"Don't be afraid, much less your enemies—they're just a bunch of scum, a bunch of barbarians with brute strength, and they can't be the opponents of the Turineans!" roared Chief Adjutant Glynn Turn, "Charge me all up, crush them, crush them, and execute all Turinese, knights and soldiers, who dare to retreat—God bless Turin, long live Markerus——!"

Directly in front of the battlefield of Eagle Fall Mountain, three fully loaded Turin hoplite regiments formed a huge phalanx, shouting neat slogans like a steel wall, and advancing forward with neat steps - neither stopping to turn to the defense, nor rushing forward in one go, but using the most calm way to continuously compress the enemy's living space.

Tens of thousands of war tribes rushed out of the canyon of the Iron Cliff Mountain, and before they could actually see the Turin Legion on the other side, the first thing that greeted them was the overwhelming arrows, as well as the stone cannons that burned with raging flames all over the sky, dragging the pitch-black gunpowder smoke down from the sky like meteors, and smashing one gorgeous blood-colored fireworks after another in the wave-like army of the Blue Wolf Clan with a loud roar!

Crazy arrows continued to fall like wheat harvests—the light infantry who followed closely behind the entire infantry phalanx pulled their crossbows like crazy, their scarlet eyes widened, and they roared and shouted, and hurled arrows with wolf's fangs in the direction of the sky.

It was a ferocious weapon for the lightly armoured and barely armour-wearing warriors of the Hantu Barbarians - to pull out the arrow, they had to be torn apart along with the flesh and skin around them, and anyone who tried to do so would end up with blood. Then struggle to die in wailing and pain!

Tens of thousands of fighters crowded into this narrow battlefield. There wasn't even a gap to take a step - the moment I saw the Turin legion cross the embankment of the old river. The blue wolf warriors didn't even throw their javelins in their hands before they roared and charged.

And Green Turn, on the other hand, did not show the slightest fear, and without even the slightest hesitation, he gave the order to attack—the rapid and loud sound of the horn roared like a falcon rising in the sky, and took the last step with unstoppable momentum!

In order to prevent the flank of the legion from being breached by the enemy at the first time, Grimm specially placed the strongest and most elite Guards legion on the flank, while the Knights of the Sacred Tree commanded by His Highness Anson was behind the right wing hall - the entire military formation was like a diagonal line in the shape of a staircase. Slowly advancing at the same speed and frequency, the Guards Regiment was the first to engage the enemy, while the little prince on the right flank was the last to engage the enemy, and assumed the role of the central axis.

According to Greene Thern's plan, the three legions of the entire Hantu City Legion should be like a clockwise rotating "clock", with the Guards Legion taking the lead in defeating the enemy in front of them, and then the entire legion "turning" to the right, crushing the flanks of the Blue Wolf Clan one by one, and then slaying them all down.

In order to achieve this, it takes more than just a perfect fit. It was a severe test for the soldiers at the forefront of the army - they had to be able to withstand the enemy's first and most violent first attack. For this reason, the chief lieutenant general ordered almost half of the knights under his command to dismount and fight on foot, and assigned them to every flag regiment and every hundred-man team. If the centurion of the front line dies, they will take the place of the commander, ensuring that the front must not collapse.

But there is no such thing as a matter of course, and no one can do it - even if Greene Turn, who had considered as much as possible how fierce the enemy's attack would be, and knew that in this final battle, the opponent would definitely give it his all. But when he really faced it, he still felt an unparalleled sense of oppression!

The charge of the Blue Wolf Clan was like a monstrous wave - the sacrifice of life and death was different from all the previous battles, wave after wave seemed to be endless offensive slapping and knocking on the shield wall of the Turin legion, stirring up countless red waves, those barbarian warriors who sacrificed their lives and death, and even used their bodies as meat shields to stab the spears of the Turin soldiers in the front row, and then roared to split the shield reinforced with iron bars in the middle!

No one in Turin had ever seen such a desperate battle—the shield wall, which was supposed to be resolute and immovable, had loosened in less than half a day of fighting, and was constantly broken through by the blue wolf warriors riding blood wolves, swarming into one phalanx after another and strangling.

The blood wolf cavalry of the Blue Wolf Clan are quite shrewd - they know very well that even monsters like Blood Wolf are still very vulnerable in the face of dense spear phalanxes, and in order to make up for this shortcoming, they scatter and mix in with the tribal warriors who are fighting on foot, and then suddenly attack when they find an opportunity, tear open the breach, let the warriors behind take the opportunity to rush in, and then knock the originally dense hundred-man phalanx into pieces one after another, like bricks!

This is simply the most brutal and direct tactic - even in the eyes of Green Turn, it is not enough to call it a tactic, but to use life, the life of a warrior in exchange for victory, with twice or even three times the strength of the soldiers of Turin!

But the most cruel part is that the enemy's strength is six times that of the entire Hantu City Legion - and even the most elite Guards Legion will definitely not be able to hold it back, and it is more likely that it will collapse before more than half of them are killed!

We must not continue like this...... Greene Turner knows better than anyone else, but the more he is in a situation like this, the harder it is for him to make a decision. If the battle strategy developed at the beginning is disrupted, it will either turn to a defensive position and drag the enemy to death with retreat tactics, or it will have to order a full-scale attack and pin the hope of victory on the Radiant Cross.

Either way, it's definitely not what Green Turn's choice.

Watching the soldiers in front of one front after another die tragically, dying with the enemy, Green Turn's heart was dripping blood - what to do, what to do?!

"There were cavalry, there were cavalry rushing over!"

"What?!" the herald's call brought the chief lieutenant back to his senses, and almost immediately saw a cavalry corps outflanked from the right flank, detouring from the front of the entire line like a swift wind, and then tearing the vanguard of the Blue Wolf Clan's attack directly from the flank to shreds.

The cavalry was still rushing and charging, and the shouts were like horns resounding in the sky, and the Turin soldiers who were standing on the front line of the army were still chanting excitedly, watching the heroic posture of the group of knights to expel the remnants of the enemy.

But there was no smile on Green's face, and he already understood when he saw the fluttering black tree flag on a white background - it was His Highness Anson Marcherus!

"Guards Legion, attack, attack ——!" Green with an anxious face couldn't even estimate anything - he didn't even dare to imagine what would happen if Anson died, he only knew what he had to do now: "Protect His Royal Highness the Duke of Hantu City, the whole army advances ——!"

"Long live His Highness Anson Marcherus——!!!!"

The Guards Legionnaires, who had just retreated, were so excited that they couldn't care about anything at once - they were frantically pushing forward, launching a counter-charge against the enemy, with an indomitable momentum, with a bloody drenching of blood, constantly moving the front forward, and then forward!

If at this time, if reinforcements appear on the enemy's flank, I'm afraid that the entire Hantu City Legion will be destroyed, right? Green, who gritted his teeth, couldn't help but think like this, and raised his hand, the knight's sword in his hand was still trembling.

"Edward Witwood—you have to keep me alive!" (To be continued.) )