CH 164 Killing

Before dawn, the sound of the horn had already spread throughout Legrand's camp.

The order had been conveyed in advance last night. After hearing the horn, the soldiers quickly rearranged their armor and reorganized their formation in the slightly cold morning mist. The ground was filled with a faint blue mist. In the mist, the soldiers' armors shone a cold glint, and the blades of their swords also flashed with cold light.

Near the Kava Mountains, vehicles carrying supplies were connected into a "vehicle formation", providing a protection for the longbowmen extending out from the left wing of the King's central army.

The officers commanding various parts of the army were already in place.

Moore was in the center of the battlefield with the dismounted knights and infantry. He held a spear in his hand and looked at the sky, wondering whether the Bressi noble army would really arrive on the battlefield at this time as the King predicted. He didn't know how the King made this judgment, but too long preparations for battle could easily make soldiers tired.

Seeing the thin blue mist on the ground gradually dissipating, Moore looked at the increasingly impatient soldiers around him and began to become a little nervous.

Just when he was about to blow the horn again to alert the soldiers, smoke and dust began to rise on the distant horizon.

"They're coming!"

Moore became alert and gave orders loudly.

"Everyone get ready——"

The sun had just revealed a ray of light on the mountains, and its rays of light swept across the sky, while half of the earth was still in darkness. At this time, the Holy Legion composed of Bressi's old nobles rushed over as the King expected.

In the command post, the King listened to the sound of the horn outside. He stood up and reached for the helmet placed on the side.

"They are coming."

The Devil looked out of the window and suddenly flashed a murderous smile.

When the King heard this, he also glanced at the direction of Bressi's army. The Head of the Households adjusted the snugness of each joint of the armor for him.

The Devil turned to look at him, and for a moment he felt as if time was turning backwards. They seemed to be back a thousand years ago. He was familiar with the appearance of his Majesty in full armor. As each part of the armor was assembled on the King's body, his Majesty was like a noble rose tempered by steel. In the end, there was no softness, no warmth, but cold and unparalleled sharpness.

His sire was a sword powerful enough to cut through the world.

"Then let them come."

The King put on his helmet, raised his head, his voice cold.

At this moment, all the anger and sharpness that had not yet been shed due to youth disappeared from the King. Standing here was a monarch who was invincible on the battlefield and dictated tens of thousands of lives.

"Then let us kill them, Your Majesty."

The Devil laughed happily.

The King opened the door and stepped into the flames of war.

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The army led by Duke West had approached the Legrandian's battle line.

The vast majority of the army led by Duke West was composed of the original Bressi heavy cavalry. The Bressians have always been proud of their knights. They believe that they were the most standard knights in the world, and charging was their role in battle.

The difference between Bressi's knights and knights from other countries was that they all used heavy broadswords. When the Bressi knight armed with a broadsword and shield charged, he was magnificent. There was no word "retreat" in the dictionary of the Bressian knights. Because of this, every charge they made was overwhelming and powerful.

West's plan was to launch an attack on Legrand's camp while it was still dark.

Originally, Duke West did not plan to launch an attack on Legrand's front so early. His initial plan was to arrive near Legrand's front, take a short rest and then launch an attack.

However, last night, a light cavalry team from Legrand went around their rear and launched a night attack. The entire rear army was in chaos, and the unrest also affected the front army. The communication between the front and rear armies was not transmitted in time, causing the front army that was not attacked to also fall into commotion. In a confusion, the army began to advance.

By the time Duke West finally got in touch with that damn Rudolph, the light cavalry that attacked them had already retreated.

This night attack plunged the camp into chaos, and it would take a lot of effort to reorganize the camp. After discussion, the commanders generally believed that since the enemy was afraid of their attack and wanted to use night attacks to contain their march, they should simply respond to their trick and march through the night. Before Legrandians could wake up from their rest and arrange their battle formation, they would launch an attack on them.

Seeing that it was more difficult to control the army to stop and re-station than to march according to the situation, Duke West finally agreed to the plan.

"Dammit."

However, when the two sides approached and he saw Legrand's prepared attitude, Duke West's heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

What shocked him was not only that Legrand's soldiers had already formed their battle formation and were all lined and orderly while emitting killing intent, but also that on the slopes and highlands of the enemy camp, a group of knights slowly stepped onto the mountain line. They held scarlet banners and unfurled them in the cold morning mist. And in the middle of the knights, was their young emperor.

Duke West could only vaguely make out the appearance of King Legrand, but he felt that the other party was condescendingly overlooking the entire battlefield.

The plans they thought they made were based on seeing through the enemy's reality, but in fact they were all part of the opponent's calculations.

"My lord, what should we do?"

A young man wearing a priest's robe urged his horse to Duke West and asked.

