After a volley, the warriors of the Bloody Hand Mercenary Regiment put away their shields and continued to advance steadily. Whenever a rain of arrows came from the opposite side, they raised their shields to defend them, and continued to move forward, continuing to place their shields in front of them and volleying crossbow arrows from behind the shield wall.

Heavy armor troops, both offensive and defensive!

However, the Kislev coalition is not vegetarian either. Under the command of Duke Randolph, archers and musketeers fired a volley, and the bullets pierced the armor and shields of the heavily armored troops within a hundred meters, finally inflicting damage on the platoons of mercenary soldiers.

However, just as the two armies were about to meet each other, from behind the hoplites of the Bloody Mercenary Army, a large group of monsters with extremely strong bodies and a head taller than ordinary humans suddenly rushed out.

"Ogre!"

The Kislev soldiers in the position exclaimed.

Yes, ogres indeed. These colossal creatures from the mountains east of the edge of the world once invaded the Old World, and after being defeated by the Human Empire, they roamed the Old World as mercenaries or monsters. The group of ogres who appeared here clearly belonged to the former, and they were part of the Bloody Hand Mercenary Regiment. As soon as he appeared, he rushed to the front with a fire gun of astonishing size. Soon overtook the hoplites.

"Spearman!"

Seeing this, Rhodes hurriedly gave orders to the Norscar warriors behind him. This is a battlefield tactic that they have trained countless times before, and against those weak enemies, they can deal with them in formation, however, when dealing with strong opponents, forming a formation can only seek death.

The Norsca hunters in the back row quickly took aim at these large mercenaries who suddenly rushed into the battlefield, spear in hand.

For a time, in the middle of the positions of the two armies, hunting spears and bullets flew indiscriminately, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the Kislev Shooting Corps withdrew into the rear row, and the Kessa infantry in the front row pounced in the direction of the enemy's rush.

It's like two torrents, with deafening roars, killing each other. On the banks of the Leynsk River, the roar of war shook the sky, and steel and flesh collided head-on. With flying flesh and blood, this killing feast was played!

The Ogre Gunner fired at point-blank range, smashing countless pieces of iron and gravel into the crowd, sending a mist of blood into the sky.

The Kislev Heavy Axemen put up a desperate resistance, and the tomahawks slashed at the ogre's body from all sides.

The Ksa infantry and the Imperial hoplites fought each other.

The entire frontline position, everywhere swords, swords, swords, blood splashed, the entire front, full of shouts and screams one after another, dense crowds crowded on a very narrow front to fight, the ground was scattered with countless stumps and broken arms, the fallen soldiers did not have time to get up and were trampled under the feet of the surrounding soldiers, buried alive in the corpse pile.

In the air, the arrows from both sides were still flying indiscriminately, falling to the positions in the back row. 137

Rhodes felt the cacophony of shouts of murder fill his ears, and some of the soldiers fell to the ground after being stabbed, moaning in pain, and bleeding, but no one had time to save them. Everyone was immersed in a sense of exuberant killing. Blood, blood everywhere, severed arms and thighs kicked right under the feet. Rhodes dodged a slash from a Bloody mercenary, then slashed the man's thigh with his tomahawk, slashing him in the neck as he fell to the ground screaming.

Blood splashed on his face, and he didn't have time to wipe it, another mercenary soldier pounced with a long sword, Rhodes turned around and was an axe, the blade of the axe cut his throat, and a large amount of blood spurted out of the broken throat like a fountain, and the Norskas behind him were also bloodthirsty fighting, they had been longing, they had been longing for such a bloodthirsty battle, a large army, a large-scale duel, this is the battle between men, this is the taste of steel and blood.

Celta grabbed the head of a Bloody Mercenary warrior and tore his throat with his sword as the other man struggled, splattering blood all over his face. Licking the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, Captain Norska slashed the helmet of the enemy in front of him with another sword. Crimson blood poured out of the shattered helmet.

The Dwarven Butcher slashed down a bloodied hoplite, stretched out his large, stone-like hand to tear the internal organs out of the torn wound, ending the life of his opponent once and for all. Of course, these ordinary mercenaries are no match for him.

Yeskovich stood behind Rhodes and went into battle as a protector, brandishing his wooden staff and knocking down one enemy infantry after another. And cast a powerful buff magic, and the surrounding Norsca warriors seemed to grow a layer of hard beast skin, and ordinary swords could not penetrate them for a while.

The bloody battle continued, the corpses piled up more and more, and the line of the Kislev coalition army continued to retreat, and the whole front gradually formed a concave shape, and the central army withstood twice the enemy's onslaught. The quality of these mercenary soldiers far surpassed that of the regular army, and they came from the Empire, Bretonnia, and even the Tyrells and Estalia in the south. Live for money, kill for money, and their opponents are half farmers from the countryside and conscripts who have been conscripted for it.

However, even so, the Snow Queen's cavalry never saw an attack, and the sound of the horn of the charge seemed to hide in the ice and snow, dead and silent.

"What the hell is she doing? Not yet, we're all going to collapse!"

Finally, Edmund, Lord of Ice Castle, couldn't take it anymore and roared loudly and cursed. Thirty percent of the Iceland's warriors had been killed, and he could not afford such a loss, these valiant Great Wall fighters were originally used to defend the northern defenses, and once the Beastmen and Norscans broke through the defenses, the Icelanders would fall. The Ice Queen doesn't send troops to support the North, and now, the North is involved in a civil war, and Caterina still hasn't made a move?

However, despite the curses, the Snow Queen's horn still did not sound. The enemy invested more and more troops, and Rhodes could clearly feel the pressure increase sharply, and the soldiers in the back row of the enemy increased, and finally, the battle wizard regiment on the hill began to cast spells.

The temperature on the battlefield dropped significantly, more than 20 frost witches collectively cast spells, and under the continuous spells, the temperature over the battlefield plummeted, and the clouds became dense, and gradually, a cold current surged to the riverbank of the bloody battle.

With the rush of this cold current, the clouds overhead began to circle in one direction, like a pair of invisible hands stirring the dense dense clouds, forming a huge whirlpool. The north wind howled, and with a loud rumbling sound, a large number of hailstorms fell from the sky above the heads of the Bloody Hand Mercenary Regiment! Countless hailstones the size of stones fell from the center of the whirlpool and smashed into the crowd on the ground at high speed.

In the entire mercenary position, it was as if a large hole had been smashed open by an ice fist falling from the sky, and under the hailstorm, none of the mercenaries within a radius of 100 meters survived, and their bodies were either smashed into flesh by the dense hailstones, or pierced through their bodies by splashes of ice slag, and blood flowed like a river.

Outside the radius of this huge hailstorm, the frost and snow spread out in the form of a shock wave, knocking down at least a hundred mercenary soldiers.

"Hooray!"

The soldiers of the regular army in the capital could be heard shouting wildly, however, this still did not play much role in the overall battle situation, and the casualties of a few hundred people were simply insignificant for a legion of tens of thousands. What's more, there are also battle mages on the mercenary side, and these battle mages have also begun to join the battle under the orders of their leader, and in order to break through the central line of defense, the enemy army has played hole cards one by one......