The Line Was Breached
The appearance of Sauron's heavy infantry was like throwing a block of ice into a boiling pot of oil, instantly changing the situation and temperature of the battlefield.
These elite troops, clad in heavy armor and resembling human war machines, are the true backbone and formidable force of Sauron's various legions.
Each of them was a battle-hardened veteran who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They were extremely experienced in combat, and their individual bravery was astonishing. On the battlefield, they could often play a key role in taking on ten enemies at once, or even in determining the course of the battle.
Their goal was far more than simply stabilizing the lines that had been shaken by the retreat of the light infantry.
Instead, we must press on with our momentum and use the most violent and direct methods to completely crush this infuriating defensive line in front of us.
The will to resist of the Goldspur, along with their physical bodies, will be utterly destroyed!
Einar had long since discarded his almost useless horsebow, gripping his Armed Sword tightly with both hands, and awkwardly parried a spear that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
He was covered in blood, panting heavily, and his mental and physical strength were on the verge of collapse.
Watching his familiar comrades being stabbed and hacked down one after another, hearing the chilling sound of bones shattering and the dying screams, he simply didn't have the courage to face that deathly forest of bullets that was like a meat grinder anymore.
The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. He let out a nearly whimpering scream and, along with several other equally terrified light infantrymen, turned to flee to the relatively "safe" area behind them.
"Pfft!"
A dull thud, like a sharp blade piercing flesh, rang almost right next to his ear.
He turned around in horror and saw a companion running ahead of him being stabbed in the calf from behind by a bloodthirsty Broomflower Spearman. The man screamed and fell to the ground, only to be instantly riddled with thorns by the surging spearmen behind him!
Einar was terrified and scrambled away as he continued to run backward, wanting nothing more than to get away from this hellish place.
However, before he had run more than a few steps, he crashed into a cold and hard "iron wall".
It was a Sauron Berserker had just stepped forward with heavy strides! The Berserker didn't even glance at him, casually swinging the huge Battle Axe in his hand that was still dripping with blood!
"Snap!"
Another deserter running ahead of Einar didn't even have time to scream before his head was easily split open like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over Einar's face!
"Those who retreat! Die!" A deep, thunderous roar, devoid of any emotion, came from beneath the Berserker's visor. His cold, bloodthirsty gaze swept over Einar and the other fleeing soldiers.
Einar was so terrified by the bloody scene and the threat of death that he almost collapsed, and the will to survive once again twisted his will.
He let out a desperate roar, as if to bolster his courage, gripped the hilt of his sword again, and was forced to turn around, following the Berserker who were like mobile fortresses, frantically rushing back to the death zone he had just fled!
At this moment, the battle at the breach in the defensive line has entered its most brutal and intense phase.
The retreating Sauron light infantry were relentlessly driven away by their own Berserker and Supervisory team, and surged back into the Broomflower's hail of spears.
They were in a desperate situation.
Ahead lay a dense array of deadly spears thrusting relentlessly; behind them stood their own men, cold and ruthless, slaughtering deserters!
Going forward or backward is a dead end!
Many people suffered complete mental breakdowns, wailing hysterically, yet they were still pushed forward by the crowd behind them and the threat of death, crashing into that steel jungle!
The spears pierced their bodies without mercy, drawing out sprays of blood and shattered internal organs.
Some people were even pushed from behind by their own people, willingly "feeding" themselves onto the tips of the Goldspur's spears!
Screams, cries, the cracking of bones, and the thud of weapons piercing flesh mingled together, creating a true scene of hell on earth!
Einar was caught in the desperate flow of people, his feet treading on thick blood and slippery fragments of organs.
He desperately brandished his Armed Sword, but couldn't reach the distant enemy at all; instead, he was nearly trampled and knocked over by his own men.
Finally, he tripped over a corpse and fell heavily into a pool of blood, the cold, sticky liquid instantly soaking through his armor.
He huddled on the ground, watching countless blood-stained feet trample past him, his heart filled with unprecedented fear and despair, as if he could already see death approaching.
However, before he could completely give up the struggle, the real destructive force had already arrived!
Those Sauron Berserker, like steel behemoths, finally reached the front lines, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and enemies!
They used their huge square shields covered with iron plates to slam them together against the shafts of the Broomflower Spear Formation!
"Bang! Crack!"
The immense impact came instantly! The Broomflower soldiers felt an irresistible, enormous force surge from the gun barrels, their hands split open, and their arms throbbed with excruciating pain!
The dense forest of gunfire was so forcefully struck that it bent backward and even broke apart! The entire defensive line came to a halt!
The breach was forcibly created!
"Charge in! Crush them!" The Berserker roared, his forces pouring in like a flood bursting its banks through the breach!
Once they get close, the disadvantages of the Broomflower Pikemen are instantly exposed!
In close-quarters melee combat, the long spear becomes a hindrance, making it impossible to effectively swing and parry!
Sauron the Berserker's giant axe, warhammer, and mace became terrifying death scythes that reaped lives!
"Puff!"
"Thump!"
"Ah!"
Terrifying sounds of hacking, smashing, and shrill screams erupted instantly behind the defensive line!
The Berserker, like tigers among sheep, skillfully and efficiently slaughtered the Broomflower soldiers who had lost their advantage in long weapons and formation.
Axe blades cleaved helmets and skulls, warhammers smashed breastplates and ribs, and maces swept down hordes of soldiers...
A bloody storm instantly swept through!
Despite immense fear and casualties, the soldiers of the Broomflower fought to the death, driven by strict discipline and a strong belief in defending their homeland.
They attempted to fight back with short swords and shields, but their resistance proved utterly futile in the face of overwhelming superior strength and equipment.
The defense line is beginning to crumble!
The valiant Tokel charged ahead, his massive double-bladed Battle Axe sweeping across the battlefield, cleaving a Broomflower soldier who attempted to stab him with his sword in two, weapon and all!
Warm blood splattered on his gleaming armor, adding to his ferocious appearance.
He looked up and saw that a huge gap had been torn in the Broomflower formation, and defeat seemed imminent!
A bloodthirsty excitement and the light of victory flashed in his eyes. He let out a triumphant roar, took a big step, and prepared to lead the Berserker behind him to completely expand their gains and utterly destroy the entire defensive line!
However, just as he stepped over the corpses of his comrades and Broomflower soldiers, his gaze passed over the chaotic melee battlefield ahead and looked deeper into the defensive line.
The cruel smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by an incredulous, almost desperate horror!
Not far behind the defensive line, the Broomflower Musketeers who had retreated to reload had somehow regrouped into two neat and silent horizontal lines!
They knelt or stood, leaning forward, holding their Flintlock Rifle and Matchlock Rifle steadily, their countless dark, death-inducing muzzles like the cold pupils of venomous snakes.
They were all aimed directly at these Sauron Berserker who had just rushed through the breach and were engrossed in the slaughter!
That chilling silence of death was more terrifying than any scream!
Tokel's blood seemed to freeze completely in that instant.