A whirlwind blew through the sky, and a wave of slaughter arose between heaven and earth, and the Nord army that was moving backwards was stopped in one place

The battle flag waved, there was a roaring thunder, a drum noise sounded in the Nord army, and the offensive echelon of the left flank of the Odds, composed of twenty phalanxes, began to roll forward, and the head of the formation flashed with the metallic light of iron shields and spears,

"First Legion, advance!" There were loud shouts from the direction of the Nords, and at this most critical moment related to the morale of the whole army, King Yagrolk of the Nords decisively pushed out the First Legion whose combat strength was second only to that of the Praetorian Guard.

The momentum of the whole offensive was like a tsunami, like an avalanche that could not be stopped. *.*//Under the footsteps of these 10,000 elite Virtuous soldiers, the earth was trampled heavily and sank.

"What are you still afraid of! Look behind you, we will win!" In the hoarse shouts of the old general in charge of the front line, Duke Berkjadis, the commotion of the Nord soldiers stopped their scattered steps, their eyes were attracted by the momentum of the left flank, and their blood was boiling, this is the real great German army!

Looking at the footsteps of the First Army like a mountain, revealing a spirit of seeing death as home, it seemed to be permeated into the hearts of all Nord soldiers with the advancing of the left flank like a torrent of steel.

"Forward, brethren, Your Majesty awaits our good news on the high slope!" Riding on a tall horse, Sklees, the fierce general of the famous traditional martial artist of Nord, ran between the squadrons, he drew his sword high, and swung it forward, the blade of the sword reflected the brilliance of the scorching sun, dazzling "For the sake of Your Majesty, march forward bravely!

"That's right! The people of Ronde have never been a bad seed!"

The rout turned its head excitedly, and flocked into the queue of the left flank like a tumbling wave, and the spirit of the Virtuous people, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to awaken at the sound of this rumbling iron footsteps.

"What a strong momentum! It's really worthy of the Nord First Army."

Varisian's fingers tightly grasped the reins of the war horse, and his eyes shone as he looked at the long line of steel pressed by the opposite side like a mountain, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face, and he could feel the soul of the great German army on the other side, the first army of the great German, except for the Janissaries of King Nord,

A burst of black smoke and dust rising from the enemy's left flank, and the noise covering the sky and the sun, which had already lost one-third of the First Army, still had such momentum, which showed that the elite name of this army was by no means in vain.

"Target, meter ahead, shoot!" The orders from the left flank of the Falcon Army Formation came and went, and countless Falcon crossbowmen raised their powerful infantry crossbows one after another, and the bowstring sounded like a torrential rain, and a black flash of light was like a black locust swarm suddenly from the horizon, overwhelming, like all the stars in the sky falling to the ground

"Grid shield!" In the face of the rain of bursting arrows that almost blocked the sunlight, the first army of Nord let out an exhilarating shout in unison, and countless shields were erected like a wave of churning, and the arrows were shot on the steel shields, and the arrows were covered like a waterfall by the heavy bounce of arrows, and 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, like a sudden rainstorm dripping on the windowsill, producing a breathtaking and beautiful spectacle,

It's just that in this spectacle, it represents the heart-stopping killing and bloodshed, even the tightest shield wall, before the mercury-like fierce attack of the Falcon Army's blocking longbow array, as the distance gets closer and closer, the Nord soldiers in the front row continue to fall,

Varisian's face became more and more heavy As the Nord army offensive advanced, a thunderous vibration sounded in front of the left flank, the ground under his feet shook violently, and the people in front of him were surging, and countless Nord heavy infantry held shields in their hands, stretched out their spears in front and rushed forward to kill, and the long spears of the Roudes were like a forest of long guns,...,

Even if several times were slashed off by the arrows that came to them, the soldiers behind were still surging like a wave, and the distance between the two armies was less than 50 meters, which was the last shooting distance of the crossbow

"Shoot the arrows!"

The counterattack of the Odds came quickly, and 30 loaded arrow carts shot thousands of arrows into the sky at the same time, and the sky was suddenly full of silver points of light, and from the rear of the queue advanced by the Rods, arrows as dense as locusts suddenly flew out, so dense that they covered the sky. [].

"Ah" The falcon crossbowmen who were caught off guard were shot by this rain of arrows, and from time to time someone fell down on the queue, and the dense queue suddenly became loose.

"Forward!" Nord's vanguard still advanced,

"Go up!" the shouts burst out like thunder in the mountains, and thousands of Falcon infantry swooped down from the heights at this moment, while the Nord First Army charged from below.

At such a distance, the crossbowman's penetrating attack was already ineffective, and the Thorn Tile Longbowman could not move in vain in order to deal with the main frontal force of the Nord army.

"Kill!"

