "Down there is the nobleman of the Great Boi Domain, who is added as the ...... of Grand Duke Salika Jonah."

"Needless to say, Your Excellency, your chance to make a meritorious service has arrived! Take your cavalry from the flank and tear all the Azorean elves on the right flank to shreds, and we will be able to ......."

"Shut up—shut up!"

Yuli Wirtz, who had forcibly intercepted Nolan Ode, stepped forward and glanced at the cavalry officer who was just about to leave: "I am the commander of the right flank corps, and the reserve cavalry on the right flank is not allowed to move until I get my order!"

"The task of the right flank is to hold back the enemy and gain a foothold before we get a signal from within the city of Eberden - we are not fighting for the survival of an army, for a momentary victory;

"None of the cavalry is allowed on the battlefield - understand?!"

"Clear, understood!"

The Boi cavalry fell to one knee and did not dare to look him in the eye with his head bowed.

"As for you... Your Excellency, I will give you two options. Facing Nolan Erde, whose face was extremely ugly, Yuli Wirtz said coldly: "Let your Arles Legion and the Elemish Legion attack together, and cooperate with the Lothair Legion to hold the position, you are the hero who successfully lured the enemy and won a turnaround for the battle." ”

"Otherwise... You are the rout of the army, and I assure you in the name of the Holy Cross that I will slay your Arles legion to the ground at the risk of the right flank cavalry being exposed!"

"Now tell me... Are you ready to betray the Empire?!"

Looking at the silver-gray pupils that didn't blink, Nolan Ode, who was blue-faced, couldn't help but shudder, and pursed his mouth and spit out a sentence from between his teeth:

"Yuri Wirtz... You really wish I was dead, right?"

His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear him.

"On the contrary, you must live—or rather, only the brave Grand Duke of Arles, loyal to the Empire, can restrain the swelling ambitions and desires of the Baines. The Grand Duke of Ellemont said coldly:

"Do you die a disgraceful death according to the path set for you by the emperor, or do you want to live a glorious life to become a hero of the empire... Take your pick. ”

After saying that, Yuri Wirtz, who didn't look back, rushed to the battlefield with the Ellermont knights, and threw Nolan Ode, who looked stunned and inexplicable, in place.

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