Blood tax

Chapter 482 The Battle of the Five Armies ([-])

Battalion after battalion of soldiers was rushing to the battlefield.In front are the cavalry, behind the artillery.The procession of thousands of people is divided into several roads in the wilderness, and advances along different roads without blocking the road.

Griffith observed the terrain again, and confirmed that as long as he walked a little further and crossed the Densa River from west to east, he would encounter the rebels.The number of rebels was several times that of his troops, so the entire battle group had to rely on the terrain of low hills and river banks to shorten the defense line.

He summoned the commanders and confirmed the deployment one last time:
"The battalions crossed the river in batches, and upon arrival immediately set up positions on the banks of the river and on the Borodino hill, leaving room for our artillery and cavalry.

"Lana has repelled three attacks by the rebels. The rebels will soon deploy their main force, including those hybrid experiments."

"Remember, the target of the campaign is Iseus and the command of the rebels. We must deal enough blows to the rebels in the battle before they will appear."

The battlefield was already very close, and the dense musket salvo and the howling and roaring one after another were connected together.

Griffith watched the commanders return to their ranks.Teams of soldiers passed in front of him, followed by squadrons of 6-pound guns, getting stuck in the mud from time to time, and then someone immediately spread wooden boards and poured sand and stones, and continued to move.

This army rolled towards the battlefield. The marching soldiers were a little nervous and uneasy, but no one made any noise, and they were as quiet and stable as running water.

Griffith stopped to examine the army.The march for two consecutive days has not damaged the combat effectiveness of the troops, and they will appear on the battlefield with a full posture.

However, when he looked in the direction of the battlefield, among the hills and woods that he couldn't see, the smoke and dust rising from the sky made his spirituality throb, and it seemed that there was an indescribable horror and bone-eating madness, far away. Far beyond the limits of what mortals can comprehend.

"Nella and Aaron must be hiding nearby," Griffith raised his whip and pointed forward, and said to Galadia beside him, "This is not only a battle between our army and the rebels, but also a battle between the chosen ones." The first battle of the last stage of the sacrifice. We don't know yet what amazing mystery they will come up with."

When Griffith said this, his heart beat like a snare drum.His gaze turned to Neferthi, who followed the command.The closer to the battlefield, the more unstable the echo crystal, and the communication between troops can only be carried out through traditional methods such as heralds, semaphore, and raven.If Naira suddenly made a sneak attack in the melee, it would be difficult for Griffith on the front line to support Galadia in the first place.

Moreover, he also had an indescribable uneasiness that something more incomprehensible and uncontrollable was about to happen.

Galadia held the commanding helmet that Griffith had taken off because of the heat, tilted her head, and looked into his eyes: "Are you not sure?"

"Yes," the knight honestly admitted, "if we attack 1 people or face Beamon, I have no hesitation. I firmly believe that we can win. However, my battle has never involved so many gods.

"Iseus must die, the rebels must be destroyed, but we are not the only ones who imagine this.

"When you take this step, you can't stop."

Miss Elf smiled and raised her hand, and flicked his curly black hair due to sweat and dust:

"This kind of thing started the day we met, didn't it? There are still many puzzles that still have no answers, don't they?"

Griffith thought about it, and found that it was true: "You're right~"

Galadia nodded, and stuffed the helmet into his hand:
"The power of the Outer Gods is full of unknowns. We don't know what Naila has behind him. However, being closer to Neferti allows me to perceive abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Griffith, you just need to focus on the army and fight as usual. Naila, leave it to me~ I am a supernatural being with dual attributes of a spellcaster and a ranger, and I have an advantage against such half-baked favored .Attribute restraint!"

Miss Elf raised her arm to show her strength, and stared at each other for a while with Griffith who didn't know how to answer.Suddenly, she remembered something, took out a psionic crystal and handed it to Griffith:
"Sonia prepared this for you. I just finished debugging it. You can try it. Theoretically, she can observe strong psionic ripples in Homonwarts and provide you with early warning and communication support."

"And this?" Griffith took it curiously, "Will it not be disturbed?"

"No, the principle is different," Miss Elf drew circles on the ground with her toes, "It can only support your contact with her, find each other's spiritual energy coordinates through the contract, and establish a channel without interference. I have to say, Some people's contract, really, well, use, ah~"

Griffith tried not to cover his face.

Transcendents are a decisive force on the battlefield.Their powerful psychic ripples are constantly under official surveillance.With Sonia's support, Griffith can get a timely warning, at least he doesn't have to worry about being caught off guard by the sudden appearance of God's hand.This is also a good thing, right...

He tried to stay calm and changed the subject:

"Halandir's half-elf brigade is the reserve team for this battle, we try not to use it as much as possible. Once Naira launches an attack, you need Halandir to support you."

……

At 4:15 on April 13th, Griffith, Ophelia, and Murat arrived at the battlefield.Also arriving at the same time were three cavalry squadrons.

Rana had already established positions on low hills and river banks.Due to time constraints, they just built a low wall at chest height.Outside the low wall, the rebels surrounded them densely from three directions.

"Prepare for a general attack!"

Following the thunderous roar of a certain Extraordinary, one after another shouts rose from the ground, shaking the sky, as if the heaven and the earth were filled with their shouts.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Thunderous drumbeats rolled in, and dense spears advanced like a forest.The loud battle roar of the rebels beat their own chests, and the black pressure pressed down on the Borodino low hill.

There are crowds of rebels all over the mountains and plains, and there are gleaming spear stabs everywhere.

From morning to now, the rebel troops have launched three charges, but they can't touch the troops trained by Earl Chalon.Lana has been restraining the use of troops, keeping the elite dragoons.However, looking at the tide of enemies, his face was full of cruel killing intent:
"As you can see, the fourth wave is imminent.

