"The whole army is in position, set up a spear!"

When the Azorean elven warriors rushed past the last golden lion battle flag on a black background, Carl Colin, who was tense all over, roared without hesitation.

The moment the words fell, the shooters on both sides were slightly flustered and put the "Bright Light Spear" in their hands on the shield of the warrior in front of them like a commander.

As a standard witcher, Carl Colin has not had a very good military resume, and he has never held the position of commander, but he has a lot of experience in fighting alone and breaking out.

So he understands very well that Lord Loren appointed himself as the commander of the "Shooting Army" not because he fell in love with his hidden commanding talent, let alone because of some kind of "personality charm" that cannot be explained.

"One hundred and fifty meters, turn on the trigger!"

"Shooter, reload!"

Compared to the slightly trembling shooters, the shieldbearers who crouched on the ground with their kite shields on their shoulders were very calm - most of them were from the unsuccessful witchers, and a small number were selected by Dalton Kander from among the night watchmen who could confirm their loyalty.

Junior officers, escort shooters, overseers... These people are the key to ensuring the normal operation of the entire shooting army.

So Lord Loren appointed himself simply because he was loyal enough, able to carry out any orders without scruples, and calm enough... calm enough to carry out his orders in an orderly manner before he died.

Staring at the first elven warrior rushing towards him, relying on Carl Colin, who had many years of experience, he kept calculating the distance between them.

One hundred and two, one hundred and one... Eight, seven, six......

"One hundred meters, fire!"

At the moment of roaring, Carl Colin, who did not hesitate to press the firing device, could faintly feel that the weapon in his hand used itself to activate a low-level spell - although it was faint enough to be only at the level of a firefly charm, but it was indeed felt.

"Bang ——————————!!!!"

With a loud thunderous roar, a blinding white light flashed through the warring sides.

At the same time, the Azorean elven army charging on the opposite side was shocked, and the momentum of the charge was immediately interrupted by force-in front of the narrow queue, almost a whole row of elven warriors fell.

Anson, who was shocked, was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

Loren Turin... The wizards of the empire have actually completed the combination of high-level magic spells and alchemy, and they have also achieved miniaturization?!

"Attack, attack, attack, don't stop!" Anson, who was eager to grit his teeth, roared, "Rush over and crush them!" with their blood, witness the ......courage of the elven warriors."

"Bang ———————————!!!!"

It was so short that there was only a split second, and a neat thunderous roar flashed again.

"Bell!

Three sparks flickered, and the blindfolded elf girl who rushed in front of Anson at some point had already swung three knives in the blink of an eye, bounced off all the incoming beams.

"Sister?!"

"Keep commanding, Anson - I'll take care of the rest!"

"Understood!"

Almost at the moment when the words fell, another loud bang rose into the sky... This time, it's at the feet of the elven warriors.

"Boom ————————————!!!!"

Golden-red pillars of light rose into the sky, and a long line of fire split the battlefield in two.

"Alchemy Bomb?!"

Staring at the sky-high fire, the stunned Grand Duke of Ellemont blurted out: "Loren Turin... He planted an alchemy bomb in the trench in front of the position that could be triggered?!"

"You don't need a bunch of alchemy bombs that can be triggered, you just need to bury it under a shallow layer of dirt and fill it with asphalt and ignition agent underneath. ”

Grand Duke Arles' eyes lit up: "It's smart to do this—since the new army is mainly about projecting weapons, then naturally it should be as close as possible to the enemy, and I guess Duke Byrne should have similar traps on both flanks of his line." ”

"It's not enough to make your enemies unapproachable, because your enemies are a group of magical elven warriors who are not afraid of death!"

At the moment of the explosion and roaring, a wall of light blocked the raging flames like a tide—pure silver light shining in the dawn sun, like glass panes falling and scattering.

Under the reflection of the firelight, the elven boy with his arms outstretched was sweating profusely, gasping for breath, and behind him was the elven warrior who had just survived the explosion and had not yet recovered from his panic.

"I'm the Imperial Court's Assistant...'Tracing Light' wizard Anson Zade, Loren Turin... It doesn't matter what kind of monster you are......"

