At this time, Baron Donte's army had been assembled under the command of the group of nobles, and a nobleman with a resolute face wore cyan armor and came to the front of the military formation.

There was no pre-battle mobilization, no plan, and the long sword in his hand was pointed: "The whole army is leaving!"

He intended to crush Roland's army with sheer numerical superiority.

The cavalry was spread out on both flanks of the army, and the militiamen in leather armor and armed improvised weapons marched tremblingly at the front, followed by well-armed infantry.

At the back were the archers armed with bows and arrows and daggers at their waists, but their usefulness was very limited, as Jason's army was armed with longbows that were much longer than they could fire.

And in this kind of plain warfare, when the enemy still has a war machine, they, the archers, are lambs to the slaughter under the butcher's knife of the enemy's cavalry.

But the situation on Roland's side was also very bad, because their cavalry was really pitiful.

Jason had only given him eight hundred archers, and in a previous battle, more than three hundred had fallen into an enemy ambush due to a mistake in his command.

In the end, there were less than a hundred people who rushed out, which made him blame himself for a long time, as for the other light cavalry teams, they were almost lost, and the only remaining cavalry were mostly scout cavalry with limited strength, and it was a miracle that they were able to support it until now.

At this time, Roland commanded his army to line up behind the rows of obstacles, because their troops were insufficient, so they arranged a lot of obstacles and some traps between the two barracks.

Of course, these things can't stop the enemy's footsteps, but they can disrupt their formation and demoralize them.

"One thousand two hundred steps!"

An extraordinarily strong man stood on a watchtower and stared closely at the enemy's army.

"A thousand steps! Catapult ready!!"

"Eight hundred steps! Catapult start!!"

By this time the enemy army had already begun to charge, and the militia army at the front was driven by the soldiers behind them, trembling and running.

Their role is to deplete the enemy's defensive weapons and shock the enemy's defensive ranks, and if they can break through the enemy's formation, then their role is already exceeded.

Human life is as cheap as a dog, and this is the war in this world.

"The ballistas come forward and start attacking, don't let them rush to the front!"

Ronnat looked at the militiamen, who were poorly equipped, numbered less than a thousand, and even had loose camps, and gave a deep order, although it was a waste to use ballistas and other weapons on them.

But this is also a helpless move, because they must not allow these militias to rush to the front.

"Archer prepare!"

"Put!"

Finally, after a few showers of arrows, the militia at the forefront had basically fallen to the ground, and Roland's catapults and ballistas and other weapons had been almost consumed.

At this time, the real elite soldiers of the other party began to act, and they all stayed out of the range of the catapult before, I have to say that although this group of nobles did not do it properly, the commander's order did give Roland a little headache.

The armies moved slowly, the shieldmen at the front holding their shields aloof, blocking most of the arrows that rained down, and although some of the unfortunate ones were nailed to the ground by the missed arrows, they were still quickly in front of Roland's army.

First and foremost were Leonidas and his Spartan warriors.

"Tear them apart!"

Leonidas' eyes were bloodthirsty, and with a roar of rage, he rushed forward with his long sword in hand, and a burst of blood-red light shrouded their bodies, like a sharp knife that pierced into their army without mercy.

Then, the armies of both sides collided violently, and the war was in full swing.

"What about Astolford's army, why hasn't it arrived yet?"

After a while, Ronnat slashed down an enemy soldier in front of him with a sword, and said with some annoyance.

Because their army was already surrounded by the enemy, except for those archers, who were wandering outside the battle circle and dragging the enemy's cavalry, everyone else was in their encirclement.

This time, the enemy is planning to completely annihilate this army here with 800 losses himself, which is simply a tactic of fighting for his life.

Outside the battlefield, several nobles were on a hillside overlooking the battlefield under the protection of hundreds of ice, but their expressions were not pretty.

Because although it seems that their army has an absolute advantage, in fact, the two sides have been in a stalemate.

Sensing that the enemy was planning to encircle them, Roland immediately ordered the army to surround and line up like a barrel, and the spears that had been abandoned before were activated by him.

Standing at the forefront is a soldier armed with a large shield and spear, like an oversized hedgehog, making the enemy feel overwhelmed.

"I suddenly understood why Dont was reluctant to attack so hard. ”

At this time, a nobleman said with a hint of regret in his tone, because he saw Roland and Leonidas, who were killing among the soldiers.

The two of them were like two fierce beasts, and everywhere they went, a clearing was immediately cleared, and even those extraordinary powerhouses could not stop the two swords in front of them.

"Do you regret it?"

One of the nobles standing at the front turned his head and looked at him coldly.

"How...... How could it be ......" The nobleman who spoke before waved his hand and hurriedly denied it.

"Hmph, if you regret it, you can go and accompany Dong ......"

"Woo~号~~"

"Woo !!"

He snorted coldly, and said with contempt in his tone, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a long, majestic voice and the cry of an eagle piercing through the golden cracked stones.

A sense of fear from the heart couldn't help but emerge from the bottom of my heart, as if it came from the fear hidden in the blood, like an existence that they had forgotten suddenly opened its eyes from the depths of history and looked at them coldly.

It makes them want to turn around and run away all the time.

And this majestic voice not only made these nobles feel fearful, but even the soldiers on the battlefield felt a sense of weakness, but now they were facing a battle between life and death, and their feelings were not as strong as those nobles.

"Hahaha! Dragon's Roar Horn, if this kid doesn't come back, I'll clean him up!"

Boom! Boom!

There seemed to be a muffled thunder in the north, and under the horrified gaze of the nobles, Astolford and his eagle companions came into their sight first.

It was followed by a cavalry regiment that climbed over the other side of the hill.

"Ride...... Cavalry ......"

"How so?"

They were pale, and in this era the cavalry legions of thousands of people represented destruction on the battlefield.