Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 496 Undead Chariot
Cyril boarded the guard tower raised on the west wall, and a moving black shadow in the distance was so eye-catching in a white plain.For scouts with the blessing of Eagle Eye, it is easy to see them clearly.

There is no doubt that this is a regular army of the undead wearing armor - generally speaking, whether the undead army is a "regular army" is judged by whether it wears armor or not.

Skeletons with bare hands are newborn cannon fodder, those with empty weapons and no armor are considered ordinary combat power, and those with full equipment are the regular army of the undead.

Cyril squinted his eyes for a while, and quickly saw that this group of black shadows had two distinct sections - the former section was faster and less numerous, and the second half was a dense phalanx of skeleton infantry.

"My lord, this is the picture drawn by the scouts compared to them." The scout on the side handed the picture to Cyril. The drawing on the paper was a carriage driven by armored horses—but there was no carriage that a carriage should have. On the first part sat several skeleton soldiers holding spears.

"Black Meteor Chariot." Cyril frowned - a unit like a chariot is a powerful weapon against light armored infantry units, and as the number increases, the lethality it can cause will increase exponentially.

Perhaps one chariot only needs to lose three soldiers to subdue it, then three chariots may require ten soldiers, and ten chariots need fifty soldiers.What's even more tricky is that if the drivers of these chariots are skilled enough, they can even break through a path among the infantry, and then leave gracefully——

"Can our shield soldiers withstand the impact of chariots?" Azik also knows this kind of annoying thing. Undead chariots are far more impactful than human chariots, because they don't know pain and are fearless If you die, even if you cut off the head of the bone horse, you can go crazy and rush forward for a long distance.

"The problem is not whether we can withstand it, but that we can't afford such consumption." Cyril clenched his hands on the railing, "they are more than these chariots, and the regular skeleton army behind them is also very difficult."

"And there are a lot of them. I think there are at least three infantry phalanxes, and the number of skeleton soldiers should be more than [-]." Azike estimated, and he couldn't help but speed up his speech: "If we fight head-on on the plain, we don't have What's the odds... are they headed for us?"

"My lord, they don't seem to have noticed our existence." Scout Bivis replied immediately.

"It's probably because we are occupying a stronghold transformed by necromancers, and they don't think we are human villages."

The stronghold beneath them had already been remodeled by Necromancers. Although the houses inside had been remodeled by the Siliki Army, they looked like people lived in them, but the outside was full of undead style.

While the few people were talking, more and more people had already gathered on the city wall, and the generals of each team had also boarded the sentry tower, and they were all waiting behind Cyril at this moment.

And Cyril calmly stared ahead, watching the black shadow galloping towards the northeast. He knew that if he didn't make a decision, the group of undead would soon be out of their reach.

But the scouts had just confirmed that the troops of the Tower of the North Wind were advancing forward, and the long line spread out could block all the undead coming from the north.How did this undead regular army, which even had chariot troops, bypass their noses and come to this place in the middle of northern Xinjiang?
If there is one undead army, will there be a second or third army?How did they all come here?What are their goals?
It is to attack small villages like the previous necromancers...

Or is it aimed at the Tower of the North Wind, which is short of troops at the moment?
The moment this idea came into being, Cyril didn't even dare to think about it any further.At such a sensitive time point, if everything is described as a coincidence, if the undead take the opportunity to flood the Tower of the North Wind and break the "central axis" of Northern Xinjiang, then it can only be said...

God bless La Rochelle?
He suddenly clenched his fists tightly—history has finally moved in a different direction from the original history, how could he let it turn back to the original direction?

Everyone's eyes were focused on the back of the half-elf boy standing at the front of the sentry tower with his hands behind his back. In just a few words, the advantages and disadvantages of the Siliki army and this undead regular army have been clearly stated.If the last battle was a battle of hands-on abuse, then this battle, the "rookies" who are at a disadvantage are definitely them——

But among them, none of them had the idea of ​​"pretend not to see them and let them pass", even if they were not even worthy of being included in the call-up order, they were just a small noble private army who was randomly sent to station in the corners .

