The fire is shining brightly, and the blood is red.

The moment the 5,000 silver-armored horsemen entered the centaur formation, the entire battlefield was instantly torn apart and chaotic; under the slow advance of the infantry phalanx, the centaur army responsible for intercepting the battlefield had been completely frightened, and the pigs and wolves did not know why.

After the projection position was destroyed, the main force of the centaur army, the four banners, especially the Red Flame Banner and the Hankong Banner, were still trying their best to resist and fight bravely, stopping the momentum of the Silver Armor Cavalry Charge.

Unable to tear through the enemy array, Seth Braha was greeted by a roar of spears from all directions—the centaurs seemed to have completely disregarded their own lives, and even dared to shoot directly from the back of their robes in order to kill a silver-armored horseman.

In the chaotic battlefield, there were constantly silver-armored horsemen who fell from their horses and died, and the Earl Braha, who was also covered in blood, could only grit his teeth and pull out the javelin that pierced his ribs, shouting vigorously, and gathering as many cavalry as possible around him.

However, just as the Boi were well aware of the threat posed by the heavily armed centaurs, the centaurs were well aware of the terrible consequences that would occur if the Silverarmoured Centaurs broke through.

Tens of thousands of Red Flame Banner and Hankong Banner centaurs, just like the Boi Hussars who were also blood-blooded and brave before, stubbornly blocked the charge of the silver-armored horsemen from the front.

Under the continuous and tragic collision, the centaurs were constantly knocked into the air, or beheaded by the knight's sword that came horizontally, and the silver-armored horsemen who were dragged off the war horses were trampled into flesh under the hooves of the horses on both sides.

But that's enough, that's enough.

Seth Braha, who was covered in blood and was still desperately charging, thought so.

With only 5,000 silver-armored horsemen dragging the elite main force of the four banners on the centaur horse, it was enough to reverse the balance of strength on the battlefield... And in the case of the central army being pinned, the enemy's forces that can be put into the battlefield will also be extremely limited.

As long as he persists, Duke László Varna will be able to win the war.

He knew that he was going to die with these 5,000 brothers, and since it was death, he had to die worthily, and pave the way to victory with flesh and blood.

Even if... It's to pay for your own life!

"Warriors of the Great Green Sea, charge with me——!"

Count Braha, with a fierce expression to the extreme, threw away the broken heavy spear in his hand, the long knife unsheathed, and the centaur who rushed towards him with his battle axe fell to the ground.

"Let them pay ——! with blood"

At the same time, the defeated Centaur army regrouped and rushed into battle with Boi's pike-phalanx, constantly trying to bypass the front and tear apart the front line of Boi's army.

At first, the phalanx of pikes could barely cope, but there were more and more enemies, and they were becoming more and more fierce and fearless of death, and a dozen or even dozens of centaurs wielding long-handled axes could directly charge the spear formation and the infantry would be killed, and a rift would be torn open.

After losing nearly half of his army in succession, Halimvan Ashmai had to order the phalanx to stabilize its position and not continue the attack.

This master alchemist is not a true commander after all, and no Grand Duke of Varna can watch the coldness of his soldiers to death... What's more, the phalanx line, which can continue to advance at the moment, has become the key to stabilizing the victory, and it cannot afford losses at all.

As the frontal battlefield came to a standstill, the whole battle situation began to enter a stalemate, and at the same time as the phalanx infantry began to stabilize their positions, the main force of the hussars of the Boi army also began to advance, charging through the gaps between the phalanx and the two flanks, gradually and steadily crushing the enemy's frontal army.

With the help of a solid line, Grand Duke László Varna was finally able to gradually shrink the battlefield, squeezing the living space of the centaur army, so that they did not even have the slightest range of maneuver except for rushing forward head-on.

What was supposed to be a mobile battle based on cavalry turned out to be a positional battle of attack and annihilation - and the phalanx infantry, whose appearance was not good, and the strength was even more uneven, became the top priority of this war.

As long as the centaurs are unable to break through the pikes, they will not be able to inflict substantial damage on the Boi's army, and if they want to break through the phalanx, they will have to attack both flanks, but then they will encounter the main force of Boi's hussars.

