Throne of the North

More troops are not necessarily better. The 100,000 troops of the Twin Cities only walked ten miles in one day.

His Highness Hernan, who had never had any command experience, did not realize the seriousness of the matter when he saw 300 people die just after dawn.

"I have 100,000 troops. What does the death of 300 slaves mean?"

He did not know how to command, but he knew the difference between 100,000 and 300 as he had received education, so he did not care.

"Keep going!"

He ordered loudly, and at the same time arranged for the extraordinary army of Count Cantra - the Death Army to guard him. Although the witch and ghost army of Grand Duke Leta was more powerful, he was unwilling to get too close to the witch and ghost. Even in the 100,000 troops, the witch and ghost army was at the back.

100,000 people walked in chaos. If it were not for the flat terrain, the army would have been broken into several sections.

Hernan couldn't see this kind of thing, not only him, but also the others in the 100,000-man army. However, when the Griffin Legion arrived at the end of the sky, all the contradictions of the 100,000-man army appeared.

"The Griffin Legion is coming!"

On their way to march, the Griffin Legion had already launched an attack. Facing the monster with claws as big as their heads, the soldiers were extremely terrified. The soldiers at the front certainly didn't want to be the first to face this terrible enemy, so they ran to the back.

At this moment, the army that was originally advancing fell down in a large area. The soldiers in the front retreated, the soldiers in the back advanced, and the soldiers in the middle suffered.

They stood unsteadily. The most important thing was that the roar of the Griffin Legion above their heads frightened everyone. The roars of the knights came one after another, but the soldiers at the bottom here didn't know whose orders to obey. They watched others flee for their lives, so they instinctively followed.

In just a dozen seconds, the 100,000-man army fled in a large area, and some soldiers fled directly to both sides.

Hernan's face turned pale as he watched the wave rushing towards him. He roared in anger, but his voice could not be heard more than a hundred meters away.

The first enemy that the extraordinary army in the Kingdom Alliance faced was their own people.

For example, the Death Army of Count Cantra, before they had time to put on armor and pick up weapons, they saw tens of thousands of people rushing towards them in front of them. Even the extraordinary knights could not help but turn pale at this moment.

"What are you still standing there for? Let them go forward, forward!"

"Let them attack, no, defend!"

Hernan roared, watching his 100,000 troops collapse in an instant, and even the Griffin Army in the sky had not launched an attack at this moment.

Someone heard his words, and the roar spread throughout the army, but it still could not stop the army in front from retreating.

They did not dare to face the powerful Griffin Army at all. These soldiers were just slaves at best a few days ago. They would be afraid of a more vicious dog, let alone those griffins.

Finally, tens of thousands of soldiers began to squeeze the camp of the Extraordinary Legion. The densely packed soldiers rushed over. After the knights in front resisted for the first few seconds, they were also dispersed by a large number of soldiers.

"Kill!"

"Don't care who they are! Kill anyone who dares to approach the camp!"

Finally, a strong man of the Death Legion, a Holy Knight, roared, and the knights who were not wearing armor but picked up weapons began to kill these soldiers.

At this time, the Griffin Legion in the sky also launched an attack. The huge griffins fell to the ground in groups, grabbed the soldiers and brought them to the sky with the latter's screams of fear. The knights on their backs had already waved their weapons and harvested the lives of the soldiers around them who turned their backs to them at the moment of landing.

The entire battlefield was in great chaos, and gradually evolved into a massacre of ordinary troops by several Extraordinary Legions.

This sudden attack made the 100,000 troops confused. If the Griffin Legion was given time, I am afraid they could make the 100,000 troops annihilated here.

The chaotic battlefield lasted for two hours and ended with the intervention of powerful extraordinary people. The Griffin Corps did not want to suffer too much loss. Each griffin was expensive, and the knights on its back seemed cheap in comparison.

The Griffin Corps left, but the 100,000 troops on the spot did not end.

The witches and ghosts who drank the blood of their own people were empty around them. No soldiers dared to approach them. Countless soldiers on the vast plains looked around in a hurry. The people around them seemed to be their own people, but they didn't recognize any of them.

They tried to find the knights who led them, so they walked through the already broken battlefield, making this land look particularly busy.

Since the appearance of the Griffin Corps, the 100,000 troops have not organized any resistance, including those extraordinary legions. They were busy cleaning up the "aliens" in their own team, and there was no wide land for them to directly face the griffin knights who fell from the sky.

Perhaps it is a compliment to describe them as a pile of loose sand.

"How could this happen?"

Hernan looked at the chaotic battlefield. Although he didn't understand it very well, he also understood that his 100,000-strong army was easily defeated by a charge of the Griffin Legion.

