It's over, it's all over.

Even without looking, when the Empire's marching horn came from the direction of the tidal flats, Anson Zade already realized that the 20,000 Azorean elves who were "sticking" there were afraid that they would be wiped out.

This was indeed the case - when the fog cleared, the army of 20,000 Azorean elves found themselves in the encirclement of the Elemand and Byrne legions without any direct attack, and they were surrounded on three sides.

The only thing that could be comforting to Anson Zad was that the panicked elven warriors who fell into the trap did not panic or break up on the spot, but did not hesitate to carry out the attack order and launched a fierce attack on the front of the siege network.

Although it doesn't make any sense.

The screams and roars of the attack were drowned out by the incessant explosions—although the Imperial Capital did not have much to defend against, it did have a large amount of military supplies that Conod had amassed enough to arm an army of 200,000.

Naturally, this included powerful igniters and alchemy bombs from Byrne, and equipping them with rope throwing with trigger devices was not a very difficult task for the alchemists of the imperial capital......

In the successive thunderclaps, almost all the elven warriors who rushed to the first row were wiped out, and only a few of the warriors of the Guardian Court with a special "way of samurai" were spared; hundreds, if not nearly a thousand, of the elven warriors were covered in flames, screaming and fleeing in all directions, or they had already turned into charcoal in the explosion and drifted into the air with the thick smoke.

Before the remaining elven warriors, who were in flames, explosions, and billowing smoke, burst out of the flames, they were greeted by a double rain of arrows from the Byrne crossbowmen and the Ellemont hunters, and the roaring black shadows descended from three sides, falling like an iron curtain, interrupting the momentum of the Azorean elven charge.

And when they also remembered to fight back with bows and arrows, they realized that their arrows had already been consumed in the previous pursuit battle.

Behind him was a sea of fire, in front of him was like a rain of locusts and arrows - in less than five minutes, the flat battlefield was already covered with dense corpses, and this time it was all the warriors of the Azorean elves who fell.

No exceptions!

The stunned Guardian Samurai Dann desperately waved the long knife in his hand, parrying and parrying while not forgetting to stare at the figure under the red, white and black cross flag opposite, roaring heartbreakingly, wanting to have a one-on-one "fair showdown" with the other party.

Only the silent taunts of Yuri Wirtz replied to him... There are also battle flags waving forward.

By the time the Elem two-handed swordsmen and the Byrne phalanx charged, the 20,000 Azorean elves were on the verge of collapse, and when the flames dissipated, the still stubborn Guardian Dane had to order a retreat.

And this word immediately became "run for their lives" in the ears of the elven warriors who had already broken down.

Despite this, the elven warriors who were scattered across the line still showed a level completely beyond the Imperial soldiers - even when retreating and fleeing, they still maintained a certain formation and small formation, alternately covering each other, and even some warriors took the initiative to stay behind to intercept the enemy and buy time for their clansmen.

Because of this, it was difficult for the Empire's armies to pursue the Azorean elves in many past encounters, and sometimes they could not even keep their corpses.

But this time was different.

Because the direction of the retreat of the Azorean elves is a mud flat full of mud pools and streams.

Anson Zade, who was standing on the high ground camp, could clearly see how the staggered retreating army of the Guardian elves quickly left the battlefield, and how they were bitten by the pursuing Imperial army in the tidal flats, and they were skinned, strangled, hunted, dragged to death, and dragged down layer by layer......

In the blink of an eye, the 20,000-strong army had been wiped out, and the battle flags of Ellemont and Byrne had been re-erected on the tidal flats.

Scattered or escaped, retreating all the way to survive, only a few thousand of the routed soldiers remained, and behind them, the Imperial soldiers, who had occupied the battlefield of the tidal flats, were still desperately pursuing.

“...... So, it's over?"

A court warrior standing beside Anson Zadeh stared blankly at the corpses and bones all over the place, and the battlefield was completely defeated, as if he still couldn't believe what was in front of him:

"With an army of 20,000 and so many warriors leading the army, it was so easy to ......"

"So easy?"

The elf boy who came back to his senses glanced at him coldly.

