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Planche did not understand that he could change the outcome of a war.

If he understood this, he would probably feel extremely honored.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the battle of Slofa began, the many lords and knights of Viero were the first to feel that something was wrong. In fact, it was not normal not to feel that something was wrong - when the knight named Planchet recklessly led his squire out of the lime woods and charged against an entire army of skeleton mages - of course, he himself thought they were corpse witches - the tide of battle in Slovefa was destined to slide in a direction they did not expect. Planchet's behavior was like a signal to the knights, young men, to hurry up and fight for your own credit, although no one sounded the trumpet, but it was as if the horn had sounded, and all the knights who were rushing to ambush in that area screamed and attacked after Planche.

In this way, this behavior instantly spread to the entire left flank of Vieiro's army, and before their commanders had time to react, they found that the front wing of the army was completely disjointed. Everyone couldn't help but be stunned at that moment, although in order to be able to put aside the troops from other regions vying for credit, they more or less hinted to their subordinates, indicating that they could take the initiative to attack with their acquiescence, and they did not have to wait for the predetermined moment.

But the problem is, it seems a little too early for this time. The supreme commander on Vieiro's side was only slightly stunned before he couldn't help but scold: "Who! He roared, "Whose men are that!" Everyone around him was silent for a moment, for Planchet had chosen the right time, so good that even the army of the Blood Staff had not really entered the encirclement of Viero's army.

The onrushing attack also stunned the undead.

The Dark Lords from the Sea of the Dead Moon reacted extremely quickly, and almost immediately stabilized their position, in their imagination, the human race was prepared, and the skeleton army at the vanguard would definitely not be able to hold it; They simply abandoned that army and shrank back. In order to prevent the ambushed human army from attacking their main force, but then these dark mercenaries who were old in the battle formation were surprised to find that those human knights did not seem to notice them at all, but excitedly killed them in the direction where the forward was located, and their first reaction was of course not to attack their forward force with the entire disjointed left flank of a large human army, but to think that this was just a decoy, if they dared to step forward to support or let the forward retreat to merge, then the main human force hidden in the surrounding hills would appear. Give them a hard blow.

It's a logical idea, after all, no one can expect their opponent to suddenly go crazy, although sometimes the truth of the matter can be so ridiculous.

But at this time, the blood staff couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. "The other party is not the Van Mill Legion? But where did so many human armies come from? "Of course, if it only sees the knights it has slain as a wing of Viero's army, then this army seems to it to be acceptable. But the problem is that the Blood Staff and its lords have preconceived that what appears is nothing more than the vanguard bait of the human army, and this vanguard bait is more than two thousand people, so wouldn't the human army ambushed here exceed twenty or thirty thousand? Even if the Blood Rod racked its brains, it couldn't think of where these damned Eruins had summoned so many people, if it still had brains to wring, of course.

The hesitation of the army of the undead fell on Viero's side, and it took another meaning, the army of the Blood Staff now had about a few thousand skeleton warriors on the surface, which was already one-third of the number of skeleton archers, in addition to a large number of skeleton cavalry. The latter are mercenaries from the Sea of the Dead Moon. That's pretty much all of its strength, plus hundreds of dreads, and a few ghosts, zombies, or other miscellaneous undead, but none of them are massive.

And now, the vanguard of this undead army is under the attack of the Eruin, and the vanguard is composed of only hundreds of skeleton warriors and dozens of skeleton wizards responsible for performing detection spells, plus a few teams of skeleton cavalry scouts, just a few men and horses, and the entire left flank of Vieiro's army is contained head-on. This result caught almost all the commanders on the Vieiro side by surprise. If this is the time when the undead command the army to kill. I'm afraid that Viero's army will collapse completely from the left flank in an instant, and I don't know how many people are scolding the recklessness of the knights below. Although they also wanted to leave Brando behind and fight for this glory and merit alone, they didn't expect that the knights below were more anxious than them, and before the army of blood staff entered the encirclement, those damn guys had already launched a charge in advance.

At this point, the commanders immediately experienced the same helplessness that Brando had experienced before.

However, just when they themselves thought that this time they were going to be defeated, Madara put on a very cautious attitude, and those skeletons were obviously shrinking their defenses, as if they were about to give up their vanguard. The qiē in front of them was a joy for the commanders of Viero's army, and they couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, what are these skeletons doing?

