On the battlefield where screams and screams filled the air, the Roman legions, dressed in red uniforms and silver-glossy armor, were silent as sculptures, without any cry, only the neat footsteps of their determined steps.

The overturned front was torn to pieces by the orc charge, and as expected, it completely collapsed, but they had no place to escape, the crowd, the screams of the shouts, and the orc warriors who were eager to break through the line were held back by these people who could not be called warriors.

Despite their timidity, their disorganization and their mental breakdowns, the peasants fought bravely, screaming and screaming with their spears and shields against the burly bodies of the orcs. The crowded mouth of the river beach became a swamp, dragging down the pace of the orc charge, and the original advantage of the charge was gone!

The mouth of the river's clear beach had turned a gloomy dark red, full of broken limbs and battered corpses, broken spears and piles of broken corpses stopped the orcs, making them have to make more effort to cross the quagmire, and waiting for these beasts on the embankment was the Roman legion, the great "Sword of Glory" 1,000th wing!

Rushing through more and more orcs broke through the first line at the mouth of the river, the complete phalanx of spearmen turned into a terrible meat grinder, which could only use their bodies to slow down the pace of the enemy, and the beasts that attacked frantically slowly gathered in the shouts of the orcs who pretended to be leaders, and rushed towards the second line with a roar!

The golden eagle banner was so brilliant that the silent veterans didn't need any orders at all, and everyone raised their heavy javelins in their hands and threw them at the oncoming enemy!

The whistling javelins rained down, viciously piercing through the orc bodies one after another, smashing shields, and drawing a dead line in front of the legions.

But that didn't stop them from moving forward, and instead they charged faster. The bloodthirsty beast howls like a cry from the depths of hell. The gray waves crashed against the red reef!

"Romans—stop these brutes!" Mehemus roared with a lion-like voice determined and resolute, standing in the first array commanding the warriors beside him. The not tight formation was full of gaps, but it was like an iron wall to contain the orc's attack again, and the solid shield seemed to be a moving wall, and the soldiers in front and behind exchanged steps forward, dissolving the orc's power.

Aimo followed closely at Mesimus's side, wielding his sword and shielding the general from his side. But he soon found that this was completely superfluous, and that Mesimus's exquisite skill and cooperation with the soldiers around him did not require him as a herald to "cause trouble", and he had to admit sadly that he could not keep up with the rhythm of these Roman soldiers. There is not even a chance to swing the sword yourself.

The tenacious first wing strangled the pace of the orc attack, but as the first array gradually collapsed, more and more orc soldiers poured in, and it was impossible for the Roman legions of more than a thousand people to completely block it, and the golden eagle banner fell backwards little by little, and the front line was constantly retreating backwards by the frantically advancing orcs.

The orc warriors, who outnumbered the Roman legions, even began to try to surround the thin second array, and the soldiers standing on both flanks even had to start balancing the enemy from both sides of themselves and in front of them.

"Aimo!" Mehemus slammed into a halt to the knight beside him, "Go and give the order to the infantry array in the rear, move the flanks - you know what to do, let them move immediately!"

"Me? no. I'm not going!" shouted Aymus, shielding the stabbing heavy spear with his shield, which tore his delicate kite-shaped shield to shreds, but also gave him the opportunity to swing his sword, "I will fight alongside you." I will defend my glory!"

"Smack!" Mesimus, whose face was hideous and covered in blood, grabbed Aimo's neck and pushed him behind the array, his fierce gaze making the young knight speechless, only watching him.

"A hundred dead people are no match for a living man!" Mesimus's spit mixed with dirty blood sprayed Aimo's face: "No one on the battlefield can disobey my orders. You know, you idiot!"

"Understood, understood!" Aimo, who was choked by the neck, sat down on the ground as soon as he was released, stood up with his sword supporting his body, and quickly turned around in fear. Run towards the back line.

Mesimus glared at the distant Aimo, then immediately turned his head and raised his sword and shield into the line of the First Wing, almost with brute force slammed the shield into the face of an oncoming orc, "bang-" a muffled sound, slamming it to the ground.

"Mars—wake up!"

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As Mesimus thought, the orcs were not limited to trying to crush themselves from the front, and their beastly instinct led them to look for any possible place to break through the defenses—perhaps by accident, perhaps by the human slaves they had captured, but with the same result, a sizable orc warband found the rapid, rocky shoal, and prepared to go around the back of the defenders.

