Looking at the elven pikemen and archers who fell one after another in front of the Boi hussars, and even the elven warriors standing under the banner could still maintain their composure, the guards behind him were already pale and gritted their teeth.

In the face of the swift and fierce hussars, the sword skills and combat skills that the Azorean elven warriors are proud of... It was all meaningless, no matter how fast they ran, they could not have the mobility and charge to surpass the cavalry, and the only bow and arrow that could be brought was suppressed by the hussars' group fire.

Obviously, the cavalry of less than three or five thousand was the one who was absolutely inferior in strength, but whenever their iron cavalry charged, it always forced the elven warriors to retreat and defend, form a tight and solid phalanx, and then fall in rows under the rain of javelins one after another.

Unlike Sackland's crossbowmen and Lothair's falcon archers, Boy's hussars shot arrows with a tricky trajectory - their horses were not destined to shoot far, so they deliberately made their arrows heavier so that they made them arc in the air.

He shot his companion in the forehead even though he was aiming at himself, and pierced his own foot when he was aiming at his neck... And it's not just that the trajectory is unguardable, the Boi people also smeared poison on the arrowheads!

When hundreds, thousands of horsemen rushed in front of them on roaring iron horses, even the bravest elven warriors could feel their bodies tremble, their hands and feet cold, and their legs weakened—if it weren't for the command and the honor of being a samurai, and the robes beside them, they would probably have turned around and fled like ordinary humans.

Even if... They also knew that they could not escape, and even if they did, they would never survive the glacial wasteland alone, without the protection of their robes and the army.

"This is the cavalry... The most powerful army of the Empire?" gritting his teeth, the guard's face was full of anger and unwillingness: "Just a few thousand people can completely suppress the forty thousand best samurai, and they can't advance or retreat?"

"There is nothing surprising that the cavalry corps is the elite and core of the Empire, just as the samurai are the elite and core of the Azores - this is what we expected. ”

The elven warrior said in a deep voice, and there was not a trace of turbulence in his steady words: "In the face of our surprise attack, the enemy will not hesitate to use the most elite army to buy time for the headquarters, which shows that our plan is very successful, doesn't it?"

"But, if it goes on like this, the morale and morale of the army will ......," the guard worried.

"The warriors who were able to cross the ice fields with His Majesty the Eagle King, I believe that they have the courage to live and die in the cold face - military spirit and morale, it is not a problem. The elven warrior shook his head:

"The enemy's cavalry is not a monster that can fight forever, their tactics are excellent, but they are a huge drain on the body and mind, and it cannot go on like this forever. ”

"If what I expected, in a quarter of an hour at most, the tide of battle will change - move the phalanx of five thousand men in the center forward a hundred paces, and the reserve samurai in the back row turn to the flanks and prepare to close. ”

"Yes!"

At the sound of the command, the central army of the Azorean elves began to lean forward, and the elven warriors wielding four-foot spears, led by the samurai, gritted their teeth and pushed forward in fear of the roar of the iron horse.

Tens of thousands of elven warriors took neat steps, and the roar of shock and trembling instantly weakened the momentum of the hussars a lot.

The silent elven warriors braved the rain of locust-like arrows, stepped on the bones of their robes and compatriots in the front row, and pointed their swinging spears at the hussars who rolled up large snowflakes on the battlefield.

"What's going on?!"

On the battlefield with snowflakes and smoke and dust, the archduke of the scimitar who rode her horse stared at the elven army array opposite, and an indescribable anger kept coming to her heart.

Disrupt the enemy's line with a hussar raid, then take the opportunity to tear through a breach and concentrate a handful of elite cavalry to break through—this was her original plan.

But now the enemy has told her that this will not work at all!

In the face of the cavalry raid, the hastily formed formation of the elves did not panic in the slightest - not that they could not see the fear on their faces, but that they were obviously terrified but still stood in place.

So Salika was left with the last option, leading the hussars to force a suicidal charge against the elves' spear phalanx.

For a cavalry commander, that was the last thing she wanted to make.

Dresis... Isn't that bastard dead?!

