"Byrne——, Forward ——!!!!"

With the loud voice of the Earl of Fort Fury, the Byrne Foot Knights, wielding heavy two-handed swords, stepped forward and entered the battlefield first.

Under the cloudless clear sky, the distant horizon was full of centaur armies, dense figures rolling up smoke and dust, countless iron hooves beating on the flat grass, towards Byrne's black and gold lion flag.

"It's coming. ”

Salald, Count of Fort Spear, looked at the centaur army that swept down in the distance, and looked back at Eckert beside him solemnly:

"It's the upper four banners of the centaur tribe, the tribes of the White River Banner, and the group of brutes will not be less than 30,000, I'm afraid it's the entire strength of the entire banner department!"

Ackert, who frowned, bowed slightly, didn't say anything, but couldn't help but glance behind him.

Just behind the Byrne formation, the dwarven army from Silverhelm Mountain is also slowly entering the battlefield... Perhaps because of the "racial disadvantage", their speed has always been much slower than that of the Byrne army, and they have not completed the formation until now.

Just, really just because of the problem of "speed"?

"Do you think they can be trusted?"

Turning his head to look behind him, the young Count Salad almost wrote the word "suspicion" directly on his face: "We fought with them not long ago, and we suffered heavy casualties, and now we have to fight side by side with them, which is too ......."

What answered him was the sound of Eckert's long sword unsheathed.

"Nothing believe it or not, this is war, this is the battlefield. The Earl of Fury Castle coldly put the blade at his side: "If you don't trust your comrades on the battlefield, it will only make you die faster!"

"As for why Byrne entered the battlefield first... We are using the lives and deaths of the dwarves, women, children, and the old and weak of the Silver Helmet Mountain to force them to fight for us; how can we not stand up first and set some example?"

Count Salald's expression changed slightly, gritted his teeth, and stabbed the tips of his two-handed greatsword into the dirt.

In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan of "rescuing the trapped Boi's main force", Loren chose the tactic of splitting and attacking from multiple battlefields and directions, after consulting with everyone, and besieging and flanking the centaur army from multiple battlefields and directions.

Of course, he couldn't help but "divide and attack" - the main force of Boi was besieged, and the remaining rangers were scattered on the prairie near the Thousand Tent City, and it would take two to three days just to assemble;

The army of the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain is close at hand, but the two sides have just experienced a bloody battle with heavy casualties, and it is impossible to make the two armies cooperate "intimately" on the battlefield.

As for the "Imperial Legion" ... Not to mention that Loren is not qualified to mobilize the other party at all, if it is really His Majesty Eckhart II himself, I am afraid that "who listens to whom" on the battlefield will have to draw a huge question mark.

As expected, after quickly massing forces and deploying, although the troops from all directions swept away the enemy patrols, the target was exposed, and the centaurs immediately launched a counterattack.

It's just that the strength of the counterattack is really unexpected - in order to intercept the dwarf army from the south and north, the centaurs actually directly mobilized tens of thousands of troops, and they are also one of the elite forces of the Four Banners.

At this moment, the dwarven legion behind him has not yet entered the battlefield, but the centaur army in front of him has begun to attack, and a small number of Byrne legions, which were originally only responsible for "cooperation", have been caught in the center of the battlefield, and have to face the centaur army that is about to pounce!

"They're going to charge!"

Under the sound of shaking the earth, Count Salald, who suddenly looked back, looked at the army of centaurs who were fierce and screaming, and his face turned pale:

"They're about to charge, what are we going to do, Lord Eckert?!"

The Earl of Castle of Fury, who pursed the corners of his mouth tightly and looked solemnly, did not say a word, did not even give him a look, and looked straight ahead without squinting.

In the rear of the Byrne army, the dwarves were still unhurriedly adjusting their formations, preparing to enter the battlefield, and they didn't seem to care about the life or death of the Byrne army.

"Lord Eckert?!"

Under the deafening sound of horses' hooves, Count Salad roared hoarsely, and his eyes were extremely anxious: "We alone will never be able to stop them, Lord Eckert——!"

