Warlords of the witcher world
Chapter 115 Brenner's Bloody Battle
Chapter 115 Brenner's Bloody Battle (Thousand Words)
People familiar with the local environment are more likely to imagine the scene than those who can only find the Brenner settlement through maps.
It was that settlement that the Royal Army had reached, but in fact, it was deserted at that time, because it had been set ablaze by Scoia'tael elves in a certain battle a year ago.
On the left was the Redanian army, commanded by Count de Ruyter.He had 2 men under him, both infantry and cavalry.
The central troops were stationed at the foot of the hill—the hill that came to be known as Gallows Hill.King Foltest's sheriff, John Natalis, stood on the hill, with a panoramic view of the entire battlefield.The main body of our army was massed just below him: thirty thousand Temerians and Redanians in four phalanxes, surrounded by ten squadrons of heavy cavalry, stood on the north bank of the fishpond, where the natives ruled. It is called "Golden Water Pond".At the same time, there is a reserve force in the rear of the central force, consisting of [-] Vizima and Maribau infantry, commanded by the governor of Bronibo.
From the south bank of the Golden Water Pond, to a large string of fish ponds connected to it, and one mile away from the turn of the Chutra River, our right-wing troops-the volunteer army of the Mahakam Dwarves, eight squadrons of Kod Wen light cavalry, and the great mercenary unit "Free Corps".Their commanders were Adam Pangrat, and the dwarf Barclay Ayers, with a total force of 2.
Nearly two miles away from the Royal Army, the Nilfgaardians were marching under the command of Field Marshal Menno Kuhorn.Their armed forces are like a wall of steel, brigade after brigade, company after company, company after company, as far as the eye can see.Through this forest of banners and halberds, the breadth and length of this army can be seen to be astonishing.Their strength at that time was about 6000 men, but only a few knew this.It is for this reason that many of our soldiers did not waver in their resolve when they saw the sheer size of the Nilfgaardians.
But the heart beneath the armor of even the bravest is beating faster than ever, for the truth is clear: a hard and bloody battle is about to begin, and many of those who line up here will never see the sun set today again.
It was cloudy that morning, but the sunlight breaking through the clouds was a sure reminder that time was still ticking.The wind picked up, and the flapping of the flags was like a flock of birds fluttering their wings.The Nilfgaardian army stood quietly in front of our army, and everyone was wondering why Field Marshal Menno Quhorn hadn't given the order to attack...
——"Chronicle of the Kingdom of Temeria" Elder Ellander, Saint Yale
"Damn it, when will the war start? From morning to now, we've probably been standing for several hours. Are we going to stand here forever?"
In the central unit of the Northern Army, looking at the black-clothed army array in front of them, a soldier cursed angrily.
His words aroused the approval of many people, and many people began to whisper.
For many people in battle—especially recruits—it is also a torment to stand on the battlefield for a long time without fighting.
For the recruits, going to war early means relief. No matter what the fate is, they should go to battle first and then talk about it.
If you have been waiting here, the pressure is too great.
It's just that he shut up after being scolded by the officers, and the soldier who complained was whipped several times.
Seeing this, everyone in the vicinity shut their mouths obediently.
The commotion here was naturally noticed by King Foltest, who was high on the hill.
Where the king was, there were several elite teams from Temeria and Redania, as well as the arquebus team, who were adjusting their status.
There are also all the cannons of the entire army, eight cannons are listed on it, and they are placed in the specially dug emplacements, and the artillerymen are busy beside the cannons.
Whenever he sees these artillery pieces, His Majesty the King always feels a sense of relief.
In the depressing reality of the moment, this is the only way he can breathe a sigh of relief. He just regrets why there is no more powerful firepower here. Just fine.
"It seems that the Nilfgaardians want to know if we have set up an ambush, and I don't know if Roche successfully blocked them."
There was a hint of bitterness in King Foltest's tone. In the original plan of the Northern Alliance, they should set up an ambush army.
This ambush army will be the key to the north's counterattack. When the battle is fierce, as this army enters the battlefield, the Nilfgaardians can only be defeated.
