The flames that burst into the sky illuminated the forest brightly.

The raging flames began to spread wildly, and even the humid forest could not stop the burning of these magical flames. The blazing heat seemed to dispel the chill of the night and the humidity of the forest, but if they had a choice, the people of the White Wing Mercenary Regiment would rather choose the cold and humidity than the current heat.

In the place where the flames were burning, there was no wail, and the detonation of three special fireballs directly vaporized the crowd within the burning range, and there was not even a single slag left.

The soldiers who were lucky enough not to be burned by the flames were already in chaos.

William was cold.

Although he thought that his pig-like teammate was killed by the enemy, when this scene really happened, William was not the slightest bit happy, and this extremely subtle sense of difference made William really a little unbelievable - or rather, he didn't want to believe it. Although he was really disappointed in the military quality of the outer reserve soldiers of the White Wing Mercenary Regiment, no matter how disappointed he was, this army was indeed a fairly strong army in the trading capital, and in the previous conflict with the Red Cross Cavalry Regiment of Mornes, this army did not fall into a particularly inferior place.

Of course, the 3,000 people in front of him are not all of the entire peripheral reserve soldiers, but only one-third.

But there can't be such a big gap in standards, is this really an army of the level of a regular army?

In the darkness of the night, several more fireballs whistled and fell, causing bursts of explosions on the ground.

This time, William saw it very clearly.

The flaming fireballs flew down very quickly, almost as soon as they were formed, and by the time the naked eye had just caught the traces of the fireballs, the fireballs were already whistling down. Judging from the traces of magic, this is obviously a beaded fireball technique, not a simple fireball technique, but William has never seen a beaded fireball that can be so big and so terrifying.

But the Beaded Fireball is a fourth-level magic. Although, in theory, a mage can do it. But the cost of mana is very large. With the magic power of the magician, it can only be used two or three times at most, and it will never be more than four times, and now the other party's magician has already cast it twice, even if the other party still has magic remaining, it should not be much.

This time the flames exploded, and there was no clear landing point. Just drop as much as possible to the crowded place, completely expand the chaos, and use the burning of the flames to cut this battlefield as well, so that the soldiers of the White Wing Mercenary Regiment cannot support each other.

William had already guessed what the other party was trying to do. He roared with some exertion: "Assemble! Gather all of you to me! ”

At the same time, he roared as he ran towards the battlefield behind him. He is now the supreme commander of this army, and he must find a way to pacify the chaotic soldiers in the rear and regroup them, otherwise once this chaos turns into a real rout, then even the best commander will not be able to command this army.

At this moment, William's only doubt. It's when the enemy came around to the rear. Or rather. Before the rain of arrows covered, the opponent had actually come around to the rear of the battlefield. Waiting for an opportunity?

William didn't know what to do, but he didn't want to know at all at the moment. His desperate roar didn't come far into the night, for the crackling of the flames and the chaotic noise of the crowd almost overshadowed his shouts. As soon as the soldiers who were closer to William heard his shouts and began to gather towards him, there was nothing more secure at this time than following a commander-in-chief.

And at this moment, William saw another red light swaying in the darkness, and his heart suddenly burst out for no reason: Could it be magic again?

Then he saw a man in armor and a halberd in his hand stepping out of the darkness.

The weapon in his hand glowed red, and even the flames burning in the forest could not hide its brilliance. He was like walking in his back garden, strolling leisurely from the invisible darkness, carrying the halberd step by step, under the flames, this man looked like a hideous demon god, his face was solemn, and his body exuded a terrifying momentum.

The first moment he saw this man, William felt an extremely terrible feeling of suffocation coming over his face, followed by a deep cold chill, even if he stood next to this burning flame, he could not dispel this chill on his body.

Immediately afterward, he saw the man suddenly raise his halberd.

The red-glowing halberd was raised straight in his hand, like an extension of his arm, and like a flag in the dark night. And as the man slammed the halberd in his hand, there was a shout like a lion's roar: "Brothers! It's time to eat! ”

On the battlefield, there was a moment of stagnation.

Only the man's roar echoed through the forest.

"It's time to eat—"

"It's time to eat—"

"It's—"

The next moment, the roar of excitement like the celebration of the whole country resounded in the sky in the dark night, like boiling water, completely boiling.

There was even a roar in the earth, as if it were an earthquake.

Countless Northland barbarians with half-body shields in their left hands and spears in their right hands rushed out from behind the man in black armor like a silver-white torrent, their faces not hideous, only excited. They had no formation or rules to speak of, like a group of fierce beasts, but the monstrous momentum that came out of them became the last straw that crushed this battlefield, and in their charge, those soldiers who had not yet heard William's shout were not a united enemy at all.

In the midst of the charge of the Northland barbarians, some of the soldiers of the White Wing Mercenary Regiment could only barely carry out a counterattack like self-help, but this kind of self-help looked more like a suicide.