"Those dwarves don't care about our lives or deaths, they must have intended to betray Byrne from the beginning, the Duke must have been deceived by them, it must be so!" the young Earl hissed with restless rage:

"Give the order quickly, Count Eckert, the knights of Byrne must not be sent to death in vain because of the enemy's conspiracy on such a battlefield!"

The next moment, the blade of the sword in Eckert's hand flashed, slicing through Salald's cheek and across his shoulder.

"Ai, Lord Eckert?"

The Earl of Fort Fury looked at him quietly, and only after a while did he speak: "I'll just ask ......."

"Afraid of death?!"

Shocked, Salald's eyes widened, and the words burst out from between his teeth: "Don't be afraid!"

Eckert looked back slowly, his eyes swept over the knights who were also standing in place behind him, and his eyes widened angrily: "What about you, are you afraid of death?!"

"No ————————!!!!"

"Then straighten your backs, and even if you die here, don't disgrace the Duke and Byrne in front of the dwarves and centaur barbarians!"

"Before the start of the war, it is my order for the Byrne army to hold their positions first, you are warriors, and it is your duty to obey orders, do you plan to disobey orders and disgrace the Duke and Byrne?!"

"Never ————————!!!!"

"Good!" Eckert turned, and the blade was withdrawn from Count Salald's shoulder:

"Then show me!"

The words echoed in his ears, and his cheek was torn open, and Salald's face was covered with blood, but he didn't care as if he was angry, staring at the enemy in front of him.

Hoofs roared, and the earthquake trembled.

The army of centaurs who were screaming and fighting had already crossed the horizon, and the rough figures wielding axes and throwing spears at the forefront were already clearly recognizable.

Looking at the rapidly approaching "monstrous waves", Count Salald, who was familiar with cavalry, couldn't help but silently think in his heart.

Eight hundred steps......

Behind them, the dwarves who had finally assembled into an army were still trotting forward unhurriedly, but their "five-headed" small short legs, even if they ran, were similar to the speed of human walking.

"The Byrnes ——, Scattered——!"

Eckert's roar rang out again, and the blade struck to the right:

"Meet the ——!!!!"

As the words fell, the knights wielding their two-handed swords spread out to the sides, their snow-bright blades flashing like bright silver in the clear sky, exuding a chill.

Five hundred steps......

Salald solemnly looked at the centaur who was about to rush up, and under his burly posture was a terrifying bloodthirsty killing intent.

The momentum is overwhelming!

Gritting his teeth, Salald, whose face was pale, once again couldn't help but look at Eckert's back, and the Count of Fort Fury, who had stood in front of him all along, stood firm and motionless.

Trembling and clenching the hilt of his sword, the young Earl of Bannerspear Castle tried desperately to calm himself.

Forget it, so be it.

It's a big deal!

300 steps......

Without Ecter's order, the infantry knights in the front row knelt on one knee in unison, the hilt of their swords fixed in the mud, and then raised their swords like spears;

In Byrne's tactics, the knights used infantry to meet the enemy's cavalry, and there was only a brief chance to kill the enemy.

And at this moment......

"Buzz ——————!!!!"

The whistling sound that tore through the air suddenly rang out from the rear of the Byrne army.

Is that... The sound of a crossbow?

Count Salald almost subconsciously raised his head, looked at the sky above him, and then his eyes froze.

Countless arrows rose into the air like swarms of locusts, swept over the heads of the Byrne army, and cut an elegant parabola through midair.

In the next second, with a piercing and sharp tearing sound, an overwhelming rain of arrows fell head-on, and in an instant, it "poured" into the charging centaur army!

"Puff-poof-puff-"

Screams and wails rang out one after another, and the entire centaur army was as if it had been washed by a torrential rain, and the rain of arrows swept almost in pieces, and the screaming centaurs bent down and fell to the ground, and then they were trampled to death by the centaurs who charged behind them, and even the charging formation was paused.

"Crossbow bolts?!"

Salald blurted out in astonishment: "They planned this from the beginning......"

Before he finished speaking, the dwarven infantry who were trotting all the way had already streamed through the gaps in the Byrne army formation in a uniform manner.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of dwarves with shields and halberds had already built new defensive positions, a phalanx the size of a hundred-man team, with only two or three people passing in between.

