On the surface of the Gem River, dozens of large warships rowed through delicate waves, but the water surface was not turbulent, but these warships seemed to dance in the stormy waves, and the river water kept tumbling onto the deck or pouring out from the damage on both sides of the hull.

Because these warships are technically more appropriate to call them "battleship wrecks".

Thanks to the Azorean elves' superior shipbuilding skills – otherwise it would not have been possible to allow an army of 100,000 to cross the Misty Sea – and although the ships were burned down after being raided by the Grand Duke of Elems, they were still intact and barely functional......

Float on the water.

"We seem to be a little late. ”

The elven prince standing in the bow squinted his eyes and glanced at his soaked boots, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

"I'm so sorry!"

The captain standing behind him quickly knelt down on one knee, his legs drenched in the water - he was even good at this, most of the elven warriors were even half soaked, and they had to hold their knives in both hands to prevent rust.

"All the warships were damaged to varying degrees, and it was better to make temporary repairs than nothing, and to ensure that the ships did not fall silent, had to ......"

"Hey... I'm not blaming you, what are you afraid of? Rodria Azore waved his hand absently: "I'm just worried that it's too late, that unlucky Anson and 20,000 samurai have already been killed." ”

The captain on his knees was still trembling, even though he was soaked in the icy river water, but he was still in a cold sweat.

And the elven prince, who didn't even look at him, had already turned his attention to the battlefield on the Imperial Avenue in the distance—not far away, and even by the river, he could just see the emblem of the Byrne knights, the billowing smoke.

"How long will it take for the battleship to dock?" the little prince asked suddenly.

"Stop, dock?!" The captain looked stunned: "But Your Highness, there is no port near here at all, let alone a place where the battleship can temporarily dock, even if we stop the battleship now......"

"I'm just asking you to stop the ship now!" interrupted the little prince impatiently.

"Answer me directly, how long will it take to stop the ship and let the samurai disembark and land?"

"It's... Big, about two quarters of an hour?"

"For a quarter of an hour, let the battleship dock to the shore - not too close, as long as the warriors can swim through. ”

"Yes!"

The dilapidated battleship began to move closer to the shore, mixed with the farce of a battleship disintegrating on the spot... But the elven prince's army was finally successfully landed.

No more, no less, five thousand - just the carrying limit of these "broken battleships".

As for the main force of the elven prince, they are currently in a confrontation with the elite of the Grand Duke of Ellemont not far away, and they are "blocked in their way"... Although it is possible to just pretend, Rodria Azore does not intend to spare this damn bear child easily.

Twice his strength, coupled with the fact that he was calculating or unintentional, should allow Yuri Wirtz to learn a lesson, right?

"And I can make a big fuss with peace of mind, and by the way, I rescued the two disobedient court chiefs. ”

Raising a lilac cloak, the little prince smiled lightly, and raised the long knife in his hand to the soaking elven warrior behind him:

"Let's go, come with me and say hello to the Duke of Byrne!"

"For the sake of His Highness Rodria Azores——————!!!!"

The moment the Azorean pennant appeared from the direction of the Gem River, the entire battlefield of the Imperial Avenue exploded with a burst of excited cheers.

The already desperate elven warriors immediately began to return to their ranks, and those who wanted to flee stopped in shame, or under the leadership of a samurai leader, launched a desperate charge towards the slowly advancing phalanx of spears.

The situation on the battlefield has changed suddenly!

The path of the entire Imperial Avenue was along the river, and as thousands of elven warriors suddenly slaughtered from the direction of the Jewel River, it was equivalent to directly attacking the weakest flank of the spear phalanx, and the originally strong blockade line was about to collapse in an instant.

With the forest in their backs and relying on a dense phalanx, the spear phalanx could not be deployed, and the thousands of elven warriors instantly upset the balance of battle on the right flank, and the heavily armed squires and ranger knights who could not resist were quickly defeated.

What's even more troublesome is that this sudden reinforcement greatly strengthened the morale of the Azorean elf army, and invisibly put a lot of pressure on the spear phalanx in front, and the speed of advance became slower than just now.

