Scene 222 A Distant Victory

Act 222: The distant victory

The difficult-to-advance front line has become intertwined. Although soldiers from the Grizzly Bear Territory and Gruszia have climbed onto the earth wall several times, the mercenaries' will to resist was stronger than every Eruin nobleman who was watching the battle. The attack was defused at the last moment several times, leaving Denel's army without any progress for two days and one night. The battle was extremely fierce, and the blood even flowed red in the Gris River. ＥNovel Network(wＷw.Ｅxiao ￠shuo.ｃＯＭ)

Pallas was unmoved. The knight general held his sword in his hand and guarded the entire battlefield like a cold death, stubbornly maintaining the pace of advancement. At this point in the war, there is no need to care about how many lives have been invested, because as long as we take another step forward, we will win.

The experienced general was looking for an opportunity to strike a final blow - the rebels' geographical advantage had been almost wiped out in the past day, but on the contrary, the army that was attacking in rotation had maintained high morale - suddenly his eyes lit up slightly. .

Pallas raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction: "Let Sir Wade go up. Don't ask for my orders. He will see where he should attack-!"

The herald was speechless for a moment, 'Is there anyone who conveys orders like this? ’ This unnamed little man even suspected that the lord was dizzy after not sleeping all night, but when he raised his head, what he saw was a pair of firm and strong eyes.

That's confidence——

"I understand, my lord." The herald bowed.

Tiger Bird whistled and gathered the people around him. "Did you see that side?" He asked, pointing to a corner of the forest on the other side of the river. Everyone saw a flaming red swallow-tailed flag appearing in that direction, several spears passed through the canopy, and then a whole team was covered in red. Armored cavalry appeared at the edge of the forest.

"Red Banner Cavalry, that is Jean Denel's private army." A mercenary recognized it immediately.

"How generous!" Another mercenary spat bitterly, with blood in his phlegm.

"How high is the combat effectiveness?" Huque asked.

"The first-level soldier, the mount is a ferocious horse, a light cavalry, the average strength is in the upper reaches of the Black Iron -" Beside him, a tall and thin elf with gray-blue skin and long ears answered. Unlike the others, he was also Bran. One of the many mercenaries summoned. ＥNovel Network(wＷw.Ｅxiao ￠shuo.ｃＯＭ)

"Hmph, a 'light cavalry' covered with armor!" Huque tutted twice.

"The horse has no armor;

They are indeed light cavalry in terms of load-bearing status and mobility. They are equipped with the Hazel's three-eyed blunderbuss, and they still have considerable long-range attack capabilities within a certain distance, allowing Denel to place a large price on this army. "The elf replied.

"What did the Lord say?" Huque asked in a low voice.

The latter nodded.

"They want to attack our left wing. The left wing is composed of mercenaries under Kerencia. They are already showing fatigue. The other party's eyes are very vicious." Huque turned around and stretched out his finger to point to the others. : "It's a pity that there is no reason to make it easy for our old knight. Let's deal with these cavalry. What about you?"

In addition to his own people, he looked at the other mercenaries present. These mercenaries were all elites selected from various regiments. They were at least at the peak of Black Iron. There were not many in number, only forty or fifty. This squadron had a hundred people a day ago, and the intensity of the battle was evident.

"Killing one is enough." Everyone laughed.

More and more cavalry emerged from the forest on the other side of the river, and soon reached the number of two to three hundred. Wade sat on the horse and looked at his men with satisfaction - this is the model of Eruin's most elite army. , even compared to the White Lions of the royal family - although there are only two squadrons accompanying him in this war, he is confident in leading these people to defeat all enemies standing in front of him.

The cavalry began to cross the river amidst rapid whistles. Their sudden appearance certainly attracted Medissa's attention. The Silver Elf Princess stood at the highest point of the battlefield. Following her gaze, the arrow rain seemed to be an extension of her will. Arrived as expected.

The arrows fell into the river water, causing fierce splashes, but it was difficult for bows and arrows to cause fatal damage to these red-armored cavalry. The cone-shaped arrow clusters often lost their impact after passing through the deck. Some riders carried three or four The arrows can still maintain the formation; Sir Wade is not surprised by this. Equipment is an important criterion for measuring the combat effectiveness of an army. The red flag cavalry are equipped with arrow breastplates, which can greatly weaken the power of long-range attacks—— In his opinion, this made up for the biggest shortcoming of the light cavalry. ∏∈Ｅ∏∈Novel∏∈.net, www.exiaoｗｈｏｏ.ＣｏＭ

However, this noble knight never dreamed that his enemies would be so diverse. The mercenaries were inherently complex, and the adventurers came from all over the world. Wei De felt a little proud just now, but he didn't know that several elf archers in the forest had already locked onto this eye-catching cavalry.

"Hanno, you are on the left and I am on the right." On a tree about a hundred or two hundred meters away, an elf covered in grass held a long bow and handed a green arrow to the human ranger behind him.

"Those two?"

"Those two."

