Chapter 781 (1/2)

Brandon and Eckhardt de sallion, the former cabinet of the heavenly palace, sat facing each other, with their bright red eyes either nervous or indifferent looking at the chessboard placed in the center of them.

Thirty two sons, sixty-four squares, each holding black and white.

The expression of ”disgraced Prince” with round pupils has completely lost the randomness of the past, and the tension is almost in a trance; The fiery red hair was wet and sticky on the forehead, and the beads of sweat on the temples were still sliding from both sides of the cheeks.

The air is as oppressive and heavy as substance.

From the beginning of the joke, to later become more and more serious; Brandon knew that his father was absolutely serious - if he lost, he would be as merciless as killing himself on a chessboard.

Today is the 100th game between two people... And the last game.

As of yesterday, his ”brilliant achievements” were zero wins, 99 defeats... All complete defeats.

It's impossible to win!

Akhat II, his great father, his chess is not... Not chess, but he has already seen through himself. As soon as he raises his hand, he can know his ideas, tactics and layout.

With a chessboard of 64 squares and a complete defeat of 99 innings, I can't see the dawn of victory.

”Are you ready?” the urging voice of akhat II sounded in my ears: ”I only give you half a day... If you exceed the time limit, you will abstain.”

”Mettner is outside the door. He will open the door at noon, and I will tell him to deprive you of all your rights and march on the green sea!”

Lifting his head hard, Brandon gasped heavily, but he still raised the corners of his mouth unconvinced and collapsed word by word from his teeth:

”Let's go!”

”Very good!”

Eckhardt's sudden determination made Brandon tremble. In a trance, he only saw the vigorous right hand rising and falling.

The next second, the White Knight knocked down heavily on the chessboard.

”Pa --!”

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”Kill -- -- --!!”

The cry from heaven and earth echoed on the open prairie with countless cavalry beating; The surging torrent rolled up waves of black waves with a momentum like a rainbow.

Just as the traditional heavy infantry in plain and hilly areas compete with each other with shield walls and spear arrays; Fighting on the grassland also follows some ancient ”law of war” derived from grassland hunting.

The first to meet the enemy is always the light cavalry, who move towards the enemy's two wings, constantly harass and encircle the enemy's mobile space, and test the enemy's virtual and real length;

Or use bows, arrows and guns to constantly shoot down the enemy's effective forces, forcing the enemy to launch a general attack first, and then ”seduce” the enemy's elite main force, which is forced to go out to meet the enemy, and then encircle and annihilate it.

The party who controls the mobility of the two wings can have the largest mobility space in the whole war - for the grassland battlefield, it is no different from the highland when infantry fight against each other and the upper air outlet when warships fight. Almost once the war starts, he can take the initiative and absolute advantage.

This complex and simple tactic is almost engraved in the bones of the people on the back of Boyi horses. Naturally, it is also the first choice of Archduke Laslo Varna.

So at the command, five thousand elite Hussars on both wings came out at the same time and charged towards the left and right army of the Centaur army.

However, as a member of the great green sea, the natural cavalry, the Centaur Khan chakar, of course, can not fail to understand the intention of Archduke Varna.

Hidden in the billowing smoke of the Centaur army, two ”torrents” also rushed out with unstoppable momentum and terrible howls.

Without warning or any order, Boyi Hussars and Centaur warriors accelerated and rushed at each other.

”Kill them all, pay with blood --!!”

”Kill all the hateful two legged people -!!”

In the roaring sound of iron cavalry, the cavalry of both sides almost took out their war bows and throwing guns, stretched bows and arrows one after another, and then there were hundreds of ”dark shadows”, and the bleak roar disappeared into each other's queue in an instant.

”Poof poof!”

One after another screams rang out, and constantly howling centaurs and Hussars who fell silent disappeared from their respective queues; Then he was trodden by countless iron riders and quietly turned into ragged meat.

In contrast, the Centaur warriors fell to the ground significantly more - except for throwing spears, the Centaur's arrows almost fell on the Hussars' shields; And even if the arrows failed, as long as they were not straight or hit the key, most of them were stuck in the cavalry's armor.

Behind Boye, there is a principality of Byrne that can support her at no cost; The Centaur has only one dwarf fortress to supply, plus the ”black cross” serliol who treats them as consumables.

In serlior's eyes, both silver helmet mountain dwarves and centaurs are just tools that can be used. Providing supplies has been considered ”too much consideration”. How can they bother to consider their armed forces?

The horses' hooves staggered one after another, and the arrows and rifles of both sides poured on each other like rain; The billowing smoke and dust kept leaving a large area of blood red.

After the bow and arrow projection, both sides did not choose to walk around and fight, but threw away the war bow in their hands at the same time, roared, pulled out the saber and spear, and directly started the charge!

At a distance of 80 steps, the two torrents approached in an instant and roared and collided with each other.

”Kill all the people with two feet --!”

At the moment of close combat, the first Centaur wielding an axe rushed directly into the formation of Boyi Hussars; The axe blade of the roaring wind hit the shield of the Hussars directly; With the fragmentation of the shield was the whining of the broken arms of the hussars, as well as the most pitiful roar:

”Blood for blood --!”

The bright saber swept out of thin air. When the saber fell, it splashed a blood light. The ferocious face of the Centaur took off into the air with the head, and fell to the ground with the exhausted Hussars at the same time.

The roaring hoofs passed, and there were no more of them; The galloping torrent of iron riders has mixed into one, and they can no longer divide each other.

Interspersed, hunting, encirclement and suppression, raid... Thousands of centaurs and boa Hussars were hanged together on the two wings of the battlefield, constantly rushing back and forth between the enemy and their own ranks.