The disasters falling from the sky still show no signs of stopping.
You can't see where the enemy is, and you can't see what the attack is. Even the most intelligent magicians in the coalition forces - if they still have the ability to think at this moment - want to There is no other spell that can hit so far, be so powerful, and not feel the slightest fluctuation of mana before hitting it. This simply goes against the common sense of magic!
In fact, until the continuous shells fell on their heads and the entire open land was turned into scorched earth, only a few people realized that they were being "attacked", and more people Still unaware that the battle had actually begun, or even that it was Cecil's power that was killing them.
They were bombed, crushed, and vaporized in a daze. In the last few brief moments of their lives, they could not even think of this disaster that was like a punishment from heaven and what they were doing. What is the connection with "Cecil's Expedition"?
It wasn't until almost all the soldiers in the front were wiped out and the knights were dead that the only remaining mages, knights and priests reacted, or guessed the incredible thing in front of them. What is the reason for hell? Someone yelled wildly and loudly: "The Cecil people! The Cecil people are attacking!!"
But the roar was as weak as the sound of mosquitoes in the continuous explosions. Soon, the owner of the roar disappeared into a new explosion crater along with his voice, and more people were killed by the shock wave when the shell exploded.
Those who failed to keep up with the large army due to slow movement were lucky. They fell behind due to lack of discipline, and witnessed the nightmare on the plains on the mountain road of Gravel Ridge. I saw the powerful knights and mages of the past rolling around in the "sky fire explosion", crawling on the ground holding their stumps and broken arms. The vanguard of thousands of people was wiped out in a few breaths. Those who were lucky enough to survive Terrified, they soon encounter an equally deadly threat.
The war horse was frightened.
The horses of the knights have been trained to maintain a certain degree of calmness in the face of magic explosions created by mages, but this training obviously has its limits, intensive artillery bombardment and the occasional few The fireball technique was obviously something completely different. The explosion on the battlefield exceeded the limit that the war horses could withstand, and more deadly chaos broke out among the coalition forces.
The frightened and out-of-control horses began to carry their masters and rampage through the military formation. The frightened noble private soldiers immediately lost the suppression of the noble knights, and each one started to retreat with panic and shouts. Fleeing, the few nobles and their knights who still had the courage shouted loudly in the chaos, trying to re-organize order with their own authority, but soon they were overturned by the horses under their crotches. On the ground, at least one-third of the people were trampled to pulp by the wildly running horseshoes and iron boots in the next few minutes, and the remaining people were carried by the fleeing soldiers and ran all the way on the mountain road -—
But there are still troops coming up behind them who don’t know the truth.
The coalition's front was stretched too long. When the leading troops were wiped out by the artillery bombardment, the soldiers in the middle and rear sections were still on the mountain road of Gravel Ridge. They heard the sound coming from the distance. The loud explosion was thought to be the usual spring thunder that was echoing in the mountains. Most of the superstitious southern soldiers believed in one thing, that is, the spring thunder meant a bad omen, especially when the spring thunder sounded and they could not stay in the mountains. , otherwise they would be turned into rocks on the top of the mountain - so the following troops accelerated their pace and collided with the troops in front who were trying to retreat.
One side is desperately trying to escape, and the other is still moving forward. All the noble private soldiers are using different flags, orders, and even speaking dialects from different places. Huge chaos is happening on the mountain of Gravel Ridge. An explosion erupted on the post, and the bewildered soldiers were dragged around by the crowd. Some were pushed back to the apocalyptic plain, while some rolled down the cliff in the chaos, shaking the sky. Explosions and screams and cries finally began to spread towards the gravel ridge. I don't know who shouted first, "The battle is lost in the front!", causing the chaos to completely erupt to a fatal level.
Viscount Carroll was forced back by the front troops. Now he has no idea what happened in front. He only vaguely heard someone mentioning that it was related to those thunders and that he had gone crazy. The soldiers ran and shouted that Cecil had 10,000 great magicians, instantly destroying Count Horsman and the entire regiment led by him. These crazy news and the fact that the coalition forces were fleeing hit the poor viscount's heart, and he While trying to maintain balance on the horse, he moved to the north under the protection of the knights. His brain was so confused that he couldn't think at all.
The mighty coalition army has completely disintegrated, falling apart like a broken plate. The knights and noble lords tried several times to reorganize order, but in the end they could only go with the large army. There was nothing that could be done except running back. In the middle of the gravel ridge, more than twenty surviving nobles and their followers were scurrying around like headless flies. Carroll looked around in panic. , and saw that less than half of the people who could keep up with him were left - the remaining people either fell down the hillside or were scattered by the swarming crowd.
But slowly, Viscount Carroll found that the fleeing people had gathered together again. In the team, he found a somewhat familiar flag with the emblem of the Gulen family on it.
