In a short period of time, the foundation for victory has been laid.

Looking through the scattered shield wall, the enemy's front line was already in disarray, battered by falling rocks and arrows—the commanders on horseback restrained their men hoarsely, and the soldiers arched back and forth in the ranks......

The front team was attacked, and the 10,000 people who were dragging behind rushed up in two teams without thinking about it, but they were blocked by arrows and stones halfway, and several strong attacks launched were all shot back!

At the same time, there are countless traps under his feet, and it can be said that he is only a stone's throw away from the front team, but he is powerless to help, so he has to leave thousands of corpses and flee in a hurry.

Looking at the way they burned their butts, I only smiled faintly. Naturally, this fleeing enemy army will be taken care of, and despite the fact that they are running fast now, there will be no more than a thousand people who will return to report to Gironde in the end.

While the back team is rushing forward, the front team is also trying to get closer, and they are also blocked by numerous traps. These traps are all manned, and as soon as the upper reaches are opened, the sandmen under the traps remove the supporting wooden pillars and burrow into the tunnels...... The trap is so big and deep that even if the enemy tries to fill it with people, it won't be able to fill it for a while.

Under the double attack of bows and arrows and catapults, the enemy's front team suffered a total of more than 5,000 casualties.

Finally, in the middle of a bow attack, a frenzied shout of "Ciseria (fight!)" erupted in the front of the enemy army, and the remaining enemies rushed towards us with weapons in hand!

The enemy commander chose to break through from the front, and this decision was understandable. Although it seemed that there were only archers on either side, the enemy thought that there was something strange in them, and chose to pick and choose the pikemen with a decent front.

If they manage to rush over and get tangled with the pikemen. Naturally, our bows and arrows were useless.

And the Demon Coalition has always admired their melee abilities. In their impressions. None of the Divine Alliances can take advantage of them in melee combat.

All of our archers rose from their burrows and fired directly at the running enemy soldiers.

Under the threat of bows and arrows, the enemy soldiers ran faster and faster! They shouted the slogan of the charge, and their weapons kept changing from their left hand to their right hand and back again, gradually forming an offensive formation in the rapid movement.

Judging by their reddened eyes and hoarse voices, they are extremely excited and confident in this close fight...... However, the enemy did not seem to notice that there were only a few hoplites left on their side.

In a corps, the proportion of hoplites was not high. In particular, hoplites in a regiment with extremely high demands on athleticism were rare, because their armor was so heavy that even they were afraid - a pair of armor could weigh two hundred kilograms.

But the benefits of this armor are also obvious, ordinary swords and spears are almost like tickling, and after a magic shield in the hand protects the head and face, the wind and rain burn the earth and bury it - it's yours!

It sounds like a pretty good class, but they have a role that no other class can replace - break through enemy lines with their own strong armor!

In fact, most of the time they are the most relaxed guys on the front, as long as they maintain a standing posture, there are naturally people behind them to push forward.

The main targets of our catapults just now were precisely these hoplites lined up in front! Now the enemy's hoplites are dead. It would have been much more difficult to break through the pikemen's defenses.

"The whole army - ready!"

"Uhh The blade pointed forward.

"Spearmen step forward—line up!" The star officer shouted at my gesture, "Crossbowman - in position!"

The pikemen in the first five rows took ten steps forward and crouched down, the spears in their hands were flat on the ground, the crossbowmen in the back were already in place, thousands of cold and shining arrows were aimed at the enemies who were getting closer and closer, and many of the running enemies had raised their right arms slightly - ready to raise their knives!

"Put!"

As soon as the onrushing enemy entered the firing range, he was killed by three rounds of crossbow arrows, and the soldiers who were hit by the arrows snorted one after another and fell into the dust, and the originally tight formation immediately became a sparse earthworm line. Their whole formation froze for a moment, and the gap in it was immediately filled by the soldiers behind - this is the value of veterans, they don't need to be ordered by their commanders, they know how to do it, and they are worthy of being good at charging and melee combat!

The crossbowman let go of another round and immediately stepped back. The pikemen in the front row stood up, the pikemen of the first row pointed flat in front, and the spears of the last two rows were placed on the left and right shoulder armors of the soldiers in the first row - there was just a groove there!

In this way, each soldier had three spears in front of his body, which was protected as much as possible. If you stand at a high point, you should be able to see the two lines getting closer and closer together.

I have delegated command from the front.

Seeing that the enemy had rushed to a distance where they could see their faces, dozens of commanders on the front raised their swords in their hands and shouted to their soldiers.

"Steady—steady—steady—" Hearing this, my heart trembled a little, and a fine layer of sweat broke out in my hands.

Dozens of knives swung down at almost the same time: "Kill!"

"Ciseria!" the enemy rushed forward.

"Kill!" the soldier in the front row roared, adjusting the angle of the spear one last time. At this moment, the tip of the spear had already pierced into the enemy's body, and many spears pierced two or three at a time!

"Kill!" the second platoon of pikemen did their best to hand out their spears, the spears stabbing at the approaching enemies who had already posed a threat to the soldiers in the first platoon.

