Blood tax

Chapter 307 Battle of Teutonic-Rum
A squadron of infantry fell back, and the orcs who were pressing them and pursuing them swooped in.In front of them, the squadron was like a stream of water seeping into the sand, retreating towards the gap between the front lines on both sides.They passed the ballista, and the gunners turned with them.

"They're back!" shouted an orc.His companions immediately echoed in unison.

"Kill all the human dogs!"

The warriors of the orcs were with their soldiers, and they carried out their usual tactics-the whole army pressed forward, the berserkers led the central breakthrough, and then just chased down the defeated enemy.Once the enemy's front line is torn apart, the warriors with strong morale will expand the breakthrough to the two wings and smash the enemy's entire line.

The orc soldiers swarmed up, and suddenly a bright human wall blocked the way.The Bayeland squadrons in the rear counterattacked with swords and muskets, and overwhelmed many of the pursuers.After the berserkers rushed forward, the squadron spread out like water and retreated to the gap between the squadrons further back.

Layer upon layer of Bayeran soldiers were thin and fragile, retreating after the slightest contact.But they remained undisturbed, alternately covering each other, and taking turns to regroup behind the front line to form a new horizontal team.

General Mordres watched his army in the battle formation, turned to his adjutant and said, "Look, red wine can penetrate white paper, but after thirty or forty layers, can it still penetrate?"

The well-disciplined Bayeland heavy infantry carried out the commander's orders meticulously.

They held their positions on the two wings, and the berserkers smashed the central front, but they couldn't break through all the defenses in a short time.The infantry of the Ninth Army in the center maintained their formation and began to retreat slowly, as if they could be pushed down with just one more force.

The alliance of clans has never been able to penetrate the defense lines of Bayeram's army, but only pushes the central front back.While the front lines on the two wings remained unchanged, the straight line was gradually drawn into an arc with the two wings protruding from the middle and the depression in the middle.

Bajerand's reserves were sent to the front in battalion after battalion to fill in the weak spots.The orc warriors found themselves advancing and the enemy retreating, but the Byelan army showed no sign of breaking down.They could only send more Berserkers to replace those killed, maddened, or worn out in previous battles.

Gradually, the berserkers at the front and back began to lose control due to anxiety and prolonged battles, killing the enemy and their own people indiscriminately.The ever-advancing front has also become stagnant.

The clear sky was silent, and the wind also calmed down, as if not daring to spoil the beautiful scenery after the rain; water droplets still occasionally sprinkled, but they fell straight down.The sun hung high in the sky before disappearing in a long, narrow cloud.The cries and cries of battle died down.

A few minutes later, the sun tore through the edge of the dark clouds and reappeared in the sky.Everything is bright and shiny.As if responding to the light, tens of thousands of soldiers entangled on the battlefield heard thunder rolling on the ground.

In the spotless and clean air, under the bright sunlight, a silver wall appeared behind the clan alliance.Many shadows the size of sesame seeds are running in all directions.

The advancing orcs stopped one after another.

They saw the usually rebellious and ferocious Warg cavalry running across the grass in despair, fleeing to the rear with their tails between their legs and howling like a wild dog with a broken leg.

Then, that wall moved.

"Stop, keep up!" An order came from the general ahead.

"Turn right, walk slowly!" Then came another password.

Cavalrymen wearing breastplates and blue and red uniforms rode jet-black, brown-red, and blue-gray horses, moved forward following the flags fluttering in the wind, followed the officers' orders to stop and turn, or lined up at intervals.From time to time, the rhythmic sound of hooves and spurs could be heard.

"Lancers, line up!"

The 24 cavalry from 3000 squadrons gathered, the hussars and dragoons moved aside, and the 320 spearheads raised their lances like a forest and lined up in a half-mile-wide front.

The small flag on the spear moved with the wind.

The elite lancers in silver breastplates were in front, followed by the ranks of hussars and dragoons with sabers on their shoulders; gendarmes and horse artillery joined them, and came to the west of the field and field, behind the first line of lancers Stopped, facing the dense infantry lines and phalanxes on the wide battlefield.

All squadrons except the Praetorian cavalry joined the charge.

The cavalry group advanced peacefully along the gentle slope, over the corpses of the wolf cavalry who had just been swept away.The horses began to sweat, and the cavalry flushed.

In the first row, Griffith, like everyone in this army, burst out with familiar and selfless enthusiasm and indomitable pride.