But due to a series of actions by Menno Cuhorn, they had to abandon this idea.
First of all, the Nilfgaardian army that came to the Brenner battlefield exceeded their expectations. There were a total of 10 people.
Menno Cuhorn then set up a massive offensive in multiple directions.
The Northern Alliance had to separate many troops to deal with the various offensives of the Nilfgaardians.
It was not until Brenner's Nilfgaardian army arrived that the North understood that they had been deluded by Marshal Mennonite's bravado.
But they must continue to spread doubts and give the Nilfgaardian enough information fog, which can always be used.
I didn't see it. Is it because the opponent hasn't figured out whether they have ambushed or not, so they haven't attacked all the time?
"Your Majesty, don't worry, Roche has also experienced countless battles, and he will definitely be able to successfully complete the task."
John Natalis comforted his king like this, but Foltest's expression didn't change because of these words, because he knew it was just comforting himself.
Although Roche is very capable, he has made countless contributions to the fight against the Scoia'tael, and his performance on the battlefield has always been very good.
However, it is impossible to stop the large-scale investigation activities of the Nilfgaardians. The number of blue iron guards is still too small compared to the width of their responsibility.
In fact, the only strength the northerners can count on now is the Aedian and Livians under Mi Wei's command.
According to the information conveyed by Mi Wei yesterday, they were already very close to the Brenner battlefield. Foltest only hoped that Mi Wei could arrive in time.
As long as Mi Wei's troops arrive, victory will be theirs.
But before Mi Wei arrives, they must hold on, if they are defeated before Mi Wei arrives, then there is nothing to say.
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Nilfgaardian scout captain Lamar Frouter was terrified, fear gripping his guts.
An hour ago, the scout team received an action order. He thought that his experience of performing thousands of missions would allow him to easily overcome his fear, but this was not the case.
The thought of tens of thousands of northern troops just around him made him lose his mind. If it weren't for the discipline brought about by his long-term service in the army, he might even have left directly.
After walking for a while, the scouts stopped on the mountainside below the fir forest, and the cavalry hid carefully in a bush.
It was not easy for them along the way, the Temerians in blue kept attacking them on the road, and more than half of his team had been lost, and Froutt also saw the corpses of several scout teams.
The Temerians would goug out the corpse's eyes, break their limbs, hang the corpse on a tree and other cruel methods to deter the Nilfgaardian scouts.
Flout was indeed frightened. He wanted to retreat several times, but due to military discipline, he still did not give the order in the end.
"There's no one here," said Froutt, "not half of them. Go back, we've come far enough."
The nearby area has almost finished investigating, just behind the mountain.
And when he saw that mountain, he didn't want to go, it was too flat, if he met a northerner...
The subordinates looked at him questioningly.Far?How many miles did they go before returning?
"Lieutenant," the subordinate said unwillingly, "we should go to the opposite hill, stand there, we can see if there is anyone in the other valley, what do you think, sir?"
Flutter felt a strong fear, investigating in that flat place?Isn't this sending you to death?
But another thought that emerged at this moment suppressed his fear and prevented him from insisting on running away.
If Brenner is defeated, with the current bad situation in the north, can he really survive after the defeat?
"Come on, let's go and see."
Flutter finally got over his fear and decided to go there anyway.
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After Menno Cuhorn listened to the report, he looked away from the map. He glanced at the hot air balloon hovering over the northern army. The Aedirn coat of arms looked so conspicuous.
If only, Marshal Menno thought, the great sun disk of the Empire.
It would be better if the empire had something like this, he could now see clearly the arrangement of the northerners.
And his jealousy didn't last long, anyway, after the battle was won, it would all belong to the Empire.
Finally, he looked at the Nilfgaardian officers present.
The most nervous seemed to be the guys who would be left in the reserves, Ellen Trach, commander of Delaney's [-]th Cavalry Brigade, and Keith Van Lo, commander of the Nausicaa Brigade.
