In the early morning of August 30, 348 A.D., the 95,000-strong Marstar army under the command of Archduke Leon Fields launched a general attack on the more than 9,000 Farensi troops who had been besieged by him for several days. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Unlike the previous days, the Mastars did not form a position to attack directly, as they normally did. Leon brought with him a number of siege weapons, including nearly 200 catapults. The trench built by the Pharians, although not worth mentioning, would have caused more or less trouble for the attackers. More importantly, the opponent's defensive strategy will inevitably prioritize tactics around this trench. Therefore, clearing the obstacles first will undoubtedly have a benign effect on the attack of the own side.

Leon was fully clothed early and stood on his side. Catapults were pushed out of the camp by the soldiers, placed in pre-prepared positions, and then lifted the drape to make the most powerful weapon of the era. These are firing devices made from animal tendons that can easily destroy any fence or earthen wall, but they are less effective when faced with carefully constructed stone walls. In the field, these catapults were also used to attack the positions of some archers. Although it is certain that you will be killed or injured by the stones it throws, it is not too difficult to avoid these parabolic rocks unless your opponent is huddled together.

"Your Highness, everything is ready." Baron Duville humbly reported to Leon.

"Then let's get started, we are going to end the battle quickly, and then prepare to meet the main force of the Pharisens."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Ready to shoot!" The herald conveyed the order to the entire position.

"Launch!"

At the command's command, the catapult "creaked" and threw a mixture of gravel and wood ammunition towards the front of the Farencian position. The sound of the stone piercing the air was as terrifying as the roar of a wild beast. The Mastars maintained the continuity of fire well, they fired in groups of 60 units in 3 groups in turns. For a moment, the area around the trench was shrouded in such a barrage.

The Pharisees could only watch as the other side slowly encroached on their vital fortifications with machinery. Although they had built a few more ramparts around the village the previous night, they were certainly not as effective as the trenches.

The catapult attack of the Mastars lasted almost a morning, and it should be said that their catapult troops were well trained. The efficiency of the work was unexpectedly high, and in more than 5 hours, they were afraid that in total, they projected more than 600 cubic meters of gravel, clods, wooden stakes, and the like.

"The squadrons responsible for the first assault are ready, and we are about to stop firing from catapults and prepare for an attack for a hand-to-hand battle."

"One last shot!" The commander of the catapult unit shouted loudly, which was also a signal to friendly forces.

"Stop firing!"

"Soldiers, attack!" Leon snapped his finger. The Mastar army, which had been preparing for a long time, immediately rushed to the position of the Phalensins like wild horses, and for a time the shouts of killing resounded in the sky.

The assault tactics of the Mastar army were clear, with the phalanx covering the steady advance of the archers in the center, while the flanks allowed the light infantry, mainly pikemen, to launch a rapid assault. After continuous bombardment by catapults, the central part of the trench, about 35 fats, has been largely filled. There is also a slight difference between the two ends, which may have a certain effect on the hoplites. Thus, the light infantry charging on both flanks was also responsible for erecting facilities to cross the trenches. They weaved the felled trees into wooden rows, ready to be erected on the trenches when the time came.

Mercedes, of course, noticed this, and immediately organized archers to attack the sappers of the opposing bridge on both flanks. Dozens of platoon erection groups on Mastar's flank were immediately hit, so the speed stalled. But, after all, the lack of long-range firepower of the Farencians had been seen by the other side a few days ago. The Mastars quickly countered by sending spearmen to join the assault forces on both flanks.

As soon as the young Marstar slinger threw the three javelins he was carrying, he went to help lift the wooden platoon that had fallen to the ground and continued to rush forward. Under the counterattack of the Mastar spearmen, the Falencians could no longer prevent their opponents from erecting the wooden platoons on both flanks. With a dull dull thud, a puff of dust was splashed from the heavy wooden rafts, and the path was opened for the attack on both flanks of the Mastar army.

The first earthen ramparts in front of the Pharians were basically destroyed by the opposing catapults, along with the loss of more than 100 soldiers who had not had time to withdraw. The archers had exhausted their small reserves of arrows, and the Mastar's side had almost stopped firing, as both sides were already close at hand.

"Give all the archers spears and axes!" Mercedes gave such an order.

The moment the Mastars stepped on the first rampart, the Pharians rushed at them. The fronts of the two sides were thus intertwined, reflecting the midday sun and creating a dazzling halo. Compared with the melee that appeared on the two flanks, the central Mastar army, due to the skillful cooperation of the phalanx army, had enough pressure on the Phalans. Although the 111th Regiment of the 23rd Division, which was in charge of the central defense, put up a stubborn resistance, it would be obvious if the dragon knights looked down from the sky that their formation was slowly retreating. Amazingly, this retreat was not caused by the backward movement of the soldiers' footsteps, but as a result of the fall of the soldiers one by one.