Two strings sounded in the forest. The red flag cavalry had just entered the forest on the south bank, and the two men fell off their horses like a piece of wood. Sir Wade was shocked. When he turned around, he discovered that both of his men were shot by arrows in the movable parts of the armor at the throat, and died on the spot. He only felt the hair on his hair stand on end, and turned around and shouted: "There is a sharpshooter, be careful!"

A true marksman is the nightmare of all heavily armored units, because thick armor looks like nothing to the opponent, and his armor-piercing arrows can always hit the weakest and most deadly parts; he is only professional in ordinary armies. Archers are valuable, not to mention sharpshooters who can move with a hundred steps. Lords often spend a lot of money to hire such people, but Weide knows that the truly powerful marksmen are almost all elves and rangers, and these People love freedom more.

Thinking of this, the gentleman couldn't help but cursed in his heart. Where did the bloody rebels come from? They were druids, rangers, and elves. Is this the Forest Alliance? Or are they actually fighting a holy war? The thought of the November War made his hair stand on end.

"Over there!" The red flag cavalry still kept moving forward evenly in the forest. Movement within the attack range of the marksman was life. These cavalry were experienced veterans who naturally understood this, and soon they discovered that traces of the enemy.

Not far away, a figure was moving quickly on the dark brown earth wall tangled with vines.

The slender elf with blue-gray skin kept his head buried behind the wall and kept moving. He soon got close to the group of knights. The elf stopped to observe, with a calm light in his narrow pupils. Then while keeping moving, he leaned out half of his body from behind the wall and raised his longbow.

"It's the Elf Archer!" The cavalrymen screamed as soon as they saw the opponent's archery posture. They immediately took off their bucklers from their saddles and raised them high to cover their throats. For children, the Elf Archer is a fairy tale. The marksman in the game, and for soldiers on the battlefield, the elf shooter is a nightmare as an enemy.

Especially the blue-grey skin, the wind elf, and the wilderness runner.

In a well-hidden trench not far away, Huque, who had been lurking here for a long time, stuck his head out to take a look in the distance, and then retracted. He gestured to the others: "They are all veterans."

"It's a pity it's useless, hehe." A cruel smile flashed across the pupils of the mercenaries, which seemed to have become gray due to years of fighting, and they really laughed.

It's really useless.

With a ray of white light, the arrow penetrated directly through the center of the buckler in the cavalry's hand, penetrated the unlucky man's neck, and then hit the breastplate of the cavalry behind him with flying blood. There was a loud bang, and the second cavalryman flew directly off the horse.

Then the first cavalryman turned over and fell off his horse without saying a word.

"Silver Archer!"

For a moment, Wade almost thought that he had fallen into a huge trap. The blue-gray figure on the city wall had stopped, and now he transformed into a fort - but to our Sir, it was more like a god of death - -Every time the blue-gray-skinned elf raised his long bow, at least one of the red-flag cavalry who maintained an assault in the forest fell off his horse;

Wei De only felt that he was in trouble, but he was still an excellent commander after all. He immediately drew his sword and swung it forward and ordered decisively:

"Lean over and suppress that guy with your gun!"

The destructive power of the silver-level marksman is really terrifying. By the time he shoots two arrows per second, his morale will probably collapse first.

The sharp arrows whizzing in the forest became a talisman for a while, but at this moment the red flag cavalry also showed their strength as elites. Even under such circumstances, the cavalry still maintained high morale. Assault, and is about to enter the shooting range of the handgun.

Sir Wade breathed a sigh of relief.

He asked the cavalry to raise their spears high so that the red flag could wave in the forest. Victory seemed to be at hand. As long as they bypassed the defense line, they could give these rebels a decisive blow from the side and rear.

It’s just a pity that we are so far away, and victory can only be seen in the distance——

Huque snapped his fingers to everyone: "It's our turn to perform."

The uneven ground of the forest was covered with dead leaves from autumn and dotted with snow. However, at this time, a row of 'straw men' suddenly stood up from among the dead leaves.

Of course, they were not straw men, but mercenaries who were disguised perfectly.

Wei De's heart skipped a beat and he felt his heart sinking. "It's a knight!" The red flag cavalry suddenly panicked. Tiger Bird licked his lips, took a step forward and threw a hand ax that was spinning in mid-air.

Time seems to stand still.

He watched a cavalryman fall on his back in response, while another cavalryman was passing by him with a long spear. The tiger duck slightly dodged, raised the heavy sword in his left hand, and opened a long line on the side of the unfortunate man's waist. Long opening.

Rose-colored blood and warm white mist sprinkled a string of crystal pearls in mid-air.

The cavalryman screamed and took advantage of the horse's inertia to rush forward a few steps before falling sideways to the ground. Sir Wade looked at this scene in horror. They were indeed knights. At least the first few people had the strength of Silver.

Hope is like a fragile crystal statue falling to the ground and falling into pieces.

"Fuck the rebels!" The noble knight suddenly felt a little sad, but he did not retreat, but raised his sword. Mr. Sir's eyes showed a decisive light, and he rushed towards Huque: "Die!"

A long arrow passed through his throat.

On the earth wall, the elf put away her long bow.

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