But those who personally commanded the battle looked calm, and even looked a little bored.Marcus Brebant yawns constantly; Retz de Méris-Stokes passes the time with his little finger in his ears; Colonel Raymond Teconnell, the young commander of the Solar Division, looks into the distance, Whistling softly; Colonel Liam Apple Muir Moss of Diswain's Division was flipping through his favorite poetry book; The handle of the riding whip scratched at the neckline.
There are also some division and brigade commanders who are beside their own troops to monitor the status of the troops. It doesn't matter if those people don't participate in the meeting. The generals here are the protagonists of this battle.
"Gentlemen," said the marshal, "the time has come for war. Return to your troops. May the great sun shine on your path. Go and make your mark."
"For the Great Sun!"
Putting down what they were doing, the senior officers responded neatly to the marshal's words.
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"It's moving! The Nilfgaardians are moving!"
The nervous voice of the messenger came, and King Foltest, who was riding on the horse, replied calmly. The horse's coat was covered with white lilies from Temeria.
This is in stark contrast to the nervousness of the orderly, and many soldiers who were subconsciously nervous because the Nilfgaardians moved also relieved their nerves.
"Don't be so loud, boy, I can see, the hot air balloon told me already."
The scouts on the hot air balloon carried a number of signs with them to convey information to the ground, and Foltest had already seen it.
In fact, the king was also very nervous. It was his first time to participate in a battle of this scale, and the huge army in front of him had surpassed everyone's imagination.
But he hid it very well. If the king is panicked, how can he appease everyone.
Then the king looked at the officers of the Northern Union Army, Count de Ruyter, "Farewell" Adam Pangrat of the Free Corps, and the most important Mr. John Natalis, the Magistrate marshal.
"Back to your troops, today, we will decide the fate of the North and the fate of the entire world."
"Kill the black-clothed army!"
The generals responded to His Majesty the King in this way, and their tone was full of victory and conviction.
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The first to speak on the battlefield was the artillery of the Northern Alliance Army. Under the power of gunpowder, the stone bullets polished into round balls flew over with a fierce momentum.
It's just that the stone bullets were all smashed into the mud, and apart from stirring up a cloud of dust, they just chiseled out deep bullet marks.
However, the Nilfgaardians who were advancing did not waver in any way, and the soldiers under the banner of the black eagle on a white background were completely unmoved.
Even if it was directly hit by a shell, the troops just adjusted their formation after a pause.
Then they continued to move forward across the corpses of their comrades and executed wounded, as if they hadn't seen those casualties at all, which showed how terrifying the ability of this Nilfgaardian army to withstand damage.
This is the attacking Nilfgaardian striker, Alba Division.
Alba is a big river that flows through the capital of Nilfgaard, so the importance of this army in the sequence of the Nilfgaardian army can be imagined. The people who make up this army are also real Nilfgaardians. Residents of Tower City and its surroundings.
Waves of arrows rained down on the Alba division's formation, but they bounced off the armor and shields one after another. As Nilfgaard's elite, their equipment can be imagined.
The Alba Division was like a steel-armored iron fist, smashing directly into the front of the Northern Allied Forces, and the Northern Allied Forces fell directly into a disadvantage.
All the northerners who stood in front of these Nilfgaardians were crushed, blood flowed in rivers, and their bodies were everywhere.
Although the northerners have courage, courage cannot fully make up for the gap in battlefield experience.
The Alba division is like a meat grinder, crushing all the flesh and blood fed into it, as if nothing can stop this powerful infantry from advancing.
There are still a large number of armored cavalry rushing out of the queue, and they also have the banner of the Alba Division above their heads. This is the strength that the Alba Division really intends to use to break the situation.
If Alba's hoplite is a heavy hammer, then the cavalry is a sharp sword, used to pry open the strongest shell of the enemy.
The armored cavalry were like beasts that gnawed at their prey. They forced their way into the Union formations, cutting out part of the Union army with their impact, and then crushed them with the infantry.
"Alba!" Eggbrager roared, his voice overshadowed the sound of weapons clashing, roaring and horse neighing, "Forward, Master Alba! For His Majesty the Emperor!"
Under the roar of the generals, the Nilfgaardians moved forward firmly. The northerners looked so weak in front of them, unable to resist the impact at all.
