"There is an enemy attacking——!

Accompanied by the roaring horns of the Azorean elves, the battle-spirited Drexis looked out at the dark wilderness, and strode on the city wall with his great sword held high:

"Raise the flare and fire and prepare the whole arm for ——!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of stone throwers that had already been prepared "creaked" and roared, throwing the blazing stone cannons into the sky.

With the help of the "light source" in the sky and the beacon fire on the watchtower, the defenders of the fortress finally saw their enemy, the Azorean elven army.

Between the cold wind and ice fog of the night, a series of Azorean pennants hunted and hunted, and the 40,000 Azorean elves under the banner besieged the front of the fortress in an "arc formation" outside the attack range of the fortress's projectile weapons.

In other words, it's likely that the Rangers they've sent out are all — and not only that, but they're also likely to get accurate information about the location of the fort and the stronghold in Bloodwreckage Valley from the Scouts.

"Order the flag bearer to erect the flag, and the trumpeter blows the assembly horn!"

The black-faced Drexis turned his head sharply to look at the pale soldier behind him: "A quarter of an hour, in a quarter of an hour, all the crossbows will be on the wall, the baggage will be ready for battle, and the cavalry will be assembled under the city gates - for the glory of Sakran!"

"For the glory of Sackland!"

The herald, who was so excited, rushed out before he could finish speaking.

With the sound of a loud horn, the entire fortress began to operate like a huge war machine - as the strongest "northern gate" of the empire, the fortress of Broken Mountain has an action force that no fortress can match.

Rails and ziplines laid on the walls make it easy to quickly transport any large equipment needed, from fixed ballistas to wooden crates full of military supplies, to the walls, while changing their position to focus on one point as the battlefield requires.

Combined with her well-connected stairwells and passages, she was able to concentrate the most troops in the shortest possible time to the required positions;

Even if the gates are breached, they can use the protection and rail systems on both sides to block the gates to create an "urn city", while dropping barrels filled with asphalt and ignition agent to blast enemies into the sky.

"The 1st, 2nd and 4th Infantry Regiments are already in position——!!!!"

"The 3rd, 5th, and 8th Infantry Regiments are already in position——!!!!"

Hoarse shouts rang from under the walls.

"The Ranger Regiment is all in place, waiting for orders——!!!!"

"The projection army is all in place, please give the order——!!!!"

The continuous shouts exploded with the flags, and in the blink of an eye, the city walls were already full of figures running fast or gathering.

"What about Boi's hussars, why didn't you see them?!" swept the banner below, and Drexis shouted angrily:

"Haven't you arrived yet?!"

"The messenger has been sent, and Sarika Jonah the Great Justice is gathering the whole army for a pre-battle encouragement!" replied the herald hastily.

"Send someone to urge you again - the enemy has just arrived, the front is not stable, and launching a cavalry charge will surely deter the army and make them feel terrified - tell the Grand Duke of Boi that if she can't catch up, I won't wait!"

"Yes——!"

The red-faced herald had just turned around and had not yet run down the stairs when he saw a slender figure striding towards the city wall, and hurriedly stopped: "Report! Archduke Salika Jonah of Boi has ......."

"Stop howling!"

The impatient Archduke slammed away the herald and walked straight up to Drexis, her eyes still fixed on the flags connected outside the city walls:

"Where did these rabbits come from, why is there no news from Loren?"

"I don't know, but the enemy is coming, and we can't sit still. Drexis turned his head and looked at her in a deep voice:

"Let your hussars - I will send you another thousand cavalry, tentatively break through the enemy array, and order a small cavalry to go to the Valley of Bloodbones to give orders, so that the Duke of Byrne can return to defend and attack the Azorean elves!"

"Wait, you want the cavalry to launch a single charge without the cooperation of the infantry?" Salika looked sullen: "The enemy outside the city is already preparing to attack the city, once they press up......"

"They can't hold it down!" Drexis immediately snapped, "The ballistas and catapults in the fortress are ready - just give a signal when you retreat, and we will be the first to cooperate with you!"

"And what if the enemy's elite attacks the walls?"

