Standing on the hillside and looking down, on the flat land about a kilometer or two wide from this side to the south of the mountain, thousands of soldiers are fighting each other.

The swords in their hands flashed with cold light in the flames, and every time they rose and fell, they brought up a rain of blood, and the blood collected on the ground like rain, and the stumps and severed arms were constantly thrown into the air.

The soldiers in front fell, and the soldiers in the back filled in again. There were more and more corpses on the ground, and weapons, dead horses, and flags were scattered everywhere.

However, many more soldiers are being thrown into the battlefield.

They rushed out of their respective formations, shouting and screaming as they galloped across the undulating land. They jumped over the corpses, trampled the blood on the ground, and rushed into each other's array like two piles of knocked beans, swinging their swords as they staggered with each other.

A St. Soran soldier armed with a shield stabbed his sword into the chest of a Fiji soldier. As the blood spurted onto his body with the sword he drew out, a rain of arrows suddenly fell from the sky, shooting him and his two companions into hedgehogs.

As the soldiers collapsed in blood with their eyes wide open, not far away, a Philip Axe warrior was splitting the shield of a Soran warrior with an axe, splitting him in half with his shield.

However, before the sinister smile on the warrior's face could bloom, his head was slashed into the sky with a long sword by a knight of Solan riding his horse.

The same scene happened in every corner of the battlefield.

The infantry was slashing at each other, and the cavalry was charging at the gallop. All of them became irrational beasts at this moment, knowing nothing but attacking each other with red eyes.

The screams, the clashing of swords, and the neighing of fallen horses were mixed together, and the whole world was just a hellish scene.

Standing on the hillside, both Roy and the rest of the team were completely shocked by the sight in front of them. Everyone held their breath and their minds went blank.

This is war!

In the face of this horrific spectacle, any imagination is pale.

Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you understand how bloody and cruel this beast is, how low your life, dignity, wealth, and what a qiē you hold dear to it, and what a catastrophe it has brought to this land and this era.

"Hurry!

With the roar of a mid-line leader in front, the mercenaries lined up and were led to the phalanx of the main formation.

The concubine formation of the Zeran army was on the hillside. On the left and right flanks were cavalry, and in the center were infantry.

The team of archers in front was launching an arrow attack on the enemy further away. Countless sharp arrows were thrown into the sky in a continuous sound of bowstrings, crossing the area where the battle was being fought and falling behind enemy lines.

Groups of soldiers, moving forward according to the herald's banner. When it was their turn to strike, they drew their swords, shields in hand, and flew through the gaps in the array of archers in front of them to the roar of the leading officer or knight, and swarmed towards the battlefield.

The cavalry on both flanks barely moved.

It was clear that the battle had not yet reached the point where cavalry needed to be committed.

However, whenever there was a crisis in the front-line ranks, the cavalry would send a squad or a squadron to help stabilize the position and charge for a while.

Judging by the situation of the battle, it is clear that the situation is somewhat unfavorable for Saint-Solan. The tide of the Ferrays continued to surge forward, while the Saint-Soran army retreated step by step. Roy knew that this was not a deliberate show of weakness. Rather, the troops thrown into the battlefield cannot be sustained in the face of the enemy's powerful attack force.

Among the three major empires of mankind, the Saint Solan Empire has the weakest military strength. Whether it is the number of troops, combat effectiveness, training, equipment or top knights, they are far inferior to the Pompeii Empire and the Philip Empire.

Just like now, there is an extremely stark contrast between the two armies.

The soldiers of the Fiji Empire were all dressed in neat leather armor, holding shields and weapons of the same standard, and their clothes were covered with cloth clothes printed with the red and white coats of arms of the Filie Empire. Even the cavalry's horse armor and horse ornaments are exactly the same. Thousands of people looked like one person.

The troops marching forward with neat steps and murderous spirit, and the cooperation between individuals and the change of formation were skillful and tacit. The troops that had not taken out the battle stood quietly on the opposite hillside, as motionless as a straight pine forest.

