After the opening two axes of "Charles Organ" and "Charles Big Pineapple", the elven phalanx again slowly but surely marched towards the gap in the training camp wall with the whistle.

Because most of the few new weapons in Sycamore City's inventory were allocated to the other two battlefields with small numbers but high firepower, the battle on the Fishman training camp side was dominated by infantry.

A layer of white light shrouded the elven phalanx at the same time, and with each step the elves took, the light became more and more vigorous.

When the phalanx advanced nearly twenty meters, the fish people could only see an almost square piece of foggy white light outside, and they couldn't see the details of the elves' arrangement at all.

The commander of the fish-man training camp here took a deep breath, it seemed that today's battle was difficult.

After the wall is blown down, the defense of the camp can be said to be useless, and the effect of the trench will be reduced to a minimum.

Without the threat of ranged attacks on the wall, the elven mage temporarily filled in a trench and only a few earth magic.

The fishmen who had lost the first game were quickly assembled again, only at this point their morale was low, and the time to unfold their shields after the magic synchronization was a little slower than usual.

"We can't go on like this. "The enemy's advantage in long-range attacks is too great to be counteracted by rushing forward and engaging in hand-to-hand combat." ”

To fight this battle well, morale must first be raised.

The Fishman Commander's voice was magically amplified and drifted through the night sky.

"Our enemies are assembled. Now we know where they want to die, and their time has come! Firm your faith, put aside the fear in your hearts, and let anger give you greater strength!"

"This is the fateful moment! Let's throw off our shackles, form the perfect front, and move forward! We want to prove that we are indestructible and that we can defeat anyone. ！”

"It's time for battle! Put on your armor, hold on to your shield, draw your sword, and let your enemies never see the sun again!"

The short, firm, and powerful pre-war speech spread farther and farther out in the night, and the elves heard the sound that calmed the slightly flustered fish-man.

The elves were unmoved, and the entire phalanx stopped when it was still nearly two hundred meters away from the wall, and after re-fine-tuning, they waited for the enemy to attack.

"Córdoba. George exclaimed.

"Here!"

An officer not far from George immediately came to his side.

"Then you command. George said to Córdoba.

Córdoba was immediately commanded, and although he was now only a squad leader, the elves' long lifespan gave them plenty of time to learn how to command higher-level battles.

Córdoba and George were standing together in the center of the phalanx on a makeshift wooden platform about their height with empty ammunition boxes, to observe the battlefield.

Córdoba, who originally only commanded a detachment of 100 people, looked around at the more than 3,000 comrades-in-arms around him, suppressed his nervousness and excitement, and then issued the first order.

"All Level 1 Ready!"

The "organists" and "big pineapples" who had just fired half of their ammunition on the two flanks outside the phalanx immediately retreated around the command platform, and then adjusted their direction and elevation angle to provide fire support if needed, while the sword and shield soldiers surrounded themselves to protect these long-range weapons.

At this time, the elven phalanx, the pikemen formed a hollow square phalanx in the center, and the new weapons were arranged inside, and each of the four corners had a long-range troop phalanx that formed a small square.

The regrouped fishmen split up their forces to block behind the gap, and they nervously reinforced the magic circle that shrouded their ranks, waiting for the attack to come again.

But after waiting for a few minutes, the elf shrouded in white light a hundred meters away did not move, and it seemed that there was no intention of taking the initiative to attack.

The commander of the fish-man frowned, he didn't expect the elves to attack in one go.

He said a few words to the attendant beside him, and then the attendant left the watchtower in the barracks.

The squire ran to the creek south of the camp, which was a mess and the ground was full of things.

The attendant quickly took off his boots and trousers under his long skirt, and threw them on the shore like the boots and trousers of other fishmen, and then jumped into the river.

After a moment of deformation, the squire's legs turned into tail fins, and then swam downstream.

Because of the rain a few days ago, the river was muddy, making it difficult for him to breathe underwater, like breathing in the haze on land.

