"Tiger! Ha! Tiger!" The Flood Infantrymen roared majestically, carrying ironwood-covered tower shields and holding chevaux de frise, and quickly ran towards the vulnerable part where the Togoldo Orc Army and the Gambada Orc Army were combined.
"Gun formation! Start!" Lance estimated the orc army in the distance, calculated the distance in his mind, and gave the order when he was about a mile away.
One by one, the chevaux de frise was raised by the Swift Infantry. On each shining tower shield was a five-meter-long chevaux de frise. Facing the bitter winter wind, the tips of the lances flashed with cold light!
"Swish, swish, swish!" The shrill sound of arrows breaking through the air was heard, and the few orc archers raised the short horn bows in their hands. This kind of short bow, which could only throw arrows two or three hundred meters at most, had long been eliminated in the coalition forces.
"Raise your shields!" Lance's face changed. No commander would order his troops to withstand a rain of arrows, no matter how much damage they inflicted...
"Bang, bang, bang!" A dull sound came from the tower shield held high above the head. The falling arrows hit the shield, making the hands of the torrent infantry holding the shield numb.
"Hold on! They can't shoot through our tower shield!" Lance felt relieved after feeling the vibration on his hand. How could the orcs shoot through the tower shield without longbows and archers?
"200 meters! First row, lay down your shields!" Lance accurately calculated the distance between himself and the orcs. At a distance of 200 meters, the direct shot of the orcs' shortbows could reach the Torrent Legion. The first row of infantry needed to guard against arrows from the front.
"Boom~Boom~Boom~" The iron boots hit the ground, and a forest of guns rushed towards the orcs with the force of thunder.
"The last 50 meters! Jiliu's troops! Charge! In the name of Jiliu! Long live the Lagran Empire!" Lance raised his lance high and fiercely charged towards the terrified orcs together with all the Jiliu infantry.
Shrill screams echoed throughout the universe as over a hundred orcs were lifted up by the oncoming barrage of spears. But that wasn't the worst of it! The well-trained and strong Flood infantrymen didn't stop, their blood-stained barrages once again thrust towards the orcs behind them. Then the second row of Flood infantrymen thrust their spears through the orcs lifted up by the first row. Countless twitching bodies hung high in the air, a trail of crimson blood spilling behind them...
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"...How brutal." Roland rode on his horse and watched quietly as the soldiers of the Torrent Legion slaughtered the orcs. Now he finally believed the rumor that these Torrent Infantry could defeat the knights.
"Because... they are the Tide Infantry!" Renault looked at the brave Tide Legion in the distance, with an unknown light in his eyes.
"It's time for us to move out!" Roland said calmly as he looked at the agitated orc army.
"It's not the right time yet. The water is not muddy enough... Let Lance and the others hold on! If we don't move, it's fine. But if we move! We will make sure they never get a chance to turn over!" Renault's words were indifferent but contained an undisguised murderous intent.
"Then let's wait. The orcs haven't reacted yet. Let Lance and the others suppress the orcs and fight for a while!" Roland nodded. The knights of the Holy Knights stood quietly in the snow behind him. Only the breath they and their horses exhaled could show that they were alive.
"Your Highness, I will go and add fuel to the fire. We can't always let the orcs in the front take the beating. This is not a good way to show favoritism." Radil, leaning on a staff, rode a skinny horse and came to Roland to ask for orders.
"Pastor Ivy, follow Mr. Radil and be careful!" Roland whispered a few words and let the two leave.
"After this battle, we need to recuperate. The strings of the Rapid City are too tight, and it no longer has the energy to deal with the next war." After a moment of silence, Renault finally couldn't help but admonish Roland.
"Do you mean that we should not interfere with the Dwarfs' expedition to Moria?" Roland smiled.
"Your Highness..." Renault opened his mouth. As a subordinate, he hoped that Roland's big ship would sail more steadily.
"Well, I'll consider it." Roland said perfunctorily. He couldn't refuse the temptation of the dragon knight. You have to know that what the system gave him was definitely an authentic dragon knight of the Lagran Empire, the ultimate force that had been systematically trained and inherited. It was definitely not comparable to a lucky half-baked person like Peter Gro.
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"Charge! Charge! Don't stop! You are the children of the Rapid River! You are the Rapid Infantry! You are unstoppable! Kill!" Lance roared and swung the leash in his hand, piercing the chests of the four orcs in front of him. He flipped his right hand and used force to pick up the four still twitching corpses. Suddenly, he threw the leash away, and then he thrust the leash into the bodies of the orcs again. The warm blood flew as the leash of the Rapid Infantrymen stabbed.
"Swish!" A third-rank half-orc berserker, who had just split the tower shield of a torrent infantryman with a heavy axe, was beaten to death by a dozen torrent infantrymen. The corpse left on the spot was covered with bloody holes pierced by lances and severed lance heads. The head still had the faint marks of being hit by a mace, and the hard skull was twisted and deformed...
"Ugh..." A Swiftstream Infantryman, his chest and abdomen ripped open, weakly held his internal organs as they flowed out. As he lay dying, he was filled with a desire for life...
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"The orcs have reacted!" Roland said anxiously as he looked at the Torrent Legion, which seemed to be surrounded by the orc army.
"Wait a little longer! The city of Losenniel should react by now!" Renault observed the battlefield calmly. He hoped that the Holy Knights would appear at the time and place where the orcs least wanted them to appear!
"Bang!" The sealed gate of the city of Losenniel was broken open from the inside, and the elven army poured out like a tide. Iovia took the lead, wielding a scimitar. Her extremely high agility gave the elf extremely high mobility.
"Swish, swish, swish!" The arrows arrived before the troops arrived! Three rounds of rapid fire completely defeated the Orcs who had just assembled their battle formation. The Orcs who had originally formed a somewhat orderly formation fell to the ground in the rain of arrows. The Orcs who were lucky enough to survive also looked for something to hide from the rain of arrows. It was precisely because of the psychological trauma left by the elves' bows and arrows that the Orcs lost their last chance to fight back, because... the elves seized this precious opportunity and pressed forward. The encirclement of the Flood Infantry was broken without a fight. Without the threat from the rear, the Flood Legion was now... unstoppable on the battlefield of Lonely Mountain!
"It's time, Your Highness, let the knights move!" Renault smiled instantly when he saw the cooperating elven army. The elven commander on the opposite side had a good grasp of the timing of the battle. For the first time, Renault had enough confidence to annihilate the orc army!
"Tatt, tatt!" The crisp sound of horse hooves rang out, and a weak but not insignificant torrent of steel moved its iron hooves without anyone knowing! Their target was the orcs' flank!
"Swish~" Countless two-meter-long spikes instantly covered an area of 100 meters in radius. All the orcs within the magic range were pierced by the spikes and lifted into the air. Only a few lucky ones broke the spikes and escaped.
The war mage Radil quietly revealed the splendor of a war mage!