They tensed up, waiting for a word from their seemingly invincible young lord ahead.

Finally, that clear voice sounded in their ears again.

"Atsk."

"Yes!" Azike responded with his chest straightened.

"Get ready to attack. You are still in charge of this battle. My only requirement is to cause as many damages to that undead army as possible." Cyril turned around, his eyes swept over everyone, Wolff S. Dunton, Hagen Trogne, Antonis Alex... These are all squad leaders that he is already very familiar with, and each can support a sky in the army.

And his gaze finally fell on the scout.

"Bevis."

"Ah? Yes!" Bivis was taken aback, as if he didn't expect the lord to be able to call his name at this time.

"Next, I have a very important task for you." Cyril's tone was calm and unwavering, and his pale green eyes made Bivis nervous, but he nodded immediately.

"Now you are promoted to be the captain of the new 'Flying Eagle Scout Team'. You go to select your team members and start within half an hour. I want you to go north, contact as many legions as possible, and tell them that there are a large number of undead sneaking in. Request They return to help." Cyril said word by word, confirming that the young scout could hear clearly, "Do you understand?"

"Ah, yes!" Bivis stammered, the amount of information in Cyril's words was too huge, which made him unable to react for a while, but he still quickly grasped the most critical point , asked loudly: "But my lord, what if they don't believe me? We are probably nothing in their eyes, and no one will think that the undead can get around..."

But Cyril had already thought of the answer, he stepped forward and put a hand on Bivis' shoulder:
"If they don't want to, then tell them that this is a request for help from the 'Pioneer of the Origin' and the 'Acting Head of the Silver Blade Knights'. If you are held accountable, just send troops honestly—"

Then Bivis saw that the handsome young lord actually raised the corners of his lips in such a severe situation:
"Bevis, don't think that we are weaker or inferior to anyone."

"Sciliki is proud of you."

Bivis choked up for no reason. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth, took a step back, and said loudly, "Yes, my lord! I promise to come back with reinforcements!"

Immediately afterwards, he jumped off the sentry tower like an agile ape, squeezed away the soldiers surrounding him like a madman, and disappeared on the city wall.

Atzik, who was silent before, finally raised his head at this time, and met Cyril's eyes when he turned back.

"Is there a countermeasure?" Cyril asked.

"There is a countermeasure." Atzke's eyes seemed to be shining with a scorching light, "Everyone, get ready to fight, this will be the most difficult battle since the founding of our Siliki army, but it will also be the most glorious battle -"

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The city gates to the north and west of the silent Baihua stronghold opened at the same time, and groups of Siliki troops poured out of the city gates.Except for a small number of wounded soldiers, the rest of Siliki's army was almost out.

But before the city gate opened, a crimson stream of light had jumped down from the city wall, like a pitch-black thunder in the daytime, piercing through the silent snow field.

The nightmare horse galloped across the snowy field, and Cyril rode alone, galloping towards the northwest of the White Flower stronghold.

The cold wind poured into the long and pointed ears that activated the listening to the wind technique, making his ears red from the cold.The information was filtered one by one, and finally Cyril clearly heard a rush of horseshoes, and the sound of wheels rolling following the horseshoes——

This undead army is a mix of light armored infantry and chariots. Although the chariots are already taking care of the speed of the infantry, it is still inevitable that there will be some disconnection.

This is a matter of combat habits. When the two armies are facing each other, the chariot soldiers need to crash into the opponent's infantry formation from the flanks, tear the opponent's formation and cause damage, and after causing chaos, it is the infantry that presses closer The moment the unit engages the opponent's infantry.

Atsk is responsible for dispatching the entire battlefield. Even if Cyril Adrian is his lord, he is just a pawn at this moment.