If the Byrne army is a war machine, then the dwarven army is a more sophisticated, top-of-the-line armament - each soldier is like a cogwheel that is tightly knit, and there is not the slightest deviation visible to the naked eye.

With a piercing whistle, the dwarves behind the shield wall smashed their shields down in unison, and the outstretched halberd stuck on the shield's gun mount, pressed the shield against his shoulder, and then ......

"Bang ———!!!!"

A bang!

The dwarven shield wall standing in place was like a reef, and the front of the centaur charged like a stormy wave.

Bones and muscles were broken, blood gushed out, and the sound of blades breaking resounded in the sky!

Under the momentum of the almost desperate charge of the centaurs, the first warriors on both sides in front of the shield wall were almost all killed, and the men turned on their backs.

In the howl of war like a storm, the hideous-looking centaurs were almost afraid of death, desperately impacting the dwarves' shield walls, and even passing through the dwarves' lines through the gaps, using the impact to use the long-handled axes in their hands to knock the dwarves into the air and fall to the ground fiercely.

Then the tomahawk fell, and the blood splattered!

But that's about it.

Before the centaurs who had crossed the dwarven line could fight back, they were slammed through their chests and heads with heavy crossbowmen from the crossbowmen hiding behind the shield wall, and fell to the grass without saying a word.

The centaurs, who finally realized that they had encountered the bones, were turning backwards like a tidal wave, leaving behind a battlefield that was almost covered with the bones of both sides, and many of the dying centaurs were still struggling desperately, until the dwarves stepped forward and pierced their heads with the tips of their halberds.

Standing in the first row of the Byrne army from beginning to end, Eckert was expressionless, watching coldly as the dwarven army formation gradually became like a fallen trapezoid, and the running soldiers turned to the left and right, gradually unfolding on the battlefield in a clockwise direction;

The U-turn centaur army parted like flowing water, and the whistling spears landed on the dwarven shield wall one after another, while trying to weave their wings around the dwarven front.

But at the same time as the centaurs retreated in a roundabout way, the two wings of the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain, the left and right hypotenuses of the entire "trapezoidal army formation" had been completely opened, and a new line of defense was quickly formed.

After only a moment's stalemate, the screaming centaurs launched a second charge again - because the first charge compressed the space of the battlefield, and if they retreated at this time, the enemy would only steal the initiative of the battlefield, or fall into the range of the dwarven army's rain of arrows.

Only by rushing forward and tearing apart their defenses can the current deadlock be broken.

With a shout of rage from a leader with a cross scar on his chest, the retreating centaurs regrouped and roared into a new charge on the wings.

In the billowing smoke and dust, countless iron horsemen shook the earth, and in a furious roar, they swooped desperately to the side of the dwarven formation.

Their enemies, however, were not the dwarven hoplites they saw in front of them.

"Byrne——, Forward ——!!!!"

In the next second, Count Salald, who was wielding a two-handed broadsword, let out a loud shout, and took the lead in rushing out of the dwarven defense line through the gap in the shield wall, and the heavy greatsword was dragged behind him, and the moment it was suddenly swung, the air screamed loudly.

"Poof——!!!!

The greatsword fell, and the hideous-looking young earl swung his head-on longaxe, and took a few steps back under the charge of the centaur, but still stabbed the rough greatsword out.

The centaur screamed in disbelief as he looked at his chest, the rough sword piercing through his torso, and his ribs, spine, and organs were all crushed by the blade piercing from behind!

"I thought you were really going to betray the Duke and watch us die. ”

The Earl of Fort Fury, who didn't look back, said indifferently.

"Don't think we didn't think so, Lord Earl of Byrne. With a cold snort, the dwarf Mihailo stepped forward:

"You Baien people have violated our homeland, trampled on our dignity, and killed our compatriots, the people of the Yunling Kingdom, and you will never forget such hatred!"

"Yes, just as the Byrnes can never forget the miserable years when the dwarves enslaved us for hundreds of years. ”

Iket nodded, "We all have hatred that we can't forget, Byrne and the Yunling Kingdom... We can be peaceful, but we can never be friends. ”

"It's just that we ...... right now," the dwarf Mihailo's eyes widened:

"There is a common enemy!"