After swimming for about ten minutes, a huge team appeared in front of him.

More than 2,000 fishmen swam downstream in the river, and the waterway was almost full for a while.

The squire took a moment to find the commander of the team and relay the latest orders to him.

The team, which was supposed to sneak up on the rear, changed their aim, and a few minutes later they rushed to the riverbank before launching a surprise charge towards the flank of the elves' phalanx.

The fish-man commander, who was worried that the elves were plotting against him, was afraid that it would be bad for him to delay time, so he arranged for the sneak attack team that had planned to go around the rear to launch an attack in advance, conducting offensive reconnaissance and disrupting the rhythm of the elves.

The movement of the fish-man when he came out of the water was very loud, and in the silent night, the elves with keen hearing could faintly hear the sound of water from two or three hundred meters away.

Córdoba immediately ordered: "All secondary preparations, the enemy is on the east and west sides!"

There was more than one sneak attack team of the Fishmen, and at the beginning, the commander of the Fishmen sent one team to each of the upstream and downstream.

There were nearly 5,000 fishmen on the left and right, and their strength was almost twice that of the elves.

On the watchtower, the Fishman Commander's attention was focused on the scene, and the Fishman soldiers below were ready to use the improvised wooden bridge to charge across the trench. Once the two raiding teams have entangled the elves, the main force of the Fishmen in the barracks will charge.

The well-trained fishmen lined up soon after coming ashore, forming a horizontal line and trotting towards the elven-shrouded light mist.

One hundred and fifty meters away from the elves, the fishmen synchronized their magic as they went, their azure magical shields enveloping them.

At this time, the elf's arrow rain has also arrived, and the arrows at this distance can only injure the sturdy fishmen, and even scratch the fishmen who are wearing armor and protected by magic shields, and this arrow rain can only consume the strength of the magic shield.

When the fish herders were still a hundred meters away from the elves, they threw a javelin.

At this distance, the javelin thrown by a strong fish-man is not trivial.

It's just that the light mist shrouded outside the elven phalanx is actually a magic shield, and the speed of the rain-like javelin suddenly decreases sharply after piercing into the light mist, and finally the javelin that has lost its kinetic energy slowly falls to the ground as if it has become lighter.

At the same time, the mage battle between the two sides began.

The Fish-Man Mage, who is naturally friendly to the water element, uses the water-based variant ice magic as his main means of attack, while the Elven Mage also uses the fire magic with the weakest resistance of the Fish-Man, and is also supplemented by the wind element to "borrow the wind from fire".

There isn't that much magic on the battlefield, and everything revolves around pouring the most magic out of the enemy's head in the shortest amount of time.

The first step in magic warfare is to break the enemy's magic shield, and whichever side breaks the enemy's shield first, then they win half first.

Elves with superior magic have always had an easy advantage in magic warfare on the battlefield, so the fish-men must kill the open space in front of them as quickly as possible, pulling the battle into the hand-to-hand combat stage where the magician is limited.

The phalanx of elves is like a fire butterfly spreading its wings in the night, and the brilliant fire magic such as fireballs, fire storms, and fire tornadoes pounce on the two winged fishmen, and the magic that streaks across the night sky is like the inflamed fire wings. And the magic that flies in the opposite direction emits a blue or white glow, dotted with the wings of flames.

The mer-man's magical shield crumbled, and the elven light mist faded.

From time to time, their commander sent signals to coordinate the speed of the flanking teams on both sides of the watchtower, so that they could reach the point where the charge was launched at the same time, and at the same time attack the elven formation.

The fish-man team that released their magic and threw javelins to cover their attack advanced to a place more than seventy meters away from the elven army formation where they could already see the shadow of the opponent, and a few steps further was the distance to launch the charge.

At this time, the magic shield of the fish-man has almost failed, and there are already casualties in the queue.

Just like at this moment, Córdoba on the podium shouted: "Launch!"