The difference is that this chess piece is especially capable of playing——

"Our troops can't stand the wear and tear of the chariots. My lord, your only task is to involve these chariots so that our infantry can engage the opponent head-on." The oblique line Azik drew on the map The horizontal line made Cyril understand his intention clearly.

Siliki's army will be divided into two parts. Atzke will form a group of shield soldiers, halberd soldiers, new half-lizard men and archers, and the second group of sword fighters. The first group starting from the north gate will be responsible for attracting the undead. The infantry phalanx and the task of fighting with it, while the second group needs to enter from the flank after the two armies officially engage in battle, causing sufficient damage.

The place where Siliki's army fought the undead was set to be northwest of the White Flower stronghold, and what Cyril had to do was to lead the opponent's chariot further north before the battle to ensure that the chariot could not cause damage to the infantry phalanx.

The nightmare horse ran faster and faster, and the heat on its body seemed to be rising, as if it wanted to melt the snow around it.He didn't suppress its speed at all, and even raised his long sword to prop up the "wind of recovery", allowing the blue wind to whip up flames and move forward like a moving barrier of red flames.

"Blood Axe" Howell was sitting on the chariot, and at his feet was his famous giant ax in the army. "Smuggling" into the northern border of La Rochelle went much smoother than they expected. At first they were worried that there would be high-ranking earth mages intervening, but it turned out that La Rochelle didn't seem to be so vigilant .

The bone horse in front of him was advancing tirelessly.It vaguely remembered that a necromancer had infiltrated this area long ago. The disciple who seemed to be "Sandro" fled into La Rochelle overnight after learning the forbidden method--of course, it doesn't know about these things among the liches. clear.

What does this have to do with it?Those liches only need to honestly provide them with reserves in the rear. It is these brave and terrifying knights who really make the undead rise.

The flesh under its hideous visor has gradually become more complete than when it was a zombie.

This is a manifestation of the accumulation of killings. As long as a few more heads are harvested, it may have a face indistinguishable from that of a human - this is undoubtedly a great temptation for a newly promoted terrifying knight.

Although the undead don't value faces, vampires, those damned glamorous guys regardless of gender, are paranoid about the so-called appearance. If they can make the whole body indistinguishable from humans, then maybe it can Enjoy some vampire pussy--of course, the man doesn't mind either.

While Howell was thinking about it, the soul fire in his eyes suddenly trembled, and he was pulled by a majestic magic power, and he couldn't help but look in that direction—it was a galloping horse, and the rider on the horse was very flamboyant, He even turned around and raised his sword towards it!
"Damn it, you dare to provoke Howell!"

The fire of soul in the skull surged instantly, it stood up abruptly, its thick hands had already grasped the handle of the ax that was as thick as four or five human thigh bones.The huge ax surface is shining with silver light, which is the treasure given to it by the dungeon under the extreme northern plain——

"Tear it up, tear it up for me! I'll chew it up!"

The surrounding skeletons followed its orders blindly, and the chariots turned in unison, chasing after the galloping figure.

And a few minutes later, the skeleton infantry phalanx that followed here stopped here.

"That idiot Howell turned around? Didn't it claim to be the first to conquer the Tower of the North Wind?" The lich's eyes danced with faint blue flames.

The undead guard behind him took the shield and took two steps forward: "Should we wait here, or..."

"Stop for a while, and then move on. It doesn't want to go, so let me come." The Lich shouted back at the guard, waving his slender bone fingers lightly, but heard the sound of the soil under his feet, and then leveled off Several depressions appeared on the surface of the snow, and three or four incomplete skeletons stood up around it.

"Are there only so many skeletons? It seems that Sandro's stupid student has indeed been here...but why didn't he come to welcome us?"

It waved its fingers, and the skeletons immediately swayed and walked slowly towards the distant Baihua stronghold.

And at the same time, beyond its sight, the elf's long brown hair danced in the wind.

Fingers are already on the bowstring.

　One more night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)