It's a bit too quiet.

Macarone stared at the empty field, his brow furrowed slightly, but he still did not hesitate to give the order and put his troops in charge formation.

Passing through the city, breaking through the wall directly from the northwest corner of Severa, it was absolutely unexpected by the Snowtons. If you can disrupt the enemy's position from behind, then how can the Bright New Army fight with the opponent before and after.

Yes, this is the deployment of Innerdir and the fate of the New Army of Light.

Not long ago, the seemingly exciting long-distance attack actually put the Bright New Army in an extremely awkward position. There is no way to advance, there is no way to retreat, and all they can do is to consume the strength of the Snowdon Southern Expeditionary Army as much as possible and create conditions for the counterattack of the Holy See of Light.

Macarone didn't know if it was a mistake on the part of His Excellency the Archbishop or if he did it on purpose. However, the new army of light received the task of not retreating, not transferring, and must fight to the death with the Snowton army under the city of Severa.

The front and rear attacks are the best strategy that Tuchel and his staff can think of.

"Attack!" Macarone raised his right hand in the air, and the brass horn of the march sounded loudly. They were only a few miles away from Snowton's rear army, and in any case, the enemy army did not have time to adjust.

Knights with bayonet spears rode forward, and the White Thorn Flower banner flew in the hunt. When the slightly turbulent enemy formation appeared in front of them, they lowered their bayonet guns to adjust the angle, only to find that on the south bank of King Nachinani's Prancing Horse, the remaining Snowton troops were also frantically rushing forward, and they had no intention of turning around to meet the enemy.

Are they crazy? Macarone was a little delighted, but also a little suspicious. However, the arrow was ready to be sent, so he still pulled out his narrow-bladed double sword and gave the order for a general attack.

Also at this time. In the sparse forest on the west side, the sound of horses' hooves was heard like a storm.

"Not good!" Macarone's face changed, and he turned his head to see a "fire hibiscus" military flag raised high, and with it rushed out of the woods, a knightly army in a conical formation.

Gilded armor. The scarlet cloak and the triangular coat of arms on the bayonet are the "Golden Hibiscus" of the head of Snowton's "Three Knights". Their speed was not fast, but the pace of each horse was in unison, and it seemed that it was not in a hurry, as if it were a leisurely stroll. However, it is this calm demeanor that brings terrifying pressure and makes people feel a sense of powerlessness.

"Turn southeast and continue to charge. Don't stop!" Macarone snapped ordered. In this case, it is not a wise choice to force the fight or turn around and flee. As a cavalry commander, he knew that if his own formation was in chaos, he would be scattered by the "Golden Hibiscus", and there would be no room for resistance.

"You're smart. Agassi laughed, and whirled in the air with his spear in hand, and the knightly troops behind him changed from a cone to a wing. Outflank the past with wings.

Long before the battle broke out, King Nacini received a secret message from Viscount Reims. "Golden Hibiscus" has been in ambush in the forest for a long time, just to wait for the arrival of the enemy's sneak attack troops.

Macarone, who had thrown himself into the net, could not escape their pursuit, because a river was blocking the way not far ahead. The river, which was once regarded as the reliance of the New Army of Light, has now become a fatal stumbling block.

Ranken. The Tower of St. White.

"Our army is going to be defeated. In Innedir's tone, it was impossible to tell whether it was desolation or numbness. Most of the time in the past small half a year. He was savoring the bitterness of failure, and over time, he got used to it.

"Their defeat is a matter of time," said the Pale Lord in a quiet voice, "and you should have had this realization when he ordered him to make a long run against the city of Severa." ”

"I hope that they will not die in vain, but at least inflict heavy losses on the enemy army and force them to rest in place for a few days. Innedil looked north against the railing, and the cold wind cut his face, and he was a little weak. After the consumption of the four major raids, the divine power in his body has long been gone, and if he forcibly strikes again, he will really run out of oil.

"If you want to inflict heavy damage on the enemy, you must help," the Pale Lord glanced at him and quietly encouraged, "Otherwise, the three Legends of the enemy will join forces to attack, and the rout of our army will be inevitable." ”

"You...... "Innedil pondered for a moment, sighed, and pleaded, "Teacher, please help me." ”

The Pale Lord nodded slightly, raised his hand and folded it, and a warm current poured into Innedir's body, causing his spirit to suddenly lift.

The white-robed archbishop held up the "Holy Spirit Eye" and slowly closed his eyes. The spire of the White Tower shone brightly in the direction of the city of Severa.

"Bring back the Fifth Army Corps, hold on to the whole line!The archers shoot the corners, the cavalry troops flank, don't fall in love!" Tuchel felt a little parched as the order was issued, but he didn't have time to think about it, the enemy had already advanced to a hundred and ten meters in front of him, and this distance was rapidly decreasing over time.

Especially the "Blood Drinker" Cattroman, Tuchel didn't know how to deal with it, and no matter who he sent to meet him, he couldn't slow him down.

"Archon. A clear voice sounded behind him, and Tuchel looked back in amazement, only to see a phantus emerge out of thin air, his clothes fluttering and the holy light shrouded in the light, it was Archbishop Nedir.

"What does the Archbishop say?" Tuchel asked in a deep voice, his tone not respectful. He was born and died on the front line, but the other party sat on the white tower and watched the play, no one would be happy.

"I'll guide the chaplain and cast a great spell," Innedil commanded, "and you'll hold on for a moment, ready to strike back." ”

"Good. Tuchel nodded, drawing his sword and stepping forward. It's not that he trusts Innedir much, it's that there's nothing else he can do.

However, the battle situation on the front line is indeed extremely bad. In particular, King Nacini personally went into battle to kill the enemy, and the morale of Snowton was greatly boosted, and half of the camp of the new army of light fell. Fortunately, the Fifth Army returned in time and joined the battlefield from the southwest, barely holding the situation.

"Defeat the Southrons and capture Tuchel alive!" Sunia spilled blood as he fought with King Nacini, swinging his sword in excitement and roaring wildly.

King Nacini shook his head with a smile, he slapped his mount on the crotch, and the war horse jumped up like a lion, and actually climbed over the earthen wall, swept through the chaotic battlefield, and instantly appeared ten meters away.

Before the war horse landed, he leaned down, and the rusty Uduls Weeping Blood Blade spewed out a long vermilion sword qi, and with just a slight wave, four or five head bones fell to the ground.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）