The Byrne Legion had to begin to shrink their positions, but once they retreated, they would allow the two Azorean elven armies to converge.

Lusen, who had been fighting on the front line, quickly realized this and decisively led the Wings of the Sky to fight the fire, but only a few hundred witchers were a drop in the bucket, and they couldn't reverse the gradually deteriorating situation.

Angot, the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, stared at the changes in the battle situation in front of him, and his face was hard to see - the little pride that had arisen from rescuing the Duke in time was torn apart in an instant.

The entire right flank of the Byrne Legion was gradually crumbling, the sturdy pike-phalanx was rapidly crumbling under the attack of the elven warriors from both sides, and the knights or infantry who had not had time to leave the battlefield were constantly surrounded, and the isolated were drowned in the roar of the elven warriors.

If you continue to fight like this, it will become the Byrne Legion itself that is surrounded by attacks from both sides!

Seeing that the encirclement was about to be turned into a counter-encirclement, Anglet, the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, who couldn't hold back his irritable mood, pressed the hilt of the big sword on the saddle, and before he could turn over and dismount, the black-haired wizard suddenly pressed his shoulder.

The strength was so heavy that even the count, who could wield a great sword with one hand, could not move.

"Duke?!"

"Don't worry, Count, this battle isn't over yet. A slight smile appeared on Loren's face - for some reason, the moment the elven prince appeared, he suddenly felt the urge to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although it was still a little unexpected, the other party really came.

It was a gamble to decide to raid the Azorean elves on his own, and the decision of the Count of Fort Rock and the Grand Duke of Ellemont to support them was also a gamble - although they didn't pull out all their troops, Loren didn't feel that he could stop his attack with enough troops to meet an opponent like Rodria Azores.

"There's no hurry... But if we continue like this, our right flank will be breached!" Anxiously glancing at the battlefield that continued to deteriorate, the Earl of Mountain Rock Fort became more and more impatient:

"Let me go up! I will personally lead the infantry knights to fill the vacancy, which should be able to save the tide of the battle a little......"

Stopping the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, who was still trying to struggle a little longer, the black-haired wizard shook his head.

"Believe me, if the time comes for the Foot Knights to fight bravely, I will never stop you... But by no means now. Loren stared at the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle:

"Let's go down the knights, disperse to the various spear phalanxes to maintain morale, and continue to advance the line... Lanmalos!"

"In!"

"Charge, crush them head-on!"

"Yes!"

The excited cavalry commander was mixed with a bloodthirsty impulse in his angry shouts.

While the Azorean elves were still frantically attacking the right flank of the Byrne Legion, the pikes of the central front suddenly stopped advancing, and not only that, but these seemingly impregnable phalanxes also showed a momentum of retreat.

"They're on the defensive! That's right, the Imperials are timid, they're retreating to defend!"

Neither Anson Zad nor the elven prince knew where it was coming from—it was too late to stop it.

The elven warriors, sensing that the enemy was beginning to retreat, threw down the enemy in front of them one after another, and pounced on the "retreating" spear phalanx in the center, no matter how many times the horn sounded behind them.

As a result, the elven warriors who drew their swords and charged almost collided head-on with the Byrne knights who launched the "wall charge" after the spear phalanx that "retreated".

"Boom ——————!!!!"

With the terrifying crash, the elven warriors once again proved with their blood how powerless their exquisite skills and long knives were in the face of heavy cavalry covered in armor like steel monsters.

With the sound of rolling iron hooves, the Azorean elves who charged head-on quickly collapsed like an avalanche.

There were constantly elven warriors trying to break through the charge, using stabbing spears and superb swords to break through the charge of the Byrne knights, but except for a very few who succeeded, most of the rest were already spilled with blood before the weapons in their hands touched the enemy.

Almost as soon as the cavalry charged, the "retreating" phalanx infantry pressed down - unlike the "Black Wall" of Sackland, Byrne's pike-phalanx attacked more closely to the "Wave".

