"Banner Legion, Forward—!!! in the Name of Lord Edward Witwood"

The centurions opened their throats and shouted slogans, the broadswords in their hands kept waving, and the legionnaires who followed closely behind them held their shields and spears, and followed behind the battle flags in a small centurion phalanx, as if they were moving quickly one by one small "bricks".

The cold wind whistled, and under the blue sky like water, dozens of "bricks" of the same size were entrenched in this wasteland just outside the settlement, following the command of the flags and changing positions in an orderly manner, without a trace of panic, in the rhythmic sound of footsteps, trumpets and drums, they stood in their respective positions according to the order.

In just a quarter of an hour, the battle banner regiment, which was still marching like a long dragon, was ready for battle—the archers holding the war bows were all in the first line, taking out the arrows behind their backs and placing them on the bows amid the centurion's shouting, and the five hoplite regiments lined up in a tight siege formation on the second line in their own order, with the soldiers in the front row holding up the shield wall, and those in the back holding their shields above their heads, holding their spears in their backs and preparing to throw them.

At the back of the entire army, the sappers laboriously unloaded the ballistas from the wagons, and then began to assemble them on the spot, and set them at the back of the whole army - the greatest disadvantage of these terrible weapons was that they were inconvenient to carry, but they were powerful enough to keep every commander shut!

The Knights of the Sacred Tree, Edward's most effective sub-regiment to date, and the knights who had arrived from Fort The Hague to support him, were all by his side—three battle flags surrounded Edward's side, standing at the forefront of the entire army. The knights lined up in loose lines. Holding aloft a spear with a swallow-tailed flag on its face. Be prepared to charge anytime, anywhere.

This is his first battle, looking at the small settlement not far away, Edward's right hand has been pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his black pupils are unusually calm at the moment - unlike when he was in Hornfort, there is no excitement at all, and he doesn't seem to feel much nervousness.

But in the eyes of others, His Excellency the Chief Flag Officer was quiet and terrifying, more like a long sword in a sheath. Waiting for the moment when you pull it out.

"All of you know who the enemy on the other side is—the one who has broken us again and again, the one who has slaughtered our brethren, who has nearly broken the fortress of the Green Valley. Edward's voice was still so calm that there wasn't even a hint of a wave: "You must know why we're standing here. ”

"Now I can tell you that from the moment you stand here, we have only one choice, and that is to win! Win them, and we will have a chance to return alive—and if we are defeated here, we people will have no other way but to be slaughtered by the enemy in the wilderness like prey. ”

"Now ......," he said. Edward, who was clutching the hilt of his sword, slowly drew his sword from its sheath and suddenly shouted, "Anyone wants to be with me." Kill them all?!"

"For Marcherus, for Witwood——!!!!"

"Long live Lord Edward, long live the Banner Legion——!!!!"

"God bless Turin ——!!!!"

One after another shouts resounded in the sky, and the neatly lined battle banner army stepped on the wilderness under their feet, advancing extremely quickly in the direction of the settlement. The light infantry, which was scattered in a scattered formation, took the lead in rushing to the forefront of the line, inserting seven or eight arrows in the wasteland in front of them with their hands and feet, raising their war bows and waiting for orders from the rear; the heavy infantry marching according to the siege array formed a formation of three columns in the front, middle and rear, and advanced forward in turn under the three battle flags.

The Banner Legion had already been detected in the opposite settlement—the panic behind the wooden walls of the fence could be heard in the distance, and two huge beacons of fire rose from the ground, apparently calling for help from the surrounding tribes.

The barbarian warriors in animal skins and chain mail were already waiting behind the wooden wall, and Edward could even see the dense figures on the watchtower, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sneer, and waved his hand to the "squire" Ludwig behind him: "The enemy is already waiting for us, let's treat them well." ”

"Yes!" Ludwig immediately blew the horn, and the ten heavy ballistae at the rear of the army immediately stopped advancing - in order to be able to place these powerful "war machines", Edward organized all the hundreds of auxiliary infantry that came with the convoy into a consolidated flag regiment, and the auxiliaries in simple military uniforms struggled to fix the ballistas in the cold mud, and removed the stone cannons from the carriage and mounted them on the ballistas.

"Launch, launch!" the arrogant centurion slammed the wooden stick in his hand, pointed at the opposite wooden wall and shouted at the auxiliaries who were still shivering in the cold wind: "Smash those damned barbarians, let them know that it is powerful!"

The whistling sound of tearing through the air trembled in the air, and the cold war machines erupted into a ferocious "roar" that poured down on the wooden walls and watchtowers of the settlement—the seemingly sturdy fence immediately crumbled, the broken sawdust and dust were scattered in all directions, and the barbarian warriors who had just been waiting on the city walls immediately erupted into a panic, and occasionally the guys who were beaten alive by the stone cannons could no longer maintain their original composure.

A whole ten ballistae bombarded the wooden wall continuously, and there was no intention of stopping at all - the simple wooden wall not only could not support such a terrible attack, but also did not even block the height of the projectile, and the stone cannons continued to cross the wooden wall directly, and fell in the middle of the crowd gathered behind, setting off a miserable panic, no matter how the tribal leader gave the order, it could not stop those guys who fled in all directions, and could not bear such a situation of standing still and waiting for death.

In just a quarter of an hour, the entire wooden wall was completely destroyed, and even the two watchtowers were hit by the continuous stone cannons, and they collapsed into a pile of ruins with a roar.

The barbarian warriors, who could not stand it anymore, rushed out of the gap in the wooden wall with their shields and weapons brandished, and followed behind the leader and roared towards the Legion's line, but they were greeted by a rain of arrows that had been prepared for a long time!

The archers who lined up in front of the formation immediately raised their war bows in their hands, and poured out all the arrows inserted in the ground one after another, and the "rain of arrows" that formed a continuous stream fell on the heads of the barbarian warriors, even if they were sparse, there were still more and more enemies falling on the road, and the mournful warriors continued to charge on the corpses of the fallen brothers, leaving dead bodies in the wilderness, and the original ferocious "wave" was getting smaller and smaller......

And just when the enemy was about to rush up, the original rain of arrows like locusts stopped-with two military trumpets, one after the other, the light infantry quickly pulled down from the front of the formation, and exchanged arrays with the hoplites in the first column behind them extremely quickly, and after waiting for a long time, they immediately untied the original defensive formation, raised their shields, and also shouted slogans to pounce on the tribal warriors who had suffered heavy casualties!

Now that you have chosen to charge, there is absolutely no reason to turn back!

Brandishing the long sword, Repinus pulled the blade out of the enemy's abdomen with a cold expression, raised his shield and hit a half-barbarian young master who wanted to sneak attack him, and before he could call for help, Repinus, who suddenly crouched down, used the strength of his whole body and pierced his throat!

Prove yourself to be a worthy chief centurion with your military exploits, prove your oath with loyalty, and then hate your father with blood...... In the middle of the chaotic battlefield, Lebinus slowly stood up like a wounded lion, raising his sword and roaring!

"God bless Turin, long live Witwood——!" (To be continued.) )