Battle of Ebotden, noon.

Under the blazing sun, covered in billowing smoke, the only sporadic explosions and roars of the burning, blood-soaked battlefield remained.

The reason is simple: for a full hour, all the projectile weapons on both sides either ran out of ammunition or turned into a pile of scrap metal in the explosion.

Instead of it was the heavy, messy, stormy sound of footsteps that resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ............"

The cold iron boots trampled on the fire-scorched, blood-soaked dirt, and the sound was not as uniform as the Sakran Legion or the Byrne's Phalanx of Spears, but it was just as heart-shaking and earth-shaking.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ............"

Eight thousand royal court guards, three thousand archers and arrows warriors were like flowing tides, holding the sharp blades and longbows in their hands, silently strolling through the courtyard, pressing on the Chinese army on the imperial side.

"Shoot the army, unfold the array !!!"

The red-faced Karcolin shouted the order almost with all his might, as if it would give him a little reassurance.

Facing the obviously elite position of the enemy in front of him, even after many battles, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

At the same time, the Imperial Commander Drexis, who sensed the enemy's movements, immediately sounded the horn of the six flag regiments, and the three thousand veterans of the Heavy Regiments began to advance forward, and as the vanguard of the Chinese army, they quickly spread out their formations directly behind the shooting corps, forming a narrow shield wall.

Their task was to provide short cover for this powerful projection corps while the firing corps retreated.

On the two flanks of the middle horse, with the rolling smoke and the roaring sound of horses' hooves, the two Boi rangers rushed out of the array and assembled on the two wings of the shooting army.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a nervous Drexis was ready for the battle.

But at this moment, in the array of the advancing Azorean elven army, a burst of singing suddenly came:

"We are singing aloud today......

Drink aged brews;

Wine glasses ping-pong;

Crying relatives and friends next to ......"

At the beginning, it was only a faint sound, but in the blink of an eye, it "swept" the entire battlefield like a wave, and the sound became more and more magnificent and loud:

"Drink the old brew;

Wine glasses ping-pong;

crying beside relatives and friends;

Dear sweetheart......

We're going to go on a march;

Go to Sackland!"

On the battlefield shrouded in billowing smoke, as the song got closer and closer, the army of Azorean elves with heavy steps had already appeared dozens of meters away, a few feet away.

"My dear sweetheart......

We're going to go on a march;

Expedition to Sackland!

We're going to Sackland;

Sackland!Sackland!Sackland......"

...... With a hint of apprehension and uneasiness, Karcolin stared at the approaching army of elven warriors singing the "Murder Song", desperately suppressing the fear and impulse in his heart.

He could not be afraid, for every pair of eyes around him were staring at him;

He can't be impulsive, because everyone pins their hopes of life and determination to die on him.

"Shooting Army, eighty meters, salvo!"

With the flash of white light on the battlefield, the roar of explosions and the screams of the figures who fell to the ground, the long-waiting Boi hussars roared and rushed towards the array of royal court guards.

The first to greet them were the salvos of the archers who were not inferior to the archers.

Like a rain of locusts and arrows, a mist of blood splashed in the dust raised by the horses' hooves, and the Boi cavalrymen who fell from their horses disappeared into the smoke and dust with their mounts.

A long howl came from nowhere, and the hussars who charged in a group quickly dispersed, and the galloping horses rolled up puffs of smoke and dust between the two armies, obscuring the sky and the sun.

"Puff! puff......"

Hundreds of black shadows flew out of the smoke and dust, and from the edges of the arrays, the gaps in the shields, into the lines of the archers and warriors.

Screams rang out one after another, and the once sturdy shield wall became vulnerable to the pervasive arrows.

At the same time, the sound of horses' hooves whistling like a storm was still approaching.

The shield-mounted archers were already showing signs of collapse before the hussars could shoot in the whirlwind!

Compared to the "black walls" that fought hundreds of years ago, the shield wall of the Azorean elves is a big joke in front of these fierce horse archers.

In the next second, the hussars who were shouting fiercely drew their cavalry spears and sabers, swept down like a wave of rage, and rushed directly into the array of Azorean elves without concealment.

