Chapter 249: Charge~!
Klich tilted his head to look at the woodland below, looking at his own plane's fuel gauge. The pen www.biquge.info the fuel gauge hand is still a few squares away from the red zone.
Damn, there's no more crude oil, so it's not okay if you don't go back.
Kliech tapped his helmet and shouted into the headphones, "Aldous, have you arrived?!" I'm heading back?! My plane is running out of gas! ”
"We're here, brother." The goblin's excited voice came from the headphones, "Look behind you!" ”
Critch turned his head to look behind him, and a cloud of black spots poured in.
"It's coming so fast! Alright, I'm leaving! My plane is out of gas! Credge pushed the joystick upwards and the plane began to climb into the air, "Don't forget our agreement!" ”
"Girls of the Fighter Brigade! It's time for us to withdraw! Pay attention to your fuel gauges! ”
"Leave it to us! Crich! Goblin Aldos said excitedly, "The forsaken down here are all my money!" ”
"Now listen to me! Everyone is free to aim! ”
Cynthia Flores is a peasant woman from Seberchel whose family was destroyed during the invasion of natural disasters. The young child, the diligent farmer, was caught by the spirits of the dead while he was traveling south with her to Ambermere. She could only watch as she lay on her stomach in the grass, her mouth covered and watching them being captured by the undead.
Crying bitterly, she attracted the attention of a group of uninvited guests.
Before she could run out of the grass, the gnolls who were hunting spotted her, and she kept her in the pen like a livestock. With no hope of surviving, she lived in a state of confusion all day long, and if it weren't for the help of other humans in the fence, she would have starved to death.
Fortunately, the gnolls in this village were not short of food, and they were captured in captivity to keep slaves and graze them.
Just when she was hopeless about her future life, the Crusaders broke through the camp and rescued the humans who had been imprisoned inside.
Out of danger, she wept bitterly, she hated the natural disaster and hated the gnolls, this extremely useless pain devoured her heart and made her miserable.
She decided to join the Crusaders and avenge her family!
She then tried to join the Crusaders, but was rejected because of her height.
The Light may not have abandoned her, and the Crusaders' Air Force recruitment advertisements caught her attention. With the idea of giving it a try, I didn't expect to be chosen, until the end.
She trained hard and eventually became a helicopter pilot.
Cynthia gritted her teeth tightly, her hands clutching the plane's joystick, making a squeaky sound. Her eyes were fiery as she stared at the undead in the woods below, and she hovered the plane in the canopy of trees as high as her book.
She could clearly see a group of undead moving at full speed below. She did her best to control her trembling hands and feet, and looked down with a deep breath.
In her helmet was the voice of the goblin commander Ordos.
"Now listen to me! Free to shoot for all! ”
Beneath Tirisfarin, more than 10,000 Forsaken soldiers are weaving through the woodlands. Towards the ruins of Lordaeron.
Berkmayne, the captain of the Forsaken, looked overhead from time to time. Through the treetops, he could see flying mechanical creations, hovering above their heads.
He was somewhat worried about the situation in the army. For such air targets, the ground army has no way at all. Unless there are a large number of mages in the army, like they did during the battle, they simply won't be able to get by.
And now, they can only hide in the jungle like rats, fleeing towards Lordaeron!
Fortunately, these planes could not fly into the woods, otherwise they would be in danger. Berkmayne sighed, he really didn't expect these humans to have so many flying machines.
In the future, the battle against humanity will no longer be easy to continue.
Just as he was thinking, the plane hovering overhead suddenly made a "knock, knock, knock" sound, followed by the sound of branches breaking and leaves starting to fall. A Forsaken soldier wearing thick plate armor was shot through the chest by an armor-piercing bullet in front of him, and the Forsaken was smashed to pieces with great momentum.
Before Berkmayne could react, an armor-piercing bullet pierced his head with the plate helmet. Berkmayne felt a powerful force hit the back of his head, a piercing pain hit him, and then his eyes went black, and everything dissipated.
In the eyes of those around him, strings of bright points of light exploded around Berkmayne. One of them hit him in the head and exploded like an exploding watermelon.
Fixing the plane in a hovering state, Cynthia controlled the plane's joystick with both hands, aimed left and right at the undead below and began to shoot.
She pressed the firing button of the cannon hard, and in the middle of her sight, the undead on the skeleton warhorse was instantly blown out in the head.
Cynthia roared, rows of tears streaming down her red eyes.
"It's for my little Flores!"
She shifted her sights, and a tall, heavily armed Forsaken warrior was scattered to the ground like a collapsed building block.
"It's for Flores!"