The Lulian Legion, on the other hand, was the opposite.

The soldiers fighting in the front basically have no formation, and the cooperation between each other is still the usual rush of mercenaries. The main formation in the back is also in disarray. The hundreds of regular troops around the central banner were fine, and the rest of the troops were scattered on the hillside like patches on their clothes. Among the soldiers were regular soldiers in standard armor, peasants with only a few pieces of iron tied to their cloth clothes, nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes, mercenaries in all kinds of leather armor, iron armor or chain mail, and even a few guys wearing old-fashioned heavy armor.

"Quick, quick, check your weapons and get ready for battle!"

As soon as they entered the queue, the roars of the officers rang out all around. The herald rode his horse back and forth in the procession like the wind, constantly waving the flag in his hand.

"Look, they're all rabble. The little watermelon panted and looked around.

"Let's fight the main force, who came up with this bad idea?" The prawn sorted out his weapon and put the quiver in the most convenient place.

"Where did the guys in the front camp go, I didn't see any of them. The knife's eyes narrowed slightly, and he drew his long sword.

"What are you afraid of, we only have the strikers of the Feilie people in front of us, and we are afraid that we can't beat fifteen thousand against five thousand. Greyhound held a saber in his hand, licked his tongue, turned his head to look at the wings of the main formation disapprerovingly, and said, "You see, the Bavarian Knights are here. ”

Everyone looked at each other and talked about it.

Many of the soldiers looked excited when they saw the Bavarian Knights, whose wings were solemn and solemn. Although everyone still doesn't understand the situation very well. However, to be able to fight side by side with the famous Bavarian Knights is an honor that I would never dare to imagine.

"It's the Fano Knight. A mercenary pointed to the flag and shouted.

The rabble soldiers turned their heads to look.

In the center near the top of the slope, more than twenty knights and several nobles gathered around a middle-aged man in silver armor.

This is the third rank under the command of Grand Duke Loulian

General Fano Knight. He was the commander of the Muuni City Guard, a general under the command of Grand Duke Qiululian.

"Roar!" With Fano's appearance, the morale of the main formation suddenly soared.

Roy didn't roar with everyone. He observed the battlefield and was suspicious.

On the face of it, it was a surprise attack by the Firetes.

The location of the warring parties at this moment, the earthen stoves, pots and bowls, tents and clothing that can be seen everywhere on the battlefield all show this information to the rabble who have just arrived on the battlefield.

But if you look closely at Roy, you can find that there are also traces of battle in the place where the main formation of the Feilie Empire on the opposite side is located.

The dead horses, the corpses of the soldiers, the flags and the weapons along the way, though inconspicuous in the darkness of night and the blood and fire of the central war group. But there is really zài.

That is, the battle, and not from here.

Thinking back to some of the previous signs of abnormal troop movements, a thought that was not yet clear flashed through Roy's mind.

However, before he could figure it out, Fano, who was under Shuai's banner, had already pulled out his long sword and swung it forward.

"Long live the Saint Soran Empire!"

With Fano's roar, twelve trombonists blew the majestic horn under the banner of Shuai.

The entire main array is boiling!

"Up!"

"Attack!"

The roars of the officers resounded one after another in the sky.

As the archers' troops quickly spread out on both flanks, thousands of Soran soldiers rushed down the hillside and rushed towards Philettidi.

No one can sail against the tide in this rolling torrent. Roy could only follow the large army down the hillside, run across the plains, step over corpses, and run forward desperately.

"Follow me!" Seeing that the enemy was getting closer and closer, the old bear shouted to Roy and Little Watermelon.

The knives next to them, prawns, red wine, and greyhounds also consciously formed a semicircle, surrounding the two youngest guys in the team.

"Little watermelon, don't rush around. The knife admonished the little watermelon, turned his head and glanced at Roy contemptuously, and casually gave him a nickname, "And you, little rookie." ”

"Okay!!", the little watermelon is serious.

