The three-way army gathered, a full 50,000 elite soldiers, if this is surrounded, let alone the third order, even if it is a fourth-order powerhouse, it will definitely die. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Ishara had no choice but to distance herself from the chariot again, keeping in front of the two cavalry, and she could no longer attack.

Another half an hour had passed, and the ground ahead was getting more and more low-lying, and the swamps were more dense, and there was no room for a large cavalry to march outside the road, and the dwarves and dwarf cavalry on both sides had to rush onto the road in an inward formation, mixing with the chariot troops.

Isara's pressure subsided, and she slowed down and began to attack the enemy's forward again, and the cavalry and chariots mixed and collided with each other, and the speed was even slower, and there was no threat to her.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves in front of her was urgent, and a group of cavalry rushed head-on, and Ishara breathed a sigh of relief, and her men finally arrived.

A small group of about 50 men came and rushed until Isara's approach, turned their horses' heads, and took up their attacking stance. The advance of the Union army was still 200 meters away, and a colorful attack smashed over, and suddenly people turned on their backs, dead bodies and rotten cars rolled back, and the road was blocked.

"Why are you here?" Ishara asked, walking through her own formation.

Immediately a knight returned, all of this was arranged by the Lady of the Shadows, and now their detachment was sent to defend the enemy, temporarily blocking the enemy on the road, waiting for the next order.

Directly opposite, Windsor saw this force join the battle, and with a gloomy face, he ordered to halt the advance and build fortifications on the spot. Although his soldiers and horses are a hundred times larger than his opponents, the road is only a few meters wide, and he cannot set up a position, and no matter how many people there are, it is useless.

A few hundred meters apart, the Alliance Vanguard army built a wall with damaged chariots, and the entire army rested in place. The detachment of the Falling Star Guardian Regiment on the opposite side was also unable to attack, and after opening a safe distance, they dismounted and gathered together for dinner, and both sides seemed to be waiting for the arrival of night.

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the alliance, Wendsol sat on a chariot and closed his eyes to recuperate. His hands were on his knees, his fingers tapping rhythmically, and his expression was not at all agitated. In front of him, the commanders of the dwarf and dwarven cavalry regiments stood as quietly as he did.

"My lord, is it almost time?" The dwarf general asked in a whisper.

Windsor raised his hand to interrupt his words, still holding his eyes closed, and the dwarf general had no choice but to give up.

At the same time, about two kilometers ahead, the Falling Star Guardian Regiment team was also like them, sitting on the ground with their eyes closed and listening attentively. The evening breeze blows, and the swamps on both sides make the sound of "pop" water from time to time, accompanied by the screams of small animals, as if some predator is hunting.

Suddenly!

Bang Bang Bang!

There were three consecutive high-fives in the distance, and the team members opened their eyes at the same time, and after looking at each other, they all brushed their horses and left, and escaped into the dark night in a blink of an eye, and the whole process was silent.

After another moment, Wendsol, who had been sitting still, also opened his eyes and lightly spit out two words, "Attack!" ”

"Attack." The adjutant beside him turned around and gave the order short and forcefully, and the soldiers behind him received the order, immediately got out of the chariot, walked to the side of the road, and lightly touched the water.

The silent order was conveyed backwards, and the charioteer, who had already unloaded his armor, went into the water with his sharp blade and took advantage of the darkness to move forward. Their movements were slow, with hardly any sound of water, and only when they got closer could they see countless black dots through the light of the water.

The 50,000-strong army was crowded on the narrow road, the army formation had been lined out for 10 kilometers, and the line that had been launched extended all the way back, and about 5 kilometers away, an adjutant general raised his hand, and the team that had stolen the camp was finished. 30,000 Northern Legions, the front has all been launched, a full 15,000 people! Not to mention dealing with dozens of light cavalry, if you put it in a small country, you can start a national war.

At the front of the formation, after Wendthor had given the order, he closed his eyes again, and did not give the second order until he expected that all the soldiers who had been launched had entered the position. "Pass on our military order, and the left and right armies will attack immediately."

The dwarf and dwarven generals had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and when they heard the order, they gave a military salute and waved back, "Prepare for battle!" ”

On both sides of the rear chariot, the two cavalry who had long been ready to go immediately got on their mounts and waited for the commander's next order.

"Wait a minute." Wendsol suddenly stopped the two generals, and in their puzzled eyes, he said in a deep voice: "I handed over the battlefield to you, and the supporting troops were also sent to you, in this battle, you must break through the passage for me, otherwise!"

Otherwise what? Windsor didn't say it, but everyone knew it in their hearts. The personnel comparison is here, and the preparations are also very sufficient, if they still can't clear the road, they don't need to be asked by the military justice department, they can directly cut themselves.

"Commander, please rest assured, I promise to complete the mission!" The dwarven general replied viciously, saddled his goat mount, and raised his one-handed hammer in his hand.

No one spoke, and the two cavalry marched out of the chariot formation, lined up in two columns on the road, and began to gradually accelerate. Following Wendthor's instructions, they will go straight to the Sador Bridge to clear them of all enemies they encounter on the road.

Soon, the speed of the two cavalry reached the limit and began to run wildly along the road, 20,000 cavalry charged at the same time, and the swamp "shook the ground".

There were shouts of slaughter ahead, and the silent swamp was like a pot, and the charioteers who had been lying in ambush there in advance gave up their concealment and rushed to the road, preparing to block the squad inside.

However, when they came ashore, they found that the road was empty, and where was the shadow of the enemy?

"General, the enemy seems to have run away a long time ago......," said one of his own soldiers.

The commander of this camp stealing operation was named Veron, one of the two deputy commanders of the Northern Army, and his face was blue and unspeakably ugly. Looking back at the friendly cavalry troops that had been killed, he took a deep breath and waved his hand to order, "All the men immediately go into the water and let the friendly troops pass." ”

As soon as the order was given, the cavalry rushed to the ground with a thousand momentum, and the charioteers who had just climbed ashore hurriedly jumped into the water on both sides, shouting loudly, "It's a friendly army, don't do it!" ”

Standing in chest-deep water, watching the cavalry roaring by, Veron's face suddenly changed, and he yelled at his own soldiers: "Not good! Alert the headquarters! ”

The soldiers hurriedly untied the trumpet from their waists, puffed their cheeks and blew desperately, and the trumpet that had been stuffed through the water made a piercing and strange sound, sending a warning signal backwards.

Wendsol, who had been sitting upright like a mountain, was stunned when he heard the sound, his face instantly turned pale, he grabbed his own soldiers, and roared with a hideous face: "Our rear formation!" Fast! Warning! ”

The poignant relay of warning signals was transmitted backwards, however, it was too late.

Another lieutenant commander named Vivas was banging on the flint with his head down, ready to light his beloved pipe, when a police call arrived. He subconsciously looked up, only to see a huge fireball smashed into the bushes on the side.

"Enemy attack!"

Vivas spat out his pipe and flipped off the chariot, and the fireball slammed into where he had been sitting, instantly igniting a fire. Looking at the bushes again, I saw a cavalry army stabbing out of the stab, and cut murderously towards the chariot army.

The distance was too close, and before the rear of the chariot could react, the army had already rushed onto the road and cleared a position in an instant. The soldiers of the Northern Legion entrenched in the chariot were killed and kicked by them, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were killed and wounded, and the rest abandoned their chariots and retreated like a tide. (To be continued.) )