What's going on?

Is the Earl crazy?

What's the difference between that and sending them to death?

The Earl should... And the backhand, right?

The orc team that spread out in front of the Imperial army in the shape of an arc-shaped umbrella was like a monstrous beast with a huge mouth open at this moment, and even ordinary soldiers could see that even if they advanced even one step at this time, this huge mouth would swallow the hoplites in one mouth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although everyone knew that the Count must have a reason for making such an arrangement, even if the army was then pressed up, a distance of a thousand meters, by the time the army arrived, how much would this hoplite remain?

So

When the herald delivered Count Reis's order to the hoplite regiment, all the soldiers looked at the hoplite commander with their eyes brushed and focused on the hoplite commander, wondering what he would do.

Do you want to ask the Count about his intentions, or do you scold his mother, or even openly disobey military orders?

Brigadier General Bunad, the commander-in-chief of the hoplites, is already sixty years old this year, but because of his special cultivation spirit, he looks like he is only in his early forties.

After listening to the order read by the herald, he was silent for a moment.

Just as the surrounding legion commanders were in a cold sweat, Bunnard just opened his mouth and asked the knight of Count Reis's personal guard, "We're going to win, right?"

The knight nodded: "If the general does not retreat, he will win!"

"Good!" Bunnard shouted with a dry voice, and the gloom on his face vanished: "Please tell the Earl, even if I fight to the last man, I will not retreat... No, even if I die, I won't take half a step back!"

With that, Bunnard turned and walked away, waving his army and moving forward.

Everything was as Kane expected!

As soon as the last hoplites joined the battle circle, the orcs blew their horns and pressed the army up, except for blocking the pikemen of the Imperial heavy cavalry, and the monstrous monster that opened wide finally began to close its huge mouth.

The hoplites who were fighting watched the orcs overwhelmingly pressing in front of them, while their allies thousands of kilometers away remained motionless and panicked.

"Don't be afraid, bastards" Bunad's angry voice came over at this time: "Lao Tzu is still here, Lao Tzu's officers are also here, hold Lao Tzu up! Fight with the momentum of our hoplites! Let these bastards see what is called an iron wall! Array Lao Tzu!"

"Array!"

"Array!"

The hoplites did not choose to retreat before the mouth closed, but quickly changed their formation, switching into a circular defensive formation to resist the orc attack on all sides.

The fighting began to develop towards a tragic trend.

In the face of the team pressed by all the orcs, in the first encounter, more than 500 hoplites fell in the circle of hoplites.

But immediately after that, the teammates in the rear immediately stood up and filled the void in the formation.

"Puff puff" After a series of metal slicing flesh and shattering shields, hundreds of hoplites fell to the ground.

The army in the rear, however, remained motionless.

Seeing their companions fighting bloodily in front, every soldier's eyes were full of doubts and puzzles, they gasped for breath, and kept looking behind them, but the Count of Lacey on the cliff behind him always sat firmly on Mount Tai, as if he had turned a deaf ear to the battle ahead.

The battle ahead continues.

In the face of the continuous onslaught of the orcs, the hoplites' defenses began to be a little weak, and as the soldiers repeatedly attrition, the circular defensive shield had repeatedly shrunk inward.

What remained unchanged was Bunad's thunderous voice, and he personally led more than twenty guards to guard a corner, waving the long sword in his hand again and again, and at the same time quickly gave an order: "Ors, lead people to guard the left flank, Calit, guard the right for Lao Tzu, otherwise I will cut you, the south is guarded by that bastard, Eder..."

"Report to the General, Colonel Eder is dead!"

"Dead, then let Vitas top it for me!"

"Report to the General, Colonel Vitas also..."

"Fuck, then you're going to tell me who's still alive?"

"General Hui, you, and us!"

The fight continues.

In less than 10 minutes, the hoplites had rapidly lost 40 percent of their strength, and all the officers at and above the colonel level, except for Brigadier General Bunnard, had been killed.