However, the kinetic energy brought by the impact will eventually be exhausted one day.
In front of the northerners' line of defense made of flesh and blood, the Alba division advanced slower and slower.
The tired horses were unwilling to advance, and the infantry were just holding their breath. Once the breath was released, the battle situation would be reversed.
"For Temeria! For the North!"
The northerners roared, and they launched a counterattack, which slowed down the advance speed of the entire Alba Division.
The swords of the two sides kept intersecting, people kept dying, and people kept falling.
Alba's shield wall shattered before the desperate impact of the northerners, and the heavily armed iron cans were ruthlessly knocked down, and then the dagger was pierced through the gap in the armor.
Equipped cavalrymen were constantly pulled off their horses and killed, and even worse, their heads were blown off by muskets and crossbows.
"Go to hell! The man in black!"
Eggbrager, who was on the front line, was pierced by a spear through the joint of the armor, blood sprayed out immediately, and the Alba division flag in his hand also fell off.
Misfortunes never come singly, he was also shot by a matchlock gun, and his chest was directly smashed.
The division commander's guards immediately snatched the division commander's body and transported him to the rear, but Eggbraj knew that he would not survive.
The dying teacher didn't show much fear, he just looked at the flag of the great sun wheel with unwillingness, and whispered in his mouth, "Go forward, Alba."
He wanted his subordinates to support him before going to the battlefield. The fall of the military flag would definitely have an impact on morale. Anyway, he was already hopeless, so it would be better to die on the battlefield than to die on the way to the hospital.
It's a pity that his voice is too small, his throat is filled with blood, and his voice can't be loud enough to pass through this symphony called battlefield noise.
Then, he died while muttering such words. When his subordinates sent him to the field hospital, the doctor told them that Egg Braj was dead.
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The first wave of Nilfgaard's offensive was very fierce, and all three lines of the Northern Alliance were in a hurry, and each line of defense was constantly retreating under the advancement of Nilfgaard's army.
On the left wing of the Northern Allied Forces, the Redanian Army commanded by Earl de Ruyter was attacked by Nilfgaard's Feynendal and Magnet divisions. They once asked for help from the center, but Marshal John Natalis refused. .
Now the Central Committee itself is in jeopardy, and this is by no means the time to mobilize the reserve team.
The most dangerous thing is the right wing. The Kaedwenian light cavalry here tended to collapse under the blows of the Nilfgaardian Desven Division and the Sunlun Division. Until the Free Legion and the Mahakam Volunteer Army entered the battlefield, the situation was terrible to be reversed.
Although the pressure on the central battlefield was temporarily relieved with the beheading of the commander of the Alba Division, the Nilfgaardians did not lose morale because of the general's death.
They still fought bravely, and with more Nilfgaardian troops being thrown into battle, the central front was still in jeopardy.
But the northerners withstood the pressure after all, they were like rocks, and the black tide of Nilfgaard was like the sea lapping on rocks.
Although the waves smashed on the rocks again and again, the momentum did not weaken or disappear, and the rocks always stood between the stormy waves.
On both sides, a steady stream of wounded were carried off the battlefield and sent to their respective field hospitals for emergency treatment.
I have to say that this scene looks extremely ironic. The doctors are desperately trying to save lives from death, while there are thousands of dead people outside.
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In the field hospitals of the Northern Union Army, amidst the stench of blood, alcohol, and God knows what, the doctors are constantly working.
Halfling medic Milo van der Beek - known as "Rust" - has performed yet another surgery, saving a life, and he's not the least bit pleased.
Because he knew that this was just the beginning, and countless people like this would be sent in the future, and more people would die in the process. The people he could save were too small compared to this war up.
But he still did not give up, but continued to work hard.
"On the battlefield, it only takes a few seconds for a patient to become like this, but it takes us so long to work. Tsk, suture the patient, Ms. Shani."
"But Mr. Rust, I've never stitched up a wound!"
"There will always be a first time. Red thread for red, yellow thread for yellow, white thread for white. That's all right."
