Shaman from Afar

"Bairen-, go forward-!!!!!!"

With the loud voice of the Earl of the Fury, the Bain infantry knights, wielding heavy two-handed swords, stepped forward and entered the battlefield first.

Under the cloudless clear sky, the shadow of the Centaur on the far horizon was enough. The dense figure rolled up the smoke and dust, and countless iron hooves beat on the flat grass, towards the black lion flag of Byron.

"coming."

Salald, Earl of Bannergun, looked into the distance, full of vision, and swept down the Centaur army; looking back, he stared at Eckert beside him:

"It is the upper four flags of the Centaur tribe, and the members of the Baihe Banner; seeing the posture of the group of animals is not less than 30,000, I am afraid it is the entire strength of the entire flag!"

Frowning, Eckert nodded slightly, not much to say, but he couldn't help glancing back.

Just behind the Bain formation, the dwarf army from Silver Helmet is also slowly entering the battlefield ... maybe because of the "ethnic disadvantage", their speed is always much slower than that of the Bain army. .

It's just, really because of the "speed" problem?

"Do you think they are really credible?"

Also turning his head to look behind him, the young Earl Salald almost wrote the word "doubt" directly on his face: "Not long ago we had a fight with them, and the casualties were heavy; now we have to stand side by side with them. Combat, this is too ... "

Answering him, Eckert's long sword slammed.

"There is nothing to believe or not, this is war, this is the battlefield." The Earl of Fury Coldly turned his blade on his side: "I don't believe my comrades on the battlefield, it will only make you die faster!"

"As for why Byrne entered the battlefield first ... But we used the life and death of the elder and weak of the Silver Helmet Mountain dwarves, women and children to force them to fight for us; without standing first, how can we take some examples?"

Earl Salald's expression changed slightly, clenching his teeth, and slammed the tip of his two-handed sword into the dirt.

In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan to "rescue the main force of the trapped Boi", after consulting with everyone, Loren chose to divide the joint attack tactics and siege the Centaur from multiple battlefields and directions.

Of course, there is no way for him not to "divide into a joint attack"-Boye's main force is under siege, and the remaining rangers are scattered scattered on the prairie near Qiancheng City. It takes two to three days just to gather together time;

The army of the Silver Helmet dwarves is very close, but the two sides have just experienced a **** battle and suffered heavy casualties. It is a fantasy to want the two troops to cooperate on the battlefield.

As for the "Imperial Corps" ... not to mention that Loren was not qualified to mobilize the other party, if it was really His Majesty Eckhart II who personally enlisted, I am afraid that "who listens to whom" on the battlefield would then draw a huge Question mark.

As expected, after rapidly gathering troops, although the troops from all directions successively swept the enemy's patrol, they still exposed their targets, and the Centaur immediately launched a counterattack.

It's just that the strength of the counterattack is really unexpected-in order to block the dwarf army from the north to the north, the Centaur actually mobilized tens of thousands of troops directly, and it is still the elite force of one of the four flags.

At this moment, the dwarven legion behind him has not yet entered the battlefield, but the army of centaurs in front has already launched an offensive; a small number of Bain legions that were only responsible for "coordination" were instead caught in the center of the battlefield, and faced the impending attack Centaur army!

"They are going to charge!"

Under the shaking of the shaking ground, Earl Salald, who looked back suddenly, looked at the fierce, screaming battle of the Centaurs, his face pale:

"They are about to charge, what should we do, Master Ector ?!"

Counting the corners of his mouth tightly, the countenanced Count of Fury said nothing, even not giving him a look, and looked straight ahead.

Behind the Byrne Army, the dwarves were still adjusting their formations, preparing to enter the battlefield. It seemed that they did not care about the dead or alive posture of the Byrne Army.

"Sir Ector ?!"

With a deafening horseshoe, Earl Salald roared with hoarseness, and his eyes were extremely anxious: "We can't stop them alone, Master Eckert!"

"The dwarves didn't care about our life and death at all. They must have planned to betray Byrne from the beginning. The Duke must have been cheated by them. This must be the case!" The young count, his roar filled with restless anger:

"Give orders lightly, Count Eckert, the knight of Byrne must not be on this battlefield because of the enemy's conspiracy to die to death!"

