What is it? Magic? All the front-line commanders of the Northern Coalition Army were so shocked that they stopped their movements, but including Feng? Before anyone including Viscount Doggning could react, a succession of flashes of light had already erupted in the Bully infantry brigade one after another.

Boom, boom, a stormy explosion instantly enveloped the entire front-line position. For the first time, the infantry of the Brey had the good fortune to encounter a mine on the battlefield of Vaynd. The disintegrating crystal buried under the turf immediately released all the energy contained in it as soon as it was forced, and the terrifying impact force not only lifted the turf, but also directly hit the infantry above.

The iron foot guard of the Bree infantry was first deformed by force, and then, along with the bones, was broken upward by a tremendous force, and flew upwards with its owner; The cuirass was concave inward in an instant during this process, directly squeezing the bones or internal organs inside into pieces.

After five or six infantrymen were pierced into the sky, most of them were left with only cold corpses.

In an instant, the infantry brigade of Bulei lost nearly a fifth of its living force. But the blow was even more severe—they were already in danger before they even touched the enemy—and the cheers of the Northern coalition who witnessed it came to an abrupt halt like ducks choked by the throat.

"This ...... You made it out of those magic furnaces?" Princess Griffiin watched this scene from afar, but she was silently calculating in her heart: "The core value of the magic transmission device is very expensive, but those crystals don't seem to be very cost-effective in terms of lethality, but it seems that the investment in the critical battlefield can also produce miraculous effects regardless of the cost." ”

Brando nodded. To be honest, he and Antitina didn't sleep all night. And in the end, because there were so many of them, it was impossible for Antitina to complete such a large workload alone, and he had to use a large blood sacrifice alchemy array to help.

He bled a lot of blood for this.

However, he noticed the face of the half-elf princess, and probably guessed the other party's thoughts. But he didn't care, this was not the full power of the disintegration crystal at the moment, the best was yet to come, and making the disintegration crystal himself was not used to play with mines.

He turned his head again. Looking at the other side of the battlefield from afar. The explosion continued, and one of the Dragoons was killed in the explosion, disintegrating the crystal and breaking off his dragon's right foot. The furious mount threw him off his back. The poor hapless guy broke his spine in the process and died instantly.

"Stop! Stop it! "Feng? Viscount Dogging was also taken aback, and hurriedly tightened the reins and shouted, "It's a trap!" ”

But this viscount is worthy of a great reputation in history after all. He immediately found a solution. An order was given to the Bre infantry to stop and disperse, and to continue in a skirmisher formation—the straggler formation had existed as early as the year of the Star Gathering (1st.321) when the White Lion Infantry Regiment under the Count of Atania faced a dense bow and arrow cover attack of the Lionmen, and even earlier, the Cruz had used similar tactics, so it was not a novel invention - but he had learned and put it into practice here, and it was a sight to behold the commanders of the Northern Alliance.

"He is a genius of the Nayot." Viscount Finn couldn't help but praise Vitokin. The Earl was also very satisfied, at least not to prove that his choice was wrong, and that he was wise and one of the virtues of nobility.

But his voice had not yet fallen, as if he had been specifically trying to refute him. The battlefield was again a brighter flash. The violent explosion almost connected into one piece, causing the entire valley to shake.

Feng? Viscount Dougenin stared dumbfounded at what was happening in front of him, and the violent explosion lifted the turf, causing blood-soaked dirt to fall from him one after another, as if it were raining mud. He wiped his face. The face was sticky and uncomfortable, in his imagination, the princess's side only had half a night's time, both to set up positions and lay traps, where did he get so much time? He decided that the other party was just bluffing and wanted to stall for time.

But he didn't expect it to be a little wrong. Brando's 'trap' wasn't as complicated as he thought. In fact, he and Antitina just made some leftover scraps and threw them into the grass.

But it was this casual product that brought great trouble to the Northern Coalition Army.

Brando's heart couldn't help but feel a pang of relief when he saw the Bulre's infantry stop again. There are no international conventions in this world, and he can use whatever kind of mines he wants, and he has no psychological burden at all. And the first time this big killer appeared on the battlefield, it did bring unimaginable benefits.

If the Northern Coalition wants to continue its advance, it will have to pay a terrible price. Moreover, the real effect of the mine is actually to deter the morale of the enemy, and the loss of one or two troops before they come into contact with the enemy is a terrible bad omen in the fantasy world of Vaynd.

Of course, the other party can also stop and slowly clear the mines. Anyway, he and Antitina didn't bury those disintegrating crystals very deeply, and if you were careful, you could still find them one by one. But that's exactly what he wants, anyway, he's not short of time, and it's best to drag on this battle for a week or half a month, but then the battlefield will not be up to the northern nobles.

However, the Northern Coalition apparently understands this and does not intend to give Brando this opportunity. Feng? Viscount Dougenin only stopped for a short time before ordering the Bray to move on, still in a skirmisher formation.

This is purely filling the hole with human life.