He was convinced that the powerful transcendent was just an insignificant grain of sand in front of this wall, trembling with the hooves of the horse, and palpitating under the lance.

The cavalry general and his chief centurion held the eagle flag on the golden ring, shouted the battle cry, and swept across the front of the fence.

Before the Eagles approached, each squadron was silent and motionless, like an inanimate object; as soon as the Eagles came near them, the squadrons became active and noisy, and the Eagles The shouts of officers and soldiers under the flag merged.

It was a joyful call that lasted so long.The cheers became louder and stronger, and finally converged into a shout that shook the mountains.

The general raised his long sword and pointed at the curved battle formation in front of everyone.

A wave of impact is about to come.

The orcs stopped fighting, and heard the growing noise of the three thousand horses, the alternate and regular stamping of the horses' hooves, the grinding of armor, the clash of swords, and a wild and violent panting.After the appalling silence, suddenly a long line of silver lances and steel knives appeared on the wall, and under the shaking iron helmets and banners, all the cavalry crossed the battlefield.

The 3000 people shouted in unison like the sky falling apart:

"Byeland--

"Long live!"

……

The leaders of the clan alliance stared dumbfounded at the rolling silver iron wall.The time to go to the embrace of the ancestors is counting down.

They hurriedly shoved the warriors and soldiers, making them spread out to the right.

"The spear is in front, the bow and arrow are behind.

"Shoot three rounds!"

The legs of all the clan alliance fighters were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead. They watched the grand cavalry array holding up their lances and sabers, advancing against the wind amidst banners and bugles.Groups of half-orcs began to escape sparsely.

The dense column of cavalry moves in unison, like a single person winding and stretching, the momentum is fierce and orderly, like an invincible sword edge, it penetrates into the flat ground where the corpses are pillowed, disappears in the smoke, and then crosses the smoke and dust, appearing at the other end of the wilderness, always dense , close to each other, back to back, the arrows rushing towards them like passing through the dark clouds.They are strict, brave, and calm, and they make a deafening rumble of hooves.

Among Rulin's cavalry spears, there was a knight with a silver breastplate holding up a blood-colored lance, with wings fluttering behind his back, his swift and sharp heroic posture was as extraordinary as a saint, just facing him directly caused a whirlpool of panic in his heart.

It's over.All the warriors and cowards who faced the charge all exclaimed in their hearts.

The charging dense cavalry line began to accelerate, launching a full-scale charge like overwhelming mountains and seas.

We're done—!The Lords of the Orcs let out a final cry and roar, chanting the battle cry:

"Warriors, the ancestral spirits are embracing us, for..."

"what--!"

The momentum of riding the wall is amazing.The battle formation was hit head-on by the wall, the shield wall was shattered, the spear was broken, and there was a loud roar as the waves hit the shore.Hundreds of thousands of people flew out amidst the raging cavalry and the sound of bone cracking.

The cavalry rushed through the crowd, and the sound of crackling and snapping under the horse's hooves was more frightening than a summer rainstorm.The orc warriors were terrified, and the thick front line collapsed in front of the wall like an ant nest washed by a flood.

Griffith straightened out the blood thorn, and launched an impact towards the enemy in front.At the moment of rushing into the crowd, the air seemed to be still, and even the voice froze.

Moments later, dense explosions roared in the ears.The continuous sound was like stepping into a bush.A berserker came against the trend in the crowd, roaring and rushed towards Griffith head-on.The sharp lance stabbed into the gaping mouth and tore it apart from the back of the neck.The severed head was picked up and flew back, brushing against Griffith's face.

The burly figures were knocked into the air, or rolled under the horse's hooves.The thick and endless crowd was like rolling waves, with densely packed heads rising and falling one after another.

The tumbling tide cleared away in a blink of an eye, and groups of rout soldiers fled in embarrassment in front of them, and countless bodies huddled on the ground tiredly, wailing one after another.The Storm Squadron's assault broke through the defense line of a brigade.Half of the lance was broken, and the cavalry drew out their sabers, chasing and slashing at the scurrying enemies.

Griffith looked back and found that the whole was missing a quarter.Those who were missing fell off their horses and fell into the melee, or lost their way in the rolling tide of routs.

"Close to me!" Griffith held up his lance, and the purple-red blood thorns immediately called the attention of the whole team, and they reorganized around him.

Half of the people were silent, while the other half talked about who was killed and who was killed, their faces were either excited or rejoicing.

