The expected surprise attack was known to the other party for some reason, and seeing that the opposite side was already in full swing, Ronio could only bite the bullet.

Ronio rode his horse past the various battalions, waving his whip and scolding his listless subordinates. At his shouting, almost all the men of the 2nd Tarak Frontier Regiment formed a formation that could deal with the enemy in a very short time.

Eight battalions formed an attacking formation of five in the front and three in the rear, while the Guards Battalion was placed in a position to the left of the rear. Each battalion was lined up in three neat rows, and the nervous soldiers clutched their weapons tightly and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

The light that fell on their faces did not bring them courage and strength, on the contrary, under the shroud of this dazzling light, they were a little more confused, and no one knew whether they would die in the next battle.

The reason why Probez was able to take down the last time was entirely because the defenders were dealt with by a sneak attack by the Guards Battalion, and they just rushed in with a swarm of various loots. When it was time to really charge, many people were a little scared.

Subordinate stage fright is never in Ronio's consideration, anyway, the coward who dies in the end, the bold and careful person will always win. As a manager, what he has to do is how to crush the enemy in front of him. From the observation just now, Ronio knew that the soldiers in the center of the enemy's formation were obviously more morale than those around him, and he guessed that the enemy would definitely rush at the first time.

If the enemy really attacked as Ronio did, then the old commander envisaged that he would use his own echelons in front to withstand the enemy's onslaught, and then let the Guards battalion attack the enemy's vulnerable flanks in a roundabout way. As long as the ragged militia is crushed, the encounter under the city is won.

When the sun turned from bright red back to normal, the Bavarians four hundred meters away went into action. At Diodos' urging, everyone left where they stood and walked slowly toward their enemies. After seeing this, Ronio was ready to attack.

"All of them!, forward!" shouted Ronio, who was riding a tall horse, drawing his sword in front of the formation.

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers in the front row propped up the spears in their hands. The tip of the spear was pointed at the enemy directly on the opposite side. The swordsmen who were waiting for the assault in the array also drew their long swords. Behind the array was a battalion of archers, who also began to take out the feathered arrows on their backs for the first round of shooting.

The more damage they can inflict on the other side, the less pressure the soldiers in the front row will have to fight.

Just after walking fifty meters, the fighters of the Guards Battalion, led by Orlov, actually began to turn to the left. Their goal was obvious, to make a detour to the left and attack the enemy.

This very obvious tactical intent was detected by the enemy at the outset, and Diodos immediately ordered some of the advancing troops to divide up some of them to intercept the Guards battalion that was about to make a detour, while everyone else, inspired by the Praetorian Guard, hastened their advance.

With less than sixty meters left between the two sides, the archers began to move in a large group of followers. At the back of the array, they raised their bows high. Wait for the moment when the boss gives the order.

The moment soon came, and Ronio, who found that the other party had the same intentions, hurriedly shouted: "Archers ready, release!"

Almost at the same time, the archers on both sides shot the feathered arrows on the strings, and in an instant the seemingly sparse feathered arrows decided the fate of some people the moment they were shot.

Showers of feathered arrows struck some of the shields held high, and many of them were swept away by quick-eyed soldiers wielding their weapons. However, there were some unlucky ones who were shot by arrows, some of them were shot in the arms and rolled to the side in pain, and some were directly penetrated and nailed to the ground.

These losses are nothing to either side. Everyone did not dare to relax and waited for the arrival of the second round of shooting. As long as this round of shooting is completed, the two sides will be in close hands.

The second shot was more rapid than the first, and all the arrows were fired almost at the same time. When all the arrows have landed or hit the target. Soldiers on both sides developed a charge at the command of the commander-in-chief. Just a few tens of meters is nothing to them at all, only three rows of troops are arranged in a thick formation, relying on the impact of the moment when they first come into contact.

Eight hundred Janissaries, led by Diodos, rushed out first. Heavily armed, they knocked out dozens of Bohemians in the first moment of contact, and they were almost unscathed. These well-trained Janissaries were the backbone of Bavaria, and their combat effectiveness was not at all comparable to that of those who had just assembled the militia.

The casualty of the moment of contact also startled Ronio. He didn't expect that the other party would spend so much money for Plitwick. Seeing those shiny armors, Ronio suddenly regretted his impulsiveness.

