Realm of Power

A whirlwind blew in the sky, causing a killing spree between heaven and earth. The Nord army that was moving backwards was stopped in one place.

The battle flag waved, there was a loud thunder, and there was a noise in the Nord army. The Nord left offensive echelon composed of twenty square formations began to roll forward, the front of the formation flashed with the metallic light of armored shields and spears.

"First Legion, advance." Loud shouts came from the direction of the Nords. At this most critical moment related to the morale of the entire army, the Nord King Agrork decisively placed his combat power second only to the Guards. The first legion of the army was pushed out,

The momentum of the entire attack was like a tsunami, like an avalanche that could not be stopped. Under the footsteps of these 10,000 elite Rohde soldiers, the ground was trampled so heavily that it sank.

"What are you still afraid of? Look behind you, we will win." In the hoarse shouts of Duke Birkyardis, the veteran general who was in charge of commanding the front line, the restless Nord soldiers stopped their retreating steps, and their eyes were fixed on Attracted by the momentum of the left wing, the blood is boiling. This is the real German army.

Looking at the mountain-like footsteps of the First Army, there is a spirit of looking back at death, which seems to have penetrated into the hearts of all Nord soldiers as the left wing advances like a torrent of steel.

"Go forward, brothers, His Majesty is waiting for our victory news on the high slope." Riding on a tall horse, Skres, a famous traditional warrior from Nord, ran between the squadrons, and he drew his sword high. , swung forward, the blade of the sword reflected the dazzling brilliance of the scorching sun. "For Your Majesty, march forward bravely. No Germans have ever been cowards."

"It's true that the Germans are never cowards."

The defeated army turned around excitedly, competing with each other to rush into the queue like a rolling wave on the left wing. The spirit of the Rode people who had been silent for a long time and regarded death as home seemed to be awakened by the rumbling iron-blooded footsteps.

"The momentum is so strong that it deserves to be the first Nord army."

Varisien held the reins of the war horse tightly with his fingers, and looked at the long steel line on the opposite side like a mountain with bright eyes. There was a trace of solemnity on his face. He could feel the spirit of the German army on the opposite side, which seemed to have come to life. The First Army of Nord, the ace army except King Nord’s Praetorian Guard,

A burst of black smoke and dust rose up from the enemy's left wing, covering the sky and covering the sun. The First Army, which had already lost one-third of its strength, still had such momentum. It can be seen that the name of this army's elite is by no means in vain.

"Target, 180 meters ahead, shoot." The orders from the left wing of the Falcon formation came one after another. Countless Falcon crossbowmen picked up the powerful infantry crossbows in their hands. The bow strings sounded like a heavy rain, and a black flash was like a black swarm of locusts. Suddenly from the horizon, the sky and the earth were covered, like all the stars in the sky falling to the ground

"Grid Shield" Facing the rain of bursting arrows that almost blocked the sun, the Nord First Legion let out an exciting shout. Countless shields stood up like a rolling wave, and clusters of clanging arrows hit the stainless steel shields. , was bounced away heavily, and the arrow clusters covered it like a waterfall. The white light feathers continued to draw brilliant brilliance in the air.

Layers of arrows were blocked in front of the Nord army's shield array, just like sudden raindrops falling on the windowsill, creating a breathtakingly beautiful spectacle.

It's just that this kind of spectacle represents heart-stopping killing and bloodshed. Even the tightest shield wall is getting closer and closer before the mercury-like fierce attack of the Falcon Army's blocking longbow formation. The front row Nord soldiers keep falling,

Varisien's face became more and more serious. As the Nord army's offensive advanced, thunderous vibrations were heard in front of the left wing. The ground beneath his feet was shaking violently. There were crowds of people in front, and countless Nord heavy infantrymen. Holding the shield, holding the spear in front of him, he charged forward to kill. The Lud people's spears were straight forward like a forest.

Even though a layer of arrows were cut off several times, the soldiers behind were still surging like a wave. The distance between the two armies was less than 50 meters. This was the final shooting distance of the crossbow. Once a breakthrough was made, , it was a head-on collision between the two armies.

"shoot arrows"

The Rode people's counterattack came quickly. 30 loaded arrow carts sprayed thousands of arrow clusters into the sky at the same time. The sky was suddenly filled with silver light spots. From behind the advancing row of the Rode army, Miru suddenly flew out. The arrows of locusts were so dense that they covered the sky

"Ah" the Falcon Crossbowmen who were caught off guard were shot by the hail of arrows. From time to time someone fell down on the queue. The dense queue suddenly became thinner.

"Forward" Nord's vanguard is still advancing,

The cry of "Go up" was like thunder suddenly erupting in the mountains. Thousands of Falcon infantry also swooped down from the heights at this moment, while the Nord First Army attacked from the bottom up.

At such a distance, the crossbowmen's penetrating attack has no effect, and the thornwa longbowmen cannot mobilize on their own in order to deal with the main frontal force of the Nord army.