The young Xia Ni looked at the rust, then at Mattie and Aurora, and immediately started to operate with her heart broken.
For a woman of her age, there are still too many things she has experienced, but she is still strong enough to survive.
Under Xia Ni's dexterous palm, the wound was quickly stitched up.
Before Xia Ni had time to be happy, she was called by Rust to perform surgery on the next wounded.
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The artillery continued to roar, and their existence greatly supported the Northern Union Army.
Although the Nilfgaardians are not afraid of artillery, if they are hit by artillery, they will also be turned into pieces.
At this distance, artillery shells have an excellent space to play,
Brad Chester stuffed the shell into the muzzle, then ducked aside, listening to the roar of the gunfire.
After that, he saw other gunners cleaning the barrel subconsciously, but he subconsciously picked up the stone bullet and stuffed it into the barrel.
How many times has this happened?Brad no longer remembered that he had been mechanically loading ammunition, and then was covering his ears while waiting for the cannon to fire.
When he first joined the army, he didn't expect that he would become an artilleryman, let alone become the loader of this war machine because of his good arm strength.
He originally wanted to join the archery team of the kingdom, but he came here, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.
I heard that the status of an artilleryman can be hereditary, that is to say, if Brad has a son, his son can get the job.
That's pretty good. The salary of the artilleryman is not low. His salary for the most unskilled human body loader is so high. It is very promising for his future son to inherit this job.
But the premise is that the North will win the war, and Brad is very confident about this. He has never doubted the future of the North's victory.
Moreover, whenever he saw the Nilfgaardians turn into crumbs under the shells, Brad would always feel a burst of refreshment in his heart. At this time, he felt that everything he had paid was worth it.
It is also good to load the shells here and beat the Nilfgaardians. There is no need to go to the front line to fight with your life.
After all, he came out to serve as a soldier to make money. He wanted to hit the man in black, but only a little bit. If he could finish everything safely, that would be fine.
But the next moment, the explosion beside him broke his pleasure, and he saw a green flame burning on a cannon emplacement, and the gunpowder there was obviously detonated by this thing.
This made Brad vigilant, he was still too lax, on this battlefield, no place is safe.
Then he saw Nilfgaard's fire scorpion, a pile of green fire burning there, and it was difficult not to pay attention.
In the artillery tutorial, he had seen information about this thing, which was the main enemy their artillery was currently facing.
"The fire scorpions attacking the Nilfgaardians, damn it, these bastard southerners actually hid the fire scorpions in the infantry formation."
Then he reloaded the ammunition more quickly, and the sooner the fire scorpions of the Nilfgaardian were destroyed, the safer they would be.
However, in an accident, Brad saw a scene that surprised him very much. Their king, His Majesty Foltest, was actually operating next to a cannon himself!
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Foltest was like an ordinary soldier, rolling in the mud, completely ignoring the dirt on his body, and not caring that all kinds of black ash covered his gorgeous robes.
Foltest has handed over the command, so in this war, his greatest role is to stabilize morale as a mascot.
But he didn't want to just stand like this, so he came to the artillery closest to him and operated the artillery himself. He wanted to use his strength for the battlefield.
As a man with the title of "King of Siege", Foltest's proficiency in siege equipment is beyond the imagination of many people, and artillery is no exception.
The guards naturally wanted to stop the king's crazy behavior, but when the king glared at them, these people understood that they could not change the king's mind.
Under his operation, the accuracy of the artillery increased by a large margin. He personally smashed two Fire Scorpions and created a lot of broken arms.
He felt the happiest when he was fired by the artillery he personally calibrated and inflicted casualties on the Nilfgaardians. This feeling was better than conquering a woman in bed.
But what the king didn't expect was that his behavior aroused even stronger morale among the soldiers.
The entire battlefield can be seen from where Foltest is, and Foltest can be seen from the entire battlefield.
For the soldiers, fighting in person is the most morale booster. When the general soldiers see that the king has made himself ashamed in order to win, then there is no reason for them not to fight hard.
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On Gallows Hill, John Natalis looked at the battlefield seriously, calculating in his heart how many lives should be exchanged for how many lives should be exchanged.
