The entire battlefield shook as the trembling mountains trampled as thousands of ogres roared out of the Azorean elven camp with shackles and chains, heading for the advancing Byrne legions.

With little psychological preparation at all, Byrne's warriors faced this desolate beast from the ancient wood forest at once.

The four-meter-tall, stout, brownish, fanged behemoths resounded with exclamations from the Byrnes and then stopped to the reprimands of the knights and officers.

"What's that?!"

Ranmaros, the Earl of Lake City, who was wide-eyed, looked stupid, but there was excitement like fire in his eyes: "Oh... Don't tell this thing it can use weapons, can you?!"

"I don't know, but I do know one thing - this thing is definitely not easy to deal with, and it will definitely cause heavy casualties!" The Earl of White Horse Peak gasped and slammed his head back and pressed the right hand of Ranmaleos as he touched the battle flag:

"Release your claws, bastard, you just want to send me to death and give me the duke's orders!"

"What, Rigrel, are you scared? You've survived even the Valley of Blood, and you're scared here?"

"Yes, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of you madman and the group of madmen like you in the back - I finally understand now why the Duke didn't punish me for the Great War of the Empire, because I still have to watch you crazy people who are keen to die!"

"At Byrne, we call this bravery. ”

"Yes, but please be brave when you get the order - dare to disobey the military order, you are a coward!"

"You ......"

Before Rammales could speak, a hurried bugle sounded from the rear of the Byrne formation.

"The trumpets of the exchange front, the order has come. Without waiting for the madman beside him to speak, Rigrel immediately looked at the herald beside him: "Blow the trumpet and raise the flag, the cavalry line retreats, and hand over the position to the duke's archery corps and phalanx corps—alas, you, what do you see me doing, carry out the order, warrior!"

Randallos, who wanted to curse, turned his horse's head and left without looking back.

With the sound of the trumpet, the Byrne regiment methodically completed the alternation of lines in the midst of the vibrations and roars that resounded through the battlefield, and the archers marched forward with neat steps, weaving through the gaps in the cavalry ranks, and stopping in front of the phalanx of spears.

"Shooting Army - Expand Formation!"

Carl Colin, who was expressionless, raised the bright spear in his hand, and the spear body was carried on his shoulder: "Three fronts, stand in place!"

The shield-bearer held up his shield, the shooter raised his spear, and the three staggered arrays quickly spread out in front of the spear phalanx, like a slender black line.

This was actually a bonus—at the end of the Battle for the Highlands, Carl Colin stumbled upon a three-row line, which was the most powerful tactic for the archery;

The narrow front gives it plenty of coverage, the staggered formation keeps at least two rows of soldiers alive, and even if the enemy onslaught is really fast, a three-row array is enough to fire two full volleys, and even allow the first platoon to crouch down and fight for another concentrated fire with all firepower.

Carl Colin found that this weapon was completely different from the crossbow and the like, and that its tactics were never based on power, but on the fastest way to complete the most shots.

The ground trembled beneath his feet, and the roaring ogres were like galloping lava, and the trembling ground was like tens of thousands of horsemen rushing past them;

The shooting soldiers, whose bodies were shaking with the ground, stared at the flag in the commander's hand at the end of the line, not directly ahead, but at his closed mouth.

They could no longer hear the sound of the shaking of the sky and the roar of the beasts, and even had to hold on to the body of the spear to resist the urge to press the firing switch.

The shaking was getting louder and louder, and the surging lava was getting closer.

"Bang ——————————————!!!!"

A loud bang briefly silenced the sound of the lava, and dozens of ogres in the front row fell screaming, most of them only scraped and continued to run wildly, trampling their fallen compatriots into shredded flesh and gushing pus.

"Bang ——————————————!!!!"

Another volley, this time with almost all the shooters aiming for the head, and a whole row of ogres fell with a wail, creating a moment of chaos in the smoke and dust of the furious charge.

But it's only a moment of chaos... With just two volleys fired, this group of roaring beasts was about to rush in front of them!