"Impossible!" Drexis said coldly, "The forward defense of the fortress is so tight, it is impossible for any enemy to climb the city unscathed without a thorough understanding of the deployment......"

Bell ——!

Almost as he was still speaking, Salika, whose eyes were wide open, suddenly pushed him to the ground, and the "Iron Rider" long knife at her waist came out of its sheath with silver light.

The fire of the blade burst in the air, and an Azorean elven warrior who had just climbed the wall was repulsed, but he still stood firmly on the edge of the battlement, coldly looking down at the archduke with a fierce expression.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy ......"

The herald, who was shouting loudly, suddenly stopped, clutched the wound that had suddenly appeared on his neck, and collapsed to the ground in convulsions.

In the next second, on the city wall, which was still dead silence just now, countless shouts of killing instantly exploded.

In the face of the Azorean elven warriors who came out of nowhere, let alone when they appeared, the guards on the city wall and the crossbowmen who had just come up hurriedly met the battle, forming a simple formation of three or five or a dozen people, and finally did not let the defense line collapse immediately.

"Damn, where did these bunnies come from?!"

The scolding Salika covered Drexis' retreat in the direction of the staircase, and at the same time very reluctantly parried the elven warriors who were still trying to attack on the opposite side.

"It must have been the elf who was let go by Loren Turin and told them about the fort's defenses. ”

With a gloomy face, Drexis gritted his teeth, clutching the banner of the dead herald in his hand: "I have long warned Your Majesty that this plan is very dangerous, and if it fails, the defense of the fortress will be fully exposed......"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's time like this!"

Salika, who missed the air again, couldn't wait to spray him in the face: "Let's say it, what should I do?!"

"Unchanged, follow the original plan!" said Drexis, looking at the legionnaires below who were catching up with the city walls, and shouted hoarsely:

"Go and harass the enemy with your hussars, and then let a team of cavalry break through to the Valley of Bloodshed to send a message, and I'll let the projection army cover you!"

"Is it okay?" Salika looked at him angrily, "I can't believe you anymore!"

"Execution Command ——!"

A ferocious Dresis pushed Salika down the stairs and raised the battle flag to the legionnaires who had already rushed up:

"Sakran people, follow me—drive the enemy off the walls!"

As the words fell, one hundred team after another poured into the corridor between the battlements like a "black city wall", colliding with the elven warriors who were fighting alone with the sound of loud footsteps.

Looking at the "lively" scene on the city wall, Salika Jonah, who was squeezed down, spat viciously and hurried to the cavalry that had been assembled under the city gate.

..........................................

"The Grand Adjutant of the Overseer, Lord Alexandra and the Commandos have stormed the walls. ”

In the wind and snow, the guard behind the elven warrior surrounded by countless banners was respectfully whispering to him: "She didn't lie—with this opportunity, we may be able to take the Broken Mountain Fortress in one fell swoop." ”

"Nope. ”

Looking at the shouting and killing sound in the distance, the beacon fire of the Broken Mountain Fortress, the elven warrior said indifferently.

"No?"

The guard's expression was confused.

"That's right, I said no - we're just testing today to confirm the strength and preparedness of the Broken Mountain Fortress, and to make sure their forces can't break through our encirclement, so that the forces of the Valley of Bloodbones can come and join them in time. The elven warrior looked serious:

"This is the Empire's strongest fortress, and we can't expect to take it with a single sneak attack, let alone pin our hopes on the cowardice and stupidity of our enemies!"

"The other side is a great country on an equal footing with the Azores - we must maintain absolute respect for the enemy!"

"But this is the perfect opportunity!" the guard frowned, "the enemy didn't expect us to arrive in a day, and wiped out all of their Rangers, evading the surveillance of the Valley of Blood. ”

"The soldiers are very fast, we now have the absolute initiative in this battle, and now is the moment when their defense is most lax, if we can't take advantage of the attack now, we will be at a disadvantage when our baggage is about to run out. ”

"If the enemy came back to his senses and began to send a steady stream of support from the empire behind the fortress, wouldn't it be ......?"

"In that case, the enemy's two defensive lines of Deepwoodburg and Eberden will be weakened by the lack of support!"