That's right, it's an endless loop.

This is the real layout of Laszló Varna... The centaur barbarians would never have imagined that as the leader of the horseback people, they would use the tactics of phalanx infantry to force this victory!

The 10,000 elite heavy-armed centaurs died without a place to be buried, and the extravagant projection weapon positions were completely destroyed by the silver-armored hussars, and the elite main force was pinned down, and the remaining remnants of the frontal troops were unable to break through the spear phalanx for a while.

Centaur barbarians, I really want to ask you in person, excuse me......

What are you going to do to win me?!

The sun that hung high in the sky was sinking in the west, leaving a long shadow on Laszló Varna's hideous face;

As the battle progressed to the grind, even the sounds of the battle sounded tired, and banner-waving heralds galloped across the battlefield, conveying the situation at the forefront to the ears of Duke Boe.

The advance of the front line also caused the wounded soldiers to be sent back from the front line, and the screams and wails of one after another almost drowned out the shouts and sounds of fighting on the battlefield in the distance;

But Laszló Varna, standing under the banner of the scimitar steed, still looked coldly at the battlefield covered with smoke and blood, and coldly watched the warriors on both sides fight on the bones of each other's robes, and did not move from beginning to end.

He was waiting, waiting for the enemy to hold back first.

The battle had been going on from morning to evening, and the front-line fighters on both sides had been fighting for no less than six or seven hours, their physical strength and morale had reached their limits, and the slaughtered troops and corpses were almost piled up on the entire battlefield, and there was no extra space to fill the new army.

In this tragic and peaceful battle, there is only one way to break the deadlock... Mobilize all remaining armies and launch an attack on all fronts.

But this is like a gambler who has placed the last chip on the table, as long as he does not achieve the desired effect, or his offensive is blocked, then he will have to face the counterattack of the enemy's new force.

So Laszló Varna decided to wait until the enemy couldn't help it first... After smashing the five thousand silver-armored horsemen, he no longer had the trump card in his hand that could turn the tide of the battle, and the number of hussars under his command was far less than that of the centaurs.

So come on, you brute, come with me and give it a go.

Right now......

"Kill the two-legged man ——————————!!!!"

Like thunder on the ground, the roar of centaurs rang out from the other side of the battlefield.

Grand Duke Varna's pupils shrank.

The roaring hooves of horses rang out with the continuous howls of war, and the dense sea of centaur armies poured down like a flood breaking through the levees, and rushed unstoppably towards the line of the Boi army.

On the battlefield in the distance, the figures of the silver-armored horsemen who fought bloodily have disappeared without a trace.

"It's ——! now"

Laszló Varna, who was so excited, almost mad that he raised his "Iron Horseman" sword, turned his horse's head and rushed behind him, where the army of 40,000 hussars had been waiting for a whole day.

This elite, which should have been put into the battlefield a long time ago, was held down by him and kept until this moment.

"Boy's Sons ——!"

The cheers of the Grand Duke of Varna made the hussars shake and look at the old and vigorous figure.

"The last of the enemy's strength has rushed towards us, this is the last counterattack of the barbarians, the last struggle of their death, they want to frighten us with such momentum, to break us. ”

"Tell me, can they?!"

"Can't ——————!!!!"

The roar of unwillingness and anger resounded in the sky.

"Now is the time to fight the match, and now is the time to die for Boi!" Laszló Varna pulled the reins and raised his front hooves as he galloped in the direction of the battlefield:

"The Boi - Follow Me to Death——!"

"Blood Debt and Blood Payment————————————!!!!"

The next moment, all the Boi drew their sabers and followed the figure of the Grand Duke of Varna and rushed towards the battlefield.

The last strength of the Boi and the Centaur rushed to the battlefield without reservation, rushing towards each other.

Won.

Even if the Centaur Khan on the opposite side still has 100,000 soldiers in his hands, even if they can be like the elite centaurs before them, they can brave the rain of fire and send them to death... It is also doomed that it will be impossible to turn the tide of the war.

Because war is never a numbers game, it is never a matter of who has more armies to win.