"Kill!" the pikemen in the third row followed, sending their spears out. And at the same time as they were firing, the pikemen in the first row had already withdrawn their spears and were preparing to assassinate them again.

It seems like a small cooperation, but these soldiers don't know how many times they practiced under the instructor's whip...... Until the blood blisters on the hands turned calluses, until the soldiers could do nothing wrong with their eyes closed, until the soldiers were shouting "kill" in their dreams one by one.

It's not that the instructors are making things difficult for them, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and there is no time for people to think. Just pick up the weapon and follow the routine.

People who are inexperienced and overwhelmed are the ones who die the fastest. And a well-trained soldier can bite a few to death even if he is unarmed......

The pikemen skillfully cooperated. Like a clockwork machine, three rows of spears were stabbed alternately, and the enemy could never get close.

However, the enemy also knew that only by breaking through our defenses could they survive, and their offensive was even more violent.

Many of the enemy soldiers threw all their strength at the weapons in their hands before they died, and some of the enemy soldiers who were stabbed by the spears held on to their spears and even slowly crawled to the feet of the pikemen.

The front is flooded with voices. From time to time, stumps and severed arms attached to the armor pieces flew out, and the strong smell of blood dispersed...... The enemy was fearless in the onslaught, and the pikemen in the front were under great pressure.

"Axe thrower—up!"

"Kill!" Thousands of our soldiers stepped forward, and with a slash of their right hand, an astonishing number of axes flew out, landing accurately in front of the enemy.

The flying axe is not very large, but the axe body is thick and sharp, and the curved axe surface is almost round, and the handle of the axe is clamped in the middle to reveal a little. After being thrown, it spins and falls in the air, and almost every angle can cut into the human body!

The enemy in the front line only paid attention to the pikemen in front. How do you know that there is such a thing on it? One by one, they were struck by sharp axes! In the rain of blood, they were cut in equal or not very equal halves......

The enemy that was cut down by the first round of throwing axes has not yet completely fallen. The axe-thrower swiped his left hand again, and the same number of axes flew in with him! The enemy who took over was destroyed again, and many of them were stabbed because they looked up at the sky.

After throwing the two throwing axes in his hand, the axe-thrower returns to his original position to retrieve the axe, and alternates with the other axe-thrower.

The enemy who was slashed by the flying axe staggered, and this interruption would naturally delay the enemy behind, and our pikemen were able to breathe a sigh of relief and seize the time to adjust the formation.

The impact of the Demon Alliance soldiers is not to be underestimated, if it weren't for the axe thrower, they would have almost succeeded in the impact in a few sections in this short period of time!

Every commander understands what it means to have the opportunity to adjust the formation in the heat of battle, and we have completely taken the initiative!

I'm dismissive of positional warfare, but that doesn't mean I haven't studied it.

Before I went to the Allied Army, I consulted a lot of books and studied them for a long time. It turns out that the reason why so many people like to fight positional warfare is because positional warfare is a very fair contest and it is very simple!

Tens of thousands of people on each side rushed to that pestle, shouting and starting to rush, and what they fought for was strength! Whoever had more people, who had thick armor, and who had more strength would be able to leave with a smile -- the investment in the stratagem of both sides was not without it, but it was extremely limited.

Just like simple arithmetic, one plus one must equal two! In positional warfare, the commander calculates the terrain, the number of people, the types of troops, the combat power of individual soldiers, and the formation magician...... Have a bottom in your heart about winning or losing.

At first, it can be supported by magic or bows and arrows, but once the soldiers on both sides are killed, the soldiers can only rely on their own abilities. Row by row, one by one, there is no room for tricks.

And my tactic is to let the soldiers in the front line have the greatest advantage, and at the same time weaken the strength of the enemy's front line, so that an enemy army faces more than three of our soldiers, but I can't let the word "fairness" appear!

So, my soldiers were armed with a large number of crossbow arrows, as well as independent axe-throwers...... This qiē is all to maintain the absolute superiority of our soldiers!

Hit me, you!

"Kill!"

"Siceria!"

Spears stabbed out again and again, throwing axes roared into the sky, and countless soldiers of the Demon Alliance fell twenty to several arms away from our soldiers...... Their companions had to trample over their corpses as they rushed over, piling them up layer upon layer, slowly thickening and heightening until they reached their chest!

The fallen soldier will never understand that this distance is what we call the "death zone"!

A chant rang out behind him, and the magician struck.

Walls of fire ignited in the death zone, and the two-tall magical flames began to mercilessly devour all objects that dared to pass through it, and many of the Demon Coalition soldiers who had fought their way through the wall of fire turned to char before they could rush to the pikemen......

The enemy mages also began to fight back, and black or green magic balls flew over in twos and threes...... Usually as soon as their magic orbs rise into the air, they will immediately be hit back by more than ten times our magic orbs!

Our formation is too dense to destroy the enemy mage first. They will inflict casualties that are unacceptable to our side.