Slash, ram, stab...... The elven warriors who collided head-on with the Boi hussars, their arrays crumbling and disintegrating with speed visible to the naked eye, and they were able to strike and go, without stopping and coming and going.

Where the horse's hooves trampled it, there was blood!

The crushed elven archers threw down their robes and quickly retreated, while the victorious Boi hussars did not heed the horn behind them, but regrouped and continued the attack.

"Kill the !!! with long ears"

Bloodthirsty roars exploded in the smoke and dust, and the scimitar-wielding hussars screamed and fought fiercely, slamming into the wings of the royal guards.

Bang!

In the midst of the terrifying loud noise, it was not the royal court guards who fell, but Boi's hussars!

The Azorean long sword, comparable to a two-handed broadsword, tore men and horses to shreds, and the sharp tip pierced through the horse's chest and stabbed into the cavalryman's torso.

The royal court guards, clad in armor, spread out their formation, stomping on the ground, and twisting every cavalry that dared to rush into their array to pieces with their dancing long knives!

The screams of the cavalry falling from their horses and falling to the ground were heard in the smoke and dust, and the fallen cavalry were trampled back and forth by the galloping mounts, and the cavalry in the rear slammed into the robes that had stopped in the front row, and fell under the blade of death together.

The royal court guards still maintained their positions, no matter how the hussars rushed back and forth, harassing them with arrows. Saber slashing, mount ramming... Forever maintaining that unhurried pace of advancement, the executioner slashed every enemy who dared to stand before them.

The elite Boi hussars were almost using their lives to tell the robe behind them, the group of fully armed elven warriors wielding big swords, that the flanks and anything didn't exist at all!

After paying the price of nearly half of the casualties, the hussars, whose morale had completely collapsed, turned around and retreated to the rear, charging directly on the flanks of the shooting corps.

The ruthless Karcolin decisively ordered to concentrate fire on the defeated hussars, while quickly closing the line and preparing to retreat while holding his position;

The hussars, who were killed and wounded and were fired by a volley of their own people, scattered and fled in all directions in a panic.

"These old herdsmen who don't listen to orders!"

Watching the scattered Boi hussars fleeing all over the battlefield, and even a few fools rushing to the pikes phalanx on the left flank, Rao is Drexis thought that his temper was good enough, and he couldn't help but scold.

But no matter how angry he was, it was useless, and the heralds around him looked at Dresis anxiously, urging him to give the order as soon as possible and send cavalry to support and harass the enemy as soon as possible, and the shooting corps and three thousand veterans on the front line would be wiped out!

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ............"

The sound of trembling footsteps made Drexis subconsciously clench the reins in his hand.

He also has a mixed team of Byrne Ranger Knights and Imperial Knights, and his own guard has about 1,500 cavalry... But this is the last cavalry.

It was too late to temporarily requisition the reserve cavalry of the second line, not to mention that even the most elite Boi hussars could not survive a charge, and Drexis felt that there was no point in sending them over except to send them to their deaths.

You can't give away the trump card that turned the tide of the battle at such a time.

"The order was given to the firing corps to retreat and enter the predetermined slope to continue covering the firing, and the six veteran flag regiments held their positions in place, and the rear platoon corps began to advance and engage the enemy!"

"Yes!"

The heralds who received the order turned their horses' heads, blew their horns and waved their flags, and rushed to the phalanx of the legions.

"Sakran people, forward !!!"

The earth began to shake, and the 10,000 legion veterans silently raised their kite-shaped shields and set up their halberds, like black waves that turned up and down, and pressed towards the approaching royal court guards.

At the same time, the veterans of the 3,000 legions, who were covering the rapid retreat of the shooting army, were stationed in place, desperately resisting the frantic attack of the royal court guards and the elven archery warriors.

The one-man tall Azorean sword slashed head-on, shattering the veteran's kite-shaped shield with a single blow, and the legion's veteran with a broken left hand snorted in pain and stabbed his halberd head-on at the armor of the royal guard.

"Bell!"

The tip of the halberd shattered the outermost layer of armor, but it was blocked by the lower layer of chain mail, and the royal court guards, who were blocked by the halberd, raised their long knives again and stabbed the tip of the knife into the veteran's face.