"Captain Kopna, come with me." Mercedes is ready to go into action himself.

"Your Excellency Mercedes, please stay here and exercise your duties as commanders, and we will drive the Mastarians back." Captain Kopner gave a military salute and took his leave. Because his squadron was not a unit of the 23rd Division, it was placed in the reserve. It was out of politeness, but no Farenci would be comfortable with such care. His support was so effective that the central part of Mastar suddenly found itself unable to advance even half a faz, and in a very short time the phalanx of the first platoon was lost.

Just as Mercedes was paying attention to the battle on the ground, one of his staff members suddenly reminded him: "My lord, please look at the sky!" ”

All the personnel of the formation looked up at the sky, and found that a large number of dragon knights had suddenly gathered in their sky.

"It's our dragon knight!" Someone cheered.

"Is Admiral Wing Mnast coming?" Mercedes recognized Gulsi's mount.

According to the established plan, Gursi's main attacking force easily broke through the opponent's air defense line and reached the sky above the battlefield. They saw the situation on the ground and took immediate action. Taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the Mastar, after a dive attack, they cooperated with the ground forces to completely destroy the 2 columns of the phalanx of the central force of Mastar.

The dragon knights left behind by Mastar immediately rose into the air and rushed to drive these Farenci dragon knights away from the battlefield. The two sides engaged in a melee battle in this small airspace, and Gursi and his dragon knights took the initiative in terms of combat power and momentum. After a few minutes of contact, one of the Mastar's wyverns suffered a heavy blow and fell into the position of the Marstar archers after drawing a spiral. This crash directly caused twenty or thirty people to be injured to varying degrees.

Seeing this, the Falensi people were greatly encouraged, and the officers kept encouraging the soldiers to fight the enemy. And the Mastarians seemed to be in a panic, they didn't expect that the dragon knights of Falunsi would be able to suddenly erupt after being suppressed for so many days. Therefore, even if they have absolute numerical superiority, the temporary battle situation is obviously in a passive state.

However, the advantage of the Farencians did not last too long before they were thrown back into their original situation. Because, Cizer's dragon knight is back in place. This was somewhat surprising to Gursi, who saw through his plan more quickly than he expected.

Cizer immediately noticed that his side's morale had suffered a considerable setback, and as he swept past the shambled archers' positions, he immediately understood what was happening. Now the number of dragon knights on both sides is almost the same, and the Mastar side still has a slight advantage. Both Leon and Cizer knew that the enemy's morale was high due to the fighting of the Knights of the Falency Dragon. If you want to demoralize the opponent, then the best thing to do is to completely defeat the opponent's dragon knight on the top of their heads. If you want to achieve this goal as quickly as possible, the most direct way is to defeat the opposing Dragoon Commander.

Ezel raised the flag and asked his comrades to cover his attack route, and he drove the Wyvern in the direction of Gursi. The Mastar Dragon Knight understood, and immediately two wyverns rushed behind him to cover his flanks. The Pharians also noticed this, and they heroically rushed over to stop the other party's attempt. The two dragon knights covering Cizer did their best to protect him, but after all, they were attacking the opposing formation. The dragon knight on the left was shot with a crossbow and wounded an enemy dragon knight, but was hit by a throwing gun flying from two other directions and fell straight down; The one on the right, though skillfully dodging several Phrangian shots, was struck by a red-eyed enemy from the zenith with a doomed dash.

Although the Pharians were successful in driving away the Mastar dragon knights who wanted to come forward to cover Cizer again, they were also unable to stop Cezel's breakthrough.

Gursi had already discovered this enemy, and he was not willing to duel his commander at this time. Because his duty and his subordinates are to control this sky, at least to continue to fight in this airspace, not to fight to the death with the opposing dragon knights. However, since the other party came to the door, he couldn't escape it. In this way, the commanders of the dragon knights on both sides, who can also be said to be the two strongest aces in the air on both sides, were connected to the fire.

On the ground, the Supreme Commanders on both sides watched the duel in the air, as if the victory or defeat of the entire army was on the two dragon knights. No one wants their side to lose, because the consequences of losing will definitely be disastrous for their side.

The two wyverns engaged in a fierce battle in the air, and the offensive and defensive positions of the two sides were exchanged several times in just one minute. Cizer has great talent, while Gursi has more experience. Often, Cizer has just taken an active position, and will immediately be evaded by Gursi by virtue of his accurate prediction of experience before the next action; Similarly, when Gursi finally snatches the opportunity to attack, Cizer will also make some imaginative maneuvers to escape Gulsi's pursuit.