"The rebel army is endless. Our army suffers casualties all the time. As long as it is flesh and blood, it will bleed and become exhausted. With such an endless offensive, it is inevitable that there will be omissions. Now all the cavalry of our army have arrived, my black wolf , and the squadrons of Stormwind and Murat, more than 600 armored cavalry, let us gather together to launch a counterattack and crush them!"

This proposal made everyone a little bit excited.It is entirely possible for the six hundred elite cavalry led by the extraordinary to smash tens of thousands of people into pieces with a single counterattack.

"Yes! Send out the cavalry reserves!" Murat yelled, beating her chest, "Griffith! What are you doing! Right now!"

The vanguard of the rebel army is the driven civilians, beat them, drive them back to the Chinese army! ...

Griffith's blood suddenly roared, and he turned around almost subconsciously, his eyes swept over the full armored cavalry on the back of the low hill.The will and fighting spirit surged with his thoughts, and the officers and Extraordinary who followed him seemed to have received invisible orders to tidy up their swords, put on their helmets, and prepare to rush to the battlefield.

"commander."

Griffith suddenly heard a gentle call.He stopped, and it was a moment before he realized it was Sonia's voice.

The spirit of the Countess traveled across great distances to find him.

"Sonia," Griffith responded hastily, "it's great to hear your voice."

"Well, me too!" Although they couldn't meet each other, Sonia was still very happy. "I detected a large number of psychic ripples in the north of you, which should be the hybrid experimental body of the rebel army."

"Understood, keep observing, we will deal with it," Griffith calmed down, and said to Lana, Ophelia, Murat and the commanders who had arrived:
"These are not the main force of the rebels. We're going to let them bring it up themselves.

"I order—

"Cavalry reserve, don't move!"

……

"Joseph, Serrell, and Green are attacking with their fifth, ninth, and No.12 columns," said Oscar, commander of Ghulam, "and my brothers and sisters have also completed their preparations. Iseus, This will be our decisive battle."

"Mika, cough, cough, cough, will you fight?" Isius asked out of breath, hiding under the thick black cloak.

"That's natural, he will give the Byelan army a surprise," Oscar said in a low voice, "reminding them of the fear of being dominated by overwhelming power."

"Well, cough cough, very good! Beware, the armored cavalry counterattacked," Iseus held his chest, as if he was going to suffer heart-piercing pain for every sentence, "I will also go to battle and prepare the carrier."

He wanted to say something more, when suddenly a burst of dense explosions resounded across the battlefield.

"Roboshot!"

Hundreds of muskets spewed fierce flames in three directions, and the rebel ranks rushing up the hillside burst into a blood mist. A large number of soldiers staggered and fell to the ground one by one, and the smell of blood and screams filled the field.

The four battalions led by Lana, Ophelia, Russell, and Warren Haydn have been assembled.Their pikemen were behind and the musketeers were in front, forming four rows across the low hill.

First the first row of musketeers fired.Instead of retreating, they took the loaded muskets from the musketeers in the back row and handed over the empty guns.The muskets were passed row by row, and passed to the last row for reloading.

The charging rebels were knocked down, and the rest were still roaring forward.The Bayeran soldiers in front of them are only covered by a low parapet, and there are not many of them, as long as they rush up, they will be crushed in an instant!
There are also many rebel archers carrying bows and arrows and matchlock guns, shooting from the crowd on the hillside.

Some of them charged, some retreated, some shot, some fell, and the black crowd rushed forward row by row.

"volley!"

The second round of guns rang out immediately, densely like thunder!

Then came the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh shots.The dense gunfire continued, and the rebels charging along the broad front seemed to have hit an invisible wall. The people in front fell thirty yards in front of the parapet, and the soldiers behind jumped over the corpses and were knocked down two steps away.

Every time a volley of guns fired, the soldiers fell in a row.

The corpses piled up slowly, the wounded were lying all over the ground, and blood flowed out on the hillside.The gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the flames burst out layer by layer. After several rounds of firing, the musketeers of the four battalions no longer knew what they were fighting.

They don't aim, they follow the military orders mechanically, and they shoot a round when they raise their guns.

The rebel musketeers, archers, armored halberdiers, and unarmored pikemen were all brought down by the rain of bullets from overhead.Whether it is an officer or a soldier, the dense lead bullets treat them equally, knocking them down row by row.

"Retreat, brothers!"

"There is no hope!"

One by one, the battalions of the rebel vanguard wavered and retreated.The soldiers at the back couldn't see the battle situation in front of them clearly, and they didn't know what happened in front of the thick human wall, and they got mixed up with the retreating troops.

At this moment, the thunder above the head suddenly stopped.The soldiers who survived the catastrophe thought in amazement that they had escaped from hell. Looking around, they saw distorted corpses and dying wounded soldiers everywhere in the thick blood mist.

Even the most fanatical fighters were awakened by icy water.The courage of the charge dissipated, and timidity, fear and despair immediately rushed to my heart.

Some rebels vaguely heard several terrifying and wanton voices hovering in the gunpowder smoke ahead.

"I couldn't see through the smoke, but they seemed to be standing still."

"It's a bit strange, we are waiting for cooling, what are they waiting for?"

Griffith pulled out Hanguang and said to everyone: "The musketeer stays put,

"Pike assault!"

With an order, there was a loud rolling noise of the rumbling iron armor, rolling straight down.

"what--!"

The rebels gathered at the foot of the hill yelled heart-piercingly, threw away the weapons in their hands, and scurried into the crowd.

One after another, the brigades exploded, and everyone fled backwards pushing and shoving, rolling over other troops all the way, and routed like a tide.

(End of this chapter)