The generals of the aristocratic army were amazed when they saw the sprinting formation of the group army, charging in a three-three system, with soldiers 4 meters apart from each other. While reducing the group damage of artillery, it will not reduce the firepower of the attack.

If the aristocratic army can use this kind of front, it can greatly reduce the losses. It's a pity that now is not the time to study, because he is on the battlefield full of artillery.

Soon, a strong uneasiness surged in the hearts of the noble army generals, replacing the previous admiration.

"Muskets, muskets, grenades, grenades!"

The aristocratic army came forward with a panicked look and a weapon, and looked at the rushing Ji group army with some horror. Because they found that after the artillery bombardment, there were not many corpses on the ground. In other words, the artillery did not clear much of the enemy for them.

The reputation of the recent army group has spread, and the prestige of one enemy and ten is played in their ears on a loop every day.

Many of the soldiers' fingers were white, their teeth chattering, and they struggled to keep the muzzle of their guns steady.

"Shoot!"

This is not an order of the noble army, but an army group. As a charge, they were the first to attack.

Bang bang~

Since shooting while moving, there was little accuracy, and many of the guns were emptied.

"Shoot!"

The bullets of the noble army were late, and many of the soldiers of the army group fell in response. The charge continues, and staying to mourn for his comrades at this time will only allow more people to be buried.

It was only then that the smell of blood permeated.

"Shoot!"

Bang bang~

The aristocratic army dared to be equipped with flintlock pistols, so it took a lot of people to shoot in turn. Don't look at the large number of people, if you talk about firepower, it may not be much higher than the group army.

What's worse is that the old-fashioned black powder is used, and smokeless powder is considered a high-grade chemical product. It is considered a technology eliminated by the group army, but it is still a black technology to the nobles.

Therefore, the aristocratic army here is full of white smoke and coughing. Some people are red-eyed, but you can imagine the smoke is huge. The accuracy of subsequent shooting can be imagined.

The battle advantage is slow, and it is fast again. For example, now the aristocratic army has found that the group army, which is still the size of a thumb, has rushed to the front and occupied most of the field of vision. You can even see a murderous solemnity.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of guns falling to the ground rang out one after another.

"Ah~, run away, the group army rushed in, the group army rushed in!"

The rout, once it began, could not be stopped.

"Lord Count, let's withdraw too!."

The general looked back and saw nothing but the scattered deserters. My face was cloudy, and I didn't know how to feel.

Unplugged the accessory and inserted it into the ground, which Boris had given him two days ago. What to say spent a lot of money!

Complicating a glance at the sword, the general exhaled heavily, as if the chaotic scene around him had nothing to do with him.

"Surrender! Surrender! ”

The generals shouted at the top of their voices, how loud they shouted 'shoot' just now, and how loud they shouted 'surrender' now. As if he was retaliating, and as if he was mocking his actions just now.

"Surrender! Surrender! ”

The soldiers of the group army had long noticed this gorgeously dressed and very conspicuous general. Start over in that direction from the beginning.

Seeing the soldiers coming with guns pointed at them, the general bent over and nodded frequently. It's like a neighbor's pug, with a flattering smile on his face.

"I know the rules, I'll give them all, I'll give them all!"

The noblemen had high hopes, and the legion that was in their hearts was torn to pieces by the army group in less than an hour.

All this is as Boris expected, I don't know whether it is happy or happy. But there is still a point of omission.

"Stop!"

Boris wondered why the guards had stopped, if not quickly. The army group is about to surround it.

"Why don't you go!"

Boris said with some dissatisfaction.

"Earl, offended!"

Immediately after that, Boris's eyes went black and pounced.

Front.

Stanley and Celestial were so anxious that they still hadn't understood. How did the army group cross many kilometers before and appear in its rear.

Could it be that those nobles have nothing to do? But this kind of information can't be faked.

The fighting in the rear also had a direct impact on the strategic deployment of the front, which shifted from being extremely aggressive and offensive to being conservative. This was the most intuitive feeling of the army group to the noble army in recent times, and Beson was slow to give the order to attack.

The hard-earned iron spear has also become an ornament.

When Beson unveiled the overall strategy, it dawned on everyone. No wonder Kroger and four brigades disappeared recently. I even took a boat to the enemy's hometown.

And this stroke of genius was also admired by many generals.

No military strategist should focus on his own one-third of an acre of land.

Bessen was waiting for this opportunity to ferment.

The aristocratic army had only two options, either to retreat and shrink the defensive line, or to be forced to advance and fight to the death. Neither is a very good choice.

For Stanley, there was another thing to worry about.

Word spread that the Magus had been killed. Many Magisters are reluctant to rush to the front lines. And Stanley didn't dare to persecute these eccentric people.

With an army of nearly two million on his hands, Stanley felt that there were no soldiers available!

Unspeakable grievances.

In addition to the white flame and the red sun, the Blue Ice Legion desperately rushed back. With nearly 300,000 troops, Stanley's Fang Fang is a bit empty. If another group army emerges, it will face the result of a global collapse.

By this time, Stanley hadn't slept for two days, and his eyes were bloodshot and dry. But now he had no sleep, and kept scanning the defense map, trying in vain to find something.

Anxiety is still spreading.

"This?"

Stanley pointed to a line of defense on the map, then shook his head helplessly. Sighing regretfully.