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"Heavy Armored Array!"

The dull drums sounded, and the heavy armored troops heard the order, raised their heavy shields, formed arc-shaped barriers of about 200 meters on each side, and stood still to protect the central army.

Seeing this situation, more than a thousand cavalrymen of the Holy War Army had to bypass them, rush a longer distance, and charge the rear wing of the River Valley Army from the rear in order to make them collapse.

"Cavalry cover!"

The plate armored cavalry of the River Valley rushed out, about 500 people, to intercept the Knights of Judgment and the Demon Hunters.

The two cavalry rushed in both directions and crossed each other. About 300 cavalrymen fell from their horses, both on the enemy and on our side.

But in this confrontation, the Holy War Army used the Knights of Judgment and the Demon Hunters as the spearhead, which was obviously better.

"Casting Group!"

At this time, more than ten war horses from the River Valley side rushed out from the side.

The witch in plate armor on horseback cast a spell, and the space of dozens of meters in radius suddenly became dark. The knights of the Holy War Army were shocked. The horses under them could not adapt to the sudden change. Some fell on the spot, some hesitated, and some slowed down and were knocked down by their comrades behind. The scene was in chaos.

The demon hunter knight quickly sprinkled holy salt, but only dispelled part of the darkness.

Then they were attacked by spells from the darkness.

The intermediate witches mixed in with the valley cavalry. Under the protection of a group of cavalry, they cast spells suddenly and attacked together, knocking many cavalry of the Holy War Army off their horses.

…

"Prepare for the fourth round of shooting!"

"Fire!"

"Spear phalanx! Throw away the bows and arrows! Push over! Push over!"

"Heavy armored brigade! Disband the formation! Push over! Push over!"

"Archer brigade! Sniper group! Free shooting! Arrow rain cover!"

War orders were conveyed to all teams one by one. This was an offensive plan formulated long before the war.

…

Arrows are extremely deadly to the unarmored army.

They are numerous and can neither flee nor hide. Even mail armor cannot stop sharp arrows.

After three rounds of arrow rain, many gaps were made in the line of the Crusade Army. There was widespread grief and the formation was on the verge of collapse.

But they had an absolute advantage in numbers. Inspired by the Sister of the Hymn, a group of people launched a self-sacrificing attack.

Half of the three thousand armored soldiers rushed over with about two thousand swordsmen.

The Crusade Army had a war mode of long-range bows and arrows, mid-range javelins, and close-range phalanxes.

The javelin throwers followed behind them, but javelins were suitable for medium and long distances. A large number of javelin throwers fell on the battlefield before they could play a role.

And their archers were defeated by the River Valley Army in the garrison camp. Even if they could barely gather a group of long-range archers, the quality was very different from that of the archers on the River Valley side. Facing the terrifying arrow rain attack, the former had no way to fight back.

Even if they could launch a shooting, their arrows were useless against the enemy's solid armor.

In close combat, a thousand spearmen pushed forward directly. Swordsmen who were good at single-soldier combat suffered heavy casualties as soon as they came into contact. Some were directly pierced like gourds and could not avoid it.

"Spear phalanx! Forward! Forward!!"

The spear phalanx held super spears horizontally and advanced forward in rows and columns, like a silver torrent crushing a ball of wool.

This was a confrontation on the front battlefield. The Crusades collapsed at the first touch, and the defense line was eroded.

"Heavy Armored Brigade! Press forward!"

The two wings encountered the heavy armored brigade, which was like a steel wall advancing. Those who encountered it could not break through the two wings, and could only retreat to squeeze the people behind them, making the unbearable battlefield even more chaotic.

"Guards Brigade! Tear the enemy apart!"

The Guards Phalanx squeezed to the front line, each holding a long sword and a shield, rushed into the Crusades that were out of control, and began a one-sided massacre.

Cold armor, sharp blades, ruthless massacre.

More and more bodies fell to the ground, and the corpses were everywhere.

More and more blood flowed out, and the blood flowed into a river.

…

Roman stood on a hill, looking far away, and could see the battle situation.

