Chapter 780 (2/2)
In the past 11 generations, it has beheaded all kinds of enemies countless times - centaurs, dwarves, werewolves, evil gods, apostles, traitors... Countless.
Today, I want to add a touch of glory to it with the blood of the Centaur Khan.
”Here we go, Archduke.” Halin van ashmai, a serious alchemist and elder of the wizard tower, waved a nail hammer wand: ”the showdown is finally about to begin.”
”Sixty thousand elite troopers, five thousand silver armour, and forty thousand paces... The essence of all POY has gathered here, and the great green sea can no longer see a more powerful and powerful teacher than the present army.”
”It's rare that you can say a flattery, master achamay.” Duke Varna couldn't help laughing. ”I thought you would try to persuade me not to use a battle and centaurs to decide the victory or defeat, as you did last time.”
”I just told the truth and didn't deliberately exaggerate or belittle anything.” master asamai shook his head and his expression was still steady:
”As for the decisive battle or not, the premise lies in the whole situation - it is in our best interest to do so now; of course, the enemy opposite may think so.”
”Yes, these brutes are also well prepared.”
Archduke Varna's pupils glittered with flames and stared at the dark horizon in the distance.
According to the report of the Scout cavalry, the enemy's strength should be about 120000, which is almost the same as himself... This figure should be the total number of young people of the Centaur tribe.
As for the rest of the women and children, old and weak, all disappeared; According to the scouts, I'm afraid they have fled to all directions of the Centaur Gobi.
Not only that, they also found the remains of the Centaur King's tent near the Gobi, as well as a large number of burned and destroyed baggage... The number of piles is even as large as a town.
Therefore, the other party also gathered all the elite, abandoned all the baggage, and prepared to fight to the death with himself - to determine the ownership of the green sea with an unprecedented gamble.
Even if he didn't want to, when he heard that his opponent and himself had made the same decision, Archduke Varna couldn't help but feel a little respect and hundreds of times more challenging.
To win is to win all; To lose is to lose everything.
Is there anything in this world that can make people nervous enough to break their heartstrings and tremble with excitement?!
No more!
At this moment, Archduke Varna was as excited as if he was dozens of years younger, returned to the young years when the black Duke galloped, and became the boy who chased Roland Turin and fought hard to win glory.
Turning his horse's head, the passionate Laszlo Varna held his head high and looked at the black Boyi army almost covering the whole prairie:
”Warriors of the green sea, Boye's sons --!”
Archduke Varna shouted:
”Here they are!”
”They have slaughtered your robes, burned your settlements, and killed the Centaur barbarians who plundered your relatives and children. They are coming;
They... Stand on our grassland and swagger on our land! ”
”Why, why?!” with angry eyes, Archduke Varna's eyes swept every face in front of him:
”Because we lost the war in the Gobi! Your father, son and uncle are dead!
Tens of thousands of warriors, like rabbits, have been chased and killed by these barbarians for three days and three nights! There are not half of the dead who have come back alive! ”
”So they came again, swaggering again! They didn't come to rob your cattle, sheep and horses, or to kill and plunder our relatives and clans;
They came to kill us, get rid of us, let Boye subjugate the country! Exterminate the species!
They are to take away the grassland under our feet and the grassland handed down by our generations; feed their livestock, cattle and sheep with our flesh and blood! ”
”So they came; they came to kill us and rob us! What do you say?”
Archduke Varna drew out his long knife and shouted hoarsely:
”I said... Come on --!”
”Try it --!!!”
In an instant, tens of thousands of BOI Hussars pulled out their sharp blades and shouted; Successive roars continued under the dome and rang through the world.
”Kill them all, pay with blood --!”
”Kill them all and pay with blood -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The soul stirring war howl stimulates the hearts and minds of every Boyi horseback people; Unforgettable hatred, inborn bloodthirsty, brave horseback warriors... All poured out uncontrollably at this moment.
Longing for revenge, killing, glory... Longing to win everything with the saber in your hand!
As Archduke Boyi for decades, Laszlo Varna certainly knows best what can arouse the words of these horseback people and what can make them desperate to die and fight with ten times and a hundred times the enemy.
The horseback people in the big green sea are not farmers in the fields... The sabres in their hands are not crude plows and harrows.
”Boyle's sons --!”
Grand Duke Varna waved his ”iron cavalry” long knife, galloped his horse past every Hussars in front of the array, and the cloak behind him floated in the wind:
”Go out - follow me to meet the enemy!!!!!”
The cries continued, and the high morale Boyi army followed the figure of Laslo Varna and officially rushed to the battlefield.
Footsteps, wheels, horseshoes... Dense and complicated sounds trampled heavily on the grass, and hundreds of thousands of sounds were full of shock with the leisurely horn.
At the same time, the dense figures on the opposite horizon began to stir - a whole army of 120000 and a half people spread out, and the horizontal array alone was enough to fill a person's whole field of vision.
It's not a torrent, it's a rough sea!
The next moment, the expressionless Archduke Varna coldly raised his long knife and chopped forward.
In this gamble of life and death, he rolled the first dice.