At the moment when the Count of Desion rushed out, countless infantrymen who were still standing in the rear were touched by the courage of the antlered general, and they all clenched their weapons and rushed forward with the Earl. However, the seventeen men commanded by Owen from a distance remained unmoved, and continued to walk forward step by step, and when the infantry corps entered the thirty-meter range, they suddenly felt extreme despair and frustration, and lost all fighting spirit, like a dead man with only a heartbeat.

Avi and Felistie could see it very clearly, as if there was an invisible and unsmellable poisonous gas coming from these seventeen "hoplites", as long as they approached them, they would lose most of their combat effectiveness due to inhaling the poisonous gas, and kneel on the ground to be slaughtered! Except for a few soldiers who still had the courage to raise their swords, everyone else was killed in extreme depression like the first Viscount Polly to be killed.

The Amsol Legion, which had thought to have a huge advantage in numbers, began to become confused and panicked, and they had no idea what caused the infantry in front of them to lose their fighting spirit and fall to their knees waiting for death. All they knew was that they could not let the seventeen men get close to them, even if the seventeen "hoplites" were far apart, but when viewed from the side, they looked like a web without seams, turning the approaching infantry into lambs to the slaughter. Ammeh's infantry regiment began to break up, and they scrambled to flee to the rear barracks, and Taifu, who had already fled back to the rear of the army, did not stop at all, because he knew that he was now facing a force that could not be understood and opposed, and there was only one way to escape!

The seventeen men who were being manipulated by Owen from a distance did not go any faster, as did the 20,000 soldiers led by Fenrir and Gadia. It was the easiest battle Fenrir and Gadia had ever fought in, and they could kill an enemy with a swipe on the neck of a glazed-eyed, trembling enemy, all too easy to win.

"Bradley has won this battle," Felistie said, pointing to the Amsoil Legion as it began to crumble and scatter, "the 100,000 infantry phalanx may have died less than 30,000, but the remaining 70,000 will be killed in trampling and pursuit, and many soldiers will choose to surrender." ”

"If it were me, and I was suddenly asked to face this mysterious power, I might have chosen to surrender..."Although Jieke still had a smile on his face, it was a bleak smile.

The one-sided frontal battlefield did not affect the fierce fighting on the flank, and the cavalry brigade that intended to attack from the west was melee with the mercenary group and the Duchy army led by Roberto. Although the Marquis of Roberto, with a long knife in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, was extremely brave, the mixed army of mercenaries and principalities was still at a disadvantage, and Bradley immediately sent all the troops left behind in the barracks to the west to support after seeing the advantage of the frontal battlefield.

Many of the infantry of the Amsol phalanx rushed to the Black and White River to the east, and even swam across the river, and fled into the "coexisting forest" or to the edge of the walls of Mallot, begging to open the gates. However, Wilche, who was in charge of the defense, refused to open the gates, and the orders he received did not include the soldiers in Mallot, regardless of which side of the soldier they were. However, no one saw Prince Bradley's army approaching the walls, so the guys who fled under the walls were lucky, at least they were still alive.

"Your Highness Bradley, I think it's time to recover the squadron of our mercenary regiment," Owen still closed his eyes, he was already sweating profusely, and beads of sweat were on the tip of his hair, "Amsoil's army has been defeated, and the victory in this battle is ours. ”

"Well, please recycle, hard work for you and your squadron of despair. Bradley gently patted Owen on the shoulder, and Owen slowly opened his eyes. And the dozen or so "hoplites" did not go any further, they moved closer to the center until they were in a circle.

As soon as Gadia and Fenrir saw the dozen or so men approaching the middle, they knew that the time had come, and they immediately commanded 20,000 troops to charge at the Amsoil infantry regiment, which was still fleeing. The sudden shouts of killing and the beating of drums caused the infantrymen who had not fled far to abandon their armor and flee to the north desperately, not caring for anything!

Amsol himself had been evacuated to the barracks first under the cover of some of his subordinates, and he didn't fully understand what was happening on the frontal battlefield, but he had already guessed that the situation under his control had changed. It wasn't until he saw his 100,000-strong army fleeing backwards that Amso, who was still commanding his subordinates, realized that he was facing a major defeat.

"Your Highness Amsoe! Your Highness Amsoe, please retreat immediately!" a general grabbed Amso, who had just grabbed the horn, "Lord Poli and Lord Desion have been killed in battle! Half of our army of 100,000 people have also died! There are magicians in Bradley's camp!

Another disgraced general also grabbed Amso, "Your Highness Amso, let's retreat first! Now our morale is weakened and morale is very low! Even if His Highness personally blows the horn of attack, there is no way to get them to return to the battlefield... And we don't know why our army is kneeling in front of the enemy!