Salika couldn't help but look back, glancing at the walls of the Broken Mountain Fortress behind her, she was still counting on the support of ballistas and trebuchets.

"The ears of those chiefs are approaching!" The hussars on the side suddenly shouted anxiously at her, "Lord Jonah, please get an idea as soon as possible!"

"If we drag on like this, we'll have no choice but to retreat!"

"You must not retreat!" Someone immediately retorted loudly: "Withdraw to the fortress at such a time, and the enemy will definitely follow us to cover up and rush into the fortress!"

"Then what do you say?!"

"I don't know, but if we continue like this, we will either be surrounded by them or consumed alive!"

Listening to the chaotic voices in her ears, Salika's breathing became more and more rapid.

Terrible screams and sounds of fighting were constantly heard around - as the Azorean elves began to shrink the "encirclement" and attack the core defense area of the fortress, there were already hussars roaming on both flanks and the enemy.

What if Loren... What would he do if that bastard were to do it?!

With sweat on her forehead, Salika desperately tried to calm herself down—she could even clearly feel her own pounding heartbeat and trembling muscles.

What are we going to do, what is the enemy going to do ... That's what this guy said?

The scene of the fight has already begun to be staged.

There were constantly hussars falling under the spears of the elven pikemen, and the elven warriors who stood out of the line were beheaded by the sabers of the cavalry in the air;

There were horseback warriors who were good at tossing and turning, and there were warriors on horseback who were squeezed alive by the line to the point that they didn't even have room to dodge, and there were also hussars who charged to the death rushed directly into the gun formation, and died with several elven warriors who approached.

So... What is the purpose of the enemy?

Assault with assault and take the fortress in one fell swoop... No, if that were the case, they wouldn't give the fortress time to react, and if they stormed the fortress, the army of more than 40,000 people would be wiped out along with the Broken Mountain Fortress.

Therefore, the enemy is not trying to break through the fortress, but to let himself and the defenders in the fortress "think that they can hold it", and want to find reinforcements while delaying time, besiege themselves and then wait for their "reinforcements" to arrive, and then join up and break through the Broken Boundary Mountain!

This sudden thought startled Salika.

Because in this way, instead of being able to defend passively, the fortress of Broken Mountain must constantly take the initiative to attack and force the enemy to be exhausted, and it must also collect reinforcements as soon as possible to destroy the besieged area;

Not only that, but she must do everything she can to get the news to Loren Turin in the Valley of Bloodborne - since the enemy also has reinforcements, no matter where they come from, their first target must be the Valley of Blood!

Loren Turin... That bastard is in danger!

"Assemble! Assemble! Gather ——! me"

Saltika, who clenched her teeth and stood up directly on horseback, shouted, and the "Iron Horseman" long knife waved in her hand: "Boy's horseback people, line up!"

"Forming a Sharp Arrow Array——!!!!"

Hearing the angry shouts of the Grand Duke, the hussars who were fighting in groups did not hesitate to abandon the enemy beside them and rushed towards the figure that was galloping in the cold wind.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of cavalry were already lined up in front of the trench at the fortress gate, forming a tight and neat riding wall.

"The enemy is in front, and the hometown is in the back!"

Salika, who roared angrily, didn't wait at all, brandished her long knife and was the first to cross the array, and rushed to the elven army array on the opposite side alone:

"Tear them ——!!!!"

Accompanied by a loud horn, the hussars who were shouting angrily were also urging their horses in rows, trying their best to keep up with the figure of the archduke of the scimitar.

In the face of the roar of the iron cavalry that suddenly exploded, the elven army that was still advancing failed to react immediately for a while—the spear phalanx in the front row chose to stand still, but the elven warriors and archers in the back row were still advancing.

There was a neat queue, and there was a brief confusion.

The Azorean elves wondered whether the enemy was merely a threatening temptation to force them back, as they had just been, or whether they were trying to buy time for the fortress in this way.

This puts them in a dilemma... Temporary.

"The enemy is planning to break through!"

The elven warrior surrounded by the banner suddenly spoke: "Let the five thousand people in the central array stop their actions immediately, hold on to the spot, and must not let them break the line, and not let any cavalry go!"