"Oh. "Roy is honest and confused.

At the same time as the Saint-Solan army launched a general attack, the Filiet army also quickly issued the order for a general attack. From above, the soldiers on both sides rushed down the hill like an avalanche, running, getting closer and closer, and finally met in the middle of the battlefield.

"Kill!"

In the midst of this resounding shout of killing, the old bear in front of Roy suddenly aroused his fighting spirit, and slashed down a Fei martyr soldier with a sword in a fast run. At the same time, the longbow string in the prawn's hand suddenly sounded, and an arrow was accurately inserted into the throat of a Fijian martyr.

When the Fei martyr fell down clutching his throat, knives, red wine, and greyhound and others had already rushed up to meet the enemy.

"Poof!" The long sword in the knife hand was as fast as lightning, and after fighting with the oncoming Fei martyrs, he stabbed the opponent's lower abdomen with a backhand sword. ,

And the two of them, Red Wine and Greyhound, who took the fierce route, fought side by side, slashed and killed, and also cut down their respective opponents in an instant.

More rangers swept past the squad and swooped into the formation of the Ferrets.

The whole warband was in chaos.

I don't know how long the battle took in the dark, and as the two sides wedged each other into each other's formations, the battle became more and more intense. When I looked up, I couldn't see anything around me except for the fighting warbands.

In order not to get lost in this chaotic battlefield, everyone can only maintain the formation of the squad tightly. As for the squadron and the hundred-man team, they have been completely dispersed and not formed. Only occasionally can I see a few soldiers from the same brigade appearing directly around, and in the blink of an eye, they are blocked by the crowd.

Because the mercenaries are much higher than the ordinary Fiji martyrs in terms of personal combat effectiveness. In addition, the battlefield was close to the side of Solan's main formation, so at the beginning of the battle between the two sides, the rabble army slashed and killed, and pushed the Feilie army back hundreds of meters in one go. There is a great momentum, such as a broken bamboo, destroying the withered and decaying posture.

And Roy's squad also gradually penetrated into the Philip formation with the forward pressure of the formation.

"Haha!" Greyhound rose up, strode forward, and swung the long sword of a Fei martyr soldier with a slash of the horse slasher in his hand, and two strides under his feet had reached the back of the soldier, and wiped his neck with a knife, "Fei Lie is not very powerful, the third one!"

"Be careful!" As soon as the gray dog's words fell, the old bear knife and others next to him broke out in exclamation at the same time.

The greyhound that stood out from the formation suddenly looked back, and a Feili knight with a battle ring under his feet had already pounced in front of him like a fierce tiger, and his long sword slashed straight down.

Seeing that the greyhound was about to die on the spot, suddenly, two figures jumped out of the formation. The black shadow on the left blocked the sword in the hand of the knight of Ferray with an axe. The black shadow on the right sparked a battle ring, and the slashing sword pierced the throat of the knight with a sword ray.

"Rookie!"

"Little watermelon!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at the two boys who were originally surrounded by them in the center, and no one expected that it was these two guys who saved the gray dog.

No one even thought that "Little Watermelon is actually a knight whose strength is not weaker than that of the old bear."

Before everyone could come to their senses, Roy jumped up and slashed with a single move, heading straight to the head of a martyr soldier next to him.

As soon as the Nafi Martyrs raised their shields in shock, the little watermelon's sinister sword cut through the lower edge of the shield and cut open his lower abdomen.

In the next second, Little Watermelon's sword shook out a sword flower with blue light, forcing back the two Fei martyrs who tried to rush over, and Roy, who was staggered past him, took the opportunity to smash the armor-piercing cone of the axe into the vest of the soldier on the left.

The two boys cooperate tacitly to make insidious moves.

In the blink of an eye, kill three people in a row!

Originally, everyone sent me to the recommendation list, but today it should be two chapters. But my brain is blocked, and I can't write fluently. Come on tomorrow. Now, Ming, continue to ask for recommendation votes. I know your power is strong!