It was a cruel calculation, but Natalis knew he had to.
He must decide who should be saved, who should be sent to die, and who should have the greatest impact before death.
For Natalis, who used to be just a small policeman, this is undoubtedly cruel.
But since Foltest dared to give him such an important task, it showed that he had the ability to overcome all these and lead the army.
He did overcome it. He suppressed all his emotions and turned himself into a calculation machine that only calculated the direction of the war, constantly "exchanging money" for victory.
This will make Natalis feel much better, and will be able to devote more energy to continuous calculations.
But he still has doubts.
Why, Natalis thought, why does my heart still ache?
Although heartbroken, Natalis is still efficiently issuing orders one by one, and constantly carrying out various exchanges.
From the looks of outsiders, he is still the perfect Temerian marshal, not an ordinary person troubled by his emotions.
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"Brothers! Hold on! Let the men in black see our strength! For Mahakam, let us sing our songs!"
Barclay Ayers shouted again, he had a loud voice that was very suitable for the battlefield.
Then, from the throats of four thousand dwarves sang the famous battle song of Mahakam.
Ho--!Ho--!Ho--!
Just wait, don't worry!
The flames of war are about to ignite!
The killing field collapsed and shattered,
Shattered to the bone!
Ho--!Ho--!Ho--!
The Dwarf Volunteer Army is in the most difficult battlefield on the entire battlefield. They are surrounded by Nilfgaardian troops in all directions, and almost the entire Sunlun Division is pinned down by them.
But even in the current predicament, the dwarves are still standing tall. Whether it is heavy infantry, armored knights, or cavalry archers, they can't break through the dwarf's steel defense.
"Yarpin! Show the southerners our big baby!"
Barclay shouted to Yarpan. The dwarf in red had just chopped down a Nilfgaardian and was pulling his ax out of the plate armor. Blood spurted out immediately, but the experienced Yarpan Immediately out of the way.
"Okay! Boys, let's pull the big baby out!"
The significance of the existence of the Mahakam Volunteer Army is to balance the situation between the north and the south, and there is another thing, which is to test Mahakam's new weapons.
The young men of Yarpan immediately took action when they heard the leader's call, and saw that they carried a big guy out together.
It was a huge wooden barrel, which was tightly sealed, with only one conduit connected to it, and at the end of the conduit was a spout.
The nearby dwarves took the initiative to retreat a certain distance, but Nilfgaard rushed forward without hesitation seeing this.
They subconsciously thought that the dwarves were retreating, and finally saw the opportunity to solve these troublesome dwarves, but the Nilfgaardians did not think that there must be something wrong with the dwarves acting so tough just now, but now retreating like this.
Yarpen climbed up the big wooden barrel, picked up the pipe himself, and aimed it at the Nilfgaardian in front of him.
Following the operation of the dwarves behind, flames spewed out of the pipe.
Like a fire dragon, the flames swept across the Nilfgaardians in front of them, igniting more than 20 people at once.
When more than 20 people were burned by the flames, the horrific gesture and sight scared many people. The entwining and circling of the flames combined with the painful struggle of human beings, not to mention the horrific screams. The division soldiers stopped moving.
Although the Sunlun divisions were elite, it was the first time they had faced such a terrifying scene, and they couldn't help being awed by it.
"Ahaha, this is so fucking cool, huh? Why isn't it gone? What are you doing?"
Yarpan wanted to spray again and ignite some Nilfgaardians, but found that no fire could come out of the pipe no matter how he pressed it, so he quickly roared behind him.
"Boss, there is no fuel in here."
A dwarf roared so loudly,
"Damn, what rubbish."
Yarpan scolded so angrily, since he can't breathe out the fire, why are he still standing so high, run away.
What he did was correct, because in the next moment, more than a dozen arrows were shot over, and the Nilfgaardians rushed up in a swarm, trying to snatch the weapon.
"Yarpan, step back, don't worry about that stuff!"
Barclay roared loudly, then drew a spring wheel gun from his waist, and shot at the wooden barrel.
