The Amber Sword

What is this, magic? All the first line commanders of the Northern Alliance were surprised to stop all the action at hand, but no one, including Viscount von Doughning, had reacted, and the flashes of succession had erupted sequentially in the Bure infantry battalion.

Bombing, a stormy explosion instantly covered the entire line of positions. For the first time, the Bure infantry had the privilege of encountering the murder weapon of landmines on the battlefield of Warnde. The shallow, disintegrating crystal buried beneath the turf releases all the energy it contains as soon as it is stressed, and the terrible impact is not just to lift the turf, but directly to the infantry above.

The iron foot guard of the Bullet infantry was first forcefully deformed, and then, together with the bones, it was broken by huge impulses, taking its master upwards; in the process, the chest armor instantly recessed inwards, squeezing all the bones or internal organs directly into pieces.

After five or six infantry men were tied to the sky, most of them fell with only cold corpses.

In an instant, the buried infantry battalion damaged nearly a fifth of its viability. But the worst blow was on morale - they were already in trouble before they even touched the enemy - and the cheers of the Northern Allies who witnessed the scene stopped as if they were a duck strangled in the throat.

“This… is what you pulled out of those magic furnaces?” Princess Griffin looked at the scene from a distance and calculated in silence: "The core value of the Magic Conductor is impressive, but those crystals do not seem to be very affordable in terms of lethality, but cost-neutral input on critical battlefields also seems to produce odd effects. ”

Brando nodded. To be honest, he and Antina had not slept all night, and finally, because the quantity was too high, Antina could not have done that much work alone, and he had to use a large blood alchemy array to help.

He bled a lot for it.

However, he noticed the face of the Half-Pokémon Princess and probably guessed the other person's thoughts. But he doesn't care, it's not all the power of disintegrating crystals at the moment, the fun is still behind it, making disintegrating crystals yourself is not for local thunder play.

He turned back and looked far from the other side of the battlefield. The explosion continued, and a Land Dragon cavalry also died in the explosion, breaking his right foot with a disintegrating crystal, and the angry rider threw him straight off his back. This poor bastard broke his spine in the process and died instantly.

“Stop! Stop!” Viscount von Doughnin was also frightened and hurried to strangle the reins and shouted: “It's a trap! ”

But after all, the Viscount deserves the fame of Historic Hercules, who immediately found a solution. Orders were issued to stop and disperse the Bourret infantry, then to proceed in the form of a scattered formation - which existed as early as the year of the Star Gathering (1st.321) when the Count of Atania led the White Lion Infantry Regiment in the face of the Lion's intense bow and arrow cover blow, earlier, the Krutz had used similar tactics, so it was not a novel invention - but he was here to live and live, but to make the Northern Allies commanders stare.

“It's a genius to take the covenant.” Viscount Finn couldn't help but praise Vitokin. The Count was also very satisfied, at least without proving that his choice was wrong, intelligent and one of the virtues of the nobility.

But his voice was not yet set, as if specifically to rebut him, and there was a brighter flash on the battlefield. The intense explosion almost split and shook the entire valley.

Viscount von Doughnin stared at everything that had happened in front of him, and the fierce explosion had drafted his skin, causing the soil that had infiltrated his blood to fall from him as if it had fallen into a mud rain. He wiped a face, his face was sticky and he suffered straight. In his imagination, the princess had only half the night. He had to set up a position and bury a trap. Where did he get so much time? He thinks they're just bluffing and trying to stall.

I didn't expect him to get it wrong. Brando's ‘trap' wasn't as complicated as he thought. In fact, he and Antina just made some out of leftover corner material and threw it in the grass.

But it is this random product that has caused enormous trouble for the Northern Allies.

When Brando saw the Bure infantry stop again, he couldn't help but feel a little darkened. There were no international conventions in the world, and there was no psychological burden on him to use whatever mines he wanted. And for the first time on the battlefield, it did bring unimaginable benefits.

The Northern Coalition will have to pay a heavy price if it is to move forward. And the real role of landmines is actually to deter enemy morale by losing one or two armies without touching them, which is a terrible omen in the fantastic world of Warnde.

Of course, the other party can stop and clear the mines slowly. Anyway, he and Antina didn't bury those disintegrating crystals much deeper, so we could find them one by one. But that's exactly what he wants, anyway, he's not a bad time. It's best to drag the battle for a week or a half, but then it's up to the nobles of the North to decide.

The Northern Coalition, however, obviously understands this and does not intend to give Brando this opportunity. Viscount von Doughnin ordered the Bure to move forward only after a brief stay, still in a scattered formation.

This is purely a pit filled with human life--

Bouleh's infantry immediately rioted, but was immediately suppressed. Only after Viscount von Doughnin's cold face ordered his rangers to kill several insubordinate soldiers did the infantry battalion begin to move forward reluctantly.