He didn't understand why this happened. He had 100,000 troops. He only needed to attack one after another to bring victory after victory and countless prestige to the king and himself.

How could he lose?

"How could he lose?!!"

He questioned the extraordinary knights around him. This failure was a shame for him, Hernan. If nothing else happened, his evaluation in front of the king would drop another level!

Even, the inherited status may be threatened.

Hernan looked at Allah of the Leta family, and he asked loudly:

"Why can't your Leta family deal with those gryphon knights?"

"This is all your responsibility. The king ordered you to kill those griffins, but you didn't do it at all!"

Hernan rebuked loudly, seeming eager to put the blame on the Leta family.

"Your Highness Hernan, my army has not yet come into contact with the Griffin Legion. On the contrary, your army of 100,000 is so fragile that it easily died in front of the Griffin Legion."

Allah will not give Hernan a good look. He is not only the commander of the Witch Ghost Army, but also a powerful legend. There are only a few legends in the kingdom.

"You want to put the responsibility on my Leta family this time, which makes no sense."

Hernan's face turned pale, and it took him a moment to realize that he wanted to win over the Leta family.

"This matter... indeed has nothing to do with the Leta family, it is..."

He couldn't think of a reason, but the leader of the Death Legion and the Sanctuary Knight of the Canterlot Family spoke.

"This is a command error, Your Highness Hernan. You don't seem to have any talent for military command."

He said it directly because he was angry in his heart. The reason for his anger was of course that more than 20 soldiers of his extraordinary army died in the hands of his own people. In addition, because of the impact of the army, the death army could not fully assemble. , the gryphon knights fell from the sky, causing his soldiers to lose more, more than two hundred people.

In his opinion, this was Hernan's command error. His inability to control and command an army of 100,000 people led to such a devastating failure in the war.

"I……"

Hernan's face turned pale, and he would never admit that this was his problem.

An army of 100,000 people failed on the road before they actually saw the enemy.

"I was sent by the king to supervise the coalition of nobles. How can this be my responsibility?!"

He gritted his teeth and said that the failure of command must never be admitted, even if it is unreasonable.

Of course, he didn't think it was unreasonable.

In addition to a large number of knights, there were also some nobles. At this moment, everyone looked at Hernan with a strange look.

These glances made Hernan's face stiff and cold, and he patted the royal robe on his body.

"What are you doing! Our war has not failed, it's just that McReynolds shamelessly attacked us!"

He took a deep breath, convinced of his answer.

"Yes, it was their sneak attack that caught us off guard. We did not fail, we were just attacked."

The nobles and knights finally went to stabilize the huge and bloated army, leaving the embarrassed Hernan at a loss.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

"Your Highness, perhaps we should find a suitable commander."

Baron Halfman came up at some point and said in Hernan's ear.

Hearing this, Hernan looked at Baron Havermann with anger and irritation. Just as he was about to scold him, he heard Baron Havermann continue:

"If you win this war and put down McReynolds's rebellion, you will be the worthy king of the kingdom. Even the king cannot deprive you of your qualifications."

"But you have also seen that the Griffin Legion is unexpectedly powerful. We need an extremely good commander to win the war."

After hearing this, Hernan couldn't help but realize his own shortcomings.

He didn't want to admit it, but these facts couldn't be changed. He asked with a hot face:

"Who do you think is suitable? The legend of the Leta family? Impossible. The noble army will not allow a witch ghost to become its commander."

"Knight Macaro of Canterlot? He is just a mud-legged man. How can he become the commander of the army, Karni of the Battaglia family? He has never commanded an army, and he is not even comparable to me. "

Huffman said:

"Baron Williams maybe."

"Williams?"

Hernan thought for a long time before thinking of the baron who followed the army.

"Him? His army is less than 200 people. Is it okay to let him command an army of 100,000 people?"

"The blood of Baron Williams is inherited from the ancient William family, and his education has a lot of military knowledge. At present, it seems that he is the most suitable."

"As the commander-in-chief, let Baron Williams assist you in commanding the army. If there are any problems, just disqualify him."

Hernan thought for a moment, then laughed.

"That's right, you can do that. Go call Baron Williams over."

…

Baron Haveman left and came to a corner of the army. Here was Baron Williams' team. Compared to the chaos and noise in other places, this place was surprisingly quiet.

Huffman walked among them, and the soldiers around him looked at him calmly, watching him arrive, watching him walk through the team to where Baron Williams was. During the whole process, the soldiers did not make any sound, even Not even breathing.

The soldiers' stiff gazes made Huffman's skin crawl, and he walked to Baron Williams' side.

Sensing the arrival of someone, Baron Williams ended his contemplation with his eyes closed and turned his head. There seemed to be flames in his eyes, reflecting the shadow of Baron Haverman.

