"No chase! No chase! The whole army gathers !!!!!!"

West of the Blood Skull Valley, ruins of the Imperial stronghold.

On the chaotic battlefield, Lan Malos, the Earl of Lake City who wielded his long sword, ran out among the cavalry soldiers who were scattered, and shouted: "If you are not dead, hurry back to me-go to the horn What about the people who reported to Fort, are you back ?! "

"No!"

"Report to Eckert, are you back ?!"

"nor!"

"Damn, can you still give me good news?"

The screaming Earl of Ramallos strangled the reins and stopped at the front of the queue, the long knife clenched in his hand trembling slightly.

On the wilderness ice sheet not far away, there are many pieces of ice sheet werewolf gathered; white, hair that is very indistinguishable in the snow and ice, but now it is clearly visible, indistinct.

This is a matter of course-no matter what, when the number reaches thousands, it is clear!

In the tsunami-like roar of the mountains, countless ice werewolves rushed from all directions to the Bayern knights who had just “annihilated” the werewolf tribe in the ruins of the stronghold.

Obviously, this is a trap; as to why a group of monsters and beasts have also used deceptive "tactics" ... this is not a problem that the current Bayern knights need to consider.

At the moment they only have more than 400 cavalry, but the enemy-even a group of beast-like monsters-is tens of thousands!

The terrain of the wilderness is very broken, but it is also very open, which means that they do not want to escape at all; the icefield werewolf is not much slower than the war horse. A short distance sprint, it is impossible to throw away these enemies.

The icefield werewolves that rushed to their faces ... It was more like a "blizzard" than a tide, and they approached them at the speed of sprint.

"The signal for help has been sent out-two or three teams of cavalry who have dispersed have responded and will soon be able to come."

Regalel, Earl of the White Horse Peak, panting and holding his reins, urging like a cry: "They will meet us from the right, and after a while we will break through, I will open the way!"

"What did you say?" Ramallos turned back suddenly, as if hearing something astonishing:

"Run away ?!"

"It's a breakout!"

"Isn't this all the same ?!" The scolding Earl of Ramallos said sarcastically: "The enemy hasn't rushed, just thinking about running away!"

"How can this be the same ?!" Regrell looked at him anxiously: "You are crazy, our task is to investigate, to detect the movements of the Azore elves, not with these gangs of icefield werewolves ..."

"Then tell me, who are the gangs of icefield werewolves?"

"How could I ..."

"Then shut up, now I am the highest commander, obey the order!" Ramaluo shouted: "If we now withdraw directly, break through; this group of animals will go straight to the horn fortress-put them directly In the past, the cavalry in the back row didn't even have time to unfold. "

"We are here, killing them straight out of them, and fighting for as much time as we can-by the time the 3,000 knights of his men arrive, we will tear up all these gangs!"

"Containment, investigation, mopping up ... this is the meaning of the Hussars, this is what we mean here, otherwise you really hope that a castle can control the entire Valley of Blood Skeletons!"

"but……"

"No matter how you go!"

Count Bai Mafeng, who was gagged, blushed for a moment, staring at the icefield werewolf who had already rushed across, and pulled out his sword with anger.

"who are we?!"

Holding his saber high, Count Ramallos looked around the knight for a week.

"Baiin —— !!!!!!"

"who are we--?!"

"Baiin —— !!!!!!"

"Then kill me!"

The warhorse hissed and Ramallos shouted:

"Bai Ren-rush!"

In the thunderous sound of horseshoes, more than 400 hussars and Byr Ranger knights launched a charge, which was unstoppable towards the icefield wolf who had already rushed to the front.

Like the sharpest sharp knife.

"Poof—!"

The long sword yanked the fan-like white shadow and tore the neck of the werewolf's jaw; the plasma spewed out, dyeing the vision of Count Baimafeng to red.

Damn ... **** Ramallos, was he upset by the dead Bossival?