Almost at the same time, he was also smashed in the head by the halberd and helmet smashed from the countryside on the side.

On the battlefield where blood gushes, similar scenes are constantly staged.

The veterans of the legion, whose equipment and individual combat power tended to be inferior, could only rely on each other's cooperation, and the tight formation maintained the last bit of advantage, so that they would not collapse at the touch of a button in front of the heavily armed and sword-wielding royal guards.

But this last bit of superiority gradually faded with the advance of the enemy, and the "black wall", which had been impregnable for hundreds of years, continued to melt like butter under the enemy's attack, and the veterans fell like wheat in rows.

It wasn't until the main legion was engaged in battle that the legionnaires barely stood their ground, gritting their teeth and fighting the elven warriors one after another, stepping on the bones of their robes and the fragments of armor and shields on the ground.

The archers who retreated to the gentle slope also re-formed and engaged in firing with the elven archers on the opposite side, and with the cover of the shield bearers, Karcolin was able to draw some fire to support the legionnaires.

But this also meant that the shooting corps was completely exposed to the attention of the enemy ... Shields can block arrows, but they can't block stone and iron crossbow arrows falling from the sky.

At the same time as the archery corps entered the heights, the remaining ballistae and trebuchets of the Azorean elves immediately set fire on the heights, and the immobile archers fell one after another like toys amid the terrifying howls that tore through the air and the roar of landslides.

Shelled by the enemy's projectile weapons, Karcolin not only did not give the order to disperse the formation, but continued to shrink the line to ensure the power of the salvo.

On the battle line covered with bones, the earth scorched by fire and soaked in blood, tossed up and down in the sound of iron boots and roars, mixed with fragments of broken and illegible shapes, weapons, armor, bones... Completely different shapes, fair and undivided between you and mine churning in the mud.

At the same time, the right flank of the empire was also in a state of scorching: the Lothairs, the Oldwood Forest Elves, the Elems, the Arlesians... There is no distinction between you and me, and the Azorean elven warriors are fighting in the smoke and dust, in the woods, up and down the hills, and there is a scuffle.

The balance of the battle is constantly swinging from side to side, but it has never really tipped in favor of either side.

The hope of breaking the balance between the two sides is still on the left flank.

But the battle situation should be as a fierce left flank, but it has become the most "quiet" one of all the battlefields, facing the crazy "provocation" of the Boe and Byrne cavalry, and the Azores are stubbornly defending their positions and are unmoved.

Ignoring the scimitar lady who was blocked by the guards beside her, she even rushed directly to the range of the enemy's bow and arrow, and led the hussars to harass round after round, roundabout shooting and even pretending to charge head-on;

In the face of such a stubborn enemy, Count Eckert of Fort Fury faintly felt that something was wrong, but it was difficult to tell what was wrong, and the most important thing was that the Byrne Legion had been fully engaged in the battle... The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

He couldn't have had two contradictory orders from his already ambitious warriors at the same time, which would only leave the already impregnable formation in disarray, leaving a hole for the enemy... The military order is like a mountain, but it is not a casual joke.

With the slightest hesitation, Eckert still ordered to continue the advance on the enemy army, and at the same time sent more crossbowmen, combined with light cavalry, to harass the Azorean elves' line as soon as the enemy began to attack, trying to get them to launch a counterattack.

"Your Highness, the Byrne cavalry on our right flank has already entered within three hundred paces, and if we don't organize a counterattack as soon as possible, it is very likely that it will ......."

"I know, I have eyes, and I have seen them. ”

Impatiently interrupting the warrior leader behind him, the elven prince glanced at the elven wizards on the other side: "How are you prepared, can you guarantee that the cage can hold him?"

"In accordance with your instructions, we have strengthened the security and stability of the cage as much as possible. The trembling elven warrior hurriedly replied, "Although it is possible to ensure that the capture can be completed if necessary, the danger is still ......"

"Since you can, let's do it!" the elf prince waved his hand:

"It's time to surprise our old friend 'Byrne' with a big surprise!"