"The fire of the Lord will lead you into the great kingdom of heaven."

Williams spoke, and Huffman became religious at this moment.

“The glory of the Lord takes the form of fire and cleanses the world from its filth.”

"Praise my Lord."

"Twilight bears witness to the pious faith, Baron Williams, and I have recommended you to be the commander of this army."

Williams finally smiled.

"Baron Halfman, you should call me Bishop Williams."

"Sorry, Bishop Williams."

The bloated army finally took action again on a new day. Baron Williams was indeed a capable man. He divided the army into ten parts and advanced in batches.

There was finally no congestion, and several attacks by the Griffin Legion failed to cause too many casualties.

From Hernan's point of view, this was a huge victory. They finally reached the edge of McReynolds' territory, the town that was originally massacred by the witch ghost.

"I will attack our enemies at the third sunset, Your Highness, and victory will be yours."

Williams saluted Hernan, who waved somewhat swayingly.

"Go, Baron Williams, I trust you will bring me victory."

"Of course, my blood boils at dusk after defeating the powerful Grand Duke 'Wind Emperor'."

Hernan did not hear the difference in Williams' words and gave most of the power to Williams.

The first thing Baron Williams did when he gained power was to take charge of the food distribution of this huge army.

"The army's food needs to be protected, and we must be wary of the Griffin Legion's attack on our food and grass."

This reason is recognized by most people.

In the next three days, Williams personally led his soldiers to inspect the distribution of food.

Against the background of burning clouds, Williams' expression was pious, and he couldn't help but smile when he looked at the soldier who drank the wheat porridge.

"The dusk is like a fire burning your cold heart, and the Lord will lead your soul into heaven."

He came to the soldiers and spoke in a low voice to each soldier without feeling tired at all.

The soldiers raised their heads, not understanding what the noble man meant, and could only look in awe.

"You will dance in the dusk, a red dance to please our Lord, who will lead you into the burning heaven."

When dusk came, Williams ordered the army to attack the front, where a large number of enemies were already waiting.

Although the army of one hundred thousand had encountered several previous attacks, it was still a huge number. The dark army on the ground launched an attack on the noble flags on the opposite side.

There is a line of defense built by McReynolds soldiers on the ground. The coalition forces are running on the open battlefield. They look at the dense army lineup in front of them, their eyes full of fear.

But what was even more frightening was that their bodies seemed to be disobedient and they rushed forward desperately.

They are afraid of the coming of death, but their bodies are excited for the coming war and blood.

The soldier at the front looked extremely frightened, because he saw the huge pits in front of him. They wanted to stop, but their legs were running forward. At a certain moment, they fell forward, with clear reflections in their eyes. Sharp wooden thorns emerged from the big pit.

"ah!!!"

Screams were heard, followed by more screams, but the soldiers at the rear charged frantically toward the front as if they didn't hear them.

Their bodies filled the holes, allowing the soldiers in the rear to walk on flat ground.

The fire cloud above the head was brilliant, and countless blood was spilled on the dusk earth, burning like bright red flames on the battlefield. The moment the armies of the two sides collided, Baron Williams in the rear let out an intoxicating groan.

"Lord, your devout servant calls your name, hoping that the dusk in front of you is enough to please your gaze."

"Under dusk, everything is your disciple."

The fire clouds in the sky became more and more vivid. On the ground, the fighting on the battlefield resulted in countless deaths. The soldiers belonging to McReynolds were shocked and frightened.

Because opposite them, they could clearly see the desperate and frightened eyes and expressions of their enemies, but underneath this frightened expression was a suicidal attack.

They didn't seem to know how to use their hands, or how to resist the spears that were stabbing them. They just danced their hands randomly, not caring even if their bodies were penetrated by weapons, and approached like crazy, and then used Attack with swinging weapons, or even bite towards the throat with teeth.

Such a fearless charge and battle should only appear on those extremely elite militant soldiers. At this moment, it actually appeared on a group of soldiers composed of slaves. Coupled with the frightened and desperate eyes and expressions, I don't know how powerful it is. weird.

"Hahahaha! Well, Williams, you are indeed a genius in commanding war!"

In the distance, Hernan couldn't help laughing as he watched his own soldiers on the battlefield continue to suppress McReynolds' flag. The huge army was almost tearing the enemy to pieces.

"Victory in the war belongs to the kingdom and to me, Hernan!"

On the other side, Grand Duke McReynolds squinted his eyes and looked at the battlefield. He felt a different power.

"The power of faith of the gods? Did the Dawn Church take action?"

He felt the power that permeated the battlefield, and felt the blazing and coldness in it. It seemed that it had nothing to do with Dawn.

"Alien God?!"

The Grand Duke cried out in fear, looking at the battlefield below with some disbelief.