"Boom ————————!!!!"

The "rain of fire" falling from the sky was accompanied by a loud noise, and the center of the battlefield instantly rolled up with rolling flames and heat waves.

The earth shook and let out the most miserable wails in the continuous roar.

"Crazy, that madman——!"

The jaw-dropping Grand Duke László Varna's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared in disbelief at the "meteors" that streaked across the sky like a raging storm, falling scattered to every corner of the center of the battlefield, blooming one after another blood-red "flaming flowers".

The entire battlefield was ravaged under the relentless "rain of fire" of the centaurs; the dense barrage was so dense that a large area could be enveloped in an instant, and the blood-stained grass exploded and overturned in an instant; and the soldiers who were hit were torn into charred pieces of flesh by the air waves and stone cannons before they even had time to shout.

The deafening bombardment and explosions were heard, and the tens of thousands of phalanx infantry who had already begun to retreat were instantly thrown into chaos, and the soldiers panicked in the blinding fire and the continuous explosions, because the loud noise was completely deafening, and they didn't even know whose orders they were listening to.

Under such an uninterrupted and widespread bombardment, even the 100-man detachment retreated in an orderly manner suffered heavy casualties, while the phalanx infantry and hussars, who completely collapsed and fled in all directions, were constantly strangled by the centaurs who were also in the "fire hell".

Countless screams rang out one after another, hussars, phalanx infantry, centaurs... And so on.

And rightfully so... With a full five hundred paces apart, and no qualified (at least at the level of a small wizard) marksman, the enemy's projectile bombardment could not be targeted, but only indiscriminately bombarded.

In other words, the Great Khan of the Centaurs ... He planned to take 10,000 elite heavy centaurs as sacrifices to completely wipe out the 40,000 infantry phalanx of the Boi army.

Crazy, what a complete lunatic!

Even the Grand Duke of Varna, who was also a commander who could coldly watch his soldiers die for the sake of victory, was completely shocked by this almost crazy move.

But before he could be shocked, the Grand Duke of Varna thought of another, even more terrible situation.

Once the phalanx of spears is completely dispersed, it will inevitably directly hit the front of the Boi army - the rout of desperate for their lives, the rain of fire in the sky, and the centaurs who take advantage of the situation to cover up......

Next, I am afraid that the extremely bleak fiasco will be repeated again.

Absolutely not!!!!

"Seth Bukhara ——!"

Gritting his teeth, the Grand Duke of Varna burst the name out between his teeth.

"Here!" the expressionless Count Braha lowered his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with infinite battle intent.

"Do you want revenge, do you want to make the first contribution?!"

"Yes!"

"Then I'll give you this chance!" snatching the flagpole directly from the cavalry behind him, the Grand Duke of Varna pushed the scimitar banner into his arms:

"Rush through the battlefield with five thousand silver-armored horsemen, smash the enemy's pile of broken copper and iron, and cut off the head of the centaur khan, or don't come to see me!"

"Do your bidding!"

The Count of Braha rode his horse and charged into the army of the silver-armored horsemen, his long sword unsheathed, and roared loudly.

"Warriors of the Great Green Sea, attack with me!"

The next moment, five thousand silver-armored horsemen roared, and at the sound of the order, they launched a charge.

"Duke, is this really appropriate?" said Harlem Van Ashamai, who had a solemn face on the side, worried: "The battle of destroying the projection position is usually left to the hussars and rangers to complete, and Count Braha is alone, I am afraid it will ......"

"Don't worry, I trust him!" interrupted the Grand Duke of Varna coldly: "Seth Braha, he has this ability, and the harder the battle, the more he can show his ability." ”

"What's more, in addition to the silver-armored cavalry, what army can withstand the rain of fire, tear through the battlefield, and rush into the enemy line desperately?" said the indifferent Laszló Varna quietly:

"Who else but Seth Braha has the ability and is not afraid of death to carry out my orders?"

Haringvan Ashmaim, who did not allow him to intervene in matters involving the internal affairs of the Principality.

He also knew that the Duke was right - the only people who could carry out this kind of "life-giving mission" without fear of life and death were the silver-armored horsemen who were absolutely loyal to the Varna family, and the Count Seth Braha from the side branch.

