Blood tax

Chapter 318 The Eagle of Bellimion Part [-]
The first wave of counterattack arrived in a blink of an eye.A rain of arrows like locusts shot out from the hands of the orcs and troll soldiers, heading towards Byelan's soldiers.

"Testudo (Turtle Shell Formation)!"

Krista was at the forefront.She saw a row of light infantry coming forward in the distance, and immediately gave the order.

With the sound of trumpets, nearly a thousand infantrymen unanimously raised their large shields to protect the front and the top of their heads, which looked like a shining silver city wall from a high altitude.

The rain of arrows was like hailstones from the sky, making intensive beating sounds on the shield.

The trolls switched to throwing spears, throwing them like raindrops, passing through the gaps in the shields and pinning the soldiers to the ground.Occasionally there was a scream or two, as the spear passed through the gap in the shield and shot through the soldiers below.

However, in the thick and well-organized army formation, the loss of human beings was not great, and they moved forward step by step with a large shield.Soon the troll shotgunner had finished throwing the spear in his hand, and looked at the humans who were rushing in like a wall at a loss.

"Throw the gun and shoot three rounds!" Nona shouted.

Sergeants in each small phalanx passed orders.The soldiers hidden behind the shield wall heard the order echoed in the position, immediately put down their shields, pulled out the javelins inserted behind the shields, and threw a deathly iron rain towards the unprotected troll warriors.

The troll warriors kept howling and were knocked down by sharp spears.After three rounds of neat volleys, the more than 200 troll spearmen facing them were almost wiped out.

"Warriors! Attack!"

Mangurus watched the sharp javelins finish shooting, and sent his commander and more than 1000 warriors to rush forward with their battle axes and spears shouting.

The orc allied forces with heavy hammers and battle axes frantically attacked the large shields of the soldiers.Soldiers whose shields are broken or killed are immediately filled by soldiers in the back row.

"Change!" Nona ordered, and the soldiers in the back row took a step forward. The tired soldiers in the front row flashed to the right and retreated to the back row, and the soldiers with strong physical strength continued to meet the enemy.

The infantry of the Clan Alliance rushed towards the solid human line of defense, and were occasionally killed by swords and spears protruding from the gaps in the shields.Relying on their solid shields and tight formation, the human soldiers were soon covered with corpses at their feet.Their enemies pounded the shield wall one after another, like waves rushing towards the shore, rushing up fiercely, and retreating in vain.

At this time, a majestic figure stepped out of the army of the clan alliance.

Mangulus Warlord came to the front line, ready to personally lead the warriors to attack.He held the steel ax and stepped forward, every step set off the momentum of landslides and ground cracks.The shield wall blocking him collapsed at the touch of a touch, and in the blink of an eye, the 5 or 6 human infantry around him were rolled into a pile of minced meat.

Ogres and shamans of various races began to chant bloodlust.Under the unrecognizable spell, the fierce orc elite soldiers were shrouded in blood-red light under the blessing of bloodthirsty.They are protected by the ancestral spirits, which can increase the speed and endurance of the castee for a period of time, and have amazing explosive power.

The Warlord, empowered by Bloodthirsty, led his warriors in a storm of battle axes, breaking through several battle lines.

He kicked a black panther away and threw a big bear into the river, and there was no enemy anywhere he went.Bajeran's line was falling back, the orcs pushing them toward the river.

As a general in charge of the army, personally attacking this team of less than a thousand people is really a disgrace to the status of a warlord, and there is no trace of supernatural beings in the enemy army, so it is vulnerable to a single blow.Manggulus was killing frantically, and the long-lost hot blood stimulated his nerves and made him extremely excited.

However, he still remembered his identity as a general of the front army, and with a clear goal, he broke through the army formation and came to Bayeran's army banner.

As long as the main general is killed, the next thing will be handed over to the subordinates.

A human girl is holding up the eagle flag and waving it.From the perspective of orcish aesthetics, she is too thin, but it is undeniable that she is very beautiful.

This flag is neither attacking nor retreating, and there are no rules at all. Could it be that it was waved to the army in the distance?

Manggulus raised the steel ax to her, and said in human language:

"The winner has been decided, little girl."

The girl dancing the flag saw him, gathered the flag, and held it in her hand like a spear:
"Yes, the victory and defeat have been divided, Your Excellency the general who is at the front line."

……

Griffith watched the battle down the mountain.The phalanx of the clan alliance is tearing apart the bridgehead position of Bayeran under the leadership of the warlord general flag.

Brunave was right.Warlord Mangurus Bloodaxe is indeed a warrior, and he is fierce and fearless wherever the most dangerous place is.It is said that once the camp of the army was breached, many warriors began to flee in despair. Mangulus held up the flag of the general, and as the general of the army, he personally led his subordinates to stop the attack and repair the camp.

Under the positive pressure brought by Krista, he once again went to the front line in person.

"Captain, the enemy attacking us has been repulsed by the rangers," Gilles de Ace, who was wearing fine armor, came to Griffith's side. He dropped several heads of enemy warriors and jumped on the horseback, "We Go support the saint!"

