More troops are not necessarily better. Twin Cities's 100,000 troops walked for one day and only traveled ten miles.
His Highness Hernan, who had never had any command experience, failed to realize the seriousness of the matter when faced with the result that three hundred people died just after dawn.
"I have an army of 100,000, what does it mean if 300 slaves die?"
He didn't understand command, but he was educated and knew the huge difference between one hundred thousand and three hundred, so he didn't care.
"Keep going!"
He ordered loudly, and at the same time arranged for the Extraordinary Legion - Death Legion of Count Kantra to guard him. Although Witch Ghost Legion of Grand Duke Leta was more powerful, he was not willing to get too close to Witch Ghosts. Even among the one hundred thousand army, the Witch Ghosts army was at the back.
One hundred thousand people were walking in confusion. If the terrain hadn't been flat, the army would have been broken into several sections.
Hernan couldn't see this kind of thing, not only him, but also other people in the army of 100,000 people. But when Griffin Legion arrived at the end of the sky, all the contradictions in the army of 100,000 people appeared.
"Griffin Legion is here!"
On their march, Griffin Legion had already launched an attack. Facing the Magical Beast monster with claws as big as their own heads, the soldiers were extremely frightened. Of course, the soldiers at the front were not willing to be the first to face this terrifying enemy and ran toward the rear.
At this moment, the advancing army fell over a large area. The soldiers in the front retreated, the soldiers in the rear advanced, and the soldiers in the middle suffered.
They stood unsteadily, and the most important thing was that the roar of the Griffin Legion above their heads frightened everyone. The knights roared one after another, but the soldiers at the bottom didn't know whose orders to follow. They watched others flee for their lives, so they followed instinctively.
In just ten seconds, the 100,000-strong army fled on a large scale, and some soldiers fled directly to both sides.
Hernan turned pale and looked at the wave in front of him rushing toward him. He yelled angrily, but his voice could not be heard beyond a hundred meters.
Among Kingdom Allied Forces, Extraordinary Legion, the first enemy they faced was one of their own.
For example, Count Kantra and Death Legion, before they had time to put on armor or pick up weapons, they saw tens of thousands of people in front of them rushing toward them. Even extraordinary knights could not help but turn pale at this moment.
"Why are you still standing there? Let them face the front, the front!"
"Let them attack, no, defend!"
Hernan was roaring, watching his army of 100,000 collapse in an instant. Even Griffin Legion in the sky had not launched an attack at this moment.
Someone heard his words, and the roaring sound spread throughout the army, but it still could not stop the army in front from retreating.
They didn't dare to face the powerful Griffin Legion. These soldiers were just slaves at best a few days ago. They would be afraid of more ferocious dogs, let alone those Griffin.
Finally, tens of thousands of soldiers began to squeeze Extraordinary Legion's camp. The dense soldiers rushed over. The knights in front were scattered by a large number of soldiers after resisting for the first few seconds.
"Kill!"
"Don't care who they are! Anyone who dares to come near the camp will be killed!"
Finally, Death Legion's strong man, a Sanctuary Knight, roared, and the knights who did not wear armor but took up weapons began to kill these soldiers.
At this time, Sky-rank's Griffin Legion also launched an attack. The huge Griffin landed on the ground in groups, grabbed the soldiers and carried them to the sky amidst the latter's screams of fear. The knights on their backs had already waved their weapons, harvesting the lives of the surrounding soldiers who had their backs turned to them at the moment they landed.
The incomparable chaos on the entire battlefield gradually evolved into a massacre of ordinary troops by a few Extraordinary Legion.
This sudden attack threw the 100,000-strong army into disarray. If Griffin Legion was given time, they might be able to annihilate the entire 100,000-strong army here.
The chaotic battlefield lasted for two hours but ended with the intervention of powerful extraordinary beings. Griffin Legion did not want his losses to be too great. Every Griffin was expensive, and the knight on its back seemed cheap in comparison.
Griffin Legion left, but the 100,000 troops in the same place were not over.
The area around Witch Ghosts, which had drunk the blood of its own people, was empty. No soldiers dared to approach there. Countless soldiers on the vast plain looked around hurriedly. The people around them seemed to be their own people, but they didn't recognize any of them.
They tried to find the knight who led them, so they walked through the already broken battlefield, making this land look particularly busy.
Ever since the appearance of the Griffin Legion, the 100,000-strong army has not organized any resistance. Including those Extraordinary Legion, they are busy cleaning up the "alien" in their ranks, and there is no broad land for them to directly face those Griffin Knights who fell from the sky.
Perhaps using a plate of loose sand to describe them is considered a compliment.
"How could this happen?"
Hernan looked at the chaotic battlefield. Although he didn't understand it very well, he also understood that his army of one hundred thousand people was easily defeated by the Griffin Legion's charge.