The half-body shield of the Northland barbarians slapped hard, and it had already shocked the soldiers holding the round shields to feel numb and painful in their entire hands, after all, their round shields were only used to block the enemy's slashes, not directly used to shoot people like the Northland barbarians, in this kind of hedge, the soldiers of the White Wing Mercenary Regiment even felt that their hands were about to be broken.

But the attack of the Northland barbarians was obviously not so simple, after the half-body shield in his left hand was slapped away. The spear in his right hand stabbed out of the coffin. They don't even care where the stab is. Anyway, even if you can't die with one stab, you can do it a few more times - the vast majority of soldiers wearing light armor have begun to deform under the impact of the unreasonable force of the barbarians in the north, and it seems that they will be pierced at any time; And some soldiers who were really unlucky, almost at the first blow, were stabbed by the spears of the Northland barbarians in the weak point of the light armor on their bodies. I gave it straight through.

And after killing the enemy with one shot, the Northland barbarians flicked their spears and shook off the corpses, and then rushed forward again.

In their eyes, it was enough to follow Alfred and attack, and everything else was not something they needed to pay attention to. Anyway, which direction Alfred is running. They followed him in whichever direction they went, and as for the "food" along the way, it was just a problem to solve.

Watching the Northland barbarians rush out with an incomparably brave momentum, panic and collapse have begun to spread among the soldiers of these white-winged mercenary regiments. But at this time, William knew that if they ran around like headless flies like this, then what awaited them was the ruthless harvest of the enemy, whether it was for the sake of these soldiers. Or for their own survival. William had to gather the rout and rebuild them into sufficient combat power.

"Don't panic! Gather here with me! William's voice in the midst of this chaotic night. Some of them could not be spread, and even his voice had begun to be hoarse because of the roar, but all the soldiers who could hear his shouts began to converge towards him as if they had grasped some life-saving straw, and they were gradually forming a scale, "Expand the circle!" The shield soldiers are outside, the spearmen are inside, and they are layered around me with me as the core! Spears, shields! ”

William's roar continued, but at this moment, the change of formation of the White Wing Mercenary Group seemed a little slow, like rusty gears. William was really a little annoyed at the moment, if it weren't for the fact that the previous adjutants were all following the general, and he was evaporated by the fireball along with him, how could he need to carry out this kind of roar now, and without the auxiliary command of the commanding banner, the change of the battle formation seemed to be a little slow, especially since there was a steady stream of routs coming here.

"Change formation!" William really couldn't stand these rusty gears, his heart was scolding, but at the moment his face had to remain calm and calm, he was the commander, he had to give the soldiers enough confidence, "Everyone disperse!" The shield soldiers are in front, thirty rows! The spearmen gathered the phalanx to the right of the Lu and erected their guns! ”

This time, William changed the way the password was shouted and instead used a short password as a number. And this time, the soldiers of the White Wing Mercenary Regiment finally heard very clearly, their formation immediately changed, like oiled gears, and finally stopped being astringent, and the training on weekdays was also well reflected at this moment, all the soldiers with shields began to layer up, forming a row every thirty people, and then layering up one row after another, forming a phalanx.

William's choice of place was very good, with the flames on the left, which put an end to the enemy's tactics of attacking from the left. In terms of frontal defense, as long as these shield soldiers form a thick enough thickness, they can completely block the Northland barbarians, who have almost no formation at all; And the pikemen phalanx he laid on the right is also not an ornament, as long as he can slow down the enemy's momentum a little, he is sure to turn this pikeman phalanx into a sharp spear, and give the enemy a hard blow!

Almost instantly, William had completely penetrated the weaknesses and advantages between the two sides, and even completely used the terrain - the battlefield cut formed by the burning fireball was not only beneficial to the manufacturer, whether it could be used was completely based on the commander's judgment of the battlefield situation - to arrange the formation, and after discovering the disorder and sluggishness of the command system, he decisively changed the tactical way of transmitting orders.

And not only that, William was also in this kind of transfer and change, and brought the battle formation back without a trace, not only gradually getting out of the attack range that the opponent's magician might cover, but also stretching and widening the opponent's line, so that the pressure he needed to face was naturally lighter. Even, the rout soldiers that began to gather from the surrounding area formed a kind of advantageous condensation under the hidden surface.

All these changes fully show that William's command ability and military attainments, as he himself showed pride, were not fancy.

Hidden in the canopy, Cecilia can easily observe the changes in the situation on the entire battlefield through the vantage point. Therefore, when she saw that the enemy formation, which was still spinning like rusty gears, began to change, and became more and more fluid, and even the formation began to reorganize, her brows finally furrowed, she didn't expect that the other party still had such a powerful commander, she thought that she had completely disintegrated the other party's command system.

Thinking of this, Cecilia's gaze fell on the commander on the other side: "Tell old Fred that he still has five minutes left." (To be continued.) )

PS: Oooooooo Update is coming!!