But Sir Ludwig, who was lying in ambush here, gave them a head-on blow! The Larian sergeants raised their shields and threw javelins and stones at the orc warriors who crossed the river, while the knights took out their longbows, sharp arrow feathers, and infant arm-thick javelins, making the orcs cross the river quite difficult, and the rushing shallows were littered with dead bodies.

But before the soldiers of Laria could rejoice, a terrible roar sounded again, and the orc warband, which had been repulsed, went crazy and rushed towards the other side of the river like outlaws, and the bloodthirsty gaze made the soldiers forget to throw the javelins in their hands.

"Damn, the Radiant Cross is on top!" an older knight looked incredulously at the rushing orc warriors, and while shooting the bow and arrow in his hand, he cursed: "These bloodthirsty and savage monsters!

"The reason is simple. Sir Ludwig calmly drew the saber at his waist, and the black cloak gently raised with the movement of his shoulder: "There are more of them than us." ”

"Everyone retreat, keep in formation, and lean close to each other to form a shield wall!" the steady figure gave the order to the soldiers: "Hold the shoal, never take half a step back!"

"Protect your brothers, don't be soft!" Ludwig stood at the back of the procession and personally raised the black cross flag on a white background of the Elfwan family, and the knights gathered around the lord, waiting for him: "Leave the light behind you, and bring the darkness to the enemy - long live the Black Cross! Long live Elf!"

"Long live the Black Cross——!!!! Long live Elf!!! Long live the Human Emperor——!!!!"

The fierce orc warriors stepped on the corpses of their clansmen and roared across the shallows, Ludwig raised his banner and pointed forward with his sharp sword: "Laria - Attack !!!"

The two sides finally came together at the narrow shoal crossing, the sound of shields clashing with shields, the sparks of heavy spears and swords, roaring, howling, and shouting...... Another battle began.

The shields clumped and squeezed each other, but the orcs with superior natural strength still gained control of the battlefield, and despite their morale, the Larian soldiers were still forced to move forward.

Especially after more orc warriors had spent a little talk, their advantage became more obvious, and the Larian army had to face the orc warriors who were definitely more than one and a half times their own, and Ludwig, who was still standing behind the queue at the beginning, also had to raise the flag and go into battle in person to cheer up the soldiers beside him.

But courage could not hide the difference in strength between the two sides, and the terrifying strength of the rough and bloodthirsty orcs gave them a natural talent for fighting that could hardly be matched by humans. More and more soldiers screamed and fell in pools of blood, and the stubborn Larians were drowned in the raging gray tide!

Sir Ludwig, who was holding the banner high, had completely lost his original grace, his hideous face was even a little hysterical, his face and hair were soaked with bright red blood, he brandished the sword of his right hand like a beast, and his white joints were full of cracked scars, but he still did not relax in the slightest.

"Lord Ahart!" one of the knights cried out as he blocked the heavy spear from his right, "we can't hold it anymore, they, there are too many!"

"Do you have a better way to stop them?!" Ludwig sneered, and unmercilessly swung his long sword at the enemy in front of him again, the dull sound of impact mixed with the crispness of the blade splitting: "Then pray, pray that the great Radiant Cross will give us the strength to defeat the enemy!"

"We need reinforcements, ask Lord Mehemus for help!" the knight's cry carried a hint of desolation and pleading, "If this continues, we will all die here!"

"Hmm, for help?" Ludwig turned his head to look at the knight beside him, not only him, but also the sergeants beside him cast desperate and pleading glances at him, and said in a gentle voice, "Help?"

"That's it! We are Larians, and there is no reason to die for the Kwyn...... Uh?!" Before the knight could finish speaking, a sudden pain came from his abdomen, and as soon as he lowered his head, the sharp sword had already penetrated his body, and the torn wound kept flowing blood, and his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"Win or die. Ludwig's voice sent chills down the soldiers around him: "Duke Bran Elfwan has ordered me to hold the Kwyn River, so whatever I give, I will fulfill the Duke's order." ”

"So, so that we can all live. Ludwig no longer looked at the soldiers behind him, and the black figure charged forward with a banner held high: "Block them!"

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