The roaring sound of war drums makes people have a headache;

The heart-rending cry ripped off every heartstring;

The bright and dazzling sun, as if it was the judge of the whole world, sat on the dome, and its sharp light was the same, sprinkled equally on all people, shining on the living, and also on the corpses that had long since died, and the blood that flowed.

The army of the Blue Wolf Clan, which covered the entire battlefield, almost became the master of the entire battlefield - the roaring charge like a storm and waves, the countless war drums, and the black clouds rolling and advancing on the muddy ground, far exceeding the strength of the entire Hantu City legion by six or seven times...... And even more!

This is almost crushing troops, these tower-like trolls, these blood wolves that can bite off the head of a war horse in one bite...... This is not a force that any war tribe can mobilize, this is the accumulation of hundreds of years in the entire Hantu Highlands!

In front of these barbarian warriors, the entire army of Hantu City was only tens of thousands of troops, and two-fifths of them were cut off because they had to guard against the left flank, which was simply just lakes and streams in front of the rivers and seas - even the most feared war tribal leaders of the Turin people were able to proudly lead their brave warriors to fight with the Turineites when they saw this scene!

One horde after another of the war tribes rushed into battle, one troll after another roared and charged the earth at the fiercest part of the battle in the Old River, and packs of bloodwolf cavalry roared and brandished their weapons, strangled with the cavalry responsible for covering the flanks, in a rain of arrows and a flood of flames. Enjoy the fun of fighting.

The whole land is their gambling board. The stakes are their victory - and ultimately the ultimate prize. It is the dominance of the entire Hantu Heights!

Only this can gather such a huge number of troops, so that everyone who can take up arms in the entire Han Land can forget life and death, forget pain, and become the dregs of this flesh and blood grinding plate.

When they saw the hundreds of Turin cavalrymen charging with their rifles raised, the war leaders on the left flank all had mocking sneers on their faces, fanatically brandishing their respective tribal totems and dressed poorly. But the burly and fierce barbarian warriors launched a chaotic charge.

And then...... And they collapsed!

The roaring iron flow, stepping on the thunderous iron hooves, slammed into the praying mantis in front of it - everywhere he went, he could only hear screams, terrible screams, and the unwilling roar before death!

Trampled, pierced by spears, ribbed crushed, decapitated with sharp blades, pierced in the throat...... The unstoppable cavalry, waving banners that made them extremely proud, pierced the left flank of the entire Blue Wolf Clan army from the center, and the collapsed barbarian warriors could only flee for the wind, not even having the courage to stand still and resist.

"Long live the Knights of the Sacred Tree-for the sake of His Highness Anson Marcherus-!!!"

Salald, the standard-bearer of the Knights of the Sacred Tree with a black tree flag on a white background, roared, even faster than the little prince, and the burly war horse and the long sword in his hand were like an unstoppable war hammer. Defeat all enemies in your path one by one. Rushing forward with a rainbow of momentum, crushing all the enemies.

With the charge of the Knights of the Holy Tree and the royal knights, the left flank of the entire Blue Wolf Clan completely collapsed. Tens of thousands of barbarian warriors scattered desperately, but there was no room to flee in the crowded battlefield, slaughtering the knights who were charging in the middle of the line like cattle waiting to be killed—and the sun had not even set to the west for even a quarter of an hour.

The Guards Legion that followed also gave up their original calm formation, and one by one they all attacked the left flank that had been scattered in a hundred units, and in the fragmented line, the Turin Legion soldiers with shields and spears melted away the Blue Wolf Clan's front like ice and snow like flames!

Everyone knows that the key to victory in this war lies in this moment, and whether they can crush the enemy's flank line as soon as possible and do everything possible, and then turn around and encircle the Blue Wolf Clan from the flank!

This is really a crazy tactic - the enemy's strength is six or even ten times that of the Hantu City Legion, but at this moment, under this narrow but wide Eagle Fall Mountain, the originally impossible tactic becomes possible, giving the Hantu City Legion the opportunity to surround, divide, and even destroy many times the enemy than itself!

And at this moment, Green Tern, who had always been in control of the flank guards, rushed to the center front with his banner and guards as fast as possible - the morale of the guards would never collapse with the presence of His Highness Anson Marcherus, so he had to take into account that the entire front could not be suddenly overwhelmed by the enemy, so that the original plan would become a big joke.

At the same time, the fiercest battle of the old river in the entire canyon is still raging - the selfless soldiers of Turin and the warriors of the Blue Wolf Clan are still in dense formation, constantly squeezing the enemy's living space forward, consuming the opponent's physical strength and energy, and constantly advancing the battle line.

The wind was roaring.

Blood and carnage, never left this narrow battlefield of the old river, every quarter of an hour, the number of dead and wounded and the corpses on the ground continued to increase, dark red blood water flowed under everyone's feet, even up to the ankles!

Behind the line, Green Turn, who personally held the flaming goshawk flag in his hand, stared at the battlefield in front of him - at this point in the battle, he could no longer do anything, he could only silently observe the battle of these thousands, tens of thousands, and then quietly wait for the result, just like a gambler who has bought and left, and has no chance to intervene in which grid the ball on the roulette wheel will fall into.

But the longer the time dragged on, the more obvious the advantage of the Turin hoplite soldiers of the Chinese army - the phalanx tactics were never a one-man fight and a single fight, but a tightly knit precision instrument, which required the cooperation of every gear and every screw to operate perfectly.

Although the armor of the Turin soldiers was heavy, they had long since adapted to such weight, and it did not take a lot of physical strength to carry the broadsword with a shield, and it was far more durable than their enemies.

Each of them is shielding the right half of the body of the man on the left, and then stabbing his broadsword at the enemy that his brother on the right is blocking with his shield - an ancient tactic that has been passed down for hundreds of years, almost a thousand years, and is contained in the bones and blood of every Turine, who, when they are assembled, will turn hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people into a powerful whole, to defeat enemies who are far more numerous and stronger than them.

Although on this battlefield full of blood, Green Turn's still can't see the slightest scene of the tide of war being reversed, but that hope is like a spark that has been ignited, although it is faint and inconspicuous, but when it appears, there is a possibility that it can turn into a raging fire!

Will win, will really win, will definitely win!

With his eyes wide open, his only remaining arm holding the battle flag aloft, the Chief Adjutant's expression was finally no longer as cold as before, like a humble believer, begging for such a distant miracle from the Radiant Cross to win this victory that concerns the future of the entire kingdom!

"Lord Greene Tern!" the herald galloped on his horse brought Grimm back to his senses from the fanaticism of a believer: "Lord Lieutenant General!"

"The right flank, the line on the right flank has been broken through - the captain of the Rosa Legion has been killed, the entire line of the legion has been torn in half by the blood wolf cavalry, and the brothers are still gritting their teeth and holding on, but they can't hold it for too long!"

The cruel reality shattered the original faint hope in an instant, and the forced composure of Green Turn, who looked at the herald who was already covered in bruises, hesitated for a moment before handing the battle flag to the standard-bearer behind him, and drew his sword.

"Turine, attack with me!" (To be continued.) )