The rest of the armies were scattered before they could rush to the enemy's position - war is not a board game, and soldiers are not pawns; every soldier has his own thoughts and emotions.

"The infantry phalanx is already too late to retreat, the chaos must be ended as soon as possible and the front must be stabilized ... The indiscriminate bombardment with trebuchets proves that the brute has nothing to do, as long as the line is steady, we will win" Archduke Varna, who had regained his composure, said in a deep voice, turning his eyes sideways to Harlem van Ashmai:

"The life and death of the 40,000 phalanx infantry will be left to you, Master Ashmai - even if they are destined to die, let them hold out until the moment of victory in the battle!"

This time, Haringvan Ashamai didn't say anything, silently raised the wand of the hammer in his hand, waved the battle flag and rushed towards the battlefield burned by the rain of fire.

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

In the light of the fire and the roar, under the leadership of Seth Braha, 5,000 silver-armored horsemen rushed into the battlefield with great momentum - the heavily armed centaurs who were caught in the melee had no time to react, and the front line was already torn to shreds!

The silver-armored horsemen swept down against the rain of fire, directly crushing a chaotic battlefield, and the endless silver-armored torrent was like a rainbow, unstoppably launching a surprise attack directly towards the projection position of the centaur army.

Obviously, such a strong heavy cavalry could not go undetected, and two groups of centaur warriors rushed out from the flanks of the long line, brandishing throwing spears and long-handled axes to intercept them.

But Braha didn't care, and didn't even look at it.

He knew what that order Duke Varna had given him meant.

Destroying the projection positions is to cut through the centaur formations and scatter them on all fronts!

Only such an order is worthy of the full dispatch of the silver-armored horsemen, and worthy of letting these five thousand loyal Boi knights die!

At this point, the thinking of the Boi and the centaur reached an incomparable level of "tacit understanding" - betting on the biggest hole cards, betting on the most ferocious attack, breaking the enemy's backbone at one time, and never turning over.

"Raise the gun ————!"

As soon as Braha shouted, the silver-armored horsemen immediately gave up their bows and arrows, and lowered their spears to speed up the charge, and they rushed faster and faster.

The intercepting centaur warriors shouted in battle, stabbing diagonally towards the roaring heavy cavalry.

The power of the spears from the dwarven forging process was so striking that the heavy cavalry screamed and fell to the ground one after another, but Seth Braha did not slow down, clamped his spear, and attacked directly without dodging.

"Charge ————!"

Bang!

With a terrifying loud noise, the intercepting centaur warriors were slammed into the front by the silver-armored horsemen.

The sound of spears snapping resounded in the sky!

In the next moment, the seemingly dense centaur warrior line melted in an instant like ice and snow in the sun.

Under the "wall charge" of the Boi Silverarmoured Horsemen, the centaurs repeated a scene that had been played out on the battlefield not long ago, but the roles were reversed.

Screaming and fighting, the brave and fierce centaur warriors didn't even have a chance to resist before their spears tore their chests, smashed their heads, and pierced their torsos......

Then, drowning under the iron hooves of the charging silver-armored knights.

With a terrifying roar, the bloodied silver-armored knights roared like ghosts, and the heavy sword of the Byrne knight in his hand swung incessantly, reaping the lives of all the centaurs who dared to stand in their way.

This is the elite hoplite knight, the absolute king of the savannah!

"Charge, rush over, let them pay for their blood!"

Wielding the saber in his hand, Count Seth Braha, whose armor was already tattered, roared hoarsely and shouted:

"Today is a good day to die——!

There was no fancy, no pretense, and with a resolute gaze, he rushed into the centaur army formation that was waiting for him.

On the other side of the battlefield, with the timely arrival of Haringvan Ashamai and the finally cessation of projection bombardment, the collapse of the pike-phalanx was finally stopped, and gradually began to gather the defeated skirmishers and reorganize their positions in the lower positions of the battlefield.

Although Master Ashamai is not a real commander, he is not ordinarily rich in experience.

He knew that in addition to being completely frightened, most of the routs on the battlefield were because the team was broken up, and he didn't know whose orders to listen to, so he could only choose to flee for his life.