The infantry of Bully immediately stirred, but was immediately suppressed by the Suppression. Feng? After Viscount Doggining coldly ordered his rangers to kill a few disobedient soldiers, the infantry brigade began to move forward reluctantly.

But at this time, the bold and ambitious sentence 'I will take the spear first, and you will win from me!' Long live Eruin! Long live the King! It became a ready-made joke, and morale plummeted.

Feng? Viscount Dogning stared fiercely at the north, his face pale.

Anyway, though. The coalition forces in the north have finally begun to advance again. In the midst of the explosions, the infantry was constantly decreasing, and finally the disciplined infantry finally collapsed when they could not bear it, and the junior soldiers almost cried out to retreat, but the bright spears still drove them forward.

This scene reminded Brando of the Cruz Empire driving their slave soldiers to attack, but the Cruz were driving their enemies and captives, while Eruin today is driving their compatriots.

He watched the scene coldly.

Behind him. Princess Griffiin also bit her lower lip.

The 1st Infantry Brigade of the Bray Column finally collapsed completely, or was completely finished, and this brigade was not only completely depleted. And also lost their hearts. Everyone understands this, and the future Bulei column probably will not have the name of the 1st Infantry Brigade.

That would be a nightmare that would remain in everyone's mind.

But the nightmare continues. Feng? Viscount Dougening was replaced by the second brigade, and at this moment, the young man seemed to have become a grim god of death who guarded the victory. Indifferently filling human life into this established victory, he only needs the final result.

As for the sacrifice, that's just a number.

The advance of the Northern Coalition finally paid off, and the 2nd Infantry Brigade of the Bre men finally approached a position only a mile from Brando's main position. Behind them, the main forces of the Northern Coalition began to cover up, and Brando could even see the movement of cavalry behind.

However, at this time, the Bully infantry in front was met head-on.

Everyone heard a 'whoosh' sound as if the air had been evacuated, and the sky went dark. Feng? Viscount Dougening subconsciously raised his head, only to see a rain of black arrows rising from Mount Macchenko and Mount Villeco, and the rain of arrows rushed to his face. The 2nd Infantry Brigade of Bree, which was advancing in front, seemed to have crashed head-on into an invisible wall, and the formation, which had remained intact, suddenly collapsed in several places.

"Finally the enemy!" Feng? A trace of excitement flashed in Viscount Doggening's heart, and he immediately turned around and shouted: "Order the Highland Infantry to attack Mount Villeko at once, and take that hill first!" The Bree infantry continues to advance! ”

The knight behind him immediately raised his flag.

A flag was also raised at the other end of the valley. Viscount Finn glanced at it from a distance, and immediately the knights rode out in the middle of it. Behind him was a knight who raised his horn and whined.

The distant sound of the horn resounded through the valley for a while.

The highland infantry of Finn's column began to break away from the main formation, and thousands of gray-robed infantry flowed like a torrent across the riverbed at the bottom of the valley - in front of them, the light infantry of the Bray had 'trodden' a safe passage for them, so that they could attack unhindered in the direction of Mount Villeco.

Unfortunately, the attack did not go as smoothly as expected.

The 2nd Brigade of the Highland Infantry of the Finn Column had just entered the black pine forest when a hissing shout was heard in the forest: "Sarko! If they knew the Naga language, they would understand the meaning of the phrase.

"Vote-!"

Sanir opened his mouth. The long whistling sound pierced the woodland. Hidden in the pine forest, the warriors of the Naga clan had already seen human figures in their burnt yellow pupils, and they raised their spears in unison and threw them downward.

A scream rang out through the woods.

The 7th detachment of the 2nd Brigade of the Highland Infantry of the Finn Column was almost completely covered by this rain of spears, and the centurion Sir Raphael, who led the way, was killed on the spot, and only a third of the 150 infantry survived.

“Airm！” Sanir immediately ordered his people to lay down their spears, and the Naga Praetorian Guard simultaneously took their spears, and the first three rows immediately formed a jungle of steel.

The third, fourth, and ninth detachments of the Highland Infantry had now passed over their comrades, and Centurion Brod and his comrades were personally supervising the battle, and as soon as he saw the weapon in the hands of the gray-fin Naga in the forest, he realized that it was not good—the moon-shaped spear, the Naga Praetorian Guard! But it was too late to retreat, and everyone could only watch as two armies of different races collided with each other.

There was a neat muffled sound, like the sound of a spear tearing through chain mail. Broad couldn't help but subconsciously raise his head, only to see the first row of Blackblade Legionnaires in front of him flying up in order, being thrown back, hitting his head on a rock or hanging on a tree trunk.

The Naga Janissaries were still advancing, and the lines of the three detachments of the Highland Infantry were broken like a layer of tissue paper. The third-order army showed crushing strength when facing the first-order army. Broad saw that the Naga Praetorian Guard had emptied the human soldiers in front of them almost instantly, while the Naga in the back row was removing the second short spear from behind in a uniform motion.

It was the last image he ever saw in his life.

……

The forest was a mess, littered with the corpses of human soldiers pinned to the ground.