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, the elven warrior shook his head:

"The people of the Empire have done their best to defend themselves against our attack, and they will never dare to devote too many troops to such a fortress that is destined to be unable to deploy a large army—it would be a waste of strength and a great burden of attrition. ”

"Therefore, the only reinforcement the enemy can count on is the army of less than 10,000 men stationed in the Valley of Bloodbones, but with a large number of cavalry - in the event of a sudden surprise attack, they will definitely try to contact the Valley of Bloodbones to flank us. ”

"And what we have to do is to lock them up, not a single soldier can let them go, and use the fiercest offensive to break their morale and morale, and make the enemy fearful!"

Breathing in the icy cold, the elven warrior clenched the hilt of his sword at his waist: "Give the order to the thousand-man team on both flanks, prepare to receive the retreat of the assault team on the city wall, and if necessary, launch a tentative attack." ”

The next moment, a thunderous battle cry suddenly came from the direction of the fortress.

The sound of horses' hooves shaking the earth was mixed with the roar that exploded from countless throats, and thousands of cavalry poured out of the gates on either side of the fortress like a flood and rushed towards the Azorean elves.

"The enemy is trying to break through!"

Although he sat calmly, when the overwhelming cavalry, when the deafening sound filled his mind, the guard's face still showed a somewhat pale expression:

"My lord, they are planning to forcibly break our military formation and try to cut off the reinforcements of the commandos!"

"Yes, I saw it - they were killing themselves. ”

The elven warrior said coldly: "Order all armies, retreat a hundred steps, and the pikemen will step forward - if the enemy is ready to break through, annihilate them, and if it is just to destroy our formation, send archers to counterattack." ”

"Yes!"

Looking at the guards who were leaving quickly, the elven warrior who pursed his lips stared at the "torrent" that was rushing wildly, and said no more.

On the battlefield filled with tremors and roars, the elven warriors under the pennant retreated in an orderly manner, and the spearmen, who were originally at the end of the line, moved to the front of the array.

Soon, at the command of the leaders of each team, the elven warriors with four-foot spears in their hands raised the tips of their spears flat in the first three rows and aimed them at the incoming cavalry, while the back rows raised the tips of their spears in turn to maintain their formation.

From a distance, it looks like an open "iron fan".

Looking at the enemy, who had already completed the defense in an instant, the four thousand hussars who rushed out of the fortress not only did not flinch, but accelerated the speed of the charge, shouting a terrible howl and pounced on it.

Seeing that the "torrent" and the phalanx were about to touch, the roaring hussars suddenly turned around, completed the "cornering action" at an unimaginable speed, and forcibly "brushed" it from a distance of less than twenty paces on both sides.

And this is not one, but hundreds of hussars completed one after another - from a distance, it looks like a rushing torrent "comes to life" and becomes a giant python that can crawl.

"Puff-puff-puff——!"

Just when the hussars were "making a sharp corner", they did not forget to raise their throwing guns and throw them over, and one after another black shadows exploded in the neat and tight phalanx of the Azorean elves.

The elven warriors continued to fall in pain, but the formation did not appear to panic in the slightest - the elven archers with their longbows raised walked to the front of the formation from the gaps in the phalanx, aimed at the cavalry and raised their bows to shoot.

Almost at the same time, the hussars who threw their spears also picked up their short bows from their horses, aimed them at the elven army behind them, and began to shoot.

Poof!

Blood bloomed in the ranks of both sides, and the hit hussars and elven warriors fell at the same time.

The hussars, sensing the enemy's counterattack, did not hesitate, and immediately dispersed around, wandering around the perimeter of the pike phalanx in groups of three or five, constantly testing the weak joints of the elven line.

The whistling of long knives, the tugging of bowstrings, the neighing of horses in pain...... In an instant, chaotic sounds mingled in the sky above the battlefield, crumpled together.

Seeing the robes beside him fall one by one, the mournful cries of the elven warriors were mixed with uncontrollable anger, gritting their teeth and raising their war bows and spears, and constantly retreating in the sound of orders.

Everywhere the iron riders plundered, it was all bloody.