After all, these lords under the Grand Duke of Viero are not real stupid, they quickly guessed what Mardala thought, but even if they guessed, no one dared to act rashly, they could only watch the entire left wing kill the other party's forward, praying that those fools would realize the current situation and take advantage of it as soon as possible, of course, on the one hand, they also prayed for Martha's blessing, so that those damn bone frames would never see the flaws. They did not dare to send more men to help the left flank, not even to move, and Mardara's skeleton thought that they were also sending forwards, and once the other troops were exposed, then even the other side would be stupid enough to realize their arrangement, and then it would be all over.

The Supreme Commander of Grand Duke Vieiro couldn't help but sweat profusely, he never dreamed that the battle would reach this point, so he could only quickly order the noble private army ambushed in the main formation and the right flank to quickly adjust the direction, in case the left flank was defeated, at least it could be supported. On the one hand, it is also a silent prayer, praying that Lantoniland's army can quickly keep up with their pace and join this battle, the Madara side has nearly 10,000 troops, and the combined forces of Vieiro and Lantonilan have a total of 15,000 men, if Lantonilan's army can join the battle in time, then the situation will not be as dangerous as it is now.

But what made him feel full of bitterness was precisely because of the bitter fruit of the private actions of Lantonilan and Toniger's army that had been put aside. It is at this moment that they are in this dilemma.

At this moment, His Excellency the Commander couldn't help but feel a feeling that he couldn't live because of his own sin.

So there was a strange balance on the battlefield at this moment, both sides of the battle were praying for a miracle, Viero hoped that Madara would not be so quick to see through the low-level mistakes they had made, and the Blood Staff was anxious to find out who was ambushing him, and how many human troops were in front of him, according to the judgment of the Dark Lords, there was at least an army of more than 20,000 people in front, and this judgment was true. The Blood Staff could only pray for a miracle for his army to escape from the hill.

It actually had a realization in its heart at this moment that the army in front of it was likely to come from Viero or Lantonilan.

But what happened next on the battlefield made everyone stunned.

The charge of the knights was ongoing, and the meadows on the hillside were like light blue waves. This wave is moving forward.

The most glorious moment of Planchet's life was about this moment, when he rode on a horse, with a shield held high and a spear in hand, and although he staggered all the way, his equestrian skills were almost unsightly, but in any case, he was leading the army to attack. Thousands of troops followed him. He was like the tip of that sharp spear, and at this moment, he finally understood what the knights called glory was, this was glory, and he couldn't help shouting, as if he could make these 'corpse witches' in front of him disarm and surrender with his voice alone.

He felt that he was at a great moment, and that he must have been in the sights of the big men, who were the first knight to attack, and who was about to bring Viero a glorious victory. This time, he will definitely become a major minister at the Grand Duke's side. Of course. Planchet never dreamed of the real minister beside the Grand Duke of Vieiro. The supreme commander of Viero's army, if it had been possible, would have dismantled him to pieces.

But Planchet didn't know it, he was still immersed in the romance of the knight, and he suddenly felt that the first half of his life had been in vain, and this moment was the life he really wanted.

Just for this moment, even if he dies immediately, he thinks it's worth it.

But perhaps Martha felt this desire of him, and was willing to push him in the back to let him achieve his ultimate goal in life. All in all, in the eyes of Lord Planchet, those low-fighting, fishy and fleshy corpses on the chopping board, they should not put up any resistance at all, just wait for him to kill them, these damn skeletons will be like dirt chickens and dogs, if it is a human army, they may have panicked and urinated at this time.

But unlike Planchet had imagined, the skeletons raised their staffs for the first time.

It was at that moment that he felt that he might have been deceived.

Lord Planchet had heard the bards speak of the power of wizards in the bar, and it was another dream of him to become a wizard. It wasn't until the last moments of his life that he finally witnessed the splendor of magic with his own eyes.

Actually, it's not much gorgeous.

The skeleton mage pointed at him, and Plancher barely reacted, half of his body swelled and exploded into a cloud of blood with a thud. This death is not a very happy end for the knight lord, but for others it is only the beginning of the horror, this shocking way of death immediately stunned all the squires who followed Plancher's charge, a living person exploded into a puddle of minced meat in front of you, and the flying blood mist and internal organs splashed on the people behind him, not to mention the impact of these so-called noble soldiers who were temporarily pulled up, even real professional soldiers may not be able to endure it.

So naturally, these attendants collapsed at the first time.