He didn't understand why this was the case. He obviously had an army of 100,000, and he only needed to attack one after another to bring King victory after victory and countless prestige.
How could you lose?
"How could you lose?!!"
He questioned the extraordinary knights around him. This failure was a shame for him Hernan. If nothing else happened, his evaluation in front of King would drop another level!
Even, the inherited status may be threatened.
Hernan looked at Anla of the Leta Family, and he asked loudly:
"Why can't you Leta Family deal with those Griffin Knights?"
"This is all your responsibility. King ordered you to kill those Griffin, but you didn't do it at all!"
Hernan rebuked loudly, seeming eager to put the blame on the Leta Family.
"His Highness Hernan, my army has not yet come into contact with the Griffin Legion. On the contrary, your army of one hundred thousand is so fragile that it easily died in front of the Griffin Legion."
Anla will not give Hernan a good look. He is not only Legion Commander of the Witch Ghost Legion, but also a powerful Legendary. There are only a few Legendarys in the kingdom.
"You want to put this responsibility on me, Leta Family, which makes no sense."
Hernan's face turned pale, and it took him a moment to realize that he wanted to win over Leta Family.
"This matter... indeed has nothing to do with the Leta Family, it is..."
He couldn't think of a reason, but Legion Commander belonging to the Death Legion and Sanctuary Knight belonging to the Kantra Family spoke.
"This is a command error, His Highness Hernan. You don't seem to have any talent for military command."
He said it directly because he was angry in his heart. The reason for his anger was of course that more than twenty soldiers of his Extraordinary Legion died in the hands of his own people. In addition, because of the impact of the army, Death Legion was unable to fully assemble. Griffin Knights's falling from the sky caused his soldiers to lose more, more than two hundred people.
In his opinion, this was Hernan's command error. His inability to control and command an army of 100,000 people led to such a devastating failure in the war.
"I..."
Hernan looked pale, and he would never admit that this was his problem.
An army of 100,000 people failed on the road before they actually saw the enemy.
"I was sent by King to supervise Noble Allied Army. How can this be my responsibility?!"
He gritted his teeth and said that the failure of command must never be admitted, even if it is unreasonable.
Of course, he didn't think it was unreasonable.
In addition to a large number of knights, there were also some nobles. At this moment, everyone looked at Hernan with a strange look.
These glances made Hernan's face stiff and cold, and he patted the royal robe on his body.
"What are you doing! Our war has not failed, it's just that MacReynolds shamelessly attacked us!"
He took a deep breath, convinced of his answer.
"Yes, it was their sneak attack that caught us off guard. We did not fail, we were just attacked."
The nobles and knights finally went to stabilize the huge and bloated army, leaving the embarrassed Hernan at a loss.
For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
"Your Highness, perhaps we should find a suitable commander."
Baron Huffman walked up to Hernan at some point and said in Hernan's ear.
Hearing this, Hernan looked at Baron Huffman with annoyance. Just as he was about to scold him, he heard Baron Huffman continue:
"If you win this war and put down the rebellion of MacReynolds, you will be the well-deserved king of the kingdom. Even King cannot deprive you of your qualifications."
"But you have also seen that Griffin Legion is surprisingly powerful. We need an extremely good commander to win the war."
Hearing this, Hernan couldn't help but realize his own shortcomings.
He didn't want to admit it, but these facts couldn't be changed. He asked with a hot face:
"Who do you think is suitable? Legendary from the Leta Family? Impossible, the noble army will not allow a Witch Ghosts to become its commander."
"Knight McKaru of Canterlot? He is just a mud-legged person. How can he become the commander of the army? Karni of the Battalia Family? He has never commanded an army, and he is not even comparable to me."
Huffman said:
"Baron Williams Maybe."
"Williams?"
Hernan thought for a long time before he came up with this Baron who was following the army.
"Him? His army is less than 200 people. Is it okay to let him command an army of 100,000 people?"
"Baron Williams's bloodline is inherited from the ancient William Family. The education he received contains a lot of military knowledge. At present, it seems that he is the most suitable."
"As the commander-in-chief, let Baron Williams assist you in commanding the army. If there are any problems, just disqualify him."
Hernan thought for a moment, and then laughed.
"That's right, you can do this. Go call Baron Williams to come over."
Baron Huffman left and came to a corner of the army. Here was the team of Baron Williams. Compared to the chaos and noise in other places now, it was surprisingly quiet here.
Huffman was walking among them, and the soldiers around him looked at him calmly, watching him arrive, watching him walk through the team to where Baron Williams was. During the whole process, the soldiers did not make any sound, not even breathing.
The soldiers' stiff gazes made Huffman's skin crawl, and he walked to Baron Williams's side.
Sensing the arrival of someone, Baron Williams ended his contemplation with his eyes closed and turned his head. There seemed to be flames in his eyes, reflecting the shadow of Baron Huffman.