A team cannot do without soldiers, but it also cannot do without a commander, if the commander's instructions are not heard on the battlefield, the battle formation will inevitably be unable to maintain, and without the advantage brought by the battle array, the team will only fall into a rout.

Is the hoplites going to begin to rout?

No!

Colonel-level officers died in battle, and they also had captain-level commanders, and after the lieutenant rank fell, the non-commissioned officer immediately took over the command and issued orders in an orderly manner.

Every time a member of the team falls, there will inevitably be a companion to fill his vacancy, this team uses blood and body to form an iron wall, resisting the attack of the orcs over and over again, showing all the Imperial soldiers what it means to be hoplites, what is called iron will!

All the soldiers in the rear army were silent, and many of them had red eyes, and if they could, they would rather close their eyes and not see this cruel scene.

The most cruel part of the war is not the frontal fighting, bloodshed, and sacrifice between them and the enemy, but the fact that they can watch their compatriots being slaughtered, but they are helpless, and they can only watch quietly from the sidelines, even though they have enough strength and high morale.

How long will this fight last?

Why can't we go to them?

Why!!!

There is no answer.

"Who else !!" A thunderous voice suddenly exploded throughout the battlefield!

It came from directly north of the hoplite defensive formation.

At this moment, a hill has been built with hundreds of stumps and severed arms, and Bunnard stands high on top of the mountain of corpses.

He was covered in blood, and one of his arms was broken, and all the guards around him had already fallen, and the only remaining scarred arm was holding a broken sword, looking extremely miserable.

However, at this time, he released a powerful power all over his body, as if it was not a human being standing on the corpse mountain, but a god and demon who had returned from hell!

In front of him were hundreds of orcs, but at this time, none of the orcs dared to step forward and dare to cut off the head of this human to obtain merit.

He glared: "Who else!"

No one dared to respond!

"Who else!"

The orcs who surrounded them retreated, then dispersed, and a group of crossbowmen rushed over.

This is the orc crossbowman who originally stood with the pikemen, and at this time the orcs have pressed all the orcs except the pikemen, with the hoplite regiment as the center, densely packed with orcs.

Pulling the bow and stringing, hundreds of arrows reflected a breathtaking cold light in the sunlight, and they all aimed at the small figure on the corpse mountain.

Bunnard remained motionless, not even prepared to evade or defend himself - he had no strength.

"Hahaha!" he scoffed dismissively, "A bunch of rubbish!"

The undisguised ridicule was not loud, let alone worth mentioning in this noisy battlefield, but at this moment, it seemed to have a special spiritual power, transmitted to the ears of every soldier.

Meanwhile!

"Woo!" the long-lost horn of the Imperial Army finally sounded at this time, but it was the sound of the trumpet that the soldiers had no idea of the meaning of.

And then, in the rear of the orc ranks, the pikemen who had been moving with the hoplites had moved to the left of the orcs who had been moving more than a thousand meters away from the orc army.

Suddenly the top of the empty clearing twisted for no apparent reason, and a circular translucent barrier quietly appeared—this was a large hidden magic!

Through this translucent barrier, about five hundred soldiers dressed in light swordsman suits formed a triangular charge formation in the clearing below, and more than thirty mages hovered directly above this team, their blades pointing directly at the speared orcs who were close at hand.

And when they saw the long sword emblem on the chest of these soldiers, which was entwined with lightning and lightning, every Imperial soldier instantly boiled - it was the Storm Legion, one of the five great legions of the Empire!

At the front of the legion was a large bald head flying in mid-air, with a blue tattoo on its naked upper body, a huge scroll on its back, and a magic book in its hand.

With his appearance, the entire heaven and earth seemed to suddenly become violent and restless, and in the thick dark clouds that had originally made up for the sky, purple thunder gushed out, and the crackling sound was endless.

"Thunderbolt!"

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the barrier, which was still close to translucency, completely collapsed at this moment, and an unrivaled force swept up around this swordsman army!

The big bald head crushed the thunder and lightning in his hand, and then, an arrogant voice sounded on the battlefield:

"Wreak havoc, Storm!"