Afton Battle (III)

) In just three hours, the "first line of defense" troops that originally numbered more than 40,000 people now only had more than 10,000 people left.

They are basically soldiers from various the North families, and are firmly tied to Northern Nobles's chariots. Many of them have the status of knights.

They know that even if they surrender, they will not get any benefits, and the end will even be more miserable, and their family will be affected.

Among them are more than 3,000 heavy armored cavalry from Bosque Duchy, nearly 7,000 elite rifle and shield infantry, and more than 2,000 archers.

However, they suddenly discovered that not only the front line, but also the vanguard troops of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom had already broken through the fragile defense line at the pass, penetrated into the principality from the flanks, and appeared in their rear like ghosts, completely surrounding this stubborn army of only ten thousand people.

This is no longer just a mistake in battlefield decision-making, but an all-round crushing of speed, intelligence, tactics and even the military system.

——While the Northern Nobless were still immersed in the dream of clinging to natural dangers, the Embers of the Burned Kingdom troops had quickly completed the encirclement of this army through the cooperation of land and air and the cooperation of the "Nocturne" intelligence system, and even used propaganda warfare to break the opponent's military morale before the war began.

They are going to fight a war of annihilation.

He looked at the legions in front of him who were staring at him eagerly, and then turned to look at the pair of eyes behind him that were shining with light.

Finally, Loren Bosk fell into complete despair. He stared into the distance with empty eyes and kept shaking his head.

"No, it's impossible."

"That's not how it should be."

"I should obviously achieve a glorious victory, and then use the momentum of this victory to defeat my brother and become the true heir of the Bosk Family."

In such a predicament, he was already a little incoherent.

He barely came back to his senses until the adjutant beside him reminded him.

"Sir, what should we do?"

Red Dragon's majestic and oppressive voice came from the distance, but at this moment, there seemed to be a hint of frivolity in the voice, which made Loren feel even more annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

"There's not much time."

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Sir, what should we do?"

"Damn the evil dragon, how dare he treat us like this! And those despicable animals!"

"When the war is over, I will kill them all!"

As the numbers get closer to the end, the pressure is mounting.

Under this heavy pressure, Loren completely lost his mind and could only curse.

In the military formation, even among the elite private armies supported by nobles, and even those officers with knighthoods and land grants, some of them could not withstand the pressure and fled.

Even the soldiers staying in the position were shivering and sweating, and they had lost their will to fight.

On the other side of the Embers of the Burned Kingdom's army, Hobgoblin and Ogre had a fierce look in their eyes. They couldn't wait to step forward and tear the enemy into pieces. They wanted to feel the rare pleasure of killing, and more importantly, to make achievements on the battlefield, so as to become the noble Dragon Blood Noble.

As for failure?

That was never within their scope of consideration. It could only be regarded as a somewhat cold joke that could be published in the humor section of "《Kingdom Daily News》".

"Four."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"I've given you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it."

The voice was extremely calm, as if he was stating an ordinary trivial matter.

"So... crush them."

Suddenly, as Red Dragon's final order was issued, the entire wasteland seemed to be boiling.

"Crush them!"

"For the Embers of the Burned Kingdom!"

"Fight for Great Red Dragon!"

The war drums of Half-goat Human were thumping, the roar of Wyvern was noisy and harsh, and the war roars of Hobgoblin and Ogre were as fierce as burning flames, and there was also the dull sound of heavy artillery wheels rolling over the ground.

This chaotic sound, which reflected the kingdom's military power, was intertwined in the wasteland, causing the surrounding enemies to feel trembling.

In the Ogre giant artillery camp at the rear, Ogre Da Tou, the artillery commander, just wanted to issue an order to bomb the opponent's camp, but was personally blocked by Marshal Hobgoblin Dolo.

"Stop it. There's no need to waste cannonballs here. It won't be interesting if it ends too soon."

"They haven't tasted blood in a long time."

Dolo looked at the seemingly solid human position in the distance, with a ferocious smile on his face.

In fact, Dolo is not only motivated by these considerations, he also wants to save these artillery as a trump card until the end, not giving the North people a chance to respond in advance.

This so-called "war" was more like an ordinary infantry training. He didn't even send out Dragon Beast Cavalry, he didn't even launch Wyvern Legion, he just asked the soldiers holding semi-automatic rifles to charge.

Loren stared at the terrifying troops advancing rapidly, sweat dripping down his forehead, and his face had become extremely distorted.

"Stop, stop them!"

"Hurry up, you idiots, get in front!"

However, after repeated reminders from his adjutant, he calmed down and began to use the tactical knowledge he had learned since childhood to think of corresponding tactical countermeasures.

Loren stared at the enemy with gloomy eyes, but suddenly discovered that they did not send out cavalry and gun and shield soldiers to charge as expected. Instead, they put the most vulnerable infantry with guns in front and let them charge.

This is undoubtedly a kind of tactical contempt from the opponent, but it also gives Loren a valuable opportunity - the opportunity to achieve results.

As the commander-in-chief of this war, he naturally studied Embers of the Burned Kingdom's army through Magic Image.

Those long sticks called "guns" are a formidable long-range weapon, but their disadvantage is that it takes a very long time to reload, and during this interval they cannot respond to the enemy's impact.

And he has three thousand of the most elite heavy armored cavalry under his command, enough to tear this group of fragile infantry into pieces.

Thinking of this, Loren skillfully climbed onto his horse and put on a helmet with a lion's mane.

"Calling all the cavalry and prepare for a mass charge!"

"Let the archers cover us."

"Yes, sir."

The herald hurried to the cavalry position to convey the commander's order, while the adjutant also arranged his armor.

"How dare you despise me like this."

"I'll make you pay."

Loren gritted his teeth and couldn't help but sneered.

He knew that after losing most of his troops, this might be an unwinnable war.

But he wants to make these guys who dare to despise his Loren Bosk suffer some hardships, and he also makes himself a hero that can be recorded in the family tree, and even in the North history.

"Bosque's lion will try his best to bite off your arms even if he dies."

He put down the heavy visor in front of his helmet and thought viciously in his heart.