Countess Ropenny Glen galloped out from the crowd. She was surrounded by a group of strong guards who looked calm and reassuring. She came to Viscount Carroll and said loudly: "Follow me quickly - I have gathered a group of people! Let's run to the northeast!"
The countess's high tone and simple and straightforward way of speaking are not like a nobleman at all, and lack enough decoration. There were words and embellishment at the end, but at this moment, Viscount Carroll felt extremely kind and reliable. He immediately rode up to follow, while still remaining loyal to the person behind him.Cheng's knights shouted loudly: "Follow, follow the flag of the Gulen family! Ignore the militia and serf soldiers!"
Outside of Gravel Ridge, far away from the battlefield On the high ground, a cleverly camouflaged tower was hidden in the canopy of several giant trees. On the observation post at the top of the tower, a soldier wearing Cecil's standard armor put down the telescope in his hand.
The soldier turned his head and said to his colleagues behind him: "Signal, three red and two yellow."
After a moment, several small specially made light grenades were launched into the sky, and Several colorful puffs of smoke burst out in the sky.
On the windward hill, a messenger ran to Philip: "Sir, the observation post has sent a signal - half of the artillery hit, and the enemy has begun to flee."
"The result is nothing at all. Didn't they use minefields and close defense positions... They are indeed a bunch of rabble," Philip couldn't help but shook his head, "Forget it, cease fire after the heavy artillery hits this base, and send a signal to the second group to let them bite the enemy. , don't let people run away."
After the messenger left, Philip sighed slightly: "Although the signal flare is a good thing, it can only convey such a simple content...No. I know when the communication device that Master Kamel mentioned before will be tested..."
After sighing, the young knight raised his head and looked at the Kant knights and the first team they led. The place where the Second Corps stayed.
Ward and his men have not yet come to their senses.
The continuous roaring of the huge accelerating cannon, the orderly instructions and execution, the constant low-pitched explosions from far away, war, is completely different from the form they know.
This is not like a "battle" where knights and warriors fight each other face to face, but rather like some kind of running machine... just like the mechanical clocks made by those skilled craftsmen.
The Cecil Corps flips switches with precision, the artillery fires with precision, the enemy dies with precision—run and get the result.
Until this moment, Margarita and her fellow knights realized why the lord did not need the Second Corps and the Kant Knights on the battlefield...for them who were not even proficient in using ray guns. Speaking of which, going to such a battlefield would only cause chaos.
But just when the Kant knights were in shock and self-doubt, Philip came among them.
"Knights, don't you want to participate in the battle - now the task for you is down."
Wald Peric looked at Philip in confusion: "Us? Isn’t it over already?”
“Who said the war will end when the enemy retreats?” Philip laughed, “Before setting off, the lord said to me - the enemy has Right to open fire, but it is up to us to decide when to cease fire. Count Horsman previously sent a letter of challenge to Cecil, and now Cecil will respond to his challenge in his own way... Knights, get in order.Take care of your troops and join the First Corps to pursue the invading enemy. ”
Although I always feel that something is wrong in these words, the Kant knights who finally got the chance to perform will not care about these details - the opportunity of thousands of people chasing tens of thousands is not so easy to come by.
They immediately ran excitedly to select their troops and prepare to lead the army.
When a mighty 50,000-strong coalition suddenly appeared in the Gravel Ridge area. When the army was defeated and a farce of a grand escape began, another army gathered at the call of Count Horsman had no idea of the terrible fate that had befallen their northern brothers.
Pumpy. Count Frannin Peppo stood on the bow of the boat, using the cool breeze on the river to dispel the trance and dizziness caused by last night's hangover. He looked at the large and small warships on the river not far away, thinking that there were 20,000 people there. As he rushed to the front line under his command, he couldn't help but feel high-spirited.
Earl Peibo was not a very prestigious person in the South, but his family was here. The land has been passed down for a long time. In fact, as early as the Cecil era, the ancestors of Earl Pepper were already local nobles here. During the great turmoil a hundred years ago, the Pepper family relied on timely standing in line to protect themselves. Although Cecil was still inevitably involved in some of his titles and fiefs, his reputation and influence were not as good as before, but at least the surname Peibo was still the surname of the earl.
Francing. ?Pebo's vision has always been to revive the family's glory, to regain the voice of the name Peibo in the South, and to gain influence consistent with his title of earl.
Now, he feels that the opportunity has come.
When Count Horsman promoted the "Magic Network", he provided strong support and provided money and effort to help Karloff Horsman build the Magic Network to various places in the south. When the count called for troops, he was the first to respond, and used all the river boats accumulated by his family for generations to serve as "warships." It turned out that his investment was worth it.
He finally had it. These 20,000 people have the opportunity to lead a coalition army to gain fame as a count.
As long as he can open up the road from the White Water River to Cecil's territory, Count Horsman's army will be able to defeat him. By ensuring the safety of the Baishui River before heading south, he can make the name Peibo famous in the south again.
(Life is like liver!)