The distance between the sky and the earth in Brando's field of vision became narrow and wide. The spearman in front was lowering his center of gravity. The shining helmets sank one after another, and the spear seemed to rise from the back of the helmet.//

**//He vaguely heard Beth's voice, as sharp as a mush, "shoot--" A swarm of feather arrows passed over their heads and turned into black dots in the distance and fell one after another.

The queue of the Northern Allied Forces was like a blue and white wave. A series of explosions were produced in this wave. Continuous explosion flashes and screaming sounds were connected together. The sharp air flow seemed to cross a distance of tens of meters in an instant, carrying it with them.

The incomplete metal ring clanked against his armor.

The bright light was shining, and Brando couldn't help but squint his eyes. The light infantry in front of him had begun to enter the final charge. Their front line was completely in an arc, and they were crossing the shallows of the mountain stream, and the disintegrating crystals continued.

It exploded under their feet, and clouds of water rose up. Young faces kept falling in the water mist, while his companions continued to move over his body. ◇Machenko Mountain and Weiwei were about fifty meters away on the right side.

In the dense forest at the northern foot of Leko Mountain, the infantry of Finn's Column and Constantine's Column were looming under the canopy of trees, but flashes of explosions bloomed in the woods - since there was no need to worry about accidental damage, the archers almost

All the arrows were projected on these two mountains - the deafening sound caused by the explosion almost overturned the land, and the branches of the black pine were broken by the air waves and flew away, clashing with the two columns of the Northern Allied Forces.

The flags fell together one by one.

Suddenly, a few flashes of light erupted in the distance of the battlefield.

Brando immediately understood what it was, a magic attack! The wizards of the Northern Alliance joined the battle. A few flames crossed a distance of thousands of meters in an instant, and in an instant turned into a fireball the size of a head, but all sides were covered with light blue water.

The curtain immediately opened above the phalanx of noble private soldiers, and the fireball crashed into the water curtain, turning into countless red flames and splashing in all directions.

But the roar caused by the explosion still caused commotion among Count Odin's private soldiers, and the formation began to loosen up in a mess. Brando secretly screamed, and was about to boost morale. But a clear and calm voice beat him to it.

It rang.

"Don't retreat, I'm here! I'm with you, fighting side by side with you!" Her Royal Highness the Princess's voice was firm and calm. But the girl's pale hand tightly grasping the hilt of her sword revealed her true mood.

"Your Highness the Princess!" Brando suddenly turned around and saw Princess Griffin not far away from him.

Princess Griffin glanced at him, her silver eyes filled with uneasiness. But she turned back and shouted sternly: "I am the princess of Eruin! I will be here, and let our blood flow here today."

Together!" The majesty of the royal family is still very contagious among ordinary people. Seeing Her Royal Highness the Princess standing behind him, the commotion of the noble private soldiers miraculously calmed down.

Seeing this, Freya also stepped forward to join the first row, drew her long sword and stood side by side with the noble private soldiers♀ Although this girl from the countryside of Buqi was slow in words and deeds, she could not say any passionate words to encourage people.

But as long as she holds the Lionheart Sword tightly with both hands and doesn't take a step back, how can the men have the nerve to leave their position and leave her to face the army alone.

Behind her, the few cadets from the Royal Knights Academy who remained in the central position set an example. [They reached the front of the queue. No one spoke, but they seemed to be shining with an indescribable spirit. At that moment, Brando's heart was pounding.

I was jumping, but my blood was boiling.

He put down the Sword of the Earth and placed it on his chest. He raised his head and looked forward. A line of blue and white waves was passing through the smoke belt caused by the explosion. The light infantry of the Northern Alliance Army had crossed the river beach and was close at hand.

Viscount von Doggning passed through the explosion in agony, spitting out the sand in his mouth. He raised his head and looked through the fireworks. He was surprised to see Count Odin's noble private soldiers just emerging from the commotion.

He regained his composure. "The other side also has brilliant officers..." This thought flashed through his mind.

The two armies collided with each other.

The noble private soldiers all stretched out their spears. The halberds in the hands of the Buré light infantry who rushed at the front were stabbed before they could reach them. The sharp spear points penetrated the beveled breastplate of the Buré light infantry.

They fell to the ground in rows. From a distance, the swallow-tailed flags of the Bulei people at the front collapsed like wheat stubble.

The noble private soldiers took a step back, but the second row of Bray infantrymen had already stabbed in through the forest of spears with their halberds. However, all these halberds hit the big shield in vain.

Pass the spear through the gap between the big shields and accurately stab these fish that have slipped through the net to the ground....

But the light infantry in the rear continued to advance, past the bodies of their companions. The noble privates had to continue to retreat, because the shocks received were inconsistent in all directions, although the non-commissioned officers in the front line shouted at the top of their lungs 'Back! Back!'

But continuous sections still began to appear on the front line of the first row.

Brando was screaming in his heart that something was wrong, but he found that the Ble light infantry on the opposite side did not make good use of these sections. They just kept advancing blindly. He then realized and slapped his forehead. He was only commanding an army.

The private army of the nobles. And the opponent is just a second-line army composed of human light infantry that is not even first-level.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He was really a little too nervous. After all, it was the Year of the Sword, and the battlefield was not surrounded by those famous military units of later generations. He calmed down a little, raised his head, and saw the layers of helmets.

, between the tip of the shield, the tip of the spear and the flag, there is a group of Earth Dragon Rangers cruising outside the formation in the distance.

"It's that guy..."

Brando realized that the opponent was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the cross section to further expand to an opportunity that the Rangers could seize.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the northern foot of Machenko Mountain and Vileko Mountain, and von Daugning was doing the same thing. The young Viscount was riding on the back of the ground dragon and looked at the battle between Finn's column and Constantine's column.

