An army of 30,000 led by Aram soon arrived in the Valley of the Windhelm. Before entering the Valley of the Wind Helm, Aram made a simple adjustment to the entire army. Of the 30,000 troops, a quarter belonged to cavalry, and the rest were infantry.

Since the terrain of the Valley of the Wind Helmet was not conducive to cavalry warfare, Syria had all the 7,500 cavalry dismount and fight with the infantry.

It was a risky decision, knowing that there were a large number of enemies lurking in the valley, and that he had to devote almost all of his troops to the battle at once. There is a kind of stubbornness in Syria who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers the tigers in the mountains.

However, Aram is not a hot-blooded rush, acting recklessly. Of course, he knew how horrible it was to fight barbarians in close quarters. The only way to minimize casualties is to unite the more than 30,000 people as a whole. And Alan's self-confidence stems from the various reforms that his second brother Aba has made to the military of the Snow Country in the past few years.

Abel was the second son of Wren, the king of the North, and the wisest and most learned of Wren's three sons. He had studied at the most famous military academy in the Iron Lion Country for many years, and had done a very in-depth study of the military systems of various countries on the Radiant Continent. After returning to China, Yabai made great reforms to the army of the Snowpiercers. These reforms made a leap forward in the country's relatively backward military system.

Aran remembers that his brother once commented on the difference between the Iron Lion army and the Snow Country's army.

He said that the soldiers of the Iron Lion Nation are far inferior to the soldiers of our Snow Nation in terms of size and combat skills. If it was a one-on-one battle, the soldiers of the ten Iron Lion Nation might not be able to defeat a single Snow Countryman. One hundred to one hundred words, the victory rate of the Iron Lion Country will increase by 30%. One thousand against one thousand, half of the victory and defeat for both sides, but if both sides put in more than 10,000 troops to fight, then the Snow Country side has no chance of winning.

The words of the second prince made Aran very puzzled, why the change in numbers, the difference between victory and defeat was so huge. Abel told Aran with a smile. The reason is actually very simple, there are only two points, discipline and teamwork.

The strength of the soldiers of the Iron Lion Nation in individual combat is not strong, and skirmishes do not have any advantage. However, when encountering large-scale battles, the Iron Lion Nation's army will often form a square formation. Every soldier in the phalanx abides by the iron discipline, and the officers and men of the whole army advance and retreat together, and when the various arms of the army closely cooperate into a whole, they can completely make up for the gap in individual strength. On the other hand, the northern peoples are accustomed to fighting on their own, and there is a lack of effective cooperation between them.

The situation today is exactly as Abel had commented at the beginning. When the enemy's individual strength is higher than your own troops, the only way to defeat the opponent is to rely on the strength of the team. Aram told the whole army what was in his heart.

It was rare for this group of unruly northern warriors to agree with Aram's point of view. In recent years, phalanx training has become a compulsory subject in the barracks, and the soldiers of the Snow Country are no strangers to it. Although the Snowy Country's phalanx is not as skilled as the Iron Lion Country for the time being, it should be more than enough to deal with the barbarians who don't know anything about the opposing formation.

Aram led more than 30,000 warriors, marching in order, and broke into the enemy's hinterland. The soldiers sang war songs and tapped their spears against the round shields in their hands. The majestic song resounded throughout the Windhelmet Valley, and even Wren and Ahan were fighting fiercely on the other side of the valley.

Seeing the neatly groomed army of the Snow Country, the barbarians hiding on the cliffs all showed shocked expressions.

No one expected that the people of the Snowy Country would enter the Valley of the Wind Helmet with such fanfare. Their actions were nothing more than a signal to the barbarian legions of all-out war.

With a wave of his hand, some of the barbarian leaders who couldn't hold their breath waved their hands and ordered all the barbarians who were lying in ambush on both sides of the valley to go out.

The barbarian shouted loudly as he waved his weapon. It seems that he wants to suppress the momentum of the people of the Snow Country.

In the face of the dense barbarians, although Alan's heart was a little nervous, he still had to show no fear on his face.

"Array!"

The 30,000-strong army stopped advancing at the same time. Shield-wielding infantry ran to the outermost layer of the line, and hundreds of shields fell on top of each other, including almost all of their own men.

These shield-bearers were all strong recruits, who were not experienced in combat, but they were energetic and physically strong enough to withstand the barbarians' charges.

Behind the shield bearers, the spearmen are basically made up of veterans who have served for more than three years.

They are more composed and sophisticated than the recruits, and know how to kill and damage the enemy quickly and effectively.

And in the center of the army was a mixed force of 4,000 archers and 1,000 spearmen, and these 5,000 were the real main attackers of the whole army.

Aram knew that barbarians did not like to wear armor, and some warriors did not even take shields. One or two arrows in the body may not be fatal to the strong barbarians, but if it is a dense rain of arrows, even if a large demonic beast encounters it, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive.