He was the envoy sent by Theolde and played a religious role in this Holy Legion. But before now, he knew that his role in this army would not be popular, so he remained silent and did not compete with Duke West for command of the army.

This was the first time he asked West about war plans.

"Attack!"

Duke West gritted his teeth and gave the order.

He knew his own business——the combat effectiveness of Bressi's cavalry lay in the fact that they never retreated and were born to charge. Once they retreat, the order of the entire army would fall into chaos again.

The bronze horn blew, and all the Bressi knights raised their shields in one hand and their broadswords in the other, shouting in unison. The roars of the Bressian knights gathered together. This was their usual method on the battlefield to intimidate their opponents. However, the Legrand camp on the opposite side was quiet.

Just like a roaring waterfall falling into the abyss, there was no echo.

At this signal, which was different from the past, the horses of Bressi's knights galloped forward, and they raised their swords and charged forward.

The priest watched the knights charge and shook his head imperceptibly. He looked up at the young emperor who was standing quietly on the hill overlooking the battlefield. Duke West couldn't see the monarch's face and expression clearly, but he could see it clearly——across the distant battlefield, the other party's eyes fell on him accurately, and his ice-blue eyes were like the ancient and mysterious ice on snow-capped mountains.

They were so horribly sharp.

The priest backed away slowly.

In the middle of the army, surrounded by infantry, three carriages were parked quietly.

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"Shoot arrows! Shoot arrows! Let them know that Legrand is not a place for cowards!"

The commander yelled and cursed loudly on the battlefield, his voice almost hoarse.

"This is our territory! Throw these Bressi bastards out!"

Each longbowman was repeating the same actions, drawing arrows, stringing, and shooting. This was the most arrows they had ever shot in one battle in their lives. The sound of the bow and arrow leaving the string and breaking through the air gathered together, like a rapid and never ending whirlwind. Arrows covered the battlefield densely, like an overwhelming rainstorm.

There were so many enemies that they could shoot people or horses without aiming. Square-headed arrows modified by the military designers became more lethal than ever.

Duke West saw this scene from behind the frontlines and was furious.

The Legrands faced their knights with spear-wielding infantry. When the cavalry charged forward, the infantrymen stuck their spears on the ground, forming a dense forest of spears. What was even more insidious was that they dug a long trench in front of the infantry's formation and pulled up horse ropes. When the Bressi knights rushed over, the careless cavalrymen were tripped by traps and horse ropes, which in turn blocked some of the cavalrymen who were coming from behind.

When the cavalry were successfully restrained by a legion of dismounted soldiers and infantry using spears, the longbowmen arranged by Legrand on the flanks seized the opportunity to launch a fatal attack.

No wonder King Legrand gave up on fighting with the same charging style. When arrows rained down from the left and right sides, the numerical advantage was quickly wiped out.

Duke West dared to guarantee with his own head that King Legrand must have mobilized all the most elite longbowmen in Legrand here for this round of killings. One by one, the Bressian knights were piled on top of each other in front of Legrand's front, both still alive and already dead. The opponent refused to retreat and used the corpses of their own and the Bressiqn knights to build a battlefield wall.

"Kill those damn longbowmen first!"

Duke West shouted angrily.

"They are blocking our way!"

Some knights turned around and attacked the archers on both sides under the terrible rain of arrows.

The vehicle formations arranged by the King before played their role at this time. Each carriage was loaded with stones or wood, which was extremely heavy. They fell horizontally under the slope where the archers were, and though the cavalry launched two charges, other than leaving more corpses on the slope, there was no more gain.

Blood flowed into a river, and the entire grassland was dyed dark red.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The Bressian officers shouted orders.

Some of the Bressian knights retreated, while some of the knights who adhered to the principle of "never retreat" continued to charge forward. Those who retreated blocked the way of those who advanced. The horses shot by arrows went crazy in the charging frontline, colliding every which way. At the same time, most of the infantrymen of Bressi's army who acted as protection on the knight's right wing were poor people who wanted to make a fortune. They did not even have complete armor. They were completely scared witless in this bloody battlefield and fled in all directions.

The knight who could not retreat could only use his sword to cut a bloody path through the chaotic army.

When the first group of defeated Bressi cavalry was mixed with the second group of charging cavalry, the third group of cavalry arrived.

The third group of cavalry bypassed the chaotic frontal battlefield and wanted to advance from the side to attack Legrand's dismounted soldiers. And just as they were moving diagonally to the side, a left-wing army led by Count Pane rotated towards the middle battlefield, and was about to form a closed encirclement.

"How awful."

Looking at the bloody and chaotic battlefield, the priest shook his head helplessly.

He retreated to the three carriages and bowed.

"Our soldiers are brave but have no plan. They need help."