"Get out of here!" Amsol didn't get out of here, but he pushed away the two armor-clad generals and blew the horn of attack vigorously in an attempt to reawaken the soldiers who had begun to flee in all directions. At this time, Taifu, one of Amme's four generals, had fled back to the rear barracks with an embarrassed face, and he saw Amsoil standing on the wooden tower and blowing the horn of attack at first sight. However, Taifu did not ask Amsoil for any instructions, but made the decision to flee at the first time, and ran to change to a new warhorse.

Taifu didn't even call any of his own soldiers, knowing full well that Decion and Poli, who were better than him, had already been killed, and Guillermo must have surrendered to Bradley. Those seventeen "hoplites" are Bradley's secret weapon, maybe some magical power is really at work, and if he doesn't run away now, he will be caught with Amsul!

But when Taifu rode his horse past the deserters on foot, some troops loomed on the flat ground to the north, and it was only when Taifu saw clearly that he realized that he had no way to escape.

In the light of the moon and fire, Taifu saw flags painted with "walls" held alof, and the owner of that banner was his mortal enemy, Faulkner, the leader of the Knights of the Iron Wall.

"This is Amme's subordinate Taifu, arrest me," an unfamiliar voice and face appeared in front of him, "Kill as many other soldiers as you can, and if they flee in groups, follow them and report their whereabouts to Prince Bradley." ”

Avi, who had been standing on the city wall for three hours, did not feel the slightest sleepiness, not even the feeling of soreness in his feet, and his mood was as happy as some of the city defense soldiers who supported Prince Bradley. Because Bradley was able to defeat Ansom's army outside Mallotte by outnumbering the outnumbered outnumber. The cavalry brigade of more than 10,000 was also defeated, and although the mercenaries and the Duchy of Dlamain suffered heavy losses, the complete victory on the frontal battlefield made the losses of the other legions insignificant.

"Amsoil came from the north with a large army, but he was defeated before Mallot, and if Queen Rosemundre really had anything to do with Amsoil, then Mallot would soon change as well. Felisty whispered in Avi's ear.

"So what do we do?"

"Just protect yourself," Felisty looked at the soldiers who had begun to clean up the battlefield, and there were only corpses left in the center of the battlefield of the entire legion just now, "Bradley has such terrifying strength, no one can be his opponent." ”

"That power... It seems to be able to make the close enemy lose the courage to fight and become very frustrated and powerless..."

"It's despair and grief," Felistie saw clearly, the soldiers kneeling not because their legs had weakened, but because they had been hurt in their hearts, "the power of despair... It is more terrible than a strong shield and a sword, because not everyone has a heart of stone. ”

"That's... Isn't that... Invincible?"

Felisti began to lead Avi down the wall, and the representatives of the House Overseer were still watching from above, "Perhaps only the most determined people can stand before them, in front of despair." Felisti thought for a moment, if these seventeen men were riding war horses into the enemy line, the effect might be even more terrifying.

In the middle of the battlefield, Prince Bradley himself walked to the pile of corpses, where countless Ansol's infantry had died, most of them with only one mortal wound.

"Report to His Royal Highness the Prince, that Amsoil escaped from our encirclement with less than 10,000 men and fled to the north. The rest of the fleeing enemies were in pursuit, and the task of pursuing them was entrusted to the New Knights of the Iron Wall. ”

"Bring all the prisoners back to the barracks for trial, and also treat the wounded enemy. ”

"Yes!"

Fenrir had returned to Bradley's side, and with him was a slightly tired Owen. Behind Owen were sixteen mercenaries in full body armor, and no one could see their faces hidden behind their helmets.

"One is dead, probably killed by the Count de Theon. Owen pointed to a corpse lying on the ground, which had only one fatal wound, the helmet on the head had been pierced by a sharp weapon, and the face hidden behind the helmet was also bloody and fleshy.

"Your Royal Highness, it seems that the Count of Desion is not dead. Led by Fenrir, Bradley and the others walked to the place where the Earl of Desion had charged, where Dethion's horse had died in the midst of the swords, and next to the horse's corpse, a man covered in blood was kneeling on one knee, surrounded by a circle of soldiers with spears.

"The bravest general in the Amber Formation, he was able to kill my men..."Owen had the sixteen "hoplites" carry the dead one after him, and anyone who came near them could smell a stench from them.

Detheon's spear was in tatters, his crimson plate armor was chipped, and even his delicate antler helmet had a broken horn. However, after glancing up at Bradley, he used all his strength to pounce on Prince Bradley.

Guillermo, who had previously surrendered to Bradley, suddenly stepped forward, blocked De Theon, and hugged the other party.

"We've already lost, don't do anything that doesn't make sense. ”