The catastrophe that fell from the sky still shows no end.

Not seeing where the enemy was, or what the attack was, even the wisest magicians in the coalition - if they still had the ability to think at the moment - couldn't think of a spell that could hit so far, so powerful, and not feel the slightest fluctuation of mana before it hit, it was simply against the common sense of magic!

In fact, until the continuous shells fell on their heads and the entire open field was scorched, only a few people realized that they were "attacked", and many more still did not realize that the battle had actually begun, and even did not realize that it was Cecil's power that was killing them.

They were bombed, shattered, and vaporized in a daze, and in the last few brief moments of their lives, they could not even think of any connection between this seemingly heavenly catastrophe and their ongoing "Cecil Expedition".

It wasn't until almost all the soldiers in front of them were wiped out and the knights were also dead that the remaining mages, knights, and priests reacted, or guessed the reason for this unbelievable hell in front of them, and someone shouted in a frenzy: "Cecil! The Cecil attacked!! ”

But the roar was faintly like a mosquito in the continuous explosions, and soon the owner of the roar disappeared into a new crater with his voice, and many more were concussed to death by the shock wave of the shells.

Lucky enough for those who were slow enough to keep up with the large army, they were left behind by their lack of discipline, and they witnessed the nightmarish sight of the plains on the mountain passes of Gravel Ridge, and saw the mighty knights and mages of yesteryear roll in the "Heavenly Fire Explosion", crawling on the ground with stumps and severed arms, and the vanguard of thousands of men wiped out in a few breaths, and those who survived were terrified, but they were soon confronted with an equally deadly threat.

The horses were frightened.

The knights' horses were trained to maintain a certain level of composure in the face of magical explosions created by mages, but there was clearly a limit to this training, and the intensive artillery bombardment and the occasional fireball spell were obviously very different things, and the explosions on the battlefield exceeded the limits of what the horses could withstand, so that even more deadly chaos erupted in the coalition.

The frightened and out-of-control war horses began to carry their masters on a rampage in the military formation, and the frightened noble private soldiers immediately lost the suppression of the noble knights, and shouted in horror and frenzy one by one and began to retreat and flee, the only few nobles and their knights who still had the courage shouted loudly in the chaos, trying to use their power to organize new order, but soon they were also overturned by the war horses under their crotch, At least a third of them were crushed in the next few minutes by the horse's hooves and iron boots, and the rest were dragged along the mountain path by the fleeing soldiers—

But behind them, there were still troops who did not know the truth.

The coalition front was stretched too long, when the vanguard was wiped out in the artillery bombardment, the soldiers in the middle and rear sections were even on the mountain road of the gravel ridge, they heard a loud explosion in the distance, and thought that the thunder that is common in spring was echoing in the mountains, and the superstitious southern soldiers mostly believed in one thing, that is, the thunder in spring meant a bad omen, especially when the spring thunder sounded, they could not stay in the mountains, otherwise they would be turned into stones on the top of the mountain - so the follow-up troops accelerated their pace, and collided with the troops in front of them who were trying to retreat.

One side desperately wanted to escape, the other side was still moving forward, all the noble private soldiers were using different flags, orders, and even speaking different local dialects, huge chaos broke out on the hill of Gravel Ridge, the bewildered soldiers were carried around by the crowd, some were pushed back to the apocalyptic plain, while others rolled down the cliff in a chaos, the earth-shattering explosions and screams and cries finally began to spread towards the Gravel Ridge, I don't know who shouted first, "The battle has been defeated in front!" Let the chaos completely explode to a deadly degree.

Viscount Carol was forced back by the troops in front, and now he didn't know what was going on in front of him, only vaguely heard someone mention that it was related to those thunders, and the soldiers who had gone crazy shouted that Cecil had 10,000 great magicians while running, and instantly destroyed Count Hossman and the entire army he led, these crazy news and the fact that the coalition army had fled now hit the poor heart of the viscount, and he was trying to keep his balance on the horse while moving north under the escort of the knights, The brain is chaotic and can't think at all.

The mighty coalition army has completely disintegrated, falling apart like broken plates, the knights and noble lords tried several times to reorganize the order, but in the end they could not do anything but run back with the large army, in the middle of the gravel ridge, the more than twenty surviving nobles and their entourage scurried like headless flies, Carol looked around in a panic, and saw that less than half of the people who could keep up with him were left - the rest did not fall down the hill, It's just that it was squeezed out by the crowd.

But slowly, Viscount Carol noticed that the fleeing had regrouped, and in the ranks he found a somewhat familiar banner with the coat of arms of the Gülen family on it.