The vanguard of both armies was armed with long weapons such as spears or bayonets, and at the beginning of the confrontation, both armies engaged in arrays. The falcon infantry has a geographical advantage, and the heavy infantry of the Nord First Army is also absolutely elite, the two armies are like a boulder rolling down from a high mountain hitting a hammer from the bottom up, the moment the two armies hit the middle of the formation, the soldiers at the same time let out a heartfelt shout "Kill!"

The dense spear array is desperately poking towards the opponent's queue, the arrangement of the spears is so dense that it can barely penetrate the air, and the poke on the ** and the shield make all kinds of sounds, some are crisp, and some make people listen to the roots of their teeth. The screams continued, and the entire platoon of soldiers was pierced through the chest by the long bayonet, and blood splattered to the ground.

The ranks on both sides were constantly pounding, and each impact produced a lot of sacrifice and blood. The fallen corpses soon formed a long line of corpses on the front of the two armies,

The more tragic battle was after the spears of the front-line soldiers were broken.

Short-handed, a shocking melee began, tens of thousands of soldiers on both sides strangled together, like two beasts of war biting each other, a piece, a piece of blood, the soldiers on both sides picked up a qiē weapon they could use, short swords, battle axes, flails, shields knocked on the shields, people pushed each other,

The excellent combat power of the Rude heavy infantry was soon reflected in close combat, and these Nord heavy infantry, who had already killed the red-eyed, reflected the craziest side of the Nord bloodline.

They rushed into the array of Falcon Army's spears without fear of death, and even though they were pierced through their bodies by spears, they still shouted with their teeth, and frantically slashed anything in their way with their heavy short battle axes in their hands, or they would be cut off in half, and half of the spears stuck in their bodies, or the faces of the pale Falcon Infantry,

Even if there was only one man, they dared to charge at the entire Falcon army, and the battle axes flew, and the strength of the Goude heavy infantry was like a raging hurricane, blowing the array of Falcon infantry to the side

"Keep up with me!"

In order to knock down the falcon army's strict spear forest, many Nord heavy infantry wearing heavy armor screamed like this, protected the most critical position with their shields, and then shouted and rushed forward with their spears.

Although in the end, they are often pierced into blood gourds by spears from all sides,

But in the gap he rushed into, he had knocked over a group of people, the most stringent spear array of the Falcon Army, in the face of this kind of fierce warriors who were not afraid of death, they could only try their best to use their spears to kill them in front, the soldiers at the front had already killed red eyes, life and death were no longer important, they only had victory in their eyes...,

"Rush up" The first Nord regiment let out a mountain of shouts, and for a while, the superior Falcon infantry queue was pushed to the high slope slowly retreat by the powerful impact of the Nord heavy infantry.

Under the fierce offensive of the Nord First Army, the Falcon infantry queue, which had more light infantry, gradually collapsed.

Flags were crooked, soldiers were torn in armor, helmets were chopped to pieces by the battle axes of the Nord infantry, and the defensive line along the hillside was like a flood dam, precarious

"Brothers, hold on!" shouted Yakun, the commander of the Fifth Banner of the Falcon Army on the front of the left flank,

"For the honor of the Falcon Army!" before he could finish speaking, a great axe thrower aimed at him and threw a short battle axe,

Yakun felt a cold light in front of him, and then a heavy impact sensation almost made him fall down, and a huge pain hit, only to see that the left shoulder wearing thick armor was covered with blood and broken flesh, and the shoulder guard made of fine iron was also shattered by this blow, and half of the battle axe was deeply embedded in his shoulder blade

"General"

"Virtuous little cubs, you want to kill me, in the next life!"

In the screams of the soldiers, Yakun sneered and pulled out the half-cut axe from his shoulder, with a bloody piece of minced flesh, his eyes were like a wounded leopard full of bloodshots, he held the sharp axe with his own minced meat, and slashed down with a thunderous momentum, and a Nord heavy infantry who wanted to pick up the cheap was cut off in the head,

With a click, the helmet was suddenly slashed open, and blood rushed out of the wound, spraying Yakun's face, shocked by the burly general's volcanic eruption-like anger and ghost-like murderous aura, the surrounding Rude soldiers involuntarily chose to bypass him,

A bloody Falcon Banner commander rode his horse and galloped, a few meters away from Varisian NO, because of his injuries, he rolled off his horse, several soldiers standing nearby hurriedly ran over to help him up, this stubborn Banner Commander pushed away the soldiers in front of him, hurried to Varisian, and shouted, "My lord, the left flank, the left flank is not working! If we don't have support, the left flank will be broken by the Nords!"

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

Varisian turned around, the battle situation in front of him also made him frown together, just one Nord First Army, let his left flank with 20,000 people in danger, and in front of him, the most elite Nord Praetorian Guard also began to move, at this moment, even if he faced the left flank may not break the crisis, he can't draw any support from the front!