Their minds were in a state of confusion, and the only thought they could think of was to turn around and run! Then they collided with the knights behind them, and there was chaos in the center of the battlefield, and then one by one, the dark magic of the skeleton wizards exploded in the human army, and those knights, most of whom were of the level of Plancher, although they had heard of it from various sources - the undead were nothing more than that, and if they overcame their fear, they were even inferior to human soldiers. It seems that this is indeed the case, and in fact many people go to the battlefield with this mentality. But the problem is that they quickly discovered the gap between the ideal and the reality, realizing that overcoming fear itself does not seem to be an easy task.

Even the knights who led the team were frightened, not to mention the squires in the back, the slightly more daring ones simply pulled the reins of the war horse and bypassed the flanks of Madara's forwards, and the luckier of these people could survive. Timid, he hurriedly turned around. Most of them collided with their own people, you must know that this battlefield has a certain slope, and the result of this kind of collision can be imagined, a large number of knights were thrown off their horses forward, thrown on the grass, and then trampled on by their colleagues who were not skilled in riding behind them. It's just miserable.

Then there were some people who were completely stunned, and they rushed straight into the skeleton army, but the problem was that the number of these people was too small, and a few rushed into the formation and inserted them into the dense spears to show the public.

That's it.

In just ten minutes, however, the entire left flank of Viero's army was completely routed by the undead, who numbered less than a quarter of them, or rather by themselves. Of course, this is not because the private army of the nobles on the Viero side is really so bad. On the one hand, because of the mistake made by their commander, in order to fear that the knights from all over the country would drag down the Duke's private army, and concentrate them all on the left flank, of course, because the left flank seemed to be significantly easier because of the terrain, but he never dreamed that these damn fellows would be so undisciplined, and rushed out himself.

Just rushed out, and even collapsed inexplicably.

Of course, this is also the reason why most of Viero's local army has never fought against Madara. It's like the defeat of the Van Mill Legion in the First War of the Black Roses in the face of the army of the undead. In fact, it is not a manifestation of real combat effectiveness, but the fear of human beings for the nature of the undead.

But anyway. The result for now was the death sentence for the supreme commander on the Vieiro side.

No matter how weak their left flank was originally intended, the result of the destruction of the entire left flank and exposing one side of their army to the oncoming attack had already declared the final outcome of the war.

The important minister of the Grand Duke of Vieiro stood there almost dumbfounded, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

And at this time, Madara's side, whether it was the Blood Staff or the dark lords under him, was also dumbfounded. One moment they were praying that they would be able to escape from this ambush, but the next moment what happened was like a clumsy comedy, and it was inexplicably played out in front of them. The human army, which had taken the lead and came prepared, several times the number of their vanguards, was defeated on its own.

Which play is this?

The Dark Lords under the Blood Staff looked at each other even more, they came from the brutal battlefields of the borders of the Sea of the Dead Moon, and both sides of the war were battle-hardened veterans, and few people on the battlefield would make such low-level mistakes. When they saw this scene, according to their instinctive thinking, the first thing that came to their minds was not that these humans on the other side were being funny, but that it was not a terrible trap. Imagine a trap that requires the sacrifice of one or two thousand of its own people, and the ultimate goal must be to annihilate them all.

These dark collars are mainly sweating, if they can still sweat, they must be drenched in cold sweat like Viero's supreme commander.

But of all the people, only the Blood Staff was the first to react, it had the most contact with these Eruins, and was well aware of some of the other party's temperaments, and it almost immediately realized that there was something wrong with it. Of course, it was always cautious and did not go up to rescue its vanguard in the first place, but waved its cane and passed a password to the back. At the same moment as he gave this command, more than a dozen dreadfuls screamed from the army of the undead and flew towards the Eruin positions in front of them.

If the Supreme Commander of Viero's side had one last chance before that, after seeing this terrifying flying undead with wings several meters wide, he immediately understood that this time it was really all over, and Madara would immediately find out what was going on in front of them. Imagine what it would be like for an army that has lost one of its wings, and has not been able to retract it in a short period of time, and is exposed to the main force of the opposing army?

What's more, there are skeleton cavalry on the other side, and they don't even have a chance to escape.

If there was any hope in the mind of His Excellency the Commander at this moment, it was to hope that the army of Lantonilan and the army of Toniger, commanded by the Earl, who had been left behind by them, would appear on the battlefield as soon as possible.