Although there was an enemy interception on the way forward, Marek was not very surprised, on the contrary, he was still faintly excited. Since the attack on Pesanese, the real battle can be said not to have been encountered once, which makes the whole army feel a little punched, and now that the enemy has finally appeared, he really wants to fight the opponent once.

Marek ordered the scouts to carefully probe the other party's situation, and then he called Curt over and said to him, "Lord Curt, according to the scout's report, there are a large number of people from the Holy Cult Army blocking the road ahead, I wonder if Lord Curt has a good way to deal with it?"

Curt rolled his eyes and said, "Why do you need any strategy to deal with these rats, just crush the past." Does Master Marek have any other plans?"

Malek was accustomed to Curt's tone, and he smiled and said, "In that case, then please ask Lord Curt to cooperate with my command." ”

"That's natural, Master Marek is the commander-in-chief after all. Curt said.

That's what Malek wants, and if Curt gets something to do with it, he can only take a coaxing approach to this thorn Malek, and when he returns to Solandaniel, the problem should be dealt with by the king.

Marek ordered his troops to slow down their advance while sending a large number of patrols to scout the surroundings. It didn't take long for a large amount of information to gather to him, and no ambush was found around, and about 50,000 troops were blocked in front of him, most of them infantry.

Hearing that the opponent is mainly infantry, Marek immediately put his mind at ease, although the opponent has a little more troops, but his side is mainly cavalry, in such a field battle, the infantry is not the opponent of cavalry at all, as long as a shock can defeat the opponent.

It was already evening when Correa saw the Holy Army, and the Holy Army was obviously very well prepared, and the camp was very strong, so that Marek could not find the slightest opportunity to defeat the opponent immediately. Marek could only order the army to set up camp first, and wait until the next day.

That night, Marek convened a military council, mainly to mobilize officers at all levels, and to ensure that the Holy Cult Army was defeated in one fell swoop in the next day's battle. Marek didn't take the Holy Army too seriously, and while the entire continent now knew the Holy Army's name, years of pride had made it difficult for the Correa to see other armies as equal opponents.

Not only did Malek not take the Holy Army seriously, but even the officers below thought the same thing, even with the help of the magicians, they didn't think that the Holy Army could defeat the Correa Army. In large-scale wars, the role of mages is not as obvious as in skirmishes, after all, the number of mages is there, and the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and magic cannot solve the fundamental problem.

The night passed in the blink of an eye, and when the morning sun shone on the battlefield, the loud sound of the horn woke everyone up from their dreams, and they were about to face this cruel and bloody day.

According to the plan, Marek divided the army into three camps, with the army of the Elshira family on the left and the king's direct army in the center and right. The Holy Cult Army, on the other hand, formed a phalanx of pikemen and infantry in accordance with the usual practice on the mainland, which was the usual way to deal with cavalry.

Seeing the other party's formation, Marek couldn't help but sneer, these Holy Sect troops are nothing more than that, do they think that the pikeman phalanx can really deal with their own cavalry? Marek looked at the cavalry of the Elshira family, as long as the Elshira cavalry crushes the opponent's phalanx, and then attacks from the side, his side will take the opportunity to press, and it won't take long to achieve victory.

Although this method of warfare is simple, it is extremely practical, and even if the other party knows it, there is no way to crack it. Marek didn't know what the other party's coach thought, he didn't hide in the city, but he ran here to die, I really don't know how thick the sky is......

Just when Marek was lamenting that the other party did not know whether he was alive or dead, the Holy Cult Army launched an attack first, only to see more than a dozen phalanxes of the other party begin to advance neatly under the urging of war drums. Marek smiled and said to the people around him: "Hehe, the commander of the other party is really a clever guy, thinking that he can win by reducing the impact distance of the cavalry?

Everyone laughed when they heard Marek's words, and they looked at the Holy Cult Army as if they were looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter. Marek gestured to the herald, and the herald took the order, riding his horse and waving the flag as he ran past his own army.

Marek's order was to let the cavalry of the Elshira family attack first, everyone knew that the Elshira family had such a trick as the wind blade, which was the best weapon to deal with the dense pikeman phalanx, and only one round of wind blade attack was needed, I am afraid that few pikemen were still standing in place.

Curt, the leader of the Elshira family, saw Malek's banner, and an inscrutable smile appeared on his face, and he nodded in the direction of Malek, and said to himself, "As you wish, my Lord Malek." ”

Curt then ordered the whole army to attack, only to see that the camp of the Elshira army began to move forward steadily, and the cavalry controlled the war horses to rush forward, from slow to fast, like a rushing river towards the enemy. Marek saw that the army of Elshira had attacked, so he gave the order again and led the remaining cavalry to slowly advance.

Malek didn't want to spend too much time here, he wanted to defeat the opponent in one battle, and then return to Solandaniel as soon as possible, so he decided to press the whole army and directly crush the opponent's army formation with iron hooves.

"Forward, forward!" the officers shouted to boost morale, leading the cavalry to gradually begin to accelerate.

I saw that the cavalry of the Elshira army first rushed straight towards the enemy, and when Marek's army also began to charge, the Elshira army suddenly began to turn, turned a corner on the battlefield, and actually rushed towards Marek's army formation. At this time, both Elshira's army and Marek's army were at high speed, and the unusual behavior of Elshira's army was so startled that Marek almost fell off his horse.

"Damn! what do they want!" Marek roared, but now he couldn't get the army to change direction, and once the cavalry had attacked, he couldn't give another order.

Although Marek was so anxious that he almost fainted, he could do nothing but watch as Elshira's cavalry rushed towards his camp.

"Stop, stop!" Marek cried out in vain, but his voice would not be heard in the galloping army.

Just as Marek shouted hoarsely, Elshira's cavalry had already drawn their swords, their silver swords reflecting a blinding glow in the sunlight.

The howling wind suddenly stopped, and a sound like a wolf's howl was heard. Marek's eyes widened three times as he saw countless blades of wind slashing across the earth towards his army.

Rows of cavalry were struck by the wind blade, and in an instant, flesh and blood flew on the battlefield, and some of them were cut in two with men and horses, and their internal organs and blood were sprinkled all over the ground. The fallen horses and soldiers immediately became an obstacle to the cavalry behind, and in an instant, countless cavalry tripped over the corpse stumps in front of them......

An obvious break suddenly appeared in the cavalry camp that was sprinting, and the subsequent cavalry had to forcibly stop their advance, and the entire army formation suddenly fell into chaos. The stagnant army formation happened to encounter the rushing Elshira cavalry, because the wind blade was still in shock, and the Marek army was not able to react before it was violently attacked by the opposing cavalry.

Elshira's cavalry was like a black wave, which instantly swept the opponent to pieces, and most of them became the ghosts of Elshira's sword before they could figure out the situation. The screams of the soldiers and the neighing of the horses were mixed into a lament, but this did not make the Elshira army relent, and they continued to harvest each other's lives like cutting melons and vegetables.

(End of chapter)