Pullman rode behind the dense formation, holding a telescope in his hand to observe the situation on the other side, he was wearing black armor, a navy blue cloak behind him, and his muscular figure showed off his thick muscles.

"Do you have to fight here? Pullman. A handsome-looking man asked, riding a white horse.

"Of course." Pullman put the binoculars down, then called the herald next to him, and began to give orders.

"What, not sure about my decision?" When Pullman had finished speaking, he turned around and asked.

"Some of them, according to the current situation, hide in the mountains, consume the logistics that harass them, and then ambush them, the casualties will be much smaller." This companion calmly analyzed.

"I understand what you mean, I guess you are scolding me in your heart, for what kind of fame and glory, regardless of everyone's lives."

Pullman looked at the friend and smiled.

"But war is not just war, it is more of an extension of will."

"Since we started to do this, we have mobilized many people to go to the counties and provinces to proclaim it, to tell those who are living in misery and oppression, to tell them about this ideal, to stand up and fight, and to create an equal and happy country together."

"But it turned out to be that it didn't work out well, you know."

"Tolan, you should have seen those scenes, some people get up early and work late at night, barely survive, and finally die of exhaustion in the stinky ditch, obviously it has come to this point, but they are still numb and endure and never resist."

"Yes."

"Actually, those people are not stupid, but too desperate, but if they see a little hope, it will not be like this."

"But the nobles have the cultivation path of the transcendent sequence in their hands, and they also have a lot of resources, one sequence 1 can fight a dozen ordinary people, if they resist, they may die faster, and the experience that has been repeated over the years has firmly locked their hearts like a spell, and they have become extremely docile."

"Even if we defeat these nobles in the mountains and forests, what can we do? That would only send a signal that we would not have been able to defeat these nobles, but we just relied on the geographical advantage to sneak attack and won the victory by luck, and it is estimated that we will still lose in the future. ”

"Maybe you and I both know that this is not the case, but in the eyes of others, it seems to be so."

"Only when the enemy is on a favorable battlefield and the other party is fully prepared can the Favonius nobles be defeated in a dignified manner, and all doubts can be eliminated."

"And such a victory will turn into a loud thunder, igniting a fire that has been silent in people's hearts for a long time."

"So, no matter how much sacrifice there is, we can't take a step back."

"Forward, forward, and on, until death, this is our faith, our choice, our destiny."

"So, let's get started." Pullman waved his hand, and the sound of an ancient, desolate trumpet began to sound.

The horn is made of old animal bones, and I don't know how many years it has been transmitted, and as the horn sounded in the center of the military formation, the horns announcing the attack were also heard on both flanks of the rebel army.

These warriors under the blue banner were armed with spears and round shields, the body of the spear was about three meters long, and the dense tips of the spears pointed to the sky, like patches of dense woods, and the warriors standing in the formation could not even see the sky, because in front of his vision were groups of tightly packed guns. And these fighters stretched for nearly 5 kilometers or so, lined up in a formation nearly 100 meters thick.

There were about 120,000 regular troops on the west side, and about 10,000 peasants were temporarily conscripted to take care of logistics and sundries. On the side of the rebels, there were about 70,000 troops, and the rest of the auxiliary personnel were about 20,000.

After the military order was delivered, one by one the middle-level officers began to make the final mobilization, in fact, they themselves were not sure, and the people present were the first time in their lives to experience such a grand battlefield. But no matter how nervous they are, this emotion cannot be expressed, they are the skeleton and backbone of the army, and they are the courage of these soldiers.

"Everyone!" A roaring voice came out of the officer's mouth.

"Straighten your chest and look ahead."

"Hold your shield tightly and straighten your spear."

"Together, forward!"

These officers don't tell these soldiers the nonsense that they will survive if they win. This will only make the soldiers hesitate and waver.

War is a matter of countless deaths, and any naïve fantasy will be shattered by the impact of bloody reality, and it is better to let the soldiers accept this cruel reality in the first place than to leave them lucky.

But even so, they had a reason to advance, and unlike the aristocratic private army who took money to do things, these poorly dressed warriors had a sense of death from the beginning.

The silent formation began to move, shouting slogans and marching in unison to the rhythm of the slogans, the cold spears began to move forward like a city wall, and the rudimentary steel armor and spears shook as they went, like a sparkling ocean.

When the West Wind Coalition on the opposite side saw this neat and terrifying scene, there were bursts of trembling on the ground, and they felt trembling and frightened.

"Hey, hey, aren't they, aren't they hillbillies in the mountains?"

A veteran soldier wearing a full-body steel armor looked at the queue on the opposite side, and felt a little panicked in his heart, isn't it just a common peasant dissatisfaction uprising, that group of guys will make trouble every few years, just beat it up, why has it become so powerful this year. The other small families around him even swayed a little, and the formation began to shake.

"Bow and arrow, put!"

The longbow battalion on the west side gave the order, and the projectile arrows flew high, cutting huge arcs, and then pouring down like a heavy rain.

"Raise your shield!"

The officers who accompanied the army commanded loudly, and the black cast-iron shield was raised overhead, cascading like the scales of a fish, and the arrows landed on the shield with a clanging sound. Most of the arrows were blocked by the shield, and a small number were shot through the gaps in the shield, stuck in the arms and shoulders. But even so, the soldier who was shot gritted his teeth and persevered, not putting down the shield in his hand.

After the rain of arrows, some of the soldiers fell, and the vacated places were immediately filled by those behind and continued to advance.

Walking at a frighteningly neat pace, the warriors braved a rain of arrows.

"Ignorance." The old duke broke a sentence, and then let his cavalry start preparing.

The armies of the west wind parted in the middle, and the cavalry in the grycosm armor streamed out of it, the delicate patterns of the copper reflecting bursts of golden light in the sunlight, and the horses under the crotch neighed.

The long bronze lance was hung with a pennant, the flag on a red background had a golden goat's head, and the totem of the cliff goat was the family crest of the Duke of Rock Wall.

These armored cavalrymen wore tight orichalice armor, and their horses were also draped with tough armor plates, which collided with each other as they walked, making a crisp sound, like wind chimes announcing death.

The leader of the legion raised his golden broadsword, pointed it at the sky, and swung it down.

"Goats, charge!" Wind chimes rang and hooves thundered.