Chapter 1151 (1/2)
Battle of eboden, noon.
Under the scorching sun, it was covered with thick smoke. The burning and bloody battlefield was left with only sporadic explosions and roaring roars.
The reason is simple - after a whole hour, all the projection weapons on both sides either ran out of ammunition or became a pile of scrap iron in the explosion.
Instead, there were heavy, messy, stormy footsteps throughout the battlefield.
”Boom... Boom... Boom...”
The cold iron boots step on the soil burned by fire and soaked by blood; The sound was not as uniform as the saxophone Legion or the bain spear array, but it also made the heart tremble and the earthquake shake.
”Boom... Boom... Boom...”
Eight thousand King's court guards and three thousand bow and arrow warriors, like a flowing tide, held their sharp blades and long bows in their hands, strolled silently, pressing on the Chinese Army on the side of the Empire.
”Shooting army, expand the array!!!!!”
Carl Colin, whose face turned red, roared out orders almost with all his strength, as if it would make him feel a little relieved.
In the face of the sharp array of the enemy, even after many wars, he was still a little flustered.
At the same time, the imperial commander dreisis, who was aware of the enemy's change, immediately sounded the horn - six flag regiments and 3000 heavy Legion veterans began to advance forward. As the vanguard of the Chinese army, he quickly launched an array directly behind the shooting army to form a narrow shield wall.
Their mission was to provide temporary cover for the powerful projection corps when the shooting army retreated.
On the two wings of Zhongjun, accompanied by the rolled up smoke and roaring hoofs, two Boyi Rangers rushed out of the array and gathered at the two wings of the shooting army. The swaggering Boyi Knights roared bloodthirsty and waved their bows and sabres. The sound of people roaring and horses hissing was heard all the time.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the nervous dreisis was ready for the battle.
But just then, a song suddenly came from the advancing Azores Army:
”We sing loudly today
Drink old wine;
Wine glass ping pong;
Crying beside relatives and friends... ”
At the beginning, it was only a faint sound. In the blink of an eye, it ”swept” the whole battlefield like a sea wave. The sound became more and more magnificent and loud:
”Drink old wine;
Wine glass ping pong;
Cry beside relatives and friends;
Dear sweetheart
We are going to fight;
Go to Saxony --! ”
On the battlefield shrouded in thick smoke, with the song getting closer and closer, the army of Azores elves with heavy steps has appeared dozens of meters away.
”Dear sweetheart
We are going to fight;
Go to Saxony -!
We're going to fight in Saxony;
Saxophone --! Saxophone --! Saxophone --!... ”
... with a trace of uneasiness and uneasiness, Carl Colin stared at the approaching Elven warrior army singing ”murder song”, trying to suppress his inner fear and impulse.
He couldn't be afraid, because every pair of eyes around him were staring at him;
He can't be impulsive, because everyone places his hope for life and determination to die on him.
”Shooting army, 80 meters, volley --!”
With a flash of white light on the battlefield, the roar of explosion and the figure of screaming falling to the ground, the boa Hussars waiting for a long time roared and rushed to the array of Wang Tingwei army.
The first to greet them was the bow and arrow warriors, which were no less than the volley of the shooting army.
Like locusts and arrows, the rain fell one after another, splashing a blood mist on the right in the dust rolled up by the horse's hoofs. The Boyi cavalry fell from the horse's back and disappeared into the smoke and dust together with their mounts.
A long roar came from somewhere. The Hussars who charged in groups quickly dispersed, and the galloping horses rolled up bursts of smoke and dust between the two armies to block out the sun.
”Puff! Puff --! Puff, puff...”
Hundreds of shadows flew out of the smoke and dust continuously, and disappeared into the front of bow and arrow warriors from the edge of the array and the gap of the shield.
Screams come and go, and the original solid shield wall becomes fragile in front of all pervasive arrows.
At the same time, the sound of Horseshoes roaring like a strong wind is still approaching.
Before the archer warriors with shields met the enemy head-on, they showed signs of collapse before the Hussars' roundabout shooting!
Compared with the ”black wall” that fought hundreds of years ago, the shield wall of Azores is a big joke in front of these fierce riding archers.
The next second, the Hussars who shouted and fought fiercely pulled out their cavalry spears and sabers, swept down like a raging tide, and rushed directly into the array of Azores.
Chop, collide, thrust... The Elven warriors who hit the boa Hussars directly, and their array collapsed rapidly with the speed visible to the naked eye; In the face of a blow, I leave without stopping and go back and forth like the wind.
Where the hoofs trample, there is blood!
The defeated Elven bow and arrow warriors threw down their robes and quickly retreated; Instead of obeying the horn from behind, the victorious boa Hussars regrouped and continued their attack.
”Kill all the long ears!!!!!”