At the next moment, the blade of Eckert's hand flickered, slashing Salald's cheek and lying across his shoulder.

"Master Ai, Eckert?"

The Earl of Fury looked at him quietly, and after a while, he spoke: "I'll ask ..."

"Are you afraid of dying ?!"

With a surprised look, Salald's eyes widened and he broke the words out of his teeth: "Not afraid!"

Eckert looked back slowly, glancing over the knights who were also standing in the same place behind him, his eyes widened: "So, are you afraid of death?"

"No--------!!!!"

"Then straighten your waist bars, even if you die here, don't embarrass the Duke and Byrne in front of the dwarves and centaurs!"

"Before the war, it was my order to maintain the position of the Bain army first; you are soldiers, and it is your duty to obey the order; do you plan to disobey the order and embarrass the Duke and Bain ?!"

"no way--------!!!!"

"Very good!" Eckert turned around, and the blade retracted from Count Salald's shoulder:

"Then show me!"

The sharp words echoed in his ears, his cheeks were ripped open, and Salard's face was covered with blood, but he didn't care if he was angry, staring at the enemy directly in front of him.

The hoof roared and the earthquake shook.

The screaming battle of the Centaurs has crossed the horizon, rushing to the forefront of the rough figures wielding long-handed axes and throwing guns, which are already clearly identifiable.

Looking at the looming giant waves, Earl Salald, who was familiar with cavalry, couldn't help but silently secretly ponder.

Eight hundred steps ...

Behind them, the dwarves who finally assembled into the army were still advancing in a trot, but their short legs with a "five-headed body", even if they ran, seemed to be different from the speed of human walking.

"Bairen--, break up--!"

Eckert's roar rang again, and the blade moved to the right:

"Meet the enemy-!!!!!!"

The words fell, and the knights wielding big swords with both hands spread out to both sides. The sharp blade of the snow flickered like bright silver under the clear sky, exuding a chill.

Five hundred steps ...

Salald looked solemnly at the centaurs who were about to rush up. Under the burly figure, it was chilling and bloodthirsty.

Momentum!

With his teeth clenched tightly, Salard looked at Eckert's back once more; the Earl of Fury, who stood in front of him from the beginning to the end, was steady and unmoved.

With a trembling grip on the hilt, the young Earl of the Citadel was desperate to calm himself.

Forget it, so be it.

It's a big deal!

Three hundred steps ...

Without the order of Eckert, the knights in the front row knelt on one knee uniformly, with the hilt in their hands fixed in the mud, and then lifted the blade like a spear; , With your hands on your right shoulder;

In Byrne's tactics, the knights confronted the enemy's cavalry in the form of infantry, and the chance to pick up the enemy and kill them only for a moment.

And at this moment ...

"Om —————— !!!!!!"

The roar of the tearing air suddenly sounded from behind the Baine formation.

Is that ... the sound of a crossbow?

Earl Salald raised his head almost subconsciously, looking at the sky above him, and then his eyes narrowed.

Innumerable arrows rose like a group of locusts, flew over the head of the Bain formation, and crossed an elegant parabola in mid-air.

The next second, accompanied by a piercing and sharp tearing sound, the overwhelming arrow rain came down head-on, instantly "spilling" in the charging centaurs!

"Puff puff--"

The screams and wailing sounded continuously, and the entire Centaur formation seemed to be washed away by the rainstorm. The arrow rain swept almost in pieces, and the crying Centaur stooped down and was immediately behind him. The Centaur on the charge stepped alive, and even the charge was on the line.

"Crossbow Arrow ?!"

Salal blurted out in surprise: "They planned it from the beginning ..."

Before he had finished speaking, the dwarf infantry trotting all the way through the gaps of the Bayern formation.

Just in the blink of an eye, thousands of dwarves with shields and war halberds have constructed new defensive positions, square arrays of a hundred-person team, separated by only two or three people in the distance.

