Chapter 44: Assault

With Beamon's help, the Orc coalition finally reached the walls, and hundreds of warriors fought fiercely against desperate human defenders.

The human forces had been cut into pieces, each holding on to the last stretch of the wall or tower, and they had nowhere to escape, and there was no good end for them to surrender.

Sarufar, however, did not have the pleasure of victory at all, but looked at the eastern plain with a frown on his brow.

On the eastern horizon, a silver western front appeared. Then came the sound of a desolate horn whining. Although the sound of the horn is weak, it reveals boundless fighting spirit and will to die!

Reinforcements led by Prince Commodus arrived.

The prince's direct royal cavalry troops, the princes' personal guards, the Sevasto cavalry regiment, and the world-famous hussar troops, a total of 7,600 horsemen, have arrived on the battlefield and appeared on the left flank of the orc army.

They marched lightly along the way, and while maintaining the condition of war horses, they finally appeared on the battlefield at the last moment.

Dressed in heavy silver armor inlaid with sapphires, the prince rode a majestic steed two meters tall and carried a warhammer to the front of the procession.

Seven or eight Beamon were fangs and claws, and the towering siege towers were already leaning against the walls. Smoke billows billowed everywhere in the city of Odessa.

The Duke of Richeliu stepped forward to say something, but the prince waved him to stop him.

"Grand Duke Richeliu, your troops are outflanked from the right flank, General Falmo, your cavalry is advancing from the left flank." Prince Commodus's expression was not sad or joyful, and his cold voice conveyed an irresistible order, "Maximus, lead the hussars to break through with my center!" ”

"Romanian warriors!" Prince Commodus rode his horse and galloped back and forth on a long line of cavalry.

"Today we will pave the road to victory with corpses, remembering this, doing the duty of a true Romanian citizen, attacking without mercy.

It would be rude for our enemies to wait for them to die, so we should give them a taste of the Romanian sword.

Warriors of Romania, raise your swords and raise your spears, and we will not leave the battlefield until complete victory!

Before night falls, this battle will be over and the Light will shelter us, so take up your weapons and prepare for battle!"

"Fight to the death!" Prince Commodus shouted, then hundreds, thousands, until the whole army shouted.

"Fight to the death!"

The trolls and orc soldiers guarding the flanks were horrified to see the Romanian iron cavalry lined up in a long wall of horsemen, rushing towards them like a tidal wave!

"Romania!" Prince Commodus took the lead, holding his hammer aloft, a golden light piercing the dark clouds over his armor and horses, as if the sun had fallen on the ground and moved, and the orc pikemen facing him were pierced so that they could not open their eyes.

"Stay in formation!" Maximus was beside him, his hussars with long feathers on their backs, in a dense row of knees to knees. The feathers let out a deafening roar with their high-speed impact, and with the neat pace of the horses, they kept beating the hearts of the orc soldiers like a heavy hammer.

Intertwined with the heart-wrenching sound of horses' hooves is the sound of the wings that resembles "Ula".

The orc soldiers could barely hear the chief's curses, and the heavens cracked in their ears, and the walls of the cavalry were approaching like a tidal wave.

"Ulla!"

The orc spearmen who were temporarily pushed up to resist were in a mess, and no one wanted to stand in front, you pushed me, I pushed you into a mess.

The holy light on Prince Commodus turned into a pale golden light and extended backwards, and the thousands of knights who followed him were draped in this golden light, like a sharp sword splitting through the darkness, and the haze that shrouded the vast battlefield collapsed like spring snow under the scorching sun in front of this golden light.

The roar of the hussar feathers at high speed was like the cry of tens of thousands of people. To the ears of Sarufar, who lived in the Chinese army, the sound of the hooves of the horses was like an earthquake tearing the earth apart, and it pounced on him from afar.

Seeing this power like the collapse of the heavens and the earth, the beast chiefs who were hiding under the heavily defended Chinese army tent suddenly felt a little bad, and even had a feeling of wanting to escape.

"Romania!" Prince Commodus could already see the frightened expression on the orc's face in front of him, "Wan Sheng! ”

"Romania wins!" The cavalry shouted slogans and rushed into the heart of the orc coalition.

The battlefield seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then there was a "boom" explosion!

There was a crackling sound of shattering and trampling, and the left flank of the orc alliance was crushed in an instant. Countless warriors were killed by their horses, and then trampled into flesh under the horses' hooves.

The landslide-like assault on the wall is like a bamboo.

The left flank composed of tens of thousands of orc warriors was swallowed up by the tide of cavalry, and countless orcs, trolls, half-orcs, and ogre warriors were trampled to death or knocked into the air in an instant, blood and internal organs flying everywhere.

The orc warriors in the back row were full of gall, and with a hula turn, they turned their heads and ran towards the middle of the orc army.

"Deserters don't count!" Sarufar hurriedly ordered, "Hold the Chinese army!" Chief Rycan, take your men up! ”

The Chinese army is all elite soldiers of the beast clan, and they are ready to fight, and they unceremoniously kill the friendly deserters who want to storm the big array.

The human cavalry, whose offensive had already been weakened by the left flank, crashed headlong into the line of the Chinese army. The strong orc warriors flew upside down and were dead when they landed on the ground. Their internal organs and bones were smashed and squeezed out of their mouths.

The thick line of defense was pierced by a single blow, and Prince Commodus and his guards and hussars rushed through the line of orc warriors as if they were a hundred rivers entering the sea.

Sarufar's central army was in disarray, and the Guards warriors pounced on them with their battle axes and shields, scuffling with the already scattered human cavalry.

"Don't stop! Keep the impact! Prince Commodus and his generals shouted, and with his cavalry without a fight, rushed westward.

About half of the more than 7,000 cavalry followed the prince to penetrate the 100,000-strong army of the beasts, digging in from the east and exiting from the west. Along the way, the orc army was scattered.

The remaining cavalry was either encircled by the infantry and annihilated, or they were scattered and retreated, and their commander retreated to the east to regroup.

The imposing beast siege force was completely stunned by this blow. Sarufar and the chiefs were scattered, and the whole army was cut off for a moment.

"Array! Array! Prince Commodus raised his hammer, and the elite cavalry immediately regrouped under his banner and formed a dense formation.

"Attack! Punch them through! "Prince Commodus found that the huge Beamon had pounced, but he had no mind or way to deal with them.

The priority now is to crush the Orc infantry. As for their limited high-level combat power, even if they are left alone, it is not enough to occupy a huge city like Odessa.

"Romania wins!" The prince shouted.

"Romania wins!" The cavalry roared, and the prince who followed them once again rushed towards the already tattered orc army.

Accompanied by the roar of iron hooves, the orc array let out an unbearable groan, and screams and roars were everywhere.

Sarufar watched as the orcs, the trolls' new chieftains, and their guards were overwhelmed by the humans' riding walls, and never got back up.

The werewolf and lizardfolk chiefs desperately gathered their forces to resist, but their heralds didn't have to take a few steps before they were knocked into the air.