"kill"

The forwards of both armies were equipped with long weapons such as spears or spears. At the beginning of the confrontation, both armies fought in arrays. The Falcon infantry had a geographical advantage, and the heavy infantry of the Nordic First Army was also absolutely elite.

The two armies were like huge rocks rolling down from the mountains and hitting an iron hammer from the bottom up. The moment the fronts of the two armies hit, the soldiers simultaneously shouted "kill" from the bottom of their hearts.

The dense array of spears were desperately poking at the opponent's queue. The spears were arranged so densely that even the air could not pass through them. They poked at the guns and shields and made various sounds, some crisp and clear. , some of them screamed so hard that their teeth were sore. The entire row of soldiers had their chests pierced by the long stabbing spears, and they fell to the ground with blood splattering.

The queues on both sides were constantly attacking. Each impact produced a large number of sacrifices and bloody corpses, and soon a long line of corpses was formed on the front of the two armies.

The tragic battle occurred after all the spears of the frontline soldiers were broken.

Soldiers met hand to hand, and a frightening melee began. Tens of thousands of soldiers from both sides were strangled together, like two beasts biting each other, a piece of flesh and a piece of blood. The soldiers on both sides picked up all the weapons they could use. Swords, axes, flails, shields beat against shields, men pushed against each other,

The excellent combat power of the Nord heavy infantry was quickly reflected in close combat. These Nord heavy infantry, which had become red-eyed, showed the craziest side of the Nord bloodline.

They rushed into the spear array of the Falcon Army without fear of death. Even though their bodies were pierced by the spears, they still screamed with bared teeth and used the heavy short battle axes in their hands to slash anything in front of them. , or it will be cut off in half, with half of the spear still inserted in his body, or the face of the pale Falcon infantry,

Even if there is only one person, they dare to charge at the entire Falcon Army, with flying axes. The strength of the Rhodian heavy infantry is like a violent hurricane, blowing the Falcon Army infantry array to pieces.

"Follow me"

In order to overthrow the Falcon Army's dense wall of spears, many Nord heavy infantrymen in heavy armor screamed like this, protected the most critical positions with shields, and then shouted and rushed forward against the spears. go,

Although in the end they are often stabbed into bloody gourds by spears from all directions,

But in the gap he rushed into, he had knocked over a group of people. The Falcon Army's most dense spear array, faced with such a warrior who was not afraid of death, could only try his best to hold them in front with his spear. The one at the front The soldiers are red-eyed, life and death are no longer important, they only have victory in their eyes

"Charge up!" The mighty Nord First Army shouted an overwhelming cry. For a moment, the numerically superior Falcon Army infantry queue was pushed up the slope by the powerful impact of the Nord heavy infantry. Go up and back up slowly,

Under the fierce offensive of the Nord First Army, the Falcon infantry formation with more light infantry gradually collapsed.

The military flag was tilted here and there, the soldiers' armor was damaged, and their helmets were shattered by the battle axes of the Nord infantry. The defense line along the hillside was like a dike washed by the flood, and it was in danger.

"Brothers, hold on," Yaquin, the leader of the fifth flag of the Falcon Army on the front of the left wing, shouted loudly.

"For the honor of the Falcon Army," before he finished speaking, a Rode ax thrower aimed at him and threw a short battle ax.

Yaquin felt a cold light in front of his eyes, and then a heavy impact, which almost made him fall down. Huge pain hit him, and he saw that his thickly armored left shoulder was full of blood and broken flesh, and the shoulder pads were made of fine iron. He was also shattered by this blow, and half of the battle ax was deeply embedded in his shoulder blade.

"general"

"Lord's little bastards want to kill me in the next life."

Amidst the screams of the soldiers, Yaquin pulled out half of the hatchet from his shoulder with a grin, bringing out a piece of bloody flesh. His eyes were like a wounded leopard filled with bloodshot eyes. He held it with himself The sharp ax that smashed the meat suddenly struck down with thunderous momentum, and a Nord heavy infantryman who wanted to take advantage was hit in the head.

With a click, the helmet was suddenly split open, and blood spurted out from the wound, spraying on Yaquin's face. He was shocked by the burly general's anger like a volcanic eruption and the murderous murderous intent like a ghost. The Rode soldier involuntarily chose to go around him,

A bloody Falcon Flag Captain galloped towards him on horseback. A few meters away from Varisien, he rolled off his horse due to injuries. Several soldiers standing nearby quickly ran over to help him up. , this stubborn flag captain pushed away the soldiers in front of him, hurriedly ran to Varisien, and shouted, "Sir, the left wing, the left wing can't survive. If we don't have support, the left wing will be penetrated by the Nords." "

"Reinforcements? Do you think I have any reinforcements here?"

Varisien turned around, and the battle situation in front of him also made him frown. Just one Nord First Army put his left wing of 20,000 people in crisis, and his front was the most elite. The Nord Guards also began to move. At this moment, even if he faced the left wing and could not break the crisis, he could not mobilize any support forces from the front (to be continued)