"Both... No, no, look, I'm ——!."

The moment the roar sounded, the silver-white light turned into a spear in his right hand, piercing into the sea of fire.

"Bang ——!!!!"

The silver light flashed, and a gap was blown in the burning fire.

"Sister-sama——!"

The moment the shout sounded, the blindfolded elf girl wielding an ancient knife was the first to rush into the sea of fire and rush towards the line of the Byrne Legion.

With roars, screams, and roars, the elven warriors who had long given up hope of survival also raised their long knives and burst into the sea of fire.

"Bang ——————————!!!!"

Almost at the same time as the elven warriors burst into the flames, there was a neat thunderclap on the line of the Byrne Legion.

As the enemy approached, the firing speed and power of the Byrne Legion not only did not decrease, but also tended to rise.

In addition to the blindfolded elven girl, and a very small number of elven warriors forcibly parried and bounced off the oncoming beams, and the elven warriors who rushed through the sea of fire were hit one after another - either falling into the burning trench, or being ignited by the sea of fire behind them, or being pierced through the limbs and chests by the beams......

Screams came and went.

"Bang ——————————!!!!"

A uniform roar sounded again, and another whole row of elven warriors fell.

The burning battlefield, the thunderous roar was like the roar of the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, and every time it sounded, dozens or hundreds of elven warriors fell silently.

a flash of light;

the blazing fire;

a body that fell silently;

samurai who fought for their lives;

And also......

With wide-eyed eyes and screams echoing in his ears, Anson Zade, who screamed and roared, slowly raised his gaze like a death row prisoner who suddenly woke up in hell.

Five meteor-like pillars of light swooped down from the sky and swooped down on them.

Boom ————————

The moment the explosion sounded, a dazzling white light falling from the sky once again covered the entire battlefield.

"Column, change row!"

With the neat command of the officers, the shooters standing on the front line raised their bright spears from their shields with smoking holes, and retreated to the second row through the gap between the shields as fast as possible, while the soldiers in the back row immediately stepped forward to fill the vacant seats... Especially in some of the vacant seats where there are no longer living people.

In just a few volleys, before the enemy was even close, the newly born shooting corps had already appeared on the list of casualties, for a variety of reasons - unstable power of the void, irregular operation in panic, malfunction of firing device... The results were surprisingly consistent.

exploded, then killed, and the survival rate was almost zero ... This "new weapon" is highly effective at killing enemies and committing suicide.

While rubbing his shoulder, which was aching from the back and forth impact of the wooden support, Carl Colin couldn't help but think.

But... It's all worth it.

There's no need for strenuous reloading, no too long practice, and no effort - just follow the command and shoot and take out the enemy with ease.

No matter how good a crossbowman or archer is, his physical strength is exhausted after shooting ten arrows at a rapid pace, and the "bright spear" in his hand... If he didn't fight his shoulders, Carl Collin felt that he wouldn't feel tired even after a day.

When he saw the elven warriors on the opposite side who were falling in the sea of fire and round after round of volleys, the witcher couldn't help but think of Loren's words again.

“...... One day, we will be able to get these weapons in the hands of the soldiers, stand three hundred paces away, and instantly fire dozens or hundreds of crossbow arrows that can pierce the armor......"

“...... This weapon will eventually turn the sword into a dispensable, the delicate armor into an ornament, and all wars into a brutal contest between three hundred paces to see who can kill each other faster......"

“...... Crumple glory into waste paper, make war rigid and rigid, turn the courage of all soldiers into a joke three hundred paces away, and calm killing will replace bloody hand-to-hand combat......"

“...... In the end, all beautiful illusions and decorations are destroyed, and the war is exposed to its truest cruelty. Carl Colin muttered under his breath, his eyes glinting with a peculiar brilliance.

Is that the future that the Duke wants to create, it sounds really cruel to the extreme.

But if that's the case......

Then it's up to me... Be the first to open it with your own hands!

"Blow the marching trumpet!"