"Watch your words, Your Excellency, the commander of the Imperial soldiers on the other side is that Loren Turin. Anson's words were mixed with a hint of resentment: "A few months ago, he also easily used a small number of troops to keep His Highness Lodria out of the port of Eberden for a whole month!"

"It is this self-righteous arrogance that has caused Dane's miserab of the Imperial Court to fail, and as a proud Imperial Court Samurai, even if he has his own pride, he should not make such a stupid mistake!"

"I'm so sorry, I lost my words!" The Imperial Court Samurai hurriedly knelt down on one knee: "So... Lord Zade, the Guardian Samurai have been defeated, what are we going to do next?"

Listening to his subordinates' words, the corners of the elf boy's mouth twitched.

That's right, the mess of the Wei Court is finished, what should I do?

The whole line of the tidal flat battlefield was defeated, and you could guess Loren Turin's next tactic with your toes - to concentrate superior forces to attack the hinterland of the highlands from the direction of the tidal flats, and cooperate with the frontal corps to attack on two fronts.

Of course, this is only one possibility, and if Anson himself had such a good opportunity, he thought that he should use the army in the direction of the tidal flats to suppress himself from the flanks on the high ground, while the army attacking from the front turned its guns and attacked the Imperial Avenue from the flank of the high ground.

After all, it was the most important place, and once the Imperial Avenue was captured and the connection with the direction of Ebotden was severed, the Azorean elven army would become a complete lone army.

Although the agreement with the elven prince was only to defend the high ground, Anson Zade asked himself if he allowed Loren Turin to besiege the Imperial Avenue without any scruples, he would definitely not let go of the guy who guarded the high ground.

It's dead... If the battle situation really turns out like that, he will definitely die.

No, I'm afraid it's not just me who has an accident... Anson Zade, who was in a cold sweat, suddenly thought of some very terrible situation.

In the event that the high ground is lost, Loren Turin who has captured it will surely capture a dozen launchers carried by His Highness Lodría's army, if these things fall into the hands of Loren Turin, and his army also has a group of alchemists......

No, absolutely not!

"Reserves! Send a reserve team to pick up the group of evacuated Guardian Miscellaneous Soldiers, not too many, more than a thousand elites!" the frightened elven boy shouted:

"Tell them that they must defend the tidal flats and must not retreat, and if they lose their positions, then apologize with death!"

"Yes!" but Lord Zade...... the Imperial Warrior's expression was very embarrassed: "Most of our army is fighting against the Imperial people attacking the high grounds, and there are less than 5,000 reserve troops left behind, and if another 1,000 troops are divided, the rotation of combat strength may be ......"

"There is no need for reserves!"

The anxious elf boy waved his hand suddenly: "If the army is pressed on all fronts, we must defeat the Imperial people in the shortest possible time - first defeat the 30,000 people who attack head-on, and then turn around to meet the other 30,000 attacking from the direction of the tidal flats, there is only one way!"

First defeat the 30,000 on the front, then the 30,000 on the belly... Either one, it's unlikely that you can be a quick enemy.

The court warrior who was in a cold sweat meditated in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

And in the next second, the elf boy in front of him made another decision that made his heart tremble.

"Order the wizards accompanying the army, all the launchers are aimed at the Imperial people in front of the hillside, even if you destroy the launchers, give me uninterrupted launches!"

"W-What did you say?!"

"That's right, there's only one way to defeat them once and for all!" Anson Zadeh's expression carried a hint of madness:

"Use the launcher—even if it is to burn them, to blow them up, as long as it can bring down the 30,000 Imperial people down the hillside, it will be considered a victory!"

"But if that's the case, we'll definitely hurt ...... by mistake."

"No, but, carry out the order!" the elven boy roared heartbreakingly, his pupils full of madness:

"It's all ... It's all for the sake of the survival of the Azorean elves——!"

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

When the pillar of light rose above the high ground, both the Azorean elves and the Imperial soldiers thought they had seen it wrong.

Because of some ancient tradition, or to be honest, simply technically impossible, two armies will no longer use the kind of projectile weapons that would have only been used in siege warfare after they have been engaged.

