And at this moment in Kosai, the Great Khan of the Orc Taal tribe, has encountered a situation that is even more troublesome than that of Salald - chaos!

Under the sudden blow of the left flank, the orc army, which had maintained a relatively good order, had completely become a pot of porridge! The orc army, which was fighting bravely with blood and was fond of showing personal heroism, rushed towards the enemy desperately, and the command system was completely paralyzed.

According to orc custom, the leader should be the first to fight and lead the way for the whole army. This style of fighting often works well in battles of around thousands of people, as everyone can see the position of the leader and can tell the direction of their leader based on the shouts. But now more than 30,000 people are mixed in the entire battlefield, and all the orc warriors are fighting on their own, completely ignoring their surroundings.

Kosai Khan, who originally commanded tens of thousands of warriors, was demoted from "corps commander" to "company commander", and now there is a trend of continuing to be demoted to "platoon commander".

But none of this is a problem for Kosai at the moment―――――― it just needs to rush through the front! As long as it can tear up this thin Chinese army, this battle is over!

Although due to a momentary mistake, the power of the Noldor Elf's bow and arrow was miscalculated, and the dwarven servants should be used as cannon fodder to rush ahead, but this still can't change the outcome of its victory!

The entire Roman legion's defense line retreated step by step under the constant onslaught of the orc Great Khan and his elites. No legionary infantry could resist the roaring death axe of the mighty Khan of Kosai, which was designed to prevent the enemy from splitting the edges of the shield (the Romans had encountered many of them), and it was as thin as a piece of paper in front of this guy, and it would be shattered by a single impact!

"Hold on to the shield wall, keep the pace, and hold on, brethren, and do not forget that you are the sons of Mars!

The centurions shouted hoarsely, cheering up the soldiers. But it still can't change the situation -- the orcs are still advancing, and the whole front is constantly retreating.

The Legionnaires' time to rest was getting less and less, and in order to deal with these orcs, who were obviously much stronger than the orcs they had encountered before (the centurions and standard-bearers in the forefront, all of whom had participated in the defense of Severcro, so they had a clearer understanding of the orcs), the frequency of platoon changes had to be much faster. If you have to explain, ordinary orc warriors should belong to the militia level among orcs, and these are probably regular troops!

"Trumpeter, blow the trumpet!" Captain Padrik, who was standing in the back column, frowned tightly, and the red big sword behind him swayed with the wave of his arm: "Let the hundred-man team of the second column replace the first column!"

"Woo――――――――――――――――――――――――!!!!!!"

With the sharp sound of military bugles, the first array, which was still fighting, immediately began to use its shields to protect its body and retreated in small steps, and the ten centurians in the second column behind took advantage of the enemy's failure to react, and four rows of javelins crossed the heads of the array in front of them, and flew towards Kosai with the sound of "whirring!"

"Roar--!!!" shouted a savage cry, and Kosai picked up a shield from the ground that he didn't know who had dropped it, blocking the "UFO" that suddenly flew over! The violent knocking sound carried a sound that pierced through the body, and several more combatant soldiers around it fell.

"Roman legions, forward, cover brethren!" shouted the centurions of the second column, and the legionary infantry, with their shields on their shoulders, marched in orderly steps, as if to the beat of a drum beating on the ground.

Once again, the two sides collided in front of this slope!

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"How long has it been?" asked Terenus, standing under the banner of the Radiant Cross, as he turned to Will beside him.

"I guess you could have asked the sun. Will, who looked tired, still had a somewhat mocking tone: "This is very easy to distinguish, at a glance." ”

"Huh. Terenus laughed. Not far from his line of sight was the sun, which was already floating on the edge of a green sea. The battle started at noon, and now even the sun was about to set!

The left flank, which had already stopped the offensive, was still struggling, the Roman legions that were resisting head-on were still crushing the line, and the right flank reserves, which were originally in the second and third arrays, had all rushed up, and the neat queue had turned into two irregular semicircles, intertwined with each other.

The Noldor hunters, whose fingers had been cut by the bowstring, had their arms so sore that they couldn't even lift them, and they could only grit their teeth and watch the coalition and their compatriots fight desperately in front of them and couldn't move forward.

"It's still a tug-of-war. Terenus muttered to himself, "The slogan is sky-high, and it makes people feel that they are dying, but the desire to live is driving them!"

