The sky was overcast and dark clouds were rolling.

A roaring wind whistled through the rolling hills, holding down the weeds among the rubble, making them shiver.

The black-gray earth was mixed with blood, and stumps and severed arms were scattered in between. The charred and shattered corpses show the devastation and desolation he suffered before his death, and the scene is terrifying.

Broken weapons and armor were everywhere, and flags were discarded in the mud, and the marks of arrows and swords were all over the place, and the original patterns were long gone.

Ravens swirled up and down, staring at the huddled corpses of the war dead, pecking at the festering eye sockets and cheeks. A few skinny wild dogs scurried around, biting and pulling around the carcass, and their mouths were covered in blood.

Several serfs were rummaging through corpses, trying to find something of value.

Not far away was a town, where hundreds of soldiers were running back and forth, driven by noble squires, to plunder the breached towns in ox-carts.

Grain, cloth, farming tools, even people, everything will be taken away. Those who can't be transported are mercilessly burned.

More than a dozen gallows were erected by the edge of the trenches outside the town, and the hanging nooses hung with elongated corpses. Those were the town nobles who had given up their resistance, but they had apparently not been pardoned.

The war came suddenly, and even if the defeated resisted desperately, they could not escape the end of the dead and the annihilation. Their territory, their property, and even their wives and daughters became someone else's pocket in the blink of an eye.

The victor stands on a high place, praising his own strength, despising the weakness of his opponents, and intimidating those who do not submit to him with cruel means.

Towns that were about to be destroyed were built next to paved roads along the river. Rivers and hills are condensed here, creating a natural pass and junction.

To the north of town, thousands of armed forces are battling each other.

On the battlefield, a snake-gandred banshee flag was erected high, which was particularly eye-catching. It was a team from the south, and it clearly had the upper hand.

Under the banner of the banshee, the hoplites in iron armor lined up in a thick formation of seven or eight large fans. Armed with extra-long spears and breathing heavily, they approached their opponents to the north under the command of noble officers.

The entire reloaded formation would stop every twenty or thirty meters and regroup. Every time they stomped their feet to their feet, the ground shook and the momentum was exceeding.

On the flanks of the hoplite formation were heavy cavalry of two or three hundred men in armor. Every horse is tall and mighty, and every knight is majestic.

The knights wore light and sturdy armor and shiny silver helmets. Each person wears a white cape over their shoulders and flutters in the wind. The horses were dressed in cowhide horse armor, and even the horse's head was protected by an iron mask, revealing only the horse's eyes.

This elite cavalry escorted the hoplites along the way, keeping an eye on the camp to the north, and would launch a surprise attack if they found a gap.

Compared to the neatness and might of the 'Banshee' warband, the situation of the defenders in the north is clear. They were fewer in number, more flags with different patterns, and less uniform in command.

According to the defense soldiers behind the horses, they panicked and turned their heads from time to time, as if they were ready to flee at any moment.

The aristocratic officers who commanded the defense ran back and forth brandishing their sabers, intent on boosting morale. It could be heard from the hoarse voices that they themselves did not have much confidence.

The defensive formations to the north were so scattered that anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they were about to be defeated.

Under the banner of the Gorgon, several attacker commanders on horseback were laughing. Their battle this time was as easy as a journey, and their opponents were vulnerable.

"It's this gang of traitors who drove the Longlegs out of Coldwind City? Fils. Long legs still have the face to tell us that the opponent is very strong. Sure enough, it's a fallen family that colludes with demons, and what they say is not credible at all. ”

Laughter rang out under the banshee banner. One of them was particularly tall, dressed in silver-gray half-length armor, a golden peaked helmet, and a smooth black velvet cloak covering his body, and the light of magic shimmering faintly.

This outfit alone is a status symbol, but this person is not only noble, but also extremely majestic. He sat upright on horseback, with broad shoulders and thick waist, and a tall posture, his expression seemed casual, but he exuded an awe-inspiring bearing.

As the man spoke, two groups of knights followed. One group of people mocked with impunity, and the other group consciously defiled.

One of the embarrassed men spoke up: "Baron Bishop, you have been ordered to help, not to speak coldly.

The day before yesterday you conquered a small town, and the one you were executed was a lowly rebel. These are just rebellious straggler vanguards, and they are not strong in the first place.