Our army's goal should be containment and investigation, and we are not prepared to fight against tens of thousands of monsters at all, so we suddenly put ourselves under heavy encirclement ... This is not the case for death.

Damn **** ... Earl Baimafeng gritted his teeth, threw away the long sword in his hand, snatched the black lion gold flag from the servant on the side, and lifted the tip of the flag like a gun.

"Ah the guns, you are the benefactors, the guns--!"

In the roar, the Ranger knights of Byrne rushed to the front of the queue, pulled out the flag guns hanging from the saddle, and turned into the "knife tip" of the queue.

"Puff puff!"

Blood flowers bloom like stars on the thunderous battlefield.

Where horseshoes pass, there is a paved road.

The unorganized formations of the Icefield werewolf-if they really have the concept of "formation"-simply could not resist the "riding on the wall" composed of 400 cavalry.

Penetrated by a spear, decapitated by a saber, trampled by a horse's hoof, cut by a long sword, knocked over by a warhorse ... The hussars holding a conical formation are like shark fins traveling through the sea All split.

But the fierce icefield wolves showed no signs of being deterred-even the contrary, they rushed up like crazy, and even stomped on the front row of the clan alive, but also roared to the cavalry. In front of you.

In front of this kind of "undaunted" enemy, the charged cavalry were also continuously shot down, dragged down from the horse immediately, the werewolf who was struck down by the life was knocked down to the ground, torn by countless werewolves, like Eat like a prey ...

In just a few minutes, more than 400 cavalrymen ripped a path straight through the "Ocean" of the ice werewolf, and it was worn from the front to the end!

The ice and snow permeating the battlefield was mixed with sweat from the horses and knights, breathing in his mouth ... In a trance, countless icefield werewolves are still coming from all over the world;

If it was usual, after these monsters paid such a large number of casualties, and understood that "their own prey" is not easy to provoke, they would run away like a collapse; but now they not only did not collapse, but they were still crazy. To the cavalry team of hundreds of people in this area.

The roar that rang through the valley seemed to be a force that could engulf everything.

"See? This group of animals is determined to kill us-if they retreat at this time, the fortresses and cavalry that have not been prepared will be overwhelmed by them!"

In the roar of the sky, Ramallus, who was exhausted, scolded at the blood-stained Count Baimafeng: "The reinforcements, the reinforcements you just said, we will be dead without reinforcements!"

"I am not Holy Cross, nor am I Duke of Loren, how can I know when they will come ?!"

Enraged Regrett also snarled at the Count of the Heart of the Lake and strangled the reins: "Push again, this time try to break out to the west of the Valley of Blood Skeleton!"

"The Duke got the news there. The big deal is that he died here. There is nothing to worry about!"

"Is this what you said ?!"

"That's what I said!" Regrel's posture of breaking a can and breaking: "Anyway, you were killed, what can you do?"

Ramallos grinned.

"You bastard, are you still laughing ?!"

"What's wrong with laughing?"

"I don't care, close my mouth!" The earl of White Horse Peak shouted hysterically: "When the heroic is just, I don't want to see your cheeky face again!"

"Po ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ..."

"Shut up, don't laugh!"

"Hahahahaha ..."

"You ..." Looking at the Earl of Lake City, who was breathless and smiling, the blushing Regrel was about to interrupt, and was suddenly stopped by the attendant behind him.

"Sir, someone is coming, it's the direction of the horn fort!"

Ok? !

The cavalrymen turned their heads and looked at the position pointed by the attendant.

The sound of horseshoes trembling on the ground suddenly sounded on the flanks of the battlefield, followed by flags that hunted in the cold wind.

Golden Lion Banner on Black!

Nearly a thousand ranger knights and hussars rushed down the hillside, wielding lances and sabers, and rushed to the chaotic icefield wolfmen like thunder.

Faced with the sudden emergence of "prey", the Icefield werewolves had no preparation at all, and they had no preparation for defense. Pieces of Icefield werewolf fell like wheat in the field.