"Even if it is a temporary advantage, the outcome is still unknown. The commander of the coalition forces drew his sword and stared closely at the direction of the Chinese army: "We need a breakthrough, we need a breakthrough!"

"Do you want to send a signal to Lord Julian?" Will couldn't bear it anymore: "Maybe he doesn't know the situation on the battlefield now, we should remind him!"

"Since it has all been handed over to him, you should trust him completely, otherwise it will be useless!" Terenus categorically vetoed: "What's more, we don't know the current situation either!"

"But we know one thing!" he asserted loudly, "these beasts are running out of energy!"

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"This is impossible, no matter how much you ask for it, I will not be able to promise you!"

In the woods, Theodore looked at the aggrieved Helena with an angry face: "I think you probably think this is some kind of fun, right?! This is war, this is war! Just one charge will kill hundreds of people!"

"Then weishenme can you?weishenme I can't?!" Helena stubbornly raised her head and looked at the young Caesar reluctantly: "A true leader must protect his own people and fight side by side with his own soldiers, right?!If I can't do it, then what kind of leader is it?!"

"But............ There are also many leaders who are not so good at war. Theodore's eyes widened, and his mouth kept exhaling: "You should learn to trust your knights, believe in them! ”

Or...... You should at least believe me, right?" Theodore asked, "Have I ever broken my oath? Have I ever let you down?"

"I............ I...... I just want to ......" Helena lowered her head in frustration: "I just want to be like my brother, brave and fearless like a knight!"

"Believe me, Helena, even those knights would not let their princess go into battle - that would be an insult to them, and even the princess they guarded could not protect, how could they have the dignity to fight a powerful enemy?" said Theodore with a wry smile. For this "Princess Pendragon", who is a little boyish, but simply like a spring flowing down from a snowy mountain, he really doesn't know how to persuade the other party to make this girl happily accept the reality.

Sure enough, half a prince just can't do it, it's still a matter of talent in this regard.

"You'll come back alive, won't you?" asked Helena softly, "Come back alive and bring me victory." ”

"No, I'll give you more. Theodore smiled, bent down lightly, held up his little white and delicate hand, and touched the aqua blue ring: "I will give you a triumphal ceremony, a grandest triumphal ceremony, and all the people will shout long live for you!"

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"Have you convinced the princess?" said General Belisarius, who was standing outside the woods, when he saw Theodor approaching, and whispered, "Or ............ You knocked her unconscious?"

"I'm not qualified to talk about her, but I'm not going to let a girl go to war, it's not fair!" Theodore touched his nose, turned over and rode on his beloved horse Weber, and pulled the purple cloak behind him: "Let's go, let's go and call back those knights!"

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Bode clutched the new spear in his hand tightly, the scale armor on his body was too heavy for him to get used to, and the hazel war horse under him paced his hooves impatiently, his nose snorting incessantly.

"You're nervous? Look at your hands, they're almost green. Belisarius on the side looked at the young man named Bode, smiled, and said, "Take it easy, it's a ...... Outing. ”

"Outing? Why do you call that an outing?" Bode licked his lips and swallowed the saliva from his mouth desperately, breathing rapidly: "This is war! As long as one is not careful, he will say zaijian with his own life! How can it be called an 'outing'?!"

"Isn't it?" Belisarius curled the corners of his mouth slightly, with a look of a little aftertaste on his face: "If it is victory, it will be triumph, with flowers and wine, and if you die in battle, you will enter the kingdom of heaven and become a heroic spirit watching Rome, with the gods as companions, and be sacrificed by future generations." Both are good!"

"I think it was not that long ago. General Belisarius suddenly remembered some interesting story: "There is a young knight who is as stubborn as you, so stubborn that once he decides that no one will try to stop him. Obviously, his riding skills and swordsmanship are so bad that he still insists on fighting side by side with his soldiers. When you go to battle, you look calm, but you're actually more nervous than anyone else!"

"Yes, just like you now, my dear Lord Bodø. Belisarius whispered.

"So, how is the young knight now?" Bode couldn't help but ask, "Dead?" or ............ He's one of us?"

"He............" General Belisarius smiled, "he now commands all the knights in the whole north!"

"You mean............ That knight is?!" Bode looked at the "young knight" incredulously, then turned back and whispered, "I can't believe it, hasn't he always emphasized some 'discipline'?"

"So............ You never know what's going to happen in the next second!" Belisarius said, "So, no matter what, we have to live, live, kill the enemy in front of us, and then protect the brothers around us!"