When the sun rose in the sky, the sound of fighting in the sky above the Tari Pass did not stop - the shouts of the legionnaires and the roars of the barbarian warriors were intertwined, and as far as the eye could see, there were only the figures of the soldiers fighting hard, and no one could scruple more, following behind the countless shaking flags, one after another, lying in pools of blood and bones, living beings.

The charge of the Red Horse Clan has been completely crushed, but these brave barbarian warriors still haven't abandoned their tribal totems and leaders, chanting the names of their ancestors and slashing their blades at the enemies in front of them—their ancestors did this for three hundred years, and they still do it today!

The First Banner Regiment on the far left flank took on almost half of the enemy - because the red cross flag on a black background of the legion was here, and these veterans, hastily selected in two months, were also gritting their teeth and holding on, strangling with the most ferocious noble samurai of the Akama clan, and whenever there was a gap in the shield wall in front, a veteran soldier took his place with a shield on his back before the enemy could rush in.

These veterans of the Battle Banner Legion, veterans from the establishment of the Legion to the present, are fighting bloody battles against the enemy who would run away just when they saw it, biting their pale lips with courage, fighting these fierce enemies with their broadswords and shields, and trying their best to pierce the tip of their sword into the enemy's body - even if it costs their lives!

The balance of the battle was tilting in Edward's favor little by little, but there was no excitement on the black-haired knight's face, only a silent silence and a pair of anxious eyes.

At last, the drums of war sounded—and in the distance, the drums of war rang out again in the ranks of the Akama clan, and this time the drums were different from the original—for it was the shaking and shaking of the earth!

The six-headed troll roared and trampled the wasteland beneath their feet, moving from the rear to the forefront of the barbarian army, and all the barbarian warriors let out an earth-shattering cheer. His eyes were bloodshot and he roared with heart-rending rage.

With the sound of the war drums again, the six-headed trolls scattered and rushed forward, followed by the clan army gathered behind the Grand Chief of the Red Horse, all of them into the battlefield.

The Hantu barbarians, whose morale had gradually declined, immediately rose again, and the soldiers behind the shield wall gasped sharply, staring at the figures of those giant monsters with wide eyes and trembling. Roaring towards them!

It is impossible for any normal person not to be afraid when he sees such a monster - even the figure of the other party will make him feel extremely small, and despair and fear are normal emotions.

No matter how strong your will is, no matter how strong your faith is - when facing a monster ten meters high, ten tons or even stronger, all you feel is despair, profound, small, helpless despair!

The recruits, who had just survived the enemy army, immediately turned pale - no matter how much they had sworn before. When you really have to face these monsters that are impossible to defeat, you don't collapse and go insane on the spot, you should be called well-trained!

Both Ludwig and Allen looked at Edward's face, but all they saw was the face that was as silent as water, and there was not even the slightest wave.

In fact, Edward was a little surprised - the other side did not withdraw the belligerent vanguard and threw themselves into the trolls, which means that there was no hope that they would be able to return alive.

Whether it's draining the blood of the shield wall predecessors, or being trampled alive by the charging trolls - I have to say that it is really quite cruel. didn't take these more than 1,000 lives to heart at all, which is enough to show how decisive the other party is.

And the rest. There was only disappointment, an incomparably deep disappointment - he originally thought that the other party was hiding the troll for some important layout, but in the end it turned out to be like a burn to the ground, like a gambler who can't afford to lose, only a little frustration, about to gamble all the capital.

But I can't afford to lose...... Edward smiled a little self-deprecatingly. The bright star in his hand was once again fiercely commanded, and Ludwig, who was standing behind, immediately turned his head sharply and roared at the herald, "Ballista fire back!"

Just moments later, twelve heavy ballistae mounted in the camp roared, throwing clay pots filled with ignition into the air. The orange-red firelight was so brilliant in the sky that no one could have guessed that these seemingly dazzling and dreamy "streamers" would be the power that could destroy everything!

The roar, the explosion, and the splashing flames fell from the sky like a splashing waterfall, setting off a splendid "flower" on the earth. Blood and severed arms danced, and the shouts of the barbarian warriors who fled in panic became the accompaniment notes.

No matter how the clan leaders rectified the barbarian warriors under their command, they couldn't get the guys who were completely frightened to return to normal, so they had to continue to push forward with the rest of the warriors, hoping to avoid the flames and roars of death, and no longer care about anything, desperately charging forward.

Even the most fierce barbarians could not endure the torture in the rain of fire and roar, and the barbarian army, which was originally imposing like a rainbow, was like a pack of wolves in the wasteland, and there was no more order to speak of, rushing towards the phalanx of the Turines!

At this time, only the Great Chief of the Red Horse remembered the horror of these flames and explosions, but it was too late - the trolls who had just been slowly moving forward were suddenly frightened by the sudden fire and explosion, especially after a few ignition agent clay pots "happened" to hit the trolls, these monsters finally went completely crazy, roared and rushed behind them, completely breaking up the dense barbarian army formation.

The barbarian warriors who had no time to dodge died tragically under these monsters, and countless were trampled to death. The frenzied trolls ran in all directions, and the already panicked Manchu army was completely thrown into chaos, and could no longer find the so-called "order", like a chaotic torrent, under the bombardment of arrows and ballistas, the corpses of the wilderness were like mowing grass and then scattered towards the blood-stained shield wall.

But there will never be anything like this in this world - the legion that was still standing by just now propped up its shield and pushed the last enemy in front of it who was still stubbornly resisting to the ground, as if it were really a moving iron wall of copper coins, and met the rushing barbarian army and launched a charge!

The first to engage the enemy were the Lund warriors on the right flank, wielding long-handled axes and swords, and the soldiers on the left flank and the center army roared and threw the last javelin in their hands, and then held their shields and slammed into the enemy - the whole legion line was completely trapezoidal, with the strongest forces at both ends, and the middle army line was long but relatively thin, but it was also the place where the ballistas and bows and arrows were most concentrated.

Both sides are already in full force, and now it is up to us to see which side can hold out to the end, until the other side collapses_The hungry wolf-like barbarian warriors and the charging soldiers collide together, blood and fighting like the loudest roar - spears break, shields are split, helmets fall into the snow, and even throw each other at their feet, and make a final battle with each other's fists!

Edward finally turned his head slowly, and the knights, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately puffed up their chests and looked intently at the chief flag officer, their sweaty right hand clutching the narrow cavalry spear, waiting for orders.

If it weren't for the sense of honor and oath, they would have rushed out long ago. Completely unmoved, Edward swept over their faces one by one, and just when everyone was sure that Edward was going to say something, the black-haired knight raised the long sword in his hand: "Cavalry, charge with me-!"

"God bless Turin - for Edward Witwood!"

A roaring cry rang out from the left flank of the army, and the knights holding the red cross flag on a black background were like sharp blades drawn from the left flank of the army, piercing the heart of the enemy! )