Chapter 380 Race against time

The battalion became a squadron, and the squadron became a squad.

The orderly infantry phalanx dispersed all of a sudden.

Fighting independently in a squad, with a longer front line and a larger contact area, dragged more enemies, and the consequence of doing so was that they were easily defeated one by one.

But Ed had no choice, they had sworn an oath when they joined the army.

"Everyone hold on!" Ed's eyes were firm and his face was solemn, looking at the group of enemies who were like mad dogs out of a cage. Those figures seemed to form a vast and vast tide, flooding from the front.

They had no formation and looked messy, but their momentum was extremely strong, and the surging seemed to be able to drown all vision.

"Unparalleled soldiers from the valley! Behind us is the City of Plenty!"

"Everything for the lord!" he said.

"Everything for the territory!" he said.

"Everything for the people!" he said.

Ed's voice became louder and louder, and it spread far away, even covering the sound of the enemy's charge.

He tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, and his muscles were tense.

The surging tide and the reefs against the tide had their first collision.

There was no random arrows fired, but the first thing that reached everyone's ears was a deafening roar.

Boom boom boom --

Thick white pungent smoke rose from the ground in an instant, like a hundred flowers blooming.

"There is a trap!" The mercenaries were shocked.

The people who rushed to the front clearly saw that the valley army ignited the rope buried in the ground, and then the rope ignited with flames, and the flames ran in both directions with them, and then a big explosion occurred in the crowd.

"That is the black magic of the blasphemer! Don't be afraid! The gods are shining on us!" The priest shouted in the back, raised the scepter inlaid with night pearls, and released a dazzling glow.

The mercenaries have heard of this.

The spell has thick white pungent smoke, which can release countless iron nails in an instant. Those affected will be killed or injured unless they are wearing armor.

It is called "Breath of Hell" by the Church.

But according to scholars' speculation, it should be a one-time and limited substance, like an arrow, which cannot be retrieved once used.

The experienced mercenaries had already expected it, so they quickly crossed the battlefield that released thick white smoke.

Although there were sporadic explosions in their ears, the power of the explosion was no longer important to the overall situation.

The tide submerged the reef in an instant!

"Kill!"

In this wilderness, hundreds and thousands of people launched a bloody and cruel fight.

...

Smoke and dust filled the air, people shouted and horses neighed, and shouts of killing shook the sky!

Jorah heard the enemy shouting, they also shouted, and the sound of weapons colliding, complex information impacted people's brains.

Mercenaries also have knights, who come from free riders and oath knights.

Experienced mercenaries from major mercenary groups gathered, and the Black Iron King provided armor to hastily build a knight troop for war.

But this force is not here to charge.

Although the valley army was scattered, the small units fought and coordinated well.

Shields formed a barrier, spears were like hedgehogs, and a team of twelve people cooperated with each other, leaving the mercenaries helpless.

Mercenaries were hired for wars, and they would fight for whoever offered the highest price, so they had rich combat experience.

But they had never seen such a difficult opponent in their lives,

wearing heavy armor, holding spears, and having superb fighting skills.

When a spearman stabbed a mercenary to death, the other mercenaries would take advantage of the opportunity to kill the spearman with an open door, and that person would be covered by the other spearmen and shieldmen and retreat to the safe rear.

Admittedly, some tactical actions seemed to have big flaws in normal times, but on the chaotic battlefield, few people could catch this flaw.

Even if they could catch the flaw, what would it matter?

The enemy had been waiting here for a long time, and there was plenty of time to prepare. They were all armored, all heavy infantry, with such a high armor coverage rate that even their faces were sealed in iron masks, and their figures were like cast steel.

Even in the face of a huge numerical disadvantage, they never retreated, with strong willpower and strong combat power, which was considered super standard among mercenaries.

They were undoubtedly qualified warriors!

It is said that Roman the Blasphemer had more than 10,000 such soldiers, just like the devil soldiers descended to the world!

Jorah could not imagine how strong the oppression of tens of thousands of heavy infantry formations was!

For a moment, he was actually worried about Lord Makol.

If he lost this battle, then the commission of the Black Iron King would have nothing to do with him anymore - he was a mercenary, who was defeated by the witch in the past and urgently needed a sum of money to make a comeback.

But in theory, the central army had the strongest troops and the most knights, and even if they could not defeat Roman on the front battlefield, they would not be defeated quickly.

After all, it was a battlefield with tens of thousands of people, and it was normal to fight from morning to evening.

As long as Makor can hold back the main force of the blasphemer...

Jorah secretly repeated: This is the last army of the blasphemer. If the blasphemer returns from the battle and sees the flags of the major mercenary groups on his City of Plenty, his morale will surely collapse.

"Warriors, don't get entangled with them! Our battlefield is ahead!" The leader of a mercenary group held up the "Wolf Head" flag, the leader of the cavalry force.

The lancers composed of mercenaries jumped out on their horses, bypassed the battlefield, and headed straight for the City of Plenty.

Although they are a ragtag army, they have been on the battlefield for a long time and have strong combat effectiveness.

Jorah's warhorse came from the plateau. It was a good horse that he bought for 23 gold coins, so he successfully became a member of this raiding force.

There is no time to waste!

Both sides are racing against time!

Ed splits a mercenary's head open with his machete.

He suddenly looked back and vaguely heard the galloping sound of those war horses. The sound was like a pack of wolves eagerly pounced on the lamb when they saw it. He was anxious and wanted to stop it, but was unable to do so.

His position is that of captain. He takes the lead and fights in the most dangerous places, constantly rescuing soldiers in distress. He used to be weak and was lucky enough to join the army. Now he is a third-level infantry knight.

But in front of some mercenaries, this is not a big advantage, because senior mercenaries have first- and second-level strength.

The River Valley Army is better equipped than the mercenaries, but they are at a huge disadvantage in terms of numbers, and they cannot kill the enemy with one hit. Once they are entangled, they can only watch the large mercenary troops passing by on the battlefield, as if they were scattered. Stones cannot stop the spread of the river.

"Kill!" The captain yelled with red eyes.

"Kill them, but don't let them hurt our families!!" Think Tank Yu Lun was also covered in blood.

Each team is led by a squad leader, but the two of them lead five squadron leaders to fight as a team to kill the enemy.

"Woo..."

The horn sounded. Ed perked up and heard that it was his own horn.

boom!

A heavily armored brigade slowly emerged from the top of the hills in the distance!

Weimar from the 7th Heavy Armored Battalion gasped and looked at the battlefield in the distance. They had traveled a long distance and suffered a great loss of physical strength, but they still rushed into the battlefield regardless of their own safety.

At the same time, Jorah and the leader of the Wolf Head Mercenary Regiment, who had just bypassed the battlefield, were galloping on the galloping road.

March quickly! Take time! rush! Victory lies ahead!

At this time, they encountered a cavalry force.

The enemy came from an inconspicuous trail and suddenly shot out from an oblique angle, blocking their way. The flag was a special symbol unique to the river valley.

Infantry against infantry.

Cavalry versus cavalry.

Thousands for the former and three hundred for the latter.

There is a great disparity between ourselves and the enemy. The heroic cavalry captain still shouted.

"Special Forces! Charge!"

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