"Silence!" Griffith ignored the soldiers, "Equal to me! Desai, blow the horn."

On the battlefield of fierce battles, Erza will not turn around to find her fallen comrades, and neither will Griffith.He saw a large company of soldiers gathered around several warriors and a troll, among which were some valiant troll spearthrowers.They held their ground, standing still in the face of the counterattack of the Ninth Army.

Such a resolute enemy is the priority target when breaking the formation, which is much more important than chasing down the rout.

There were routs everywhere, and some of the thousands of clan alliance fighters who were defeated by a round of assault fled to the rear, while the other gathered in this rocky position.Other cavalry squadrons also found this group of persistent enemies, and turned around to attack.

A tall troll stood out from the crowd.He had six javelins on his back, and still held one in his hand.Flowing fire surrounds the blade of the gun, lighting up the tip of the gun.He raised his hand, a flash of light flashed, and a knight leading the attack was pierced through the mouth by a lance, pierced through the back of the head, and his head was shattered under the impact of huge force.Almost at the same time as the headless body fell off the horse, there were six more bangs, and six cavalrymen were killed.

Either a transcendent or a hero!Griffith clamped his legs and raised his lance towards the group of enemies.

"Follow me to attack!"

Bugles sounded and the squadron spun around with Griffith's lance.

Cavalry and infantry from all directions rushed towards this group of remnants.The trolls and orcs imitated their leader and threw spears at the cavalry.But the speed of the cavalry's impact was too fast, and they rushed to the front in a blink of an eye.

The armored cavalry hit them hard, knocking them upside down, and their shattered internal organs spit out from their mouths.

A turbulent straddle rushed across the wall.Exposed, the most unprotected orcs and trolls were knocked about like fallen leaves in an autumn wind, almost all wiped out on contact.The troll warriors behind were fighting with the cavalry who had lost their horse speed, and there were desperate curses and shouts everywhere.

The troll warrior who threw the spear had no weapons in his hand, and his companions around him had been trampled to a pulp, leading a few people around a military flag.He grabbed two tomahawks in his hands and rushed towards them like a whirlwind.Griffith didn't wait for the troll to leap, and shot him in the chest, pinning him to the ground.

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Nearly two o'clock in the afternoon, the counterattack and defense of the Clan Alliance were shaken.The whole army began to retreat slowly under the pressure of Bayeran's long-range firepower.

The corpses of more than 1 orcs, trolls, and half-orcs were discarded on the battlefield, and many more scattered in all directions.The cavalry chased them all the way to the rear position, and did not retreat until they encountered repelling horses and ditches.But the battle was not over yet, and the Warlord of Udon was still standing on the road leading to the Rumu Fortress with half of the army.

The Bayeram army began to gather and marched steadily, preparing to smash the enemy's last line of defense with artillery and trebuchets.

Soldiers scattered across the battlefield dragged firewood and dry branches, built temporary sheds, talked and laughed happily.Some soldiers were sitting by the campfire, drying shirts and foot wraps, or gathering around the rice pot and the cook to mend leather boots, looking longingly at the steaming cauldron, and asking how long the bread and soup would last. hot well.

The Storm Squadron was also given some rum and honey.Soldiers lined up to Lieutenant Lean.The lieutenant took the keg and poured wine and honey into the lids of the canteens which were placed one by one at hand.They put the military jug to their mouths reverently, drank it in one gulp, then wiped their mouths with their sleeves, and stood aside with happy faces to see if there could be a second round.Everyone's faces were very calm, as if drinking afternoon tea in a peaceful afternoon.

Griffith took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his head.Dominion is very useful, but it is too boring. If this continues, it will be just around the corner to become an earl.

He scratched his head while observing the battlefield.

The great army has occupied the field of fierce fighting, and the cavalry has regrouped.In the far southeast, the shadow of an army can be seen in the distance, standing still in the distance of vision.

Whose army is that?Griffith thought for a while, and felt that none of the troops looked alike, so he turned around and said to everyone:
"I saw a pile of black shadows over there, like an army. Ace, what do you see over there?"

The young armored cavalry looked suspiciously through the binoculars and replied, "It must be Duke Meyer's army. The road in that direction is close to his fortress."

Everyone stood up one after another to study the pile of "black shadows", and some said, "It's a team taking a break."

Most said, "Those are trees."

Griffith wanted to see if Krista was safe, but the shadow to the southeast also worried him.

"Ace, Desai, you two go there to scout."

　Let's make a change today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)