Chapter 702: Crazy Hebrew, Careless Kyle

"end."

At Weilin's command, the army stopped and halted.

There was no noise in the army formation; it was terrifyingly quiet.

The vanguard was composed of the Black Rock Army, which had 30,000 men and was commanded by Carlisle and Ferry.

The central army consisted of 20,000 expeditionary troops and 10,000 crusaders, led by Greg.

The rear army consisted of 36,000 men from the Thousand Forts Army, led by Freeman.

As for the Ice Bear Knights and the Star-Moon Knights, they serve as mobile forces on both sides of the formation.

The flags fluttered in the strong wind and the feathers on the helmets fluttered in the wind.

The two armies were three kilometers apart. The soldiers in the front row had fighting spirit in their eyes. One side was fighting for military merit and wealth, and the other side was fighting to protect their families.

Weilin was wearing silver-white knight armor and had the sword of Anansi on his waist. He looked calm and said softly, "Let's get started."

As the war drums sounded, more than 10,000 archers of the Black Rock Army drew their bows and shot arrows at the enemy camp.

In the center of the army, the muzzle of the magic cannon was raised, and magic crystals were embedded in the grooves on the magic cannon platform, tilting energy balls towards the enemy.

At the front line of the Eighth Legion of the Western Expeditionary Army of the Kingdom of Geman, hundreds of soldiers turned into blood mist, and thousands of soldiers fell to the ground and died.

A general said, "Commander-in-chief, the sixth formation of the front army has been defeated."

Dobik narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. He issued an order in a cold voice: "The rear guard will kill the front guard. No one will be spared."

"Yes, Commander."

As the messenger's order was issued, more than a thousand soldiers behind the sixth formation raised their butcher knives and killed all the scattered soldiers in order to maintain the integrity of the army.

As the casualties increased, Dobik clenched his fists, looked at the few remaining archers, and gave the order to attack.

"The commander-in-chief has given the order: the front troops shall advance, and those who are behind shall be killed."

Faced with the glaring butcher knives of the central army, the 60,000 militiamen and 20,000 combat soldiers of the front army had no choice but to bite the bullet and start the charge.

Under the attack of feather arrows and magic cannons, thousands of soldiers fell on the way of attack.

"The front troops have engaged the enemy, the magic artillery troops cease their attack."

With the blessing of [Thousands of People and Thousands of Voices], Weilin's voice rang in the ears of officers from all units of the Black Rock Army.

In front of the battle line, Carlisle and Perry drew their weapons and led their troops to meet the enemy.

More than 100,000 people fought each other on an area of ​​dozens of square kilometers.

The overall strength of the Black Rock Army, which has undergone systematic training, is superior to the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Eighth Legion of the German Kingdom's Western Expedition.

Limbs flew everywhere and blood flowed like a river.

On the battlefield, the Ansa soldiers and the German soldiers were so angry with each other that they had forgotten why they were fighting.

"Accomplices of the devil, you will not have a good death."

Before a German officer died, he stared at the Ansa in front of him with his eyes wide open and roared loudly.

There was no fluctuation in the Ansa officer's eyes. He waved his hand to cut off the opponent's head and tied it around his waist.

He is the most loyal believer of the Goddess of Life. You pagans should just die obediently.

Two hours later, a large number of militiamen began to flee.

On the command platform, Dobik gave the order to kill the deserters with a grim look on his face.

Mercy does not control soldiers, and justice does not control wealth.

Thousands of fleeing militiamen and soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but fell under the swords and spears of their comrades.

At this moment, in the center of the 15th Army, Weilin directly ordered the Black Rock Army soldiers who disobeyed orders and fled without permission to be killed on the spot, and their heads were placed in front of the center of the army as a warning.

Looking into the distance, tens of thousands of enemies were sent to the battlefield.

Judging from their weapons and equipment, full body leather armor, and their imposing manner, they are undoubtedly an elite force.

"The Knights will attack from both wings. Except for the Crusaders who will stay in the center, the rest of the troops will go out."

Twelve thousand soldiers armed to the teeth walked out of the formation, with fighting spirit in their eyes, eager to step forward and reap their own military exploits.

"attack."

Greg drew his knight's sword and shouted an order.

More than ten thousand soldiers moved in unison, turning into a torrent of steel and rushing into the battlefield.

In order to stop the defeat, Dobik, the commander of the Eighth Legion of the Western Expeditionary Army of the Kingdom of Geman, had to send troops to the battlefield to resist the enemy's offensive.

"Commander-in-chief, more than half of our troops have been sent out. Now we only have 20,000 combat troops and 70,000 auxiliary troops left. We can't do anything. Please put the overall situation first."

A general came in front of Dobik, knelt on his knees, and proposed loudly.

Dobik, who was already mad with gambling eyes, suddenly turned his head, his eyes full of murderous intent. He was about to reprimand the other party, but he found that the ground was shaking.

"My lord, it's the enemy knights."

In the jungle, eight hundred knights of the Ice Bear Knights, led by Hebrew, transformed into a giant frost bear and headed towards Dobic's central army.

The thousands of soldiers blocking the road turned into blood mist under the fierce attack, dyeing the earth red.

Hebrew held the reins of the red phosphorus horse with one hand and looked at the low-level Holy Seal warrior in the distance with the other hand, his eyes filled with madness. He wanted to use the power of the entire knight order to fight the opponent.

Looking at the Ice Bear Knights who were still a thousand meters away, Dobic snorted coldly, summoned the Holy Seal, released the three-headed nine-seal war beasts, and galloped towards the Ice Bear Knights.

"Haha, come on, let me see what the difference is between you, a fake version of a soul warrior."

Hebrew laughed loudly, gathered all his strength, and rushed towards the other party.

Feeling the fluctuations on the battlefield, Kyle's figure disappeared from behind Weilin and appeared high in the sky, staring down, ready to see if the Hebrews can win. If they can't beat the opponent, it won't be too late for him to take action.

Weilin turned his head to look into the distance and said through gritted teeth, "Damn you, I'll make sure you're hung on the flagpole for seven days and seven nights when I get back."

He decided that after the war was over, he would hang the Hebrew kid, no matter how much anyone pleaded for him.

At this moment, Hebrew gathered the power of ice and frost, integrated the fighting spirit of the Knights into the ice bear, and rushed towards Dobic, a low-level warrior of the Holy Seal.

"collapse--"

Under the powerful impact, hundreds of soldiers from the Eighth Legion of the German Kingdom's Western Expedition were thrown into the sky and turned into pieces of flesh and blood under the contest between the two forces.

Under the siege of a low-level Holy Seal warrior and three nine-seal war beasts, the Ice Bear Knights gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Staring at the other person's face, Hebrew felt somewhat unwilling, but the gap in strength levels could not be bridged by talent.

At the right moment, Kyle summoned the Spear of Putlock and threw it behind him.

Sensing danger approaching, Dobic dodged and moved away into the distance.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the soul.

Looking down, he saw that his three war beasts were blown into pieces of flesh and blood, with only three heads left.

Looking up, Dobik's eyes were filled with anger: "I will definitely avenge this."

After he finished speaking, a ray of light flashed, and Dobic's figure disappeared on the battlefield.

"It's careless."

Looking at the enemy who had already fled, Kyle covered his face, feeling that he had been a little too arrogant recently and needed to reflect on himself.