War is a game of confidence and superiority.

Who can always control the situation, who can make their army always believe that they are the side that is destined to win, who can make the soldiers fall to the ground and die at the moment without forgetting to shout and fight...... Whoever can win is the winner!

Under this final offensive, the centaur army, which was blocked by the phalanx of pikes, instantly became fragmented and chaotic, fighting on their own, while the hussars took advantage of the situation to tear open one gap after another, driving straight in, and the gap continued to expand, and then expanded... Until the entire Centaur formation is completely penetrated!

And the centaurs still don't have any posture of surrender or defeat, even if the battle line collapses, they are still fighting desperately... But that wasn't enough to turn the tide of the war.

Gradually, the battle turned from a confrontation to a one-sided slaughter, and the entire centaur army was slaughtered, and the hussars who were rushing back and forth took aim at the remnants of the centaurs who began to turn and flee.

However, the almost palpitable victory made a strange feeling begin to flood the heart of the Grand Duke of Varna.

Wrong.

The whole battle from start to finish... He had never seen the banner of the Great Centaur Khan, let alone him.

Even when it came to the final charge, it did not appear.

But how is this possible?

An army, an army that is tens of thousands or even tens of thousands, the commander must be the most conspicuous one - otherwise how can he make the soldiers have the courage to fight, how can he command his army?

So why, why is the Centaur Great Khan not on the battlefield?

Was he killed by a knight, and why didn't the centaur army collapse and even continue to fight until now?

Why the hell is that?!

"Duke! Duke——!!!!"

A rapid shout rang out from behind him, and László Varna turned to see the agitated Master Aschamai rushing towards him.

The next second, his eyes instinctively shrank.

I didn't see it clearly, but I could only vaguely perceive it... But there was an ominous portent, as if a huge black shadow was approaching from the rear of the battlefield.

I see... Is it the enemy's ambush, and it didn't really launch until this moment, but why didn't you have any scouts before......

"It's those elite heavy-armored centaurs, they're alive again!!!"

Desperately suppressing the tremor in his voice, and his face was full of fear and shock, Master Ashamai pounced directly in front of the duke:

"I don't know how they did it, but those centaurs aren't living things anymore, they're monsters twisted by the Void, and he... They are slaughtering our warriors!"

What the?!

The Grand Duke of Varna's eyes were opened to the maximum.

Blood gushed out, broken limbs, and heads fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the heavily armed "centaurs" who should have died were slaughtering the Boi warriors who were trying their best to fight to the death.

But no matter how desperately they fought, even if they pierced the enemy's heart with sabers and spears, these "monsters" could still continue to slaughter the crumbling front as if nothing had happened.

The entire rear line of the battlefield has been completely reduced to a slaughterhouse, accompanied by terrible screams, terrifying wails one after another strange and hideous black shadows, and the stumps and broken arms are "rolling" in the sea of corpses and blood like waves.

It wasn't until this moment that Laszló Varna really saw the appearance of those terrifying monsters.

And as his gaze passed through the battlefield behind him, another dark shadow appeared at the end of the horizon... Even if he couldn't see clearly, he immediately guessed who it was.

The Great Khan of the Centaur Tribe, the banner owner of the Red Flame Banner, Chakar.

"Chakar ——!!!!"

Varna roared hoarsely, his red eyes unable to express his anger at the moment.

"Duke, duke, we must retreat!" Master Ashamai on the side hurriedly grabbed him and shouted desperately: "It's too late to retreat now, otherwise once the enemy still hides ambushes, the whole army of 100,000 people, including you, will really die without a place to be buried!"

"Run, where to flee?!" However, the Grand Duke of Varna just glared at him fiercely: "Now is the time for a duel, once we retreat, it will become a rout on all fronts, and we really have no chance!"

With that, Laszló Varna raised the "Iron Horseman" long knife in his hand again, and shouted desolately:

"Boy's Sons - Come With Me to Death——!!!!"

The moment the words fell, behind the Boi army, countless terrifying roars resounded throughout the battlefield, and thousands of centaur warriors poured down like a torrent!