In an instant, the form of the battlefield was completely reversed; the charged cavalry almost crossed most of the battlefield, and they began to be dragged by the assembled ice field werewolves to continue the attack.

But it was just being "dragged".

The cavalrymen on the hillside held their breaths and stared at the scene that was happening on the battlefield. They did not intend to participate immediately.

In this kind of sudden encounter, the two armies did not reach any offensive and defensive agreements before, and the risk of participating in the war might destroy the plan and preparation of the other party, and may even hurt the friendly army, destroy the formation, and make a "robbery." Kind of joke.

Actor and Loren can be entrusted with important tasks, except for the title because of Ramallos, Regrett himself, is a very mature cavalry commander.

The cavalry's strength lies in its mobility and impact-on the other hand, anyone who dares to stand in front of a charge cavalry, even their duke can not reverse their charge, let alone stop them.

Therefore, after determining the direction of the other party's attack, it was indeed after they came to take care of themselves, that the two counts were very good at leaving the previous "death declaration" behind their heads, calmly watching the friendly forces attack, waiting to merge with the other party, and then Consider again how to end this battle.

Of course, the premise is that the enemy will not have more reinforcements.

But when the other party came to the meeting, what they said was far beyond their expectations.

"What are you talking about again ?!"

Looking at Ramallus, who was scolding directly, frowning, although he was very unhappy, he did not have any plans to stop-because he was not as surprised as this Earl of Lake City How much is less.

"Did I not make it clear, or did the two of you not intend to execute the order?"

Riding on the horse looked at the two of them coldly, and then said in a deep voice: "In the name of Duke Byrne, I ordered the two to withdraw from the battlefield with us. Prepare-did you hear clearly this time? "

"We heard very clearly." Earl Baimafeng raised his eyebrows and stopped the Earl of Huxin City who wanted to swear: "We just don't understand that the 3,000 cavalry over Earl Eckert are still rushing to the Valley of Blood Skeleton On the way, which army is the Duke Master planning to use to destroy this group of icefield werewolves? "

Willn't they be the legionnaires of the empire? The two counts thought very tacitly.

Almost all the Counts of Byrne understood that the reason why Loren had to ask for two thousand legionnaire soldiers from the emperor was, of course, because on the one hand, there was indeed a shortcoming in this area, and on the other hand, they had to give them a little "color "Look at it-let them understand how important unified military is.

So if Loren really threw them aside and dispatched the army of the empire to destroy the icefield werewolves, they would have absolutely no accidents-of course, they were uncomfortable and uncomfortable, that is for sure.

Let a group of Byrne knights watch the Sarkrans flaunting in front of them, just thinking about it makes the two counts uncomfortable; and this is not yet the emperor, but the order given by his duke.

That's even more uncomfortable.

Looking at the expressions of the two opposites, I didn't expect so many Luisen to frown, and some impolite voice said: "I repeat again, the whole army alternates to cover, withdraw from the battlefield-this is Byrne The Duke ’s order! "

"Then please tell me why the Duke ... don't interrupt me!"

After half of what Regeler said, he was suddenly holding his shoulder by Ramallos beside him, causing him to turn his head impatiently: "Aren't you asking a few words, if this decisive battle ..."

"boom----!!!!"

At this moment, a loud thunderous sound suddenly came to ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the world-destroying sound ... the whole battlefield was trembling.

I saw that on the battlefield where the snow was flying, a fire column suddenly lit up, and I wandered left and right among the screaming icefield werewolves!

No, it's not a pillar of fire, it's ...

Dragon!

The astonished Knights of Bain glared round their eyes one by one, raised their heads motionlessly and froze in place, unable to close their chins.

Lamarros looked at the flames, and then at the icefield werewolves screaming and wailing among the sea of ​​ice and fire, and sighed, his expression very weak.

Regrel's expression was murky, apparently thinking of something else.

"Say early, if you know that there is a dragon, there is no need to let the brethren die." The dumbfounded shrug, the Earl of Lake City raised his long knife and waved back:

"The whole army retreats!"