It's not normal indeed.

Instead of promptly arranging a stop-loss when his own troops were attacked, Gibran allowed the archers who were already under their morale to be slaughtered, resulting in a large number of people fleeing.

He even asked the rear, the Dark Red Sect fanatics who were the Overseers, to strangle most of the archers who had fled.

If so, it is.

Kant's troops, on the contrary, suffered fewer casualties.

Most of the archers recruited by the Dark Red Sect were slaughtered by their own people.

There was blood all over the ground, corpses everywhere, and the strong smell of blood permeated the wind, and the faces of the senior crossbowmen and Ravenston rangers, who had stopped shooting more than 300 meters away, changed slightly.

They've never seen such madness, it doesn't feel like a war at all!

Instead, it's like a weird sacrifice of a cult!

"That's how it feels."

Gibran smiled.

The smell of blood in his nose, a throbbing from the depths of his soul, made him feel as if he had fallen into an extreme comfort, which was stronger than the first time he enjoyed the beauty of a woman.

Especially the smell of blood, the resentment and hatred for the living, it is like drinking a glass of ice water on a dog day.

He couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Extremely excited!

Not only him, but the consciousness of the being who was still stationed in his chest was equally excited.

Still urging him, let him continue, faster, on a larger scale, the madness and brutality it brings, and the soul that implies resentment and resentment, is more delicious!

"Understand, my master, my supreme being."

Gibran grinned.

The red glow in his eyes became more and more intense, and the raised right hand also slowly waved forward: "Attack." ”

There were no superfluous words, which meant his order, and with a few rapid cornets blown by the herald behind him, the troops, who were still nervous, had slowly begun to move.

This is the signal of the offense, a frontal offense.

The spear-wielding pikemen of the Dark Red Sect slowly walked forward.

The dense forest of guns swayed, and the chain mail and iron-inlaid armor were closely aligned in formation, making a "clanging" sound when they collided with each other, but this sound reflected the gloomy and frightened faces of the group of soldiers.

The morale of this group of pikemen is extremely poor, and if they suffer a little difficulty, they will be directly on the verge of collapse.

can be different from them.

Dressed in black robes, armed with swords, round shields, or axes, fanatics walked firmly.

They were behind these pikemen, protected by the dense guns forest, smelling the rich smell of blood, and a little red light also appeared in their eyes, which was extremely strange.

Including the knights on the left, who were still on standby, but also rode their horses and began to move forward.

The horse was covered with a black robe.

He also wore a black robe in addition to the chain mail on his body.

The hooded robe was black and red, and the weapons in his hands were clearly visible, the standard spears and swords belonging to the Duchy of Lion, as well as the round shield hanging from the saddle.

The black hood obscures their identity, but their identity is actually easy to guess.

It's the knight of the Duchy of Lion!

The lowest level of aristocracy.

and the knight squires behind him, who are actually the knights' servants.

The Dark Red Sect has completely infiltrated the Eastern County Territory, and if you look at the Viscount Gibran, who has left the most brilliant reputation, has been infiltrated into the head of the sect, you can understand that the aristocratic system of the Eastern County Territory has long been full of holes.

Now facing a strong enemy, he was even recruited by the Dark Red Sect and became his own troops!

But they did not lead the charge.

On the contrary, there were still those pikemen of the Dark Red Sect, who continued to hold their spears and slowly pressed over.

In front of Kant's troops, Rhodok's veteran crossbowmen and Livingston rangers had resumed firing, deadly steel bolts in a volley, interspersed with a series of cone-headed arrows.

The sound of "whooshing" was endless, but the entire battlefield seemed strangely calm.

There was only a muffled grunt.

And screams.

It was the wails of the Scarlet Order's pikemen wounded by crossbowmen's fire, or rows of fallen men.

The distance between the two sides is still shortening, and as the elite pikemen once trained by Avilésburg, the tenacity of this group is still beyond Kant's imagination, even if the morale is extremely low, they are still carrying out tactical attacks.

However, if you look closely, you can also see that the eyes of these pikemen are beginning to appear with a red glow.

A madness from the bottom of my heart began to pervade.

"Sortie."

Kant didn't care.

He was already calm about this battle, and turned his head slightly to Bestur and ordered: "You come and lead those desert bandits of Salander, I want you to besiege them like hunting." ”

"Yes!" Besture nodded and quickly rode away: "It's easy. ”

The desert bandits, who had already dispersed, sprang into action in an instant.

Besture raised his horsewhip and waved.

The 2,000 desert bandits understood, and at the same time drew their short javelins with their backhands, kicked the horse's belly fiercely, and quickly rushed towards the troops of the Dark Red Sect with the speed of the horse galloping in an instant.

By means of throwing the sharp and heavy short javelin in his hand forward by inertia.

A heavier "whoosh" sound appears in the space.

The short javelin slashed over a distance of more than 20 meters.

But with ferocious power, it instantly pierced the seemingly solid chain mail and iron-inlaid armor, piercing it without the slightest hindrance, turning the fragile human body into a pile of useless rotten meat.

When a person dies and has no control, of course it is useless rotten meat!

The desert bandits are throwing and shooting.

The Dark Crimson Sect's pikemen and knight squires didn't react before they were stabbed to death by the desert bandits who howled like a gust of wind.

This is a common tactic used by the Kujits, who harass their enemies with ranged weapons.

And then there was a wave of heavy cavalry harvests.

Pity.

These Salanders could imitate the tactics of the Kujits.

But it is impossible to complete the harvest of the Kujits, because it is not the terrible Kugit lancers who currently occupy the main force of the numbers, but the Salander riders and Mamluks, as well as those veteran spearmen of Rhodok, who are the main force!

This is a double combination of infantry and cavalry, a complete unit with a strict combat system!

Therefore.

The veteran Rhodok spearmen began to move forward.

They raised their broad shields to form a low wall, and then raised their spears up to 4 meters long diagonally and approached forward.

The pikemen who approached the crimson sect head-on were like kings to kings, and they had no fear at all, because the Rhodoks were stones, or they were stones as hard as steel, extremely stubborn!