In addition to the poor accuracy, what is more important is that this kind of attack, which is destined to be out of sight, must have caused far more casualties and frightens to one's own people than the enemy - charging forward in the face of explosions and fires in front of you is much easier said than done.

But the loud bangs, vibrations, and blinding fires of the explosions mercilessly told all the elves and Imperial soldiers on the battlefield that it was true!

The pillars of light that fell from the sky like meteors exploded on the hillside like the scythe of death, though four-fifths of them fell on the empty ground because of random projections or deliberate causes;

But even the remaining fifth is enough to turn the already chaotic sea of fire into a human purgatory!

Brilliant sparks exploded in the center of the fiercest lines of the two sides on the battlefield, and the pillars of fire rose from the ground among the churning and crumbling gravel and earth, and the terrifying temperature and powerful air waves burst out to the surroundings, along with the surrounding dirt and the soldiers who were fighting on both sides, and instantly disappeared.

The battlefield of the highlands, which had just ushered in a clear sky from the thick fog, was once again shrouded in dark clouds, and in the darkness, whether it was an elven warrior or an Imperial soldier, each of them had inexplicable panic and panic written on their faces - they were not afraid of death, and even dared to stare at the oncoming stone cannons, crossbow arrows, and fire oil, but they were still terrified by all kinds of unexpected situations.

And fear... It can often easily crush a powerful army that is invincible and will not retreat.

"Boom ——————!!!!"

As the flames of the explosion burst in front of her, Fittronay felt as if she had been struck in the chest with a blunt object, and when she woke up again, she was surrounded by a pitch-black ruin, littered with corpses and screaming, bloody soldiers......

There were also a few officers huddled around him, looking panicked.

"Retreat, Your Highness the Eldest Princess, we must retreat!"

The legion commander standing beside him shouted desperately, and the tinnitus of Fitronay couldn't actually hear what he was saying, but his expression spoke for itself.

"Offense. ”

After saying this lightly, the expressionless Fitlonai stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately, the panicked legion commander helped her in time.

"Your Highness, you can't fight like this anymore! This is not how the battle is fought!" The regiment commander was already about to cry, and the officers gathered on the side also nodded: "If we continue to fight like this, we will die with those long-eared madmen!"

But Fitronay didn't listen at all, and still asked to himself: "What about the Byrne Legion, where is the Byrne Legion?"

"Byrne... The Byrne Legion has retreated, they've all retreated, and now it's just us and the elven lunatics left on the high ground!!!Right?!

The corps commander looked at the officers around him in horror, and the officers who were also frightened nodded desperately in cooperation.

You don't have to look at it at all, Fitronay also knows that he's lying... But she didn't want to debunk his thoughts.

"Now that the Byrne Legion has retreated, it is up to the Sakran Legion to attack alone. Gasping in a low voice, Fitlonay, desperately trying to prop up his body with his sword, swayed in his footsteps:

"The fog has lifted, and before noon we will cooperate with the Elems regiment in the direction of the tidal flats to capture the high ground. ”

"Your Highness————!!!!

The crying legion commander fell to his knees and stared at Fitronay with tears in his eyes: "Kill me! Even if you kill me, I can't take so many people to die with me - this is not a war, this is suicide!"

The cold long sword rested on the neck of the legion leader, and Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, who was expressionless, looked at him with a pair of red pupils.

The other party, not lying.

“...... I understand. ”

Watching Fitlonai slowly withdraw his sword, the legion leader finally breathed a sigh of relief - he was fed up with this eldest princess, you must know that the other party is the second in line to the throne of the nominal empire, if she has been stubbornly ordering herself, it is really... Alas?!

"Your Highness, what are you going to do?!" The legion commander, who suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Fitronay in horror, who was holding his sword and staggering towards the high ground step by step, and his whole body was full of cold sweat.

"As you say... Suicide. ”

Without looking back, the stumbling Fitlonai spoke, and there was no trace of emotion in his plain voice: "I promised Loren Turin that as long as I am alive, the battlefield of the highlands will not be lost." ”

"I... We will keep that promise. ”

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