Chapter 1253: Attack of the Rock Empire

Sona really couldn't think of how her army would lose. She felt that when she broke into the enemy's barracks and fired at full fire for ten minutes, the enemy's 100,000 troops would not be far away from collapsing.

What's more, she knows that on her flanks, there are 1,000 combat puppet robots, and Harrod's special forces of interstellar paratroopers.

If you count 2 Type 99 main battle tanks and 10 heavy infantry fighting vehicles, her two wings can be described as inflexible.

On the front side, there are 2,000 orc warriors—they formed a square formation, not to mention the heavy armored cavalry. Even the prestigious giant horse cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire back then, the frontal attack would have to pay a heavy price.

"Stop!" Standing in an off-road convertible jeep temporarily allotted to her, Sona raised her arm and stopped her soldiers from advancing.

Because a black line appeared on the boundary between the hillside on the opposite side and the sky. This black line intermittently covered the hillside a little bit, and finally turned into a neat square array next to each other.

The sound of the horns in the distance one after another, those human phalanxes seem boundless, because the number of opponents has an absolute advantage-this time Fokker almost came out, a total of 50,000 elites in armor, and more than 13,000 cavalry. The mountains and plains pressed towards the city of Soth.

Some soldiers were left to guard the camp, and all the cavalry were handed over to the prince, where Fokker deployed a decisive battle.

He needs a quick fight, because after the city of Soth is captured, the army can't keep up with the supplies. Without actively seeking a decisive battle, this army can only live in tents in the wild hungry.

Of course, before he was very worried that his strategic intention of making a quick fight would be seen through by the opponent. If the opponent sticks to the city of Soth, it will be a hard fight waiting for him.

What he did not expect was that the opponent seemed more anxious than him, and he slew out of Soth on the same day, pushing the front to a small open space close to his camp suitable for large troops.

What makes Fokker even more pleased is that the opponent seems to have insufficient strength, and the number of troops invested in a decisive battle is very small.

Compared with the mountains and plains on his side, there are only three lonely small squares, and the distance between them is almost hundreds of meters.

This is definitely a taboo of military strategists! His heavy cavalry will use this wide distance of several hundred meters to penetrate the enemy's rear, and then surround their wings.

When his infantry is overwhelmed, he can easily overwhelm the opponent with their numbers, and wipe out these enemies who seem to have fewer than 5,000 in the wild.

"The flanking horse-traveling report did not see the kind of flying and fire-breathing monsters that the collapsed soldiers said." An officer riding a war horse pulled the reins and let the war horse roam around in place, loudly. Report to Fokker.

"Beat the drums! Blow the horn! The whole army continues to advance! We have to overwhelm the other side in momentum!" Fokker waved his hand forward very confidently, and commanded to the herald next to him.

Soon, the melodious horn sound echoed again, the dull war drum was also sounded, and the small plain immediately became noisy.

The opponent moved forward slowly, and the Construction Corps, which had already settled down, remained quiet. These orc warriors stood upright in this way, as if they were facing tens of thousands of ants instead of tens of thousands of enemy troops.

"Cut...it's a pity that they didn't bring the war drum, and their thing is also worthy of the drum?" With a sip, Iria pressed the long sword and glanced at the black phalanx that was constantly pressing in the distance.

"Make some noise! ​​Otherwise they think we are scared!" Shirley, the Mozu staff member who has been repairing her fingernails, blew the debris on her fingers and gave Alia a move.

Iria, who had already been unable to hold back, suddenly lit up her eyes. She pulled her throat and ordered loudly: "Taunting!"

The orc soldiers who had been standing still, immediately used their spears to knock on their shields.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" With the gradual and tidy beating, the sound of crisp metal collision overwhelmed the melodious horn on the opposite side, overwhelming the dull drums on the opposite side, and suddenly recovered her momentum.

"..." Hearing the harsh voice, Fokker's expression stagnated. He really hadn't thought that the opponent's phalanx of less than 2,000 people would crush his 50,000 aura.

He didn't speak for a long while, he just looked at his army slightly in a daze, and leaned a little bit towards the three weak phalanx in the distance.

"Stop! Stop forward! Let the archers move forward and focus on the Chinese army's phalanx!" Finally, Fokker remembered the fact that he was the commander of the battle, and he issued a new order: "To the prince Send an order to let him concentrate his forces and assault the opponent's left wing!"

"Yes!" The messenger pulled the reins, pinched his legs into the belly of the horse, and rushed towards the cavalry formation that was slowly advancing in the distance.

A few minutes later, the heavy armored cavalry who was strolling in the courtyard slowly began to accelerate forward, and at a faster speed, leaned against the left-wing phalanx of the Ailan Hill Empire.

Harrod looked at the picture returned by the drone hovering over his head, spit out the grass stick in his mouth, and smiled on his face: "The opposing cavalry is here! Ready to fight!"

Accompanied by his shout, the remote control machine guns on the two Type 99 main battle tanks were switched on, and the black barrels were slightly raised, aiming at the direction of the enemy's attack.

At the same time, the combat puppet robots in the foxhole pulled the bolts neatly, and after a slamming sound, the battlefield returned to peace.

On the front battlefield, the distance between the two sides was still getting closer. Fokker's archer had already crossed his infantry phalanx and came to the front.

They drew feather arrows from their waists, draped them on the longbow, and then raised the longbow high, pulling away the heavy bowstring.

"Do you want to fight back?" Shirley looked at Sona who was standing on the jeep and asked gently.

"Archer! Heavy arrows! Volley!" Sona turned her head slightly and ordered loudly behind her.

Behind her, a hundred elven warriors in armor and helmets raised their arms, pulling the bowstrings neatly, and then let go in an instant with confidence.

"Boom!" Behind the sound of bowstring vibration, there were countless dangerous sounds that made feather arrows break the wind: "Whoo!"

Both sides fired their bows and arrows almost at the same time, but it was clear that the bows of the elves were faster, farther, and more powerful.

That is the heavy arrow of the elves, not to mention the extraordinary armor-breaking effect, and the speed is extremely fast. So the first came first, and the archers of a piece of Rock Empire screamed and fell to the ground as the arrow rain fell.

Afterwards, the arrows, like raindrops, also fell into the square formation of the orc soldiers.