The forwards had already appeared at the edge of the woodland - and right in front of them were the left and right flanks of the three phalanxes of the noble private soldiers.

"Huh. It's moving faster than expected." Viscount von Doggning was slightly startled. He knew very well what the Finn's Column and Constantine's Column were, but he didn't expect that the other side would bravely pass through at the critical moment.

Exploded.

God help Sifah.

But when Brando saw the same scene, the thought flashed through his mind: "Bess did a good job."

The phalanx of the noble private soldiers retreated step by step slowly with their backs against Mount Unker. The previously retreated Gray Fin Naga Guards and the cadets from the Royal Knights Academy soon appeared at the southern foot of Mount Unker.

Two wings——

Viscount von Daugning understood in an instant what Brando wanted to do. Concentrate the superior forces on the left and right wings, lure and defeat the Northern Allied Forces' protrusions on the Machenko and Wileko Mountains, and form the main force of the Bre's infantry.

The protrusion completed the encirclement, "Sign up." Viscount von Daugning immediately ordered: "Let Viscount Finn and Baron Constantine hold on, tell them that victory is in sight, don't worry, just invest all your troops."

He stepped back and said, "Convey my order to Count Vitokin. It is best to ask him to issue the same order again."

The cavalrymen who delivered the order immediately moved back.

The war has gradually intensified——

Due to repeated impacts, the formation of the noble private soldiers began to slowly tilt to one side, as if a huge piece of butter began to melt, and one corner was seriously lagging behind. Viscount von Daugning keenly grasped this change, and he

He pointed his spear at the flank of the noble private soldiers and shouted: "Focus on the phalanx on the left and defeat their main formation first. Victory will be ours!"

Brando heard Count Odin roaring hoarsely behind him: "Be careful with that ranger, don't expose your flank to them!" For the first time, he felt that the crisis was approaching. The other party was indeed a famous general in history. If only

When it comes to commanding an army in battle, he may really not be that guy's opponent.

"Mr. Brando." Princess Griffin's fair face was flushed, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly due to excessive exertion. She looked around on the horse, surrounded by enemies, as if she was in a vast ocean, endless.

Endless: “The left wing can’t hold on any longer!”

Brando just nodded to her.

"Nimesis." He immediately turned around and shouted loudly.

"exist!"

"Command is transferred to you."

Nymesis turned back, and with her black hair flying, Brando saw the strange look in her eyes. But the female knight didn't ask any more questions and just nodded.

"Mr. Brando, you...?" Her Royal Highness the Princess was slightly startled: "What are you going to do?"

Brando was turning the horse's head, and the princess's surprised voice caused all the junior sergeants and even the knights to turn around. They were surprised to see their commander leaving the front line and galloping away to the left wing alone.

What is he going to do?

Under the pressure of the coalition forces, the left-wing phalanx of the noble private soldiers was retreating awkwardly, becoming looser and gradually being squeezed into a small triangle. As long as von Daugning's ground dragoons

Going around to the flank, collapse seemed to be only a matter of time.

It's irreversible.

Commander, are you crazy?

Viscount von Daugning also thought so. Although he did not see Brando, the opponent's commander had not given up the left wing and closed the central formation until now. The reaction was too slow and he couldn't bear it.

He sneered, maybe he was too arrogant.

No matter how brilliant the command is, it still requires qualified troops to execute it. Those royal cadets have no idea what real war is like.

He had already seen the flanks of the noble private soldiers, and even saw the panicked faces of the panicked country bumpkin infantry. Those frightened faces were exactly the same as those on the faces of Kutonin's beasts. They were full of life.

It's just an instinctive reaction before facing despair.

The ranger leveled his spear and began to accelerate.

The ground trembled slightly, and every time the giant claws of the Earth-walking Dragon came into contact with the ground, the pebbles on the river beach rolled and danced as if they were infused with magic power - the dry dust rose up to form smoke. But one after another, the shining knights

The gun cut through the smoke - Viscount von Dogning lowered his body, and with a beast-like roar, he stabbed the spear in his hand heavily into the opponent's formation.

The huge impact directly penetrated the oval-shaped giant shield. However, the rangers continued to accelerate, and the earth dragon used its weight advantage to knock open the giant shield. The phalanx of the noble private soldiers collapsed in an instant and began to retreat one after another.

It was only at this moment that Viscount von Daugning realized that he had held victory in his hands. Next, the rout of Odin's left wing would sweep across the entire princess's main position, and then Bray's light infantry and his rangers would be separated.

The battlefield, just like they did to those stupid lion men on the battlefield in the east.

But this is the time.

He heard a distant howl.

The howl seemed to come from the vast jungle, from the endless wilderness. At that moment, the young Viscount seemed to have hallucinations in front of his eyes. He saw the earth was dark and a giant wolf was galloping under the silver moon.

A trombone sounded, and then the forest shook. The howling of wolves seemed to penetrate the forest in an instant, penetrating time and distance, from far to near, one after another on the entire battlefield.

"Wolf?"

A black shadow blocked the sunlight above Viscount von Dognin. He raised his head and saw the huge creature leaping high, its black fur shining in the sunlight - but there was a coldness in its red eyes.

Murderous intention. It was clearly after noon, and the sun was stronger than the fire, but the young Viscount could not feel a trace of warmth on his body. He only felt cold all over.

He subconsciously raised his spear, and the spear pierced the huge black wolf's fur, revealing the thick bone plate underneath - no, it was simply a rock. The tip of the spear drew a spark on the rock. This was not an illusion, but
To be continued...