"Shooter, retreat ——!" Carl Colin, who raised his bright spear, looked around and shouted in a calm voice: "Third platoon, cover - shoot!"

With another thunderclap tearing through the battlefield, the phalanx of spears marching in orderly steps quickly filled the gap in the retreat of the firing corps, and re-opened two rows of formation in the gap between the front and rear phalanxes to shoot and cover.

"Byrne—"

The roaring Earl of Mountain Rock Fort stood at the front of the queue, raising his great sword and looking around: "Defend the line ——! death"

The phalanx infantry, who were striding hard, held their spears and halberds at their feet, their spears resting on their shields, the tips of their spears tilted upwards, and they gritted their teeth and trembled as they watched the four-meter-tall behemoth that had rushed in front of them crash head-on.

"Poof——————!!!!

The ogre, who was the first to crash into the phalanx of spears, fell to the ground wailing as four or five spears pierced into his torso at once, and poured a heavy stench of blood and pus over the heads of the soldiers in front of him like a torrential rain of blood and pus.

The bones of the fallen ogres smashed straight into the front phalanx infantry, and before the back row had time to fill the gap, hundreds of ogres roared and rushed into the line of the spear phalanx.

As the entire front was completely engaged, the tight spear phalanx was torn open several gaps in an instant, and the roaring ogres continued to surge up like undead monsters that were not afraid of death, stepping on the bones of the clan and phalanx soldiers and continuing to rush towards the soldiers in the next row.

In the terrifying and tragic battle, the entire spear phalanx instantly became shaky.

"Bang ——————————————!!!!"

A neat beam of light flashed across the battlefield, curbing the ogre's ferocious assault a little, but only slightly—the Bright Spear wasn't enough to wield its might on a regular battlefield against these massive monsters.

But that's enough.

"Knights, kill the enemy with me!"

The Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, who roared angrily, picked up his greatsword with one hand without hesitation and pounced straight at an ogre who rushed towards him, and the infantry knights in the back row then raised their two-handed greatswords and ran to charge from the gap in the phalanx.

But in the next second, swift figures rushed out of the smoke and dust rolled up by the ogre, and pounced on the sword-wielding foot knights and heavily armed squires.

The knights' two-handed swords collided with the tips of their spears as the spears burst into the air, and the knights, who flashed a flash of consternation for a moment, were immediately stopped and engaged in a battle with the spear-wielding "Azorean elves".

"Where did these rabbits come from?!"

A sword smashed the spear that stabbed it, and the angry Earl of Mountain Rock Fort knocked it back with a horizontal sword, and the sound of broken ribs exploded in his ears: "How did I not know that in addition to the long knife, they are so powerful with spears?!"

"They are not Azorean elves, they are war dancers in the ancient wood forest!"

A certain foot knight who had gone to the Misty Moon Court with Loren shouted loudly, his eyes flashing with anger: "They are all traitors who have abandoned their compatriots and defected to the Azorean elves!"

Before he could finish speaking, the knight was simultaneously surrounded by the wardancers who attacked on both sides, and he fought hard to block a spear with his shoulder armor, and then swung his sword at the enemy on the other side.

"I see, that's why I was sent to die with the ogre, right?" The Earl of Mountain Rock Fort picked up his big sword and smashed it behind him, forcing back an elf who wanted to sneak attack: "What a suitable death for a traitor!"

"Earl——!

There was a knight's exclamation in his ears, and Angot, the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, turned around without hesitation, and swept his big sword back to his side, and the not sharp sword body combined with the heavy weight still cut off the elf.

The foot knight, who had just saved him, was first torn off his shoulder armor by a spear, and then his head was shattered, and the gushing red and white liquid flowed into the eyes of the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle.

Damn it......

"Bell ——!"

With a crisp sound, the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, who had stuck his great sword in the dirt, gasped for breath as he held the hilt of his sword, wiping the blood from his face vigorously, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The Battle of the Imperial Boulevard, the Battle of the Highlands, the forced march of Lothair... When I was young, I slept for one night, and it didn't hurt to play for three days and three nights, but now I'm a little out of breath.

Damn it... I'm really old......