But at this time, the shouting 'I will spear first, and wait for me to win!' Long live Eruin! Long live the king! ’It was an off-the-shelf joke, and morale fell.

Viscount von Doughnin stared at the north with a blue iron on his face.

In any case, however, the coalition forces in the north have finally begun to move forward. In a blast, the burly infantry was being demobilized, and finally these disciplined infantry soldiers collapsed unbearably. The junior soldiers were almost crying to retreat, but the brilliant spear drove them forward.

This scene reminds Brando of the attack by the Krutz Empire's slave soldiers, but the Krutz drive away their enemies and captives, and today Eruin drives away their compatriots.

He watched the scene coldly.

Behind him, Princess Griffin also bit her lower lip.

The first infantry battalion of the Bullet Column finally collapsed, or was completely destroyed, not only completely out of formation, but also out of their minds. Everyone understands this, and I'm afraid the future Bullet Squad won't have the number one infantry battalion anymore.

It will be a nightmare that will remain in everyone's minds.

But the nightmare continues. Viscount von Doughnin switched to the second battalion, at a moment when the young man seemed to have become a cold-blooded death guarding victory, indifferently filling his life into this established victory, and all he needed was the final result.

As for sacrifice, that leaves only one number.

The advance of the Northern Alliance was finally effective, and the second infantry battalion of the Bure finally approached a location less than a mile from Brando's main position. Behind them, the main forces of the Northern Alliance began to cover up, and Brando could even see the rear cavalry moving.

At this time, however, the Bure infantrymen in front were hit head-on.

Everyone hears a 'thud' as if the air were being drawn out, and the sky is a darkness. Viscount von Dougnin consciously raised his head, only to see a black pressure of arrow showers rising on Mount Machenko and Mount Villeco. The arrow showers swept to the surface, and the advance of the Bre II infantry battalion seemed to hit an invisible wall face to face, while remaining intact in formation for several moments before collapsing.

“Enemy at last!” Viscount von Doughnin flashed a little excitement in his heart, and he immediately turned back and shouted: “Order the Highland Infantry to attack Mount Villeco immediately and take down the hill first! Boolean infantry, keep moving! ”

Behind him he raised the flag immediately from the knight.

The other side of the valley also raised a flag. Viscount Finn glanced at it from afar, and immediately the knight came out surrounded by a horse, behind him a knight with a trumpet, whimpering.

The distant horn temporarily sounded the valley.

Highland infantry in the Finn column began to disengage from the main formation, and thousands of grey robed infantry crossed the riverbed at the bottom of the valley like a flood - in front of them, the Bure light infantry had ‘stepped’ out a safe passage for them - allowing them to attack unhindered in the direction of Mount Villeco.

Unfortunately, the attack did not go as smoothly as expected.

The Finn Column Highland Infantry 2nd Battalion had just entered the Black Pine Forest and heard a hissing cry in the forest: "Sarko——!” If they understand Naga, they will know what it means.

“Throw -! ”

Sannir opened his mouth and whistled long sounds penetrated the entire woodland. The scorched yellow pupils of the Naga warriors hidden in the pine forest have reflected the human figure, raising the spear neatly in their hands and throwing it downwards.

A scream rang in Cheryl's room.

The second battalion of Finn Column Highland Infantry was almost completely covered by this wave of spear rain, and the lead hundred Ser Rafael was killed on the spot, sparing only one third of the 150 infantry.

“AIRM!" Sannir immediately ordered his compatriots to flatten the spear, and the Naga Guard simultaneously put the spear together, forming immediately a steel jungle in the first three rows.

Highland Infantry Units III, IV and IX have crossed their comrades at this moment. Hundred Broads personally oversaw his colleagues, and when he saw the greyfin in the forest, he realized that the weapons in Naga's hands were bad - the moon spear, the Naga Guard! But it was too late to withdraw, and everyone could only watch the armies of two different races collide.

A neat muffled sound, like the sound of a spear tearing open the chain armor. Broad couldn't help but raise his head consciously and saw the first platoon of Blackblade soldiers flying neatly, thrown back, one hit a rock or hung on a trunk.

The Naga Prohibition Army is still moving forward, with the three platoons of the Highland Infantry breaking apart like a sheet of paper, and the three ranks showing crushing strength in the face of the first-ranking army. Broad saw the Naga Prohibition Army empty the human soldiers in front of them almost instantly, and Naga in the rear row was removing the second spear from behind in a neat and uniform motion.

This is the last image he saw in his life.

……

The forest is a mess, full of bodies of human soldiers crucified on the ground.

Sannir looked up, and Brando and he probably talked about the formation of the Black Blade Corps, and now they're crushing about half of humanity, but that's enough.