Shasta opened her red lips slightly, staring blankly at the scene in front of her. At this moment, she thought of a lot, thinking of the situation of Witch Lin, and her teacher Thunder Witch's last words before her death were still vivid. She said that witches were just dying in vain and making meaningless sacrifices...

Margaret stared straight at the tragic battlefield, her breathing gradually became rapid, and she couldn't bear the throbbing in her heart. She quickly grabbed a horse and rushed to the battlefield.

"Margaret!" Shasta shouted.

But the Scarlet Witch seemed not to hear it.

She rushed into the battlefield on horseback, her bloody hair dancing wildly in the air, the scarlet in her eyes flourished, and the blood posture awakened, like the queen coming, adding the most intense color to this chaotic battlefield.

Roman frowned slightly, but soon relaxed, everything was unimportant.

The war is set.

…

Angus knew that the Sisters of the Hymn had done their best, but the current situation had developed beyond everyone's expectations.

This could not be saved by faith or morale.

The Crusades were crushed.

Their archers were annihilated at the beginning.

The knights they sent out were entangled by the enemy's cavalry.

The armored soldiers and swordsmen were defeated on the front battlefield, and the two wings of the blasphemer's army were protected by an iron wall.

Unless the Sisters of the Hymn could directly call on the gods to come, they would have no chance of winning this war.

"Leave it all to the gods!" said the young knight.

The young knight pulled the reins and looked at the believers who were killed with compassion.

"Sir Angus, let's go!" Matthew's lips turned pale, and Bishop Elva trembled all over.

They watched the Valley Guards kill more than half of the holy war army.

The army of tens of thousands of people was completely out of control in just one hour.

Some people were fleeing, some didn't know where to flee, there were people everywhere, shouting and killing everywhere, like a headless fly.

"Sir Matthew, Bishop Elva, you go." Angus said, "I will cover your retreat, you take the believers back."

Here is the last batch of reserve cavalry.

Angus shouted suddenly: "Don't retreat in battle, don't avoid strong enemies, forget life in desperate situations, know that you will die but don't surrender! Holy war, holy war! Glory, glory! Gods shine on me! Shine on me!!"

"Charge with me! Charge with me!!"

The north wind was roaring, and the knights were roaring too.

After he finished speaking, he raised his lance high, just like his spine.

Angus pulled the reins and the warhorse started running.

The young figure rushed forward to the corrupt battlefield, like a knight launching a final charge at the end of the world.

"Lord Angus!" Someone called him.

But the call was drowned out by more responses.

"Gods, please shine on us!" The reserve cavalry set off collectively, one warhorse after another followed behind him, and the sound of galloping horses became one.

This last force tried to stop the ruthless crushing terror army and create time for the rest of the Crusades to retreat, but unexpectedly met the Scarlet Witch who was also running towards the battlefield from another direction.

The lance and the spell collided, and the two sides fought and rushed into the battlefield at the same time.

Angus's warhorse was extremely good, and it was as fast as lightning. The tip of his lance was made of diamond, which was indestructible. He wore a blood gem, which gave him abundant energy. So he was the last one to die.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting until he was hit by something. His blood boiled in his body, and his body was also impacted. He flew up, flew high, and then fell heavily to the ground.

He had no regrets. He really came to this strange land with a devout faith and a sincere passion. He joined the holy war and was willing to sacrifice his life to protect the believers of the gods, just because he was also a believer. If he met the gods at this moment, he could also proudly say: "I did my best for your believers!"

Angus lay on the ground full of blood and mud, still holding the lance tightly, bleeding from all seven orifices. He could no longer see his original young and handsome appearance. He tried to stare at the direction of the sun with his blind eyes.

In the vast and cold sky, only the sun was warm. He tried to reach out and grab the invisible sun, and also wanted to see if the believers had retreated safely.

But he couldn't catch anything, and he couldn't see anything. The cold army passed by him, no one cared about a dying man, and no one cared about the tragedy of a vigorous sun falling mercilessly in the morning before noon. It was like the rumbling wheels ruthlessly rolling over the years, leaving only a track of progress in history.