"Old Angt, I know you won't be convinced to say this, but we're not young anymore—you're two years older than me, and at this age we shouldn't be fooling around like we were when we were younger, but we're going to calm down and do as much as we can. ”

"Think about it, with more experience than me, you can definitely be a very good commander, calmly judge the situation, find out his shortcomings on the battlefield for the duke, discover the key that he can't find, and become a trusted right-hand man who can be trusted."

"So after taking over from me this time, you should think more about the mission of the commander of a legion, and leave the glory of charging to the young man, this is not as easy for you as it used to be, not to mention that for us, the duke does not only need a knight, but a commander who can command a large army and advise him......"

The Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, who breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt that there was some truth in what Count Eckert of Fury Castle said.

In the next second, an icy chill rushed from the side, and instinctively turned around to dodge the tip of the spear that stabbed at the front door, stepped forward with his right foot, and grasped the hilt of the great sword stuck in the ground with his left hand, aiming it at the front and slashing head-on.

"Poof——!

The attacking elves didn't even have time to be surprised, they had been split in two by the great sword, and their torsos slashed through the side of the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle like minced flesh, scattering to the ground.

Looking at the pile of rotten meat, the Earl of Mountain Rock Castle, whose blood was surging, was stunned.

"Holy Cross, judging the situation, I'm still very young, can I continue to cut people——!"

Raising his sword with one hand, the roaring Earl of Mountain Rock Castle rushed wildly and pounced on the huge figure of the ogre:

"Byrne—kill the enemy with me!"

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

"These Imperial people... It's as tenacious as ever. ”

Looking at the ogres and war dancers who had been strangled with Byrne's spear phalanx on the battlefield in the distance, but had never been able to complete the breakthrough, the elven prince of Sikotus frowned slightly, and was reminded of some very bad memories of his time in the deep forest castle.

Those savage Lothairians were also completely crushed by round after round of attacks after they were besieged by themselves until they ran out of ammunition and food.

They even dared to charge the well-armed elven warriors and ogres head-on unarmed, and although it was indeed a suicide, it still left a great shock on the Azorean elves.

So much so that the Azorean elves, who admired the way of the warriors, still maintained the most basic respect for the Leven Follis and the fallen Imperial people on the day of the destruction of the castle in the deep forest, and even spontaneously built a simple tomb for the Duke of Lothair.

But for Prince Sicotus, these "venerable enemies" were disgusting to the extreme—the fact that the frontal battlefield was not open meant that he could not bring the elven warriors into battle, or risk being swept over by the ogres.

Prince Sikotus did not think that the savage monsters could distinguish between friend and foe when killing and "cannibalism"; from the moment they entered the battlefield, he expected them to die with the enemy, or at least, to inflict as many casualties as possible on the enemy before they died.

The most important thing is that until now, the Byrnees on the opposite side still haven't used their "heavy knights" - this kind of battle, without the premise of taking out the hole cards in advance, is equivalent to losing half.

"Blow the trumpet in the direction of the camp and order them to send five bows and arrows to cover from the flanks with a thousand troops of samurai, and at the same time set up launchers to open a gap by firing a salvo at the enemy's phalanx. ”

After a moment of contemplation, Sicotus made a more conservative decision.

As for the ogres and the spirits of the ancient woods who took refuge in themselves... Die or die, anyway, I didn't plan to wait until the end of the war to keep this bunch of waste and dregs.

Let them be targets and contribute their last bit of strength to victory.

"Woo——————————!"

The loud sound of a horn came from the direction of the barracks, and the corners of Sicotus's mouth curled up slightly with confidence.

"Your Highness, all launchers are on standby!"

"Then launch!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a blinding light suddenly entered his eyes.

Well?

Sicotus, who blinked slightly, couldn't help but look up at the location where the light was coming from, it was... Directly behind the Byrne's legions, there were almost a thousand paces from the Azorean elves.

A thousand paces away, a white meteor slowly rose into the sky, streaked a graceful trail under the blue dome of Lothair, and then ......

Dive down on the Azorean elves!

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