“Put away the bodies of the tribe, clean the battlefield, and we retreat!” It immediately gave orders in Naga to all its subordinates. Brando didn't intend to get into too much trouble with the Blackblade Legion on these two hills, and the Cavaliers of the Royal Knights College had planned to turn this place into a meat squash battlefield, but in his view, a meat squash was a really bad deal.

But can you really hold the central position by giving up these two hills...

The yellow vertical pupil of Sanni's scorched yellow also had to flash a little confusion.

When Viscount Finn arrived on Mount Villeco, he saw a hell of a sight like this. In just a minute, the Highland Infantry 2nd Battalion lost all five units, four hundred men, who had never suffered such a tragic loss when Toas was surrounded by the Lions of Toquinin.

And even though the Knight captain vowed to assure them that they had gone through a tough battle before finally crushing the enemy - the Greyfin Naga - and seizing the mountain. But Finn is not an idiot. He clearly can see that Naga withdrew voluntarily. Otherwise, none of his men would have grabbed a body?

Never mind.

The Viscount bites his teeth, so long as he completes his mission, he will not come to the Count to plead guilty to punishment for these irrelevant reasons, "Clean the battlefield immediately and return our victory to Count Vitokin!” Finn gave a harsh order.

He couldn't help but look up at the center of the battlefield and felt a little uneasy in his heart, which was too weird to fight. Why did those Naga volunteer to stay on the highlands?

On the other side of the battlefield, on Mount Machenko, the same scene is happening, and Baron Constantine is almost unbelievably watching the ‘Pseudo-White Lion Corps’ and the young cadets who almost crushed his column.

“They retreated? ”

“Martha, are you protecting us in heaven? ”

“Thank God...!” Baron Constantine lay powerless on the ground, almost weepless.

Viscount von Doughnin was almost immediately informed of the attack on Mount Machenko and Mount Villeco, when he finally took a heavy breath. Despite some trouble, the victory is at last on the horizon.

“Does Her Highness intend, after all, to abandon the southern highlands and attract the main forces of the coalition to attack the central position? Want to cover the left and right flanks? No, this is supposed to be tempting enemies deeper... that's insane. ”

He flashed countless thoughts in his head, but his eyes grew fanatical and belligerent. But if one of the princesses dares to expose their weaknesses to the front, how can they let go so easily that the other side foolishly believes that their central position is indestructible, but Viscount von Doughning does not believe that the militias under Count Odin can hold on.

“A blow to destroy each other's delusions is good. ”

He raised the spear.

The horn rang.

……

The horn honks again. The Northern Alliance is no longer a layer of propulsion, but rather as if it had moved as a whole, since Mount Machenko and Mount Villeco had fallen into the hands of the enemy, this time they were finally able to fully deploy in the front.

With three enemies, Count Vitokin finally put in more than four columns at once. The black-pressed army is like a flood that runs across the mountains, but the flood is moving backwards, from the beaches, from the streams, from the forests, from the mountains.

A flag was heading for the wind, and those sporadic explosions of disintegrating crystals seemed to be overwhelmed.

At this moment, everyone can't help but look white. There are too many enemies. After the loss of Mount Machenko and Mount Villeco, the ability of the central position to hold up under a three-sided clamp is a truly unquestionable answer.

Relying on the vigilantes?

Brando's face finally showed a tone of tension. He is not worried about the leakage of his plan, but about the ability of Count Odin's militiamen to withstand enormous psychological pressure, and if they collapse as soon as they touch it, it will all be over. But he had only one chance, and he had to attract the enemy's main force to it.

“Hang on...”

Brando shouted in his heart, but his subconscious pulled out his sword. Although he had not yet taken over the enemy, he had already felt that the squares of noble militias had begun to falter and could not wait any longer and that morale must be stabilized. He raised the sword of the earth high and the 'Bahamian grip’ on his arm was as self-deforming as it was in the game, blending perfectly with the armor of the sky and blue. The metal armor looks like a blue dragon's claw and looks mighty.

Behind him...

In the bow and arrow position on the hillside, noble archers finally waited for orders. They also pulled arrows out of the arrows behind them, spreading long bows - clusters of arrows have been removed and replaced by sparkling grey crystals.

Beth looked at these long archers and couldn't help shaking her head, moving slowly and not yet standard. These aristocratic militias are so useless and so small, more than a thousand archers, half of whom are still ‘temporarily rehabilitated', can they really make a difference?

She's suspicious.

But the commander himself said that as long as they could open the bow and shoot the arrows into the enemy formation, it would be enough. Beth looked at the black coalition under the mountain and thought it was not difficult, there was no need to aim.

“Preparation -”

She also opened the shale bow in her hand.

“Shoot...! ”

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)