These Bavarians with hideous faces are clearly a group of veterans. Judging from their skills, it can be judged that their subordinates are no match for them at all, and perhaps only the Guards Battalion can withstand these people.

Seeing that the battle line was about to be breached, Ronio immediately asked a follow-up battalion to make up for the middle of the array, which had suffered heavy losses. Ronio urged behind the array as he looked up at the Guards Battalion not far away. Impatient, he waited for the Guards Battalion, which had dispersed the militia, to come back from behind in time to save the precarious situation.

Naxi rushed to the forefront with his great blue sword, and with each swing he swung, an enemy fell. The splash of blood did make him feel a little frightened at the beginning, and even had an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart. But as more and more enemies fell in front of his eyes, he didn't feel anything.

He knew very well that in this chaotic situation, the more enemies he could kill, the more safety he could provide to his comrades. Unlike those that take place after the fall of a city, there is never a right or wrong way to live and die on the battlefield.

Standing in front of Orlov's battalion of guards were insignificant miscellaneous soldiers, and Diodos did not expect the hundreds of men he had drawn from the formation to deal a major blow to his opponents. All they had to do was hold back the Guards battalion and allow themselves to quickly defeat the main Bohemian forces.

Orlov was also aware of the other party's calculations, and he had already seen the precarious situation of the main formation in the overlook. But he couldn't shake off the soldiers who were blocking in front for a while, and in a hurry, he stopped Naxi, who was still struggling to kill.

"Naxi, hurry up and think of a way to support the Legion Commander's side. They won't last more than a few minutes, and they could collapse at any moment. "Orlov knows that Naxi is a magician, and this distance should be able to hit the enemy with magic.

"Okay, wait until I call a few people!" Naxi put away the azure sword, and the star had changed back to its original form. He immediately tore down the few magicians who trained together on weekdays from the chaotic crowd: "Hurry up and take out the magic wand, we need to support the people of the main formation, otherwise we will lose." ”

When several magicians heard this, they hurriedly ran to the back row of the array, and they threw away the weapons in their hands and took out the certificates that belonged to the magicians.

At this critical juncture, there was little time for Naxi to prepare for the formation magic, but he was fully prepared before he set off. Naxi opened the magic codex tied to his waist very punctually, and he planned to pull out the magic formation written in the book directly. When the magic array engraved on it disappeared, a round and simple magic array appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

It was a magic formation that was shared by five people, and after being simplified by Bazok, the difficulty of the magic skills required was greatly reduced. Even with a group of beginner magicians, Naxi can guarantee that he will be able to unleash his magic smoothly.

"We're all set, we're going to perform a formation magic attack on the enemy!"

Ronio, who was not far away, was already anxious, and he really underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Praetorian Guard. In less than half an hour, they had already lost more than 300 people under the onslaught of the enemy. Despite a few words of encouragement and empty promises, he was able to maintain the situation on the field. But as time went on and casualties mounted, Ronio knew he was running out of his way.

"Don't retreat! Hold on! You must hold on until the Guards Battalion comes over. Only by killing all the beasts in front of you can you enter Plivisen!, and the girls in the city are waiting for you!" Ronio shouted at the top of his voice, swinging his sword and slashing to death a soldier who had already dropped his weapon and fled.

Ronio, who is bouncing back and forth, looks very conspicuous, which can't help but make Diodos think about it. While shouting at his subordinates to continue the onslaught, the regimental commander Diodos snatched a bow from the archer and shot it at Ronio.

The cold arrow struck the aged captain, and Ronio fell. The Bohemian soldiers who were standing around immediately hugged Ronio, who had fallen from his horse, and the people around him gathered to defend their backbone.

As a result, the already precarious defense line collapsed all at once, and many people threw down their weapons and turned around and ran. Seeing all this, Diodos couldn't help but be overjoyed, and just as he announced that he had completely defeated the enemy, his own array also stirred.

The rain of fire that fell from the sky suddenly dispersed the militia on the left, and while the fire scattered on the ground was still burning, the second wave of heavenly fire spread to the center where Diodos was.

"It's magic! it's magic!" Diodoston panicked, he didn't expect his opponent to let the magician join the war, and in his anxiety he gave the wisest order:

"Don't pursue! The whole army withdrew to the city. (To be continued......)