"The two flanks continue to close, compressing the enemy's movement space - remember, only combat is allowed, no pursuit is allowed, and if the enemy has any intention of retreating, let them go immediately!"

"Obey ——!"

The guard, who had received the order, jerked his head.

Soon, the horns of the Azorean elves roared on the battlefield with the roar of horses' hooves, and the elven warriors who received the order immediately began to organize their warriors to defend in place, quietly waiting for the moment when the cavalry on horseback rushed up.

Facing the tight and neat phalanx of pikes, the Boi hussars showed no sign of stopping, and rushed through the center of the battlefield with a fierce shout, and pounced violently.

The horse's hooves splashed mud and snow, and Salika Jonah on horseback couldn't help but squint her eyes, and the long knife in her hand was raised horizontally, and the narrow blade of the knife was trembling slightly.

Right now......

"Boom ————————!!!!"

The moment the explosion sounded on the battlefield, many hussars didn't even have time to see the golden red that pierced the sky, and the pillar of fire that soared into the sky had already occupied their entire field of vision.

On the snow-covered wasteland, the elven warriors who formed a dense phalanx were engulfed in flames one after another, and the explosion tore their bodies to pieces, and the steaming water vapor mixed with the rolling heat spread to the surroundings.

Screams and wails, one after another!

In the deafening explosion, even the tenacious Azorean elven warriors could not help but panic, helpless in the blinding fire and continuous loud noises, and even could only watch their robes be swallowed by the golden red and disappear without a trace.

Looking up, you can still see shadows in the sky that pass overhead, screaming with tearing the air.

The rain of fire ravaged the battlefield, and not only the enemy, but also many hussars were shaken away by the waves of air raised by the explosion, or wailed into running "fireballs", wailing and falling in the white snow, dyed black.

Despite this, thousands of hussars followed closely behind their duke, rushing towards the flame-torn Azorean elven army without looking back.

Caught up!

The stunned Archduke of the Scimitar was stunned for a second, and then the corners of her mouth showed an expression of unparalleled joy - Drexis, you complete bastard......

Finally, it didn't disappoint!

"Fire! Aim at the positions of the Azorean elves, hit me as many as you want!"

On the wall of the fortress of Broken Mountain, the panting Drexis pushed away the guards beside him, and shouted at the beacon tower in a hoarse voice:

"Burn those long ears ——!!!!"

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

"Your Excellency!"

"Hold your ground, don't retreat!"

Seeing the guard's frightened expression, the elven warrior immediately snapped up and said, "Suddenly retreat at such a time, once the enemy's cavalry really covers up, it will immediately turn into a massacre - by then, the number of warriors who will die will not be hundreds, but thousands!"

"The enemy's ballistas and trebuchets, once aimed, could no longer move easily and could only bombard fixed positions, so if they wanted to continue smashing, they had to smash them with their cavalry. ”

"But if it goes on like this......"

"If it goes on like this, the result won't change anything!" the elven warrior looked coldly at the frightened guard: "Either fight to the death with the glorious cavalry of the empire, or be slaughtered." ”

"If His Majesty the Eagle King fails and fails to get the help of the four evil gods, the defenders of the Valley of Bloodbones who have returned to the aid will form a flank attack with the Broken Mountain Fortress, and then all 40,000 warriors will die here in vain!"

"To die for righteousness, or to die in disgrace... Your Excellency, take your pick!"

As the words fell, the elven warrior stopped looking at him, staring at the figure rushing in his direction, and with a blushing face, he drew the Azorean long knife at his waist and pointed straight at the oncoming cavalry.

Amid the roar of flames and horses' hooves, the menacing Boi knights rushed straight into the chaotic Azorean elven army with their sabers held high, and the shouts of battle immediately began.

"Rush, rush over——!" The sharp voice sounded like a banner at the edge of the hussar ranks, and the roaring Salika Jonah was almost squeezed in the center by the hussars on both sides, and finally did not let their Grand Duke really rush to the front.

"Boi, attack ——!!!!"

"Come on, Azorean warriors——!!!!"

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