Griffith was riding on a war horse, saw the flag waving at the foot of the mountain, and pulled out Hanguang:
"gather.

"We cut in from the right rear of the enemy's phalanx and charged at the enemy's flag!"

All cavalry capable of combat formed a dense formation on the narrow mountain road.The Lancers in the front row raised their spears high, like a forest of silver shimmering with cold light.All the armored cavalry and lancers followed Griffith's example, made feathers out of branches and feathers, and rushed down from the middle of the mountain following their commander.

……

A group of half-orcs behind the large square was following their compatriots to counterattack and advance towards the bridgehead position.The thick phalanx prevented the short one from seeing what was going on in front of it. It only knew that the Warlord was in full swing and the phalanx was moving slowly. The warriors at the front might have driven humans into the river.

There were bursts of tremors on the ground, and a few small stones jumped onto their insteps. The rumbling sound was like drums, and it was like continuous thunder.

The half-orc pikemen turned their heads to look suspiciously, only to see that the soldiers around them were all looking back, their faces full of panic.

The first thing I saw was a silvery flood rushing down from the mountain not far away.

It took a few seconds for everyone to realize that it was cavalry.They came down the hill, spread out in a tight saddle-by-saddle ride, holding aloft silver spears as thick as a forest.

There are snow-white wings on the back of the cavalry, like the messenger of the white god, and like a silver wall, rushing towards his back.The sense of oppression and fear that people couldn't look at directly clung to the throats of all soldiers.

All the half-orcs almost lost the ability to speak after seeing the scene clearly, pushing the soldiers in front desperately.

"Cavalry! Cavalry!"

A few quick-witted guys broke free from their fear, and yelled heart-piercingly.The soldiers in the front row, who hadn't noticed the strange situation behind them, turned their heads to look, and the entire phalanx suddenly became commotion.

"Keep speed! Be level with me!" Griffith held up his own lance with the general flag hanging, controlling the pace of the impact. More than 100 cavalry were advancing at almost a cantering speed, and followed the direction in which the flag was adjusted and cut.

Griffith's cavalry, with their long feathers on their backs, lined up in two rows, knee to knee.The feathers rustled with their impact.With the adjustment of the horse's pace and formation, the movement of the cavalry became more and more orderly, making teeth-itching sounds of tearing the ground and the air, and at the end there were bursts of terrifying roars that struck the soul.

The heart-shattering sound of horseshoes and whistling of wings awakened Mangulus.Looking to the south, he saw the valley was bright red, the trees were trembling, and the murderous aura pierced the sky.

"That's, what? Lightning on the ground? The fire-like Hechi is an armored cavalry! How did he come down from the mountain?!"

……

The cavalry under Griffith began to accelerate, and he could already see the panic and despair on the faces of the enemies not far away.

The clan alliance soldiers standing on the cavalry shock axis pushed each other, trying to escape from the inevitable death-riding wall shock axis.The right rear of the large square was missing a corner like a chocolate with a big bite, and the ground was full of broken soldiers after falling down.

Griffith felt the power gushing out from his limbs, turning into a crimson light and stretching backwards. The cavalry who followed him were wearing this red light, like a sharp sword splitting the darkness, The suffocation covering the battlefield collapsed like spring snow under the scorching sun without a trace.

"Byeland!" Griffith held up the blood thorn, and Lie Lie's command flag fluttered in the air, "Long live!"

"Bayelan wins!"

All the Lancers raised their spears and put them down together. The gleaming cavalry sprinted with all their strength less than fifty steps away from the large coalition formation.

The whistling of the hussars' feathers impacting at high speed was like the loud noise of an avalanche, and the sound of hoofs that rolled in was like an earthquake tearing the earth apart. As if there was an earth-shattering power, the orc team had already shattered.Everyone, you trip me, I pull you, no one can stand up.

Everyone felt breathless, and if this continued, they would be crushed to death here.Then, through the gap, they saw the silver torrent rushing towards them.

The battlefield seemed to be suddenly quiet. The battle horns and desperate cries disappeared for a moment, and then there was a "boom" explosion.

Crackling and shattering sounds everywhere!In the face of the wall-like impact, most of the orc army was trampled under iron hoofs, and some were knocked into the sky.The left flank of the army was defeated in an instant.Countless warriors were smashed to the breastbone by the horses, and then trampled into flesh under the hooves of the horses.

There was a wave of crying and shouting in my ears, and the languages ​​of various races were mixed together, but they all said one meaning:
"Run!"

Griffith felt a shock from his horse lance, and then the excellent horse lance flicked slightly, the pressure on his hand was lightened again, and the enemy stuck in the horse lance was directly ejected.

Shadows flashed everywhere in front of my eyes, and I could see one or two half-orcs flying into the sky from time to time.

Mangulus' army collapsed in an instant, and the defeated soldiers squeezed towards the central army like waves, falling down like dominoes densely.

(End of this chapter)