More undead were killed by her cannon.
Cynthia gritted her teeth and cried out "ahhhh
Under the woods, the Forsaken soldiers began to scatter and flee for their lives.
This kind of scene is everywhere in the woods where the Forsaken have fled.
Above the sky, more than 30 helicopters hovered and began the sweeping mission. Most of the helicopter pilots are women, mainly from the silver pine forest. They hated these dead people who killed their families and destroyed their families!
Often, where there are many Forsaken soldiers gathered, the girls piloting the helicopter press the firing button of the cannon and do not let go, and continue to sweep without stopping.
Unlike the torture of the Forsaken in the skies above the Jungle. A large group of human cavalry in the woodland is trying to flank the Forsaken soldiers.
It was Bridget who led the way on the woodland path.
"Quick! We're going to get ahead of them to Lordaeron. Lay out a formation outside the forest! Hurry up! Bridget turned her head and shouted to the cavalry rushing behind her, and the cavalry passed it on loudly one by one.
In the land of Tirisfa, there is more than one road to the royal city of Lordaeron. Bridget chose a long way to avoid coming into direct contact with the undead.
Cavalry had a limited role in the jungle and was far less effective than charging in the plains. The only place where you can set up a formation to attack the undead is in the plains below the royal city of Lordaeron. It was very close to Lordaeron, and for this situation, Bridget chose to take the risk.
The constant sound of explosions in the forest, and the sound of cannon fire, tickled Bridget's heart like an ant crawling.
She can't wait to fight the undead!
She's going to prove it to everyone!
She's not Locke's vase!
Two thousand horsemen rode their horses through the woodlands, and the dust raised by the horses formed a continuous gray line in the Tirisfal glade. The line continued to march towards Lordaeron.
On the walls of Lordaeron, a soldier of the Forsaken looked out at the edge of the woodland in the distance. The sound of an explosion in the forest was getting closer and louder, and the commander stationed there had gone down to report.
Suddenly, they all turned their heads to look at the woods not far away. A human cavalry kept pouring out of the forest, and after forming a little formation, they rode along the edge of the forest towards the place where the explosion had occurred.
Bridget took the lead, and with all the cavalry, came to a halt two kilometers from Lordaeron. She glanced at the tall walls of Lordaeron, turned her head and began to direct the cavalry to form a three-line charge formation here.
The cavalrymen on the first line of charge drew their wooden cavalry spears lying horizontally on their sides, stuck their one-handed swords in the saddles of their sides, and waited for the forsaken to emerge from the jungle.
On the walls of Lordaeron, the demon Varimathas has arrived. He looked at the human cavalry not far from the city, "Hmph! A bunch of tiny humans! I don't even have to use my hands to destroy you! ”
Varimathas sneered, and then began to think about the gains and losses.
Apparently the attack on the Forsaken failed, and the human cavalry had come to outflank the soldiers. I didn't expect the strength of humans to be so strong?
But.
Varimathas thought of Sylvanas's cold face.
Hmph, Sylvanas, now, watch how your soldiers die at the hands of the human cavalry! These ants you care about are nothing in my eyes!
"Soldier, keep an eye on what's going on here, and report to me at any time! As for the humans outside, they don't dare attack us! Varimatas shook off a sentence and strode away from the walls.
Fight, fight, the more intense you fight, the happier I am! Varimathas strode towards the throne hall, oblivious to the increasingly powerful explosions behind him.
In the jungle, Putress was forced out of the woodland by the remaining Forsaken soldiers. Before they had time to take a look at the situation ahead, they began to rush towards Lordaeron.
Behind them, the roar of helicopters continued to sound, and helicopters hovered over the vast land.
Soon, the fleeing undead saw the human cavalry in the distance. They didn't stop, but quickened their pace and rushed over.
The planes in the sky also stopped firing, and they flew to the perimeter of Lordaeron, and they were on alert.
Looking at the charging army of the undead, Bridget put on her helmet and shouted as she raised her riding spear.
"Warriors of Lordaeron! Warriors of the Crusaders! For Lordaeron! For the people we need to protect! Charge!!!!!! ”
"For Lordaeron! Charge!!!! ”
The first row of 800 cavalrymen, raising their cavalry lances horizontally, with the head of the spear slightly downward, began to charge at the army of the undead.
The rest of the cavalry, waving their one-handed swords in their hands, shouted and charged, following closely behind.
The sound of rumbling horses' hooves and roaring airplane rotors crushed the shouts of the Forsaken.
In an instant, the blue crusaders collided with the black Forsaken.
The snapping of a spear reverberated through the skies of Tiresla Glade.