Seeing the strange formation of the army of the Snowy Country, a look of disdain appeared on the faces of Gu Lie and the High Priest at the same time. When did the people of the Snow Country, who have always been brave and fearless, become shrunken turtles hiding behind shields? I really don't know what kind of mediocrity is commanding this force.

Mountains of barbarians rushed down from the valley and gathered into a raging torrent that rushed towards the phalanx laid by the northern warriors.

"Archer prepare!"

When the formation was complete, Aram raised his right hand and made a gesture of preparing to shoot. The archers in the center of the large array drew dozens of feathered arrows from their quivers and plunged them into the soft earth beneath their feet.

The Aram adjuster breathed, trying to imitate his father's demeanor when he was in command. The archer's effective attack range is about 120 meters, and the enemy has not yet entered the range of fire, so he will not give the order to shoot easily.

The barbarian's feet are fast, but in the blink of an eye, they have already broken into the range of the archers.

"Young Master, the enemy has already entered the firing range!"

Miraya's eyesight is far better than that of Alan, don't look at her as just a sixteen-year-old girl, as early as two years ago, Miraya practiced a hundred steps through the Yang archery technique, which is unmatched in the country. That's why Wren, who has always been cautious, would entrust his son to her care.

With that, Miraya placed a feathered arrow on the bowstring, her silver ponytail fluttering in the cold wind, and she looked like a heroic Valkyrie.

Aran nodded, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Four thousand archers, at the same time, drew their feathered arrows stuck in the ground, and almost instantly put them on the bowstring. Looking at the tide of enemy troops in front of them, the archers didn't even seem to need to aim, each man simply raised his longbow to a 60-degree angle to the ground before loosening the taut string.

The sound of strings is constantly moving.

A dense rain of arrows fell on the heads of the barbarians like a swarm of locusts. The dozens of barbarians who rushed to the front were instantly pierced through their bodies by the long arrows that flew in. Under the tremendous penetrating force of the bow and arrows, the barbarians without any armor fell in pieces, but the barbarians who followed behind continued to charge on the corpses in front of them.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Arran, who was in the center of the array, shouted.

The arrows shot out again in waves, falling in waves, and each time the arrows fell, a large number of enemies fell. But the barbarians didn't seem to care about the casualties at all, and the momentum of the charge showed no sign of abating. Some of the barbarians, who were wounded and fell to the ground, but did not have time to get up, were trampled into pulp by the team behind.

The barbarian's toughness is extraordinary. If it were a human army, it would have been crushed long ago in the face of such heavy casualties, but the barbarians could still charge bravely regardless of everything. The brave and fearless spirit of the barbarians really made Aran feel admired from the bottom of his heart.

After paying a great price, the barbarians finally rushed to a distance of only thirty meters from the army of the Snowy Country. At this moment, the archers had also finished shooting the arrows planted in the ground. Syria ordered all the archers to retreat in an orderly manner, allowing the spearmen standing behind the archers to come forward.

The range of the throwing gun is shorter than that of the bow and arrow, in order to ensure accuracy and lethality. Syria sent the thousand spear-throwers in the same direction to fire a volley. The barbarians, who had managed to rush to their side, were once again dealt a fatal blow.

In normal times, it is difficult to completely kill a strong barbarian warrior with even several throwing spears in his body. But now, most of the barbarians who can rush to a distance of thirty meters from the big formation are wounded, and some of them even have dozens of feathered arrows stuck in their bodies. Although he is still desperately rushing forward, he has run out of oil, and it is almost a miracle to be able to stand and walk.

At a distance of less than twenty or fifty meters, the power of a spear is much greater than that of a bow and arrow. After the first wave of overshadowing spears fell, many of the barbarians fell to the ground, unable to pose any threat to the soldiers of the Snowy Country. Some of the savage warriors who were lucky enough to rush to the front of the large array were stabbed to death by spearmen guarding behind their shields.

Unfortunately, due to the limited number of guns, the gunners cannot continue to attack. After three volleys, the 1,000 gunners had already thrown all the spears they carried. But the barbarians' frenzied offensive also receded like a tide. Although the barbarians are not afraid of life and death when fighting, they are not really indifferent to the casualties. In fact, in order to prepare for this battle, the barbarian tribes are almost all possessed with the strength to fight.

If we continue to fight like this, even if we can finally defeat the Snowy Nation troops in front of them, the elite of the barbarians will all be lost, and the attempt to fully invade the Snowy Country will undoubtedly become an unattainable castle in the air.

Seeing the barbarians drop countless corpses and retreat, Aran's tense nerves relaxed slightly. To say that the first time I commanded a large army to fight, I was not nervous at all, it would definitely be a lie.

When the barbarians charged, Aram was very worried that the enemy would break through the formation. Fortunately, the performance of the soldiers was excellent, and the dense rain of arrows did not leave a single gap for the enemy.

"Raise your shield and move forward!"

After the first confrontation frustrated the enemy's spirit, Aram could not help but gain confidence and decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue and crush all the barbarian armies in one fell swoop.

The Snowy Warriors raised their shields and strode forward.