Carl Colin turned his head sharply and looked at the herald behind him: "Tell them that there is no need to leave any more reserves, and after the herald, line up in line, spread out to both flanks and then light the bonfires in the trenches, surround the enemy troops, and concentrate fire!"

"Yes!" the herald nodded sharply, then looked tentatively at the witcher, "So... If you want to expand the formation, how many rows do you think is appropriate?"

"How many rows is appropriate?"

Carl Colin turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him, and then at the Azorean elven warriors who were desperately rushing forward in the sea of fire on the opposite side—in order to intercept them, the shield bearers in the front row had already picked up their spears and zither-shaped shields and formed a phalanx to intercept them.

That's right, if the front is too thin, there is indeed a possibility of being breached, then ......

"Two rows... No. Before he could finish speaking, Carl Colin shook his head:

"Let's form three rows. ”

"Bang ——————————!!!!"

With a continuous flurry of neat volleys and flames exploding in the trenches, the Byrne Legion... Or rather, the shooting corps began to unfold the array, and the nine-row array, which was not too thick, became three, and at the same time ignited the trenches on both wings, completing the final encirclement of the Azorean elves.

The expressions of the two Grand Dukes and Brandon at the rear of the battlefield were tense at the same time, and they were preoccupied - open the front, which means that they are going to enter the full reserve and start a decisive battle against the enemy!

However, in the next second, the soldiers of the shooting army who lit the bonfire were still unhurriedly reorganizing their positions on the battlefield, forming a narrow three-row array, unhurriedly setting up bright spears, unhurriedly loading, aiming, and shooting.

Aside from changing the formation from a horizontal formation to a trapezoidal with sloping sides, there was no change in the way the battle was conducted - monotonous to static, and even a little scoundrel, as if it had found some way to restrain the enemy, so it continued to be used until the enemy was completely worn to death.

The roaring and neat sound of the hammer sounded numbing.

But the terrible screams on the battlefield, the rows of fallen elven warriors, made them hold their breath.

"Bang ——————————!!!!"

It was this simple, boring, mechanical, and numbing way of fighting that kept the Azorean elven warriors from entering, struggling in the sea of fire, and the brave warriors fell one by one, no matter how much they tried to break through, they could never cross the fire and threaten the Byrne army behind the trenches.

This is no longer the epic battle that poetry celebrates, it is a slaughter like slaughtering pigs and sheep.

Beams of light piercing through the body, blood arrows gushing out, samurai crawling and struggling in flames or scorched earth, long knives scattered on the ground......

In Brandon's bright red pupils, an elven warrior with superb sword skills was reflected, and with the long knife in his hand, he flicked away almost all the beams of light that came at him, and with the way of a samurai who seemed to be able to control the flames, he led his comrades to break through the sea of fire, approaching within twenty meters of the Byrne Legion for the first time, and then ......

The meteors that fell from the sky were wiped out of the dregs.

On the other side of the fire, the silver-wielding Anson Zade was still resisting, but he could see that he was already at the end of his crossbow - he could have blocked the light of the flames, but in just a quarter of an hour, it was already very difficult to protect himself.

If it weren't for the elven girl who stood in front of him and kept bouncing off the beam, he would have been beaten into a sieve long ago.

Again and again on the blood-soaked battlefield, Anson Zade organized charging ranks, and again and again they were crushed by salvos coming from three directions at once, and the samurai no longer even dared to form tight formations with incessant loud noises, because by doing so, they would only become live targets in front of the Byrne legions.

Once, twice, three times...... The mournful elven warriors fell in the sea of fire and piles of bones, and threw themselves in the path of the charge.

One loud bang after another, mercilessly tore at their flesh and blood, striking the long knives in their hands, crushing their glory and pride.

There was not even a chance to resist, because the enemy was a hundred meters away;

There was not even a chance to get close, and the salvo from three directions and the fiery trench several meters wide in front of him blocked the path of the vast majority of the samurai;

There was not even a chance to escape, the entire battlefield on the heights was already surrounded on all sides, and Boi's hussars were waiting for them on the periphery.

"It's over. ”

The calm Brandon said lightly, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose with excitement:

"It's over. ”

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