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The infantry of the third battalion was a fresh force.

They re-established the second line of defense about 40 meters away from the first battle line.

After the first battle line collapsed, the soldiers desperately ran back.

This caused great difficulties in building the defense line.

Because it was not the enemy but the friendly forces that attacked the defense line.

The soldiers of the third battalion could only desperately stand firm in the adverse tide.

Nathan asked them to stick to their posts and not waver.

At this time, Green and Aaron also led the non-commissioned officers to retreat in a panic.

The second line of defense immediately took effect and effectively intercepted the knights and the conscripted army.

Whoosh!

A magic steel arrow pierced the air fiercely.

It shot straight over - above it was a flurry of arrows, below it was a chaotic battlefield, it shuttled in the middle, and finally shot and killed a knight who was rushing to the front.

Roman told the archers not to stop, and shoot as many as they could.

Now it was time for a decisive battle.

But the archers were not well-trained enough.

Especially when they heard the shouts and screams in front of them, they panicked, their hearts were in disarray, and their hands were shaking.

They were not as accurate as they were in training because they could not accurately estimate the distance. Most of the arrows missed.

They either shot too far or shot too far to the side, hitting the steep sides.

There was a battle in the front, and there was a battle in the back.

They were only two or three hundred meters apart.

The back could hear the movement in the front.

The front could also hear the movement in the back.

The sound transmission effect of the valley was very good, and the sound waves would be reflected back.

Roman's army was sandwiched on both sides, in danger, shaky, and in a desperate situation, as if it would be broken in the next second.

…

The beast warriors fought bravely in the back.

They carried logs to charge and first destroyed the heavy array.

They rushed in, thinking that they could kill a lot and then break the array in one fell swoop.

Because they are good at attacking, capturing the flaws of the enemy, and then biting the enemy like beasts.

But the facts told them that the Carter family was wrong.

All the heavy armored soldiers were very brave, and no one retreated. The soldiers who were knocked down by the logs also stood up and fought with the Carter family warriors.

They were Roman's most elite troops, and they were led by the most physically fit soldiers.

The physical fitness of the beast warriors was half that of a knight in battle.

But the gap between the two was really not that big.

Roman's array was arranged like this:

The front line was four infantry battalions as the vanguard, the middle was knife-wielding scouts and longbowmen, military supplies and miscellaneous servants, and a large number of wounded soldiers, and the rear was the heavy armored troops.

If the rear was lost, the enemy could drive straight in, threaten the longbowmen, and then stab the front line.

Once attacked from both inside and outside, even the iron army could not withstand it.

The heavy armored troops knew their importance.

Four hundred people arranged four layers of 100-meter shield walls, and the first three layers of shield walls were broken by the warriors of the beast family. The impact force disappeared and finally stopped at the fourth layer of shield wall.

In a relatively chaotic scene.

All the heavy infantry no longer formed a wall, but formed a defensive circle after another, fighting with the beast warriors.

Each defensive circle had at least three or five people, and at most more than ten people.

Wearing a steel mask, Jet did not bother to hide, and used the Holy Light Sword Technique to start a killing spree!

His movements were agile and smooth, and his rapier was as fast as lightning, killing the beast warriors who broke into the formation one after another.

In a blink of an eye, three or four casualties were caused.

…

It was obvious that they had the upper hand!

They really had a big advantage!

Attacking from both sides, the number of people far exceeded the opponent!

Anyone who saw it would see that they had the upper hand!

But when did the situation turn around?

It was because the comrades around him were killed and wounded more and more.

It was because the arrows in the sky never stopped.

It was because the shouts of killing in the back were getting louder and louder, but there was no sign that the beast warriors did not threaten Roman's back.

It was the elite troops like the knights who failed to penetrate the enemy, but were stopped and forced to fight, unable to advance or retreat.

The knights were the limit of launching a surprise attack.

When they were exposed to Roman's vision, nearly twenty knights were killed or injured within two minutes - because they were too densely positioned, some were killed with one arrow.

Count Kant looked at the battlefield in front of him with a pale face.

He didn't know the specific situation on the front line.

But he knew...

Still resisting...

Can't penetrate! Why can't they penetrate!

They have used all their strength!

"Sir Foucault, Sir Steve, Sir Simon... Launch another attack! As long as we win, everything will be fine for us!"

Wieliczka looked embarrassed.

Steve was gloomy.

Simon was calm.

Sir Simon spoke first. "Forgive me, Lord Earl, my army has suffered heavy casualties and cannot launch an attack."

"You want to withdraw?!" Count Kant stared at Simon with red eyes.

"As you can see!"

"You betrayed the covenant!"

Sir Simon shook his head, "I don't remember any covenant with you, Lord Earl, let me take my leave."

He bowed and left.

Count Kant trembled all over, holding the long sword at his waist tightly, and his face, which was originally well-maintained, now looked a little old.

"Sir Foucault, Sir Steve, Sir Front... What about you?"

"Once! I will only launch it once!" Wieliczka said.

"The last time!" Steve also sighed.

The nobles’ modesty and honor prevented them from leaving like this, which was tantamount to betraying their allies.

“Okay, okay! The Kant family will not forget your efforts!” He was still resisting…

The army of the Wieliczka family and the army of Garande were regrouped and began to move towards the battlefield.

But before they were halfway there, what they first encountered was not a rain of arrows.

Instead, it was the impact of the defeated army and the pursuit of the enemy in the rear.

Wieliczka’s eyes widened immediately.

“Run!” He shouted subconsciously with a foggy head.

For the time being, he had some military common sense.

Ravines, defeated army, and enemy pursuit.

The defeat was like a mountain collapsing.

The enemy army rolled up the pearl curtain, and they would be drowned in the defeated army, either being trampled to death or becoming part of the defeated army and losing all their combat effectiveness.

Garande’s scalp was also numb, and he led his men to run without hesitation.

"Put down your weapons! Kneel down and surrender! Those who don't surrender will die!!" Nathan's heavy armor clanged. He rushed to the front and kept chasing, the sound was like thunder.

Count Kant looked at the chaotic scene from afar.

It was the second time he heard that voice.

A few months ago, it was that roar that made him realize the situation and regain his consciousness.

Now, he regained his consciousness and recognized the reality.

Bloody reality, cruel reality.

He couldn't understand why he was defeated.

Why the opponent's organization, armaments, and morale were so much stronger than their noble coalition.

"Let's go." Count Kant said to his guards in despair.

They rode away from the battlefield.

Halfway through the journey, Count Kant suddenly burst into tears.

"The Kant family's century-old foundation and century-old accumulation. Now, it's all gone... all gone..."

He felt unprecedented confusion and innocence.

If he attacked the town of Sger and was retaliated by Roman, it would be his own fault.

But it was Roman who attacked his territory, plundered his population, and beat him into such a miserable state.

Gods above...

Is there still a place for reason in this land!

...

Roman used all his troops to fight in the valley, and was attacked from both sides.

With 2,000 troops, he devoured the enemy's 7,000 troops.

Killed more than 1,600 enemies.

Captured more than 2,000 remnants of the defeated army.

Lost more than 500 of his own people and injured more than 400.

This battle!

Victory! A great victory!