Instead of rushing up, they attacked in a staggered diagonal line, maximizing the impact to the enemy's line.

The downside of this tactic is that it is very agile and unsteering, but if you want to compare the charging effect, the phalanx infantry with spears is definitely several times stronger than the legionnaires with shield walls - and provides cover for the charging Byrne knights, making it impossible for the enemy to organize a strong enough defense.

That's all that matters!

There is a very strange scene in the current broken battle situation - the right flank of the Byrne Legion has been broken, but it has broken through the center and left flank of the Azorean Elves, and the remaining remnants of the enemy are still resisting stubbornly except for a very few, and the rest are constantly gathering on the right flank of the Byrne Legion in the sound of horns.

To put it more simply, the Byrne legion crushed the left flank, but was also crushed by the Azorean elves, and the armies of both sides attacked in a clockwise direction towards the flanks and flanks of the other side.

In the face of the frantic raids of the elven warriors, the phalanx of spears and heavy squires who were gradually disorganized were equally powerless, and after a very small number of ranger knights were killed, they were almost one-sided and successively defeated.

It wasn't until the infantry knights led by the Earl of Mountain Rock Fort came to the top that they finally managed to stabilize their position, but it was only stable - the scattered spear phalanx was simply full of flaws in the eyes of the elven warriors, and it was only a matter of time before they were killed.

Whoever can take the first step, break the opponent's last defensive line, and kill through the battlefield to complete this "revolving door battle", will win the battle.

So the key to this battle is not the charge of the Byrne knights at all, but the infantry knights who were detained by Loren on the other side and never sent to the battlefield - how long and to what extent the last line of defense they hold on to is the final decisive point.

Only Byrne's most elite foot knights and witchers can withstand the desperate attacks of the Azorean elven warriors, buy time for the charging cavalry with casualties, and buy enough time to crush the last stubborn enemy!

"Retreat. ”

Seeing that the Byrne Knight, who had already broken through the Chinese army, was still charging, the elven prince said without hesitation: "Blow the horn and let Anson retreat with us with all the troops that have not yet been dispersed." ”

Although the moment of the raid gave him the hope of defeating Loren Turin, the subsequent battle was enough to prove that the other party was not unprepared, and now that he was at least superior in strength, he was afraid that he would lose the last advantage if he continued to fight like this.

"But Your Highness, we haven't lost this battle yet!"

The elven warrior holding the flag on the side said urgently: "Please give us a little time, I will definitely be able to ...... later"

"I said, retreat. ”

The impatient little prince directly snapped off, and the long knife was on his neck: "Do you not understand what I said, or are you planning to disobey me?"

"This ......"

The elven warrior really didn't dare to say anything more.

"This battle is over, and our goal has been achieved - to break through the siege, save all the troops that can be saved, and the rest of the unlucky ones will die with them!" the little prince explained helplessly.

"Yes, it looks like we're going to win, but that's just because we caught him off guard – and by the time Loren Turin reacts, we're the ones who lost. ”

"Don't forget, that monster hasn't taken action in person until now, guess how many unused armies and hole cards he still has in his hand?

"Subordinate, subordinate don't dare!"

"Don't dare, don't you dare to hurry up and carry out the order?!" the smiling elven prince lowered his head and looked at the elven warrior on the neck of the knife frame with eyes bent into a crescent moon:

"Oh... Do you think I've misjudged and plan to instruct me?"

"Absolutely, there is absolutely no such idea, and the subordinates will organize a retreat!"

A moment later, a hurried horn sounded.

Almost at the same time, the marching horns of the Byrne Legion sounded at the same time, echoing them over the Imperial Avenue.

"They're going to run, these long ears are really going to run this time!" The moment he heard the sound of the horn, Guy Angget, Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, excitedly waved the great sword in his hand and shouted to the knights behind him who had not yet reacted:

"Do you hear me, this is their clarion call to retreat - the enemy's army has been completely crushed, now it is time to flee, and now is the time for our final counterattack!"

"Byrne, kill the enemy with me!"

"...... to our duke"

"Glory ——!"