"Hmph! It seems that the Blue Wolf Legion of the Varu Empire is not too stupid, and they did not come up directly to charge the battle. In that case, let's let the Spartans attack first!" Asnod watched the Blue Wolf Legion on the opposite side stop advancing and take a defensive position, arranging the camp in an orderly manner, sneered and turned to Joan of Arc next to him.

"Well, it's okay, anyway, we have the advantage of troops, and we have the advantage of geography and physical strength, so it is better to take advantage of the opportunity of the exhaustion of the enemy army from a long distance to kill them in one go!" Joan of Arc is also an excellent commander, and she naturally sees the situation on the battlefield clearly, so she nodded in agreement with Asnod's proposal.

But before the two of them could give orders, the Blue Wolf Legion on the opposite side suddenly moved. Watching the Hoffman Pope of the Harvest Goddess Hall directly issue the order to prepare for the attack, Captain Randall's mouth was slightly bitter.

This Hofmann Pope really didn't understand any military common sense, and the soldiers traveled all the way to get here, spending a lot of physical strength, but the enemy on the opposite side was waiting for them comfortably, and their physical strength and fighting spirit were naturally abundant. The decision to attack the enemy's strengths with one's own weaknesses is simply stupid.

It really made Captain Randall object, but he didn't have the guts. After all, this is the time of the Divine War, and once the six relatives of the Hofmann Pope do not recognize it, maybe they will really kill themselves on charges of blasphemy and delaying the military plane, and no one will be justified in his death.

Two conflicting orders in succession, especially one from the Legion Commander and the other from the Temple Pope, left many mid-level officers at a loss for a moment as to how to execute them, which also caused a bit of confusion among the soldiers of the Wolf Legion.

Asnod and Joan of Arc, who were extremely sensitive to the war, shouted in unison when they saw this trace of confusion among the enemy army: "Good opportunity!"

"Attack, Spartan warriors!" stood at the front of the line, raised his spear, roared loudly, and rushed towards the Wolves.

With Asnod's order, the Spartan hoplites also let out a cry in unison: "Sparta!"

The Spartan army, led by Asnod, quickly swept towards the Wolf Legion. Seeing that the enemy troops on the opposite side suddenly rushed over like crazy, many soldiers of the Blue Wolf Legion were even a little confused, what is the situation now? Should we meet or defend?

"Defend!" the heavy shield hand stepped forward, and the archers shot the foot!"

"Attack! Kill these infidels!"

The two completely different orders came from the mouths of Legion Commander Randall and Pope Hoffmann almost at the same time, and Legion Randall glanced at Pope Hoffman with grief and indignation, and wanted to strangle this old man who didn't know anything and meddled indiscriminately.

Several heralds stared blankly at Captain Randall and Pope Hoffmann, not knowing whose orders to follow. But at this critical juncture, how could they be allowed to hesitate like this? In just a few words, the burly Spartan hoplites had already run half the distance, and they were about to enter the range of the bows and arrows of the Blue Wolf Legion.

"Defend!" and "Attack!" were two more opposing commands coming out of the mouths of the Legion Commander and the Pope, and the heralds were already stupid.

Pope Hoffman glared at Captain Randall angrily, and spat out disdainfully: "Coward, how can a person like you be worthy of commanding the elite Blue Wolf Legion! I don't know how His Majesty Gavin XIII took a fancy to you and let someone like you be the commander of the legion!"

"You ......" Captain Randall felt a rush of anger rushing to his head, and he didn't blame him for being stupid, and he was called a coward by being beaten and beaten first, which was simply an unbearable insult.

"Now that the enemy is full of physical strength, and our soldiers are struggling, it is not a good time to fight, it is better to rely on the temporary camp first, and cooperate with the bow and arrow defense to repel the enemy's attack, which is the best arrangement!"

"What if those heretics are prepared? Don't forget, with the presence of the priests of the temple, it will naturally bless the soldiers with endurance, and if you can lead the soldiers to fight bravely, the victory will definitely belong to the great goddess of harvest! Also, from now on, this place will be under my command, and Captain Randall will go and participate in the battle!"

Pope Hoffman glanced dismissively at Captain Randall, still squeezing in a mean sentence. After saying that, Pope Hoffman ignored the gloomy and darkened Legion Commander Randall, and directly ordered the herald to issue an attack order.

Seeing that Commander Randall did not insist any longer, several heralds had no choice but to obey Pope Hoffmann's orders and issued an order to attack the front.

"Oh my God, is Your Excellency the Legion Commander crazy......? It's not a joke that we're all armed with heavy soldiers on the other side, and we're going to hedge against them?" asked the herald suspiciously, the forward general who received the order.

"This ...... This is Pope Hoffmann's order, and Captain Randall seems to have been relieved of his command by Pope Hoffmann. The herald replied with a look on his face.

The forward general of the Blue Wolf Legion was stunned when he heard this, this kind of thing is a taboo in the army, what does that Hoffmann Pope want to do? But now that the situation is urgent, this general cannot be allowed to think too much, when he even ordered his command: "All cavalry mount, launch a counter-charge, be sure to break up the enemy formation! Use heavy infantry as arrows to gouge through the enemy! Light infantry then cover up, and the archers retreat!"

Just as the various divisions of the Blue Wolf Legion were preparing for battle, Pope Hoffman was not idle, and under his orders, the priests of the Goddess of Harvest cast magic techniques to increase endurance and physical strength on the soldiers.

Although the priesthood of the Goddess of Harvest is mainly land and crops, as a priest, there are still some auxiliary divine arts, most of which are amplification or recovery divine skills, which can also play some role in large-scale wars.

Streams of turquoise and earthy yellow divine light continued to flash on the front-line soldiers' bodies, and a wave of energetic satisfaction made the soldiers feel the power of divine magic, adding some confidence that they were about to face the enemy's attack. If it weren't for that, they would really not be able to hold up in front of the Spartan hoplites who were attacking like a sea of mountains on the opposite side.

There were a full thousand cavalry in the forward of the entire Blue Wolf Legion, and now they were all concentrated in front of the formation, instigating their hips to trot in, ready to charge the attacking enemy. Behind them, rows of heavily armored soldiers waited for them to open their way and cause chaos among the enemy before attacking.