Sanir glanced up, Brando had probably talked to him about the formation of the Blackblade Legion, and at the moment they had defeated about half a brigade of humans, but that was enough.

"Put away the corpses of your clansmen and clean up the battlefield. We retreat! It immediately gave orders to all its subordinates in the Naga language. Brando didn't plan to get too entangled with the Blackblade Legion on these two hills, and the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy had planned to turn this place into a meat grinder battlefield, but in his opinion, meat grinding was a really uneconomical thing to do.

But let go of these two hills. Can the central position really hold on......

Sanir's scorched yellow vertical pupils couldn't help but flash with a hint of doubt.

When Viscount Finn arrived on Mount Villeco, he saw such a hellish sight. In just a quarter of an hour, the 2nd Highland Infantry Brigade lost a full five detachments. The four centurions, who had not suffered such a heavy loss when he was surrounded by the lionmen of Toquinine in Toas.

And though the knight captain swore that it was only after a terrible battle that they had finally routed the enemy, the Greyfinned Nagar, and taken the mountain. But Finn wasn't stupid, he could clearly see that Naga had retreated on his own initiative, otherwise his men wouldn't have grabbed even a single corpse?

Never mind.

The viscount gritted his teeth, in short, he just completed the task, he would not take the initiative to go to the Earl for these indifferent reasons to admit punishment, "Clean up the battlefield immediately, and go to report our victory to Count Vitokin!" Finn commanded fiercely.

He couldn't help but raise his head to look at the battlefield, and felt a faint sense of unease in his heart, this battle was too weird. Why did those Naga take the initiative to abandon the high ground?

On the other side of the battlefield, on Mount Marchenko, the same scene was taking place. Baron Konstantin watched in disbelief as the 'Pseudo-White Lion Legion' and the young cadets who had almost completely routed his column had gone away.

"They retreated?"

"Martha, are you protecting us in heaven?"

"Thank goodness ......!" Baron Konstantin lay on the ground weakly, almost crying without tears.

Feng? Viscount Dougenin received the news of the capture of Mt. Macchenko and Mount Villeco almost immediately, and at that moment he finally let out a heavy sigh of relief. Although there were some troubles, victory was finally in sight.

"Her Royal Highness the princess really intends to abandon the highlands to the south. Do you plan to attract the main forces of the coalition forces to attack the positions of the Central Army? Want to cover the left and right wings? No, this is supposed to lure the enemy deeper...... What arrogance. ”

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but his gaze gradually became fanatical and belligerent. However, since the princess's side dared to expose their weaknesses to the front, how could they let it go lightly, the other party foolishly believed that their central position was indestructible, but Feng? Viscount Dogning, however, did not think that the private soldiers under Count Outing could be relied upon.

"It's good to destroy the opponent's delusion with one blow."

He raised his spear.

The horn sounded.

……

The whining horn sounded again. The Northern Coalition is no longer advancing in layers. It was as if the whole thing was moving, and since both the Mt. Magchenco and the Mt Villeco had fallen into the hands of the enemy, this time they were finally able to fully unfold in front of them.

Coming from three sides, Count Vitokin finally threw in more than four columns of troops at once. The black-pressed army was like a torrent that swept over the mountains, but this torrent was going upstream, attacking from the river beaches, from the streams, from the forests, and from the mountains.

Flags were marching in the wind, and the sporadic explosions of disintegrating crystals seemed to be drowned in the sea of people in an instant.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but turn white, there were too many enemies. After losing Mount Machenko and Mount Villeco, whether the central position could hold on to it under attack from three sides is really an answer without any doubt.

Just rely on those private soldiers?

Brando's face finally showed nervousness. He wasn't worried about whether his plan would fail, but he was worried about whether Count Outin's private soldiers would be able to withstand the huge psychological pressure, and if they collapsed at the first touch, then it would be all over. But he only had this one chance, and he had to draw the enemy's main force here.

"Hold on—"

Brando shouted in his heart, but subconsciously drew his sword. Although he had not yet met the enemy, he already felt that the phalanx of the nobles' private soldiers had begun to crumble, and he could not wait any longer, and his morale must be stabilized. He held the Sword of Earth aloft, and the 'Bahamut Grip' on his arm had the ability to transform itself as in the game, fusing perfectly with the azure Earth Armor. The metal handarmor resembles the claws of a blue dragon, and it looks majestic.

Behind him—

In the bow and arrow positions on the hillside, the noble archers finally waited for the order. At the same time, they drew arrows from the quiver behind their backs and opened their longbows - the clusters of arrows had been removed and replaced with glittering gray crystals.

Beth couldn't help but shake her head as she looked at the longbowmen, her movements slowing down and not standard. These aristocratic private soldiers are really useless, and the number is too small, more than a thousand archers, a small half of them are 'temporarily transferred', can these people really play a role?

She was skeptical.

However, the Commander himself said that as long as they could shoot arrows into the enemy line with their bows, it would be enough. Beth looked at the black coalition forces down the hill and thought to herself that this was not a difficult task, there was no need to aim at all.

"Ready—"

She also spread the shale longbow in her hand.

"Shoot!"