If the Baine army is a war machine, then the dwarven army is a higher level, more sophisticated top-level armament-every soldier operates like a tightly-fitting gear, which is not visible to the naked eye. The slightest deviation.

A sharp whistle sounded, the dwarves behind the shield wall smashed the shield down neatly, the outstretched war halberd was stuck on the shield's gun frame, and the shoulder was pressed against the shield, then ...

"boom---!!!!"

A loud noise!

The dwarf shield wall standing on the spot was like a rock, and the front was hard against the Centaur's stormy storm.

The bones and bones were broken, the blood spewed, the sound of the sharp blade breaking, resounded through the sky!

Under the almost desperate charge of the centaur, the first soldiers on both sides of the shield wall almost completely died, and the people turned their backs.

Amidst the howling winds of war, the gruesome Centaurs were almost invulnerable and fearless to death, desperately hitting the dwarf's shield wall, even crossing the dwarf's front from the gap, by the impact With a long-handed axe in his hands, Li flew the dwarves into the air and fell **** the ground.

Then the battle axe fell and plasma splashed!

But that's all.

The Centaur, who had stiffly crossed the dwarven line of soldiers, had no time to fight back, and the crossbowmen hiding behind the shield wall penetrated the chest and head with a heavy crossbow, and fell silently on the grass.

I finally realized that the Centaurs who came into contact with the hard bones detoured back like a tide; the battlefield left was almost covered with the bones of both sides; many dying Centaurs were still desperately struggling until the dwarves came forward, using The spear tip at the end of the battle halberd penetrated their heads before finally swallowing.

Eckert, who was standing in the first row of the Bain formation from start to finish, looked blankly, watching the dwarf's formation with cold eyes, gradually falling like a trapezoid, and the running soldiers turned to the left and right, gradually on the battlefield in a clockwise direction Unfold

The U-turned Centaurs separated like flowing water, and the screaming shots continued to fall on the dwarf's shield wall, while trying to bypass the front of the dwarf with two wings.

But at the same time as the Centaur retreated, the two wings of the Silver Helmet dwarf, the left and right sides of the entire "trapezoid formation" had been fully opened, and quickly formed a new line of defense.

Just a moment of stalemate, the screaming Centaur once again launched a second charge-because the first charge compressed the space on the battlefield, if retreating at this time, only the enemy will take away the initiative of the battlefield, or It is the range of the arrow rain falling into the dwarven formation.

Only by rushing up and tearing their lines of defense can the current impasse be broken.

After a leader with a cross scar on his chest drank angrily, the retreated Centaurs completed the assembly again and roared to launch a new round of charge towards the wings.

Among the billows of smoke, countless iron rides rocked the ground; in desperate roar, they desperately moved to the side of the dwarven formation.

However, their enemies were not what they saw, and the dwarves who were waiting in line were reloading the infantry.

"Bairen-, go forward-!!!!!!"

The next second, Earl Salald, who wielded his two-handed sword, screamed and rushed out the dwarf's defense from the gap of the shield wall. The heavy sword dragged behind him, and suddenly the air suddenly sounded. lament.

"puff--!!!!"

The sword fell, and the gruesome young earl swung open the long-handled axe, and stepped back a few steps under the charge of the centaur, but stabbed the rough sword.

The crying Centaur looked at his chest in disbelief ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The rough sword ran through his torso, and the ribs, spine and organs were all crushed by the blade pierced from behind !

"I thought you really wanted to betray the Duke and watched us die."

The Earl of Fury said without looking back.

"Don't think we didn't think so, Lord Earn of Byrne." With a sneer, the dwarf Mihailo stepped forward:

"You benefactors have violated our homeland, trampled on our dignity, and killed our compatriots-the people of the Yunling Kingdom, and will never forget such hatred!"

"Yeah, just like the Bayerns can never forget that the dwarves have enslaved us for hundreds of tragic years."

Ike nodded in character and took it for granted: "We all have an unforgettable hatred, Byrne and the Yunling Kingdom ... We can be peaceful, but we can never be friends."

"It's just that we are ..." The dwarf Mihailo's eyes widened:

"There are common enemies!"