"The fire of the Lord leads you into the great Kingdom of Heaven."
Williams said, and Huffman also became pious at this moment.
"The glory of the Lord takes the form of fire and cleanses the world from its filth."
"Praise my Lord."
"Twilight testifies to the devout faith, Baron Williams, I have recommended you to become the commander of this army."
Williams finally smiled.
"Baron Huffman, you should call me Bishop Williams."
"Sorry, Bishop Williams."
The bloated army finally took action again on a new day. Baron Williams was indeed a capable man. He divided the army into ten parts and advanced in batches.
There was finally no congestion, and several attacks by the Griffin Legion failed to cause too many casualties.
In the eyes of Hernan, this was a huge victory. They finally reached the edge of MacReynolds's territory, the town that was originally massacred by Witch Ghosts.
"I will attack our enemies at the third sunset, Your Highness, and victory will be yours."
Williams saluted Hernan, who waved his hand in a somewhat presumptuous manner.
"Go, Baron Williams, I believe you will bring me victory."
"Of course, after defeating the powerful Grand Duke "Wind Emperor", my blood also boils under Twilight."
Hernan did not hear the difference in Williams's words and handed over most of the power to Williams.
The first thing Baron Williams did after gaining power was to take charge of the food distribution of this huge army.
"The army's food needs to be protected, and we must be alert to the Griffin Legion's attacks on our food and grass."
This reason is recognized by most people.
In the next three days, Williams personally led his soldiers to inspect the distribution of food.
Against the background of Fire Clouds, Williams's expression was pious, and he couldn't help but smile when he looked at the soldier who drank the wheat porridge.
"Twilight is like a flame burning your cold heart, and the Lord will lead your soul into Kingdom of Heaven."
He came to the soldiers and spoke in a low voice to each soldier without feeling tired at all.
The soldiers raised their heads, not understanding what the noble man meant, and could only look in awe.
"You will dance in Twilight, a bright red dance to please our Lord, who will lead you into the burning Kingdom of Heaven."
Twilight's moment came, and Williams ordered the army to attack the front, where a large number of enemies were already waiting.
Although the army of one hundred thousand had encountered several previous attacks, it was still a huge number. The dark army on the ground launched an attack on the noble flags on the opposite side.
There is a defense line built by MacReynolds soldiers on the ground. The coalition forces are running on the open battlefield. They look at the dense army lineup in front of them, their eyes full of fear.
But what was even more frightening was that their bodies seemed to be disobedient and they rushed forward desperately.
They are afraid of the coming of death, but their bodies are excited for the coming war and blood.
The soldier at the front had a look of fear on his face, because he saw the huge pits in front of him. They wanted to stop, but their legs were running forward. At a certain moment, they fell forward, and the sharp wooden thorns in the pits were clearly reflected in their eyes.
"Ah!!!"
Screams were transmitted, followed by more screams, but the soldiers at the rear charged frantically toward the front as if they didn't hear them.
Their bodies filled the holes, allowing the soldiers in the rear to walk on flat ground.
The Fire Clouds overhead was brilliant, and the Twilight ground was covered with countless blood, burning like bright red flames on the battlefield. The moment the armies of both sides collided, the Baron Williams behind them let out intoxicating groans.
"Lord, your devout servant calls your name. I hope that the Twilight in front of you is enough to please your attention."
"Twilight, everything is your believer."
The Fire Clouds in the sky became more and more vivid. On the earth, the fighting on the battlefield resulted in countless deaths. The soldiers belonging to MacReynolds were shocked and frightened.
Because opposite them, they could clearly see the desperate and frightened eyes and expressions of their enemies, but underneath this frightened expression was a suicidal attack.
They didn't seem to know how to use their hands, or how to resist the thrusting spears. They just danced their hands randomly, not caring even if their bodies were penetrated by weapons. They approached like crazy, then attacked with swinging weapons, and even bit their throats with their teeth.
Such a fearless charge and battle should only appear on those extremely elite and militant soldiers. At this moment, it actually appeared on a group of soldiers composed of slaves. Combined with the frightened and desperate eyes and expressions, I don't know how weird it is.
"Hahahaha! Okay, Williams, you are indeed a genius in commanding war!"
In the distance, Hernan watched his own soldiers on the battlefield constantly suppressing MacReynolds's flag. The huge army almost tore the enemy on the opposite side into pieces. He couldn't help laughing.
"The victory in the war belongs to the kingdom, and it belongs to me Hernan!"
On the other side, Grand Duke McReynolds squinted his eyes and looked at the battlefield, feeling different powers.
"Deities's power of faith? Did Church of Dawn take action?"
He felt the power permeating the battlefield and realized the fiery and coldness within it. This seemed to have nothing to do with Dawn.
"Otherworldly God?!"
The Grand Duke made a sound in fear, looking at the battlefield below with some disbelief.