As we continue north, you'll run into the rebel main force led by the Arad family, as well as Victor behind the scenes. Hugo. Underestimating the enemy will only bring shame on yourself. ”

The one who retorted was Exxon, the captain of the Longlegs family's guard, a middle-aged man who struggled to preserve his family's reputation. But the baron of the golden crown, who opened his mouth to mock, still sneered disdainfully.

"Victor. Hugo, the look on your face when you pronounce this name is ridiculous, how afraid do you have to be of him to be scared like this?

I've heard the name many times. A black-haired brute from the Black Forest, with a good caravan, went to the Banshee Castle to do business.

I heard that he had good governance skills, and recruited thousands of serfs to cultivate a large amount of land. I like people who do things. When I catch him, maybe I can reward him as a butler and let him run the manor for me. ”

Hahaha......

The laughter under the Banshee was louder, and the Golden Crown Knight's men were all overjoyed. He himself glanced ahead, his heavily-armed pikemen slow, but only fifty meters away from Coldwind's rebellious camp.

"Blow the trumpet, put down your spear, and get ready to charge."

"Let our wizards drive summoned beasts to rush and tear through the opponent's defenses."

"The heavy pikemen must step forward steadfastly, crushing the last trace of resistance of their opponents."

"The rebellion on the other side is really a waste, they don't even have the idea of stopping it. I also carefully arranged the cavalry to guard the flanks. ”

Otherworldly battles are dull, and battles are fought along roads and water. After the two sides lined up, they pushed all the way, and the wizard and knight as the core would not be easily dispatched.

Rulin's gun array lowered the tip of the gun with a cry and continued to advance slowly. The defenders to the north had a dense line of spears in their eyes, and the soldiers began to fear, and the noble officers were struggling to suppress them.

A dozen shadow wolves were summoned by the wizards of the Banshee Castle. These monsters swerved through the guns of the hoplites, fearlessly charging at each other.

For the Shadow Wolf, it only takes two or three breaths to run a distance of fifty meters.

The attacking phalanx of heavily armed pikes was demoralized. The soldiers kept walking slowly to regain their strength. But the commander shouted just right: "Speed up, assault forward!" ”

Once the heavy steps are moved, it is very terrifying to stimulate the blood, and the assault of thousands of hoplites is very terrifying. The layers of extra-long spears were divided into three rows, fearlessly moving forward with a huge sound.

Even the knight lord of the fifth or sixth level did not dare to resist the military formation casually, because he couldn't resist at all.

As soon as the heavily armed pikemen moved, the banshee cavalry guarding the flanks followed suit. As they accelerated, the white cloaks behind them shook like a dazzling wave.

Death came, the two sides were about to come into contact, and heart-rending screams rang out from within the defense line of Coldwind City. Many of them dropped their weapons in fear and fled backwards, and the defending aristocratic officers quickly lost control of the situation.

Just as the attacking and defending sides were staggered and the defenders were about to collapse, the 'Banshee' legion was already wishing victory, and a blood-red battle flag suddenly appeared on the hills on the west side of the battlefield.

The hill was only thirty or fifty meters, and it was not very high from a distance.

But under the red flag, a large group of light cavalry appeared in a neat formation, looking down on the entire battlefield.

The forces of the Banshee Fortress are attacking, and the sound of killing is shocking. Once this offensive is launched, it will be difficult to stop, and it must be forward.

Baron Bishop, who was in charge, was in high spirits, but the red cavalry that suddenly appeared was like a scoop of cold water poured on his head. He had to look up to see the opponent's formation.

Solemn, cold, the moment before the eruption......

The flanks of the pikemen are completely exposed, and the formation is difficult to reverse. The Knights of the Banshee Castle accelerated forward, leaving their entire flanks uncovered.

Under the red battle flag, an arm was raised high and slashed down.

The brave light riders shouted with joy, and the blades shone and poured down.

The fighter is so good.

Under the banshee, Lord Exxon of the Long-legged family let out a shrill shout. He pointed to a huge skeleton war horse on the hills two or three hundred meters away, and scolded angrily:

"Victor. Hugo, is Victor. Hugo. That bastard came with his own troops. ”