The two of them were completely incapable of fighting. Leon and Mercedes, who were watching the battle on the ground, watched as the two wyverns sometimes climbed at high speed, sometimes hovering at low altitude. On more than one occasion, Cizer and Goursi have drawn graceful double helixes in the air with ornate scissors, a movement that can only be seen only occasionally in the festivities, now appears over the battlefield. However, such a gorgeous aerial dance implies a strong murderous intention.

If the situation continues like this, it will be quite unfavorable for Gursi. Because the dragons of the Falencians came from a relatively long distance, in a position to fight away from home. With such a continuous high-intensity confrontation, your own dragon is likely to feel more tired than the opponent's first.

Gursi once again grabbed the attacking position, and this time he bit Cizer so hard that the other side could not get rid of him after several maneuvers. Gursi had already raised his crossbow and was aiming, and if Cizer didn't react, there was a good chance that he wouldn't have escaped the veteran's blow. Cizer was at all odds at this point, forcing his mount to make a large lateral roll to the left, which was a gamble at full speed. Gulsi refused to give up this opportunity and wanted to follow suit. Then, the accident happened on this action.

Gulsi's Wyvern was so tired that its left wing couldn't maintain a proper stance under the tremendous wind pressure when making this lateral roll. In modern flight terms, that's "stalling." Gursi and his mount descended low in a spiral, and Cizer escaped. So when he turned around and found his opponent's situation, he couldn't help but sigh at his luck.

Gursi was at a life-or-death juncture, and he and his mount were chasing after their own position. If he chooses to escape at this time, then he can jump into his own position, although it will inevitably hurt his muscles and bones, but his life can be worry-free. But equally, the Wyvern will fall into the crowd of its own side, and the casualties that may be caused by that would be a great disaster for the already numerically inferior Pharians. As a result, Gursi was still doing his best to save his mount, and he didn't even bother to let go of the belt that held his body in place in the saddle.

This seasoned dragon knight of the Falencian ace did it! Regaining control of his wyvern about 10 meters above the ground, the wyvern's belly brushing the spears raised by the soldiers and grazing over their heads. There was a shout of joy from the Pharisees, and the Mastarians also exclaimed.

However, having barely pulled out the dragon, Gursi inevitably glided towards the rear camp of the Mastar. His mount was still tired and frightened, and it would take a considerable distance to get back into the airspace of the battle. Although most of the enemies who noticed him were a little stunned by the thrilling scene, their commander, Leon, was in a clear mind.

"Archer, aim at that dragon knight and shoot me, with the heaviest firepower!" Leon yelled.

Faced with the Grand Duke's order, the Mastarians reacted quickly and fired their bows like Gursi shooting. At such a low altitude, the dragon knight did not have the slightest chance to dodge. The Mastar archers hurriedly fired intensively, with poor accuracy, and most of them missed. Many of the remaining ones did not cause fatal damage to the Wyvern. However, with that huge number base, even a small part is enough to shoot Gursi into a hedgehog. Gursi's Wyvern left the heads of the Mastars alive, and the Mastar ground forces were unable to confirm the fate of the enemy.

After circling in a circle, the wyvern slowly landed within the defensive circle of the Pharansis. Everyone who saw it was moved, and Gursi sat upright in the saddle like a statue, his head bowed, one hand tugging at the reins, and the other hand pressed on the throwing spear placed on the side. He was jammed with arrows from the Mastar, at least nearly 40 if not roughly counted. His mount was also scarred, and there he was wheezing for breath, with occasional wails.

Mercedes ordered the body of the dragon admiral to be removed from the dragon, only to discover that none of the straps on the saddle had been unfastened. And Gursi's legs were clamped so the saddle that it took four people to barely flap one of his legs apart.

When the people completely removed Gursi from the wyvern and placed it properly, the wyvern, which was just as tenacious as its owner, let out a long roar that resounded through the sky, and then could no longer move.

Killing the opposing Dragoon Commander was a huge victory. However, Cizer, who was hovering in the air, was not happy, because he felt that he had not defeated Gursi. Now, the dragon knights of Farensi have lost their command, and even if they are still fighting tenaciously there, they can only be regarded as a rabble.

Leon was glad to be able to inflict such a heavy blow on the enemy, and he was at the right time to commit the second attacking force. The Falencian front was retreating, and even though Captain Koena persisted in fighting despite his repeated wounds, it could not be avoided.

Just as Mercedes was preparing to personally lead the last reserve of archers to fight to the death, the tide of battle changed again.

"Your Highness, please look south!" A herald rushed to the camp in a panic and reported to Leon.

Leon and Baron Duville looked south, the right flank of the Mastar, and out of the woods there was an army mixed with the banners of the First and Second Legions of the Falensis. The addition of this new force made the offensive front of the Mastars on the right flank collapse at once.

"Could it be the main force of the Farensi army!?" Someone in the staff exclaimed.