Riding out of the crowd, surrounded by a group of strong, calm-looking guards, she came to Viscount Carol and exclaimed, "Keep up with you—I've gathered a group!" Let's run northeast! ”

The lady's high tone and simple and straightforward way of speaking did not in any way resemble that of an aristocratic person, lacking sufficient modifiers and embellished epilogies, but at this moment Viscount Carol felt extremely kind and reliable, and he immediately rode his horse to follow, shouting at the knights who were still loyal behind him: "Keep up, keep up with the banner of the Glenn family!" Leave the militia and serfs alone! ”

Outside the Gravel Ridge, on a high ground far from the battlefield, a cleverly camouflaged tower was hidden in the canopy of several giant trees, and at the observation post at the top of the tower, a soldier in Cecil's armor lowered his telescope.

The soldier turned his head and said to his colleagues behind him: "Signal, three red and two yellow." ”

Moments later, several small, purpose-built light grenades were fired into the sky, sending out several clouds of colored smoke and dust.

On the windward hill, a herald ran to Philip: "My lord, the observation post has signaled - half of the artillery has hit, and the enemy has begun to break out." ”

"As a result, I didn't use minefields and close defense positions at all...... Sure enough, it's a rabble," Philip couldn't help but shake his head, "Forget it, the heavy artillery will cease fire after hitting this base, and signal the second brigade to let them bite the enemy and don't let people go." ”

After the herald left, Philip sighed slightly: "Although the flare is a good thing, it can only convey such a simple content...... I don't know when the communication device that Master Carmel said before will be tested......"

After a sigh, the young knight raised his head and looked at where the Kant-knights and the Second Legion they were leading were staying.

Wald and his men still haven't come to their senses.

The continuous roar of the huge acceleration cannon, the orderly command and execution, the constant muffled explosion from the far distance, the war, and the form they knew were completely different.

It's not like a "battle" between knights and warriors going head-to-head, it's a bit like some kind of machine in motion...... It's like the mechanical clocks made by skilled craftsmen.

Cecil's corps flicked the switch with precision, the artillery fired with precision, the enemy died with precision - it worked, and then the result was obtained.

It was only at this moment that Margarita and her fellow knights realized why the lord didn't need the Second Legion and the Kantt Knights to go into battle...... For them, who are not even proficient in using ray guns, going to this kind of battlefield is only to add to the chaos.

But just when the Kant's knights were in shock and self-doubt, Philip came to them.

"Knights, don't you want to take part in the battle—now the task given to you has come down."

Wald Perridge looked at Philip in confusion: "We? Isn't it already over? ”

"Who said that the enemy retreated, and this war was over?" Philip laughed, "Before I set out on the expedition, the lord told me a word - the enemy has the right to fire, but when to cease fire is up to us. Earl Hossman had sent the war letter to Cecil, and now Cecil had to respond to his challenge in his own way...... Knights, get your men in order, and together with the First Legion, go after the invading enemy. ”

Although it always felt that there was something wrong with these words, the Kantmen who finally got the opportunity to express themselves did not care about these details—the opportunity of a few thousand people chasing tens of thousands of people was not so easy to come across.

They immediately ran excitedly to select their men and horses, and prepared to lead the army.

And when the mighty 50,000-strong coalition army was instantly routed in the area of Gravel Ridge and began to stage a farce of a grand escape, the other army, summoned by Count Hossman, did not know the terrible fate of their northern brethren.

Standing on the bow of the boat, the short and stocky Count Frannine Peppard took advantage of the cool breeze on the river to dispel the trance and dizziness caused by the hangover of last night, and he looked at the large and small warships on the river not far away, and thought that 20,000 men were rushing to the front under his command, and he could not help but feel a sense of high spirits.

The Count of Peibo is not a person of great prestige in the south, but his family has been in this land for a long time, in fact, as early as the time of Cecil, the ancestors of the Count of Peibo were already the local nobles here, in the great turmoil a hundred years ago, the Peibo family relied on standing in time to preserve their titles and fiefs, although they were still inevitably implicated by Cecil, and their prestige and influence were much less than before, but at least - the surname Peibo was still the surname of the Count.

Frannine Peppo's vision has always been to revive the family's glory and allow the surname to regain the voice of the south and gain influence worthy of his countdom.

Now, he felt his chance.

He gave strong support to Count Hossman when he implemented the "magic net", contributed money and people to help Karloff Hossman repair the magic net to various parts of the south, was the first to respond when Count Hossman called for troops, and took out all the river boats that the family had accumulated for generations to serve as "war ships", and his investment proved to be worth it.

He finally had 20,000 men, and he had the opportunity to lead a coalition army as an earl to gain fame.

As long as he can open the road from the Whitewater to Cecil's territory, and secure the banks of the Whitewater River before Earl Hossmann's army moves south, he can make the surname Peibo sonic back to the south.

(Life is liver!) ）