The mages on both sides are busy releasing enchantments and attacking magic. Over the battlefield. For a time, it was colorful. It's like setting off fireworks in a game.

Although our magicians have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers and plain zhì, this does not mean that the enemy's magicians are good-for-nothing soft-footed shrimps.

"Boom!" A black magic ball fell through the barrier to my left, and the dozens of soldiers who had been there disappeared without a trace in an instant, leaving only the ground scorched black, and among those people, there was an officer who was particularly fond of being kicked by me.

I couldn't bear to look at the field, and mentally calculated the speed of the enemy's overall advance......

"Horn!" Seeing that the main body of the enemy has entered the ambush area. I shouted, "Blow!"

"Woo-woo-"

As our horn sounded, countless soldiers jumped up from the hole where they were hiding, completely blocked the enemy's rear road, and followed by four regiments to press up from both sides and surround the enemy legion.

At the same time, the catapult, which had already adjusted its bearing, once again fired at the enemy's center!

The troops in charge of the encirclement held back in the cave for a long time, and as soon as they came out, they were unstoppable, and their berserk Cheng Dù had a fight with the soldiers of the Demon Alliance.

Their knives are all equipped with a meter-long metal hilt, and they are much better than the enemy's weapons in terms of slashing power and agility. Go with a knife. Most of the enemies are armed with men in two......

After the enemy mages were killed and wounded, our winged archers and elven mages rose into the air en masse. In a neat formation, they flew over the enemy and struck hard.

The remaining enemies were at a loss, and although they were fighting to the death, they had no choice but to go......

The battle is over. The 20,000 men in the front of the enemy army were completely annihilated, from officers to soldiers...... None of them surrendered.

The moment the horn of war was sounded, there was jubilation on the battlefield. The soldiers cheered, took off their helmets and threw them into the sky, and many people's heads were smashed into large bags.

Some guys threw helmets and began to throw their own commanders and throw them......

"Report sir!" said to me excitedly, "We have won!

I nodded, "How many casualties did our army have?"

"Roughly calculated," Carlos said, "our army has more than 3,000 casualties. 」

"Today's battle should be said to be an ambush...... I frowned: "The Demon Alliance is really not to be underestimated, it can still kill and injure three thousand of my soldiers under such a disadvantage!"

"But, sir, they're all gone. Carlos whispered, "With 3,000 casualties, the cost of annihilating 20,000 of the Demon Coalition is almost negligible......

"It cannot be said that victory is not measured by the number of dead men, but by the achievement of the objectives of the battle. I interrupted him, "Although our goal has been accomplished, the price is ...... It's too big. 」

"Sir......

Just as Carlos was having some ideas, a large group of officers came.

"Hello sir!" said the commander of the logistics regiment, "the casualties are out, our army has lost 870 casualties, and 2,350 have been seriously wounded. Among them, there are more than 300 people...... Crippled. 」

I nodded, "Inform the convoy to dock, and our wounded and corpses will be removed immediately. 」

"Yes!"

"Report to the sir," said Jack, "our army has good discipline on the battlefield, and no soldier has been punished!"

"Good job!" I complimented him with a smile.

"Thank you, sir!" Jack's face flushed slightly, "By the way, the enemy has a lot of wounded......

"Enemy?" I said, "I don't need the wounded and prisoners, kill them. 」

"But there are thousands of ......."

"Kill!" I glanced at Jack, "It's up to the Judge Advocate General's Office, and ordinary soldiers are not allowed to interfere!"

"Yes!" Jack turned and left.

How can the wounded of the enemy be dragged down if they are still too busy with their own wounded? Although everyone understands this truth, the atmosphere is somewhat solemn.

"Sir, go talk to the soldiers!" Carlos broke the silence, "they're all waiting for you to say a few words!"

"Okay!" I nodded in agreement, "Let's go!"

The enemy's torn armor was piled up in the middle of the battlefield, and I walked up with the officers step by step, and the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield gathered around.

"All—attention!" shouted the star officer, "Salute to the sir!"

"Hello sir!" tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, shaking everyone's ears.

Feeling this scene, I felt a little emotion in my heart. I remember the first time I walked up to the viewing platform of the Ninth Legion, they also greeted me...... Comparing the two, the gap is thousands of miles!

"Soldiers, you're doing well!" Looking at the beaming faces of these guys, I was also infected, "We wiped out 20,000 Demon Coalition troops! Kick that old bastard Gironde in the ass again!"

"Hehe-"

"20,000 troops, it's not much, but the total number of enemies on the dividing line between gods and demons is only one million!

If we win a few more battles, they will have to go home and farm!" I continued, "Why can we defeat this enemy army, because we are united, everyone trusts their comrades, and everyone from top to bottom works hard!

"Yes—"

"Gironde's old bastard's ass isn't something to kick casually, he's going to bring more troops in trouble!" I changed my tone, "So from now on, everyone has to gather their excitement and train and prepare harder - we're going to kick that old bastard's ass again!"

"Yes—"

"Disband!"

"Let's go back to camp," I said to the officer beside me, "Gironde will be here soon!" (to be continued......)