So waving the battle flag, he first gathered the first army to retreat and was still fully formed, and then with them as the core, he continued to gather the rout, organize defensive positions on the spot, and at the same time constantly sent cavalry to carry scimitar horse flags to boost the morale of the soldiers, and at the same time shoot all deserters with bows and arrows.

Under such intimidation and encouragement, the vast majority of the infantry was finally stabilized and not routed on the whole line, and then, with the pikes as the core, began to march on the drum again and began to advance towards the battlefield.

As the infantry stabilized, the scales of the battlefield once again tilted in favor of the Boi, and after a terrible rain of fire, the phalanx of spears, which had suffered heavy casualties and almost all wounded, regained their morale and their pupils were soaked with anger.

Ten large phalanxes, tens of thousands of phalanx infantrymen set up spears and shields in their hands, wore sweat-soaked armor, shouted menacing slogans, and launched an attack on the centaur army.

Victory or not, only in an instant!

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

Not good.

Very bad!

Whatever it was, but his father's words did have an impact on Brandon... The momentum that was originally hard to shape and could confront him on an equal footing was suppressed in an instant.

The confrontation on the chessboard is, to put it bluntly, a game of two people's mental strength, the good or bad mood, the joy and sorrow of the atmosphere, and even the momentum...... are the most direct subjective determinants.

Biting his thumbnail, Brandon stared at the chessboard with wide eyes, feeling more and more nervous.

It seems that the two sides seem to have a lot of dealings, and both have lost a lot of chess pieces, but in fact, every attack of his own will be completely defused by his father within two or three moves, and even the dilemma of not being able to find a chess piece.

With each round of confrontation, the number of pieces on the board decreases by a few, and it doesn't take long for you to really have "no chess to play".

What to do?

"Pay attention to the time. His Majesty Eckhart II said lightly: "There is still a quarter of an hour." ”

In an instant, Brandon fell into an ice cave!

Looking at those eternally calm, flat eyes, Brandon seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

What to do!

...... Even if we eat Wang Qi, it is impossible to cause us any damage......

The cold hairs stand on end, the heart beats faster, and the mood is tense.

...... In the battle for victory and defeat on the chessboard, we must not limit our thinking to the chessboard, but should transcend the chessboard......

Clenching the chess pieces in his hand, Brandon lowered his head... He didn't want his father to see his expression.

Panic, impulsiveness, hesitation...... All kinds of difficult and complicated expressions kept flashing on the pale face.

At this moment Brandon, he had a bold idea.

"And... Less than a quarter of an hour. ”

The voice of the words sounded faintly again.

As if relaxed, Brandon breathed a sigh of relief.

Put down the pieces and press your hands on the board.

"Bang ——!!!!"

His Majesty the Emperor, whose face was expressionless, raised his head, his flat gaze through the chessboard that had been flipped into the air, through the scattered chess pieces that fell from the sky, and stared at Brandon's eyes full of determination.

"Smack——!

The chessboard fell back on the table, and Brandon, who pursed the corners of his mouth, picked up his king chess and slammed it the center of the board.

"Father......" desperately suppressed the tremor in his voice, and the expressionless Brandon forced his composure:

"General. ”

atmosphere, down to freezing.

Eckhart II ignored his son's words, his pupils still looking at his son's face.

"You don't think I'll admit you've won ...... by doing this?"

Before he could finish speaking, Brandon had silently raised his left hand, and a little cold light appeared from under his cuffs.

"I see, so you've been prepared for a long time?"

"A little souvenir from some... A wizard advisor with a very good hand, who gave it to me before leaving. Brandon said lightly, as if to say something like "what's for dinner":

"There are guards outside the door, and there may be royal guards or night watchmen's sentries in the rooms, but... They won't have time before this bolt pierces your neck. ”

"And what about the consequences?" His Majesty the Emperor continued to ask, "Have you considered the consequences of the matter?"

"No, I don't think about it. ”

In the next second, Brandon's face reappeared with a childlike smile: "The victory or defeat of a hundred rounds... In the end, I overtook the game and beat you. ”

"The rest is a game between me and my dear brother Connaud. ”

"And you... It's out!"