The small amount of fuel left in the barrel directly caused an explosion, blowing up the surrounding Nilfgaardians.
"It still doesn't work, it consumes too much, and it's not reliable. This thing can only be used to defend the city at best."
Barclay gave an evaluation of the performance of the weapon just now, a very poor evaluation.
Still, something they've spent so much money on has worked, at least to give them some respite.
But it was only for a while, because the next moment, the soldiers of the Sunlun Division charged up again.
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"It can't go on like this."
On Gallows Hill, Foltest, whose face was smoky with gunpowder, came to Natalis.
Although Foltest had been operating the artillery just now, his position also allowed him to observe the entire battle situation, so how the battlefield situation developed was in his eyes.
Up to now, the battle has been going on for a full two hours, and the frontline troops on both sides are exhausted.
It can be said that both sides are holding a breath, to see who can't hold the breath.
Whether it is the northerners or the Nilfgaardians, they are both brave, and now the battle is... to see who is a little bit braver.
"Yes, Your Majesty, it can't be like this anymore. We, or the people of Nilfgaard, may collapse in the next moment, but we can't do anything about it. Now, our fate depends on how the gods in the sky will decide, and that When will the opportunity to change everything come?"
Natalis has a team of spearmen on his way to the battlefield to support the battle on the front line.
And the opportunity came soon.
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"Marshal, let's launch an attack. The opportunity is at hand. The northerners are already in danger. As long as we invest in cavalry, we can end this battle!"
"Continue to stand by, we don't need them to go into battle yet."
After reprimanding the commanders of the Nausicaa Brigade and the Seventh Brigade of Delaney, who were eager to fight, Marshal Menno looked at the commander of the Veriherd Brigade, the elf Isengrin Faol nicknamed "Iron Wolf" Tiana.
The horrific scar from the forehead, through the brow and the bridge of the nose, to the cheek made his face look distorted and hideous, and his reputation in the north was indeed as terrifying as his face.
"Go and attack this side," Menno Cuhorn pointed, "I want you to tear apart the junction between Temeria and Redania."
The elf saluted, his ugly face was expressionless, and even the expression in his deep eyes remained unchanged.
our allies.Looking at the back of the elf, Menno thought to himself.They are our allies.We fight side by side against a common enemy.
But, these elves, I don't understand them at all.
These strange outliers.
They are completely different from us.
After the elves left, Marshal Menno seemed to hear the sound of a horn, coming from the west.
He looked to the west, but he saw nothing but the Chutra River and the army fighting there.
The marshal only thought that he was being overwhelmed, and he continued to pay attention to the battlefield, which was more important here.
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The Veriherd Brigade is a brigade-level combat unit that belongs to the Fourth Cavalry Corps of the Nilfgaardian Cavalry Corps led by Major General Marcus Brebant. It is mainly composed of elves. It is marked by three silver lightning bolts.
In the Northern War, this army was full of evil. This army composed of Scoia'tael elves did countless evil deeds. These elves were involved in countless killings and slave capture in Nilfgaard.
And they also served as the vanguard of the Nilfgaardian army's attack, and sacrificed for Nilfgaard.
And as Marshal Menno ordered, Colonel Iron Wolf stormed the junction between the Temerian and Redanian forces, and they managed to break through the Northmen's defenses.
This scene was naturally noticed by the hot air balloon in the sky, and the news was immediately passed on to Marshal Natalis.
The marshal immediately mobilized the central heavy cavalry, but it is a pity that troop mobilization takes time, and it takes a lot of time.
Before the troop was successfully mobilized and the elf was blocked, Marshal Natalis could only hope that the damage caused by the elf would not be so large that it would collapse, and that the nearby battle-damaged troops resting and reorganizing could withstand it.
Natalis felt a burst of heartache. The reason was simple. He remembered that the field hospital was in the direction where the elves were inserted. If the elves discovered the existence of the hospital...
"The Nilfgaardians are coming! Run!"
"It's Scoia'tael! It's the Willihead Brigade! It's those elves who kill without batting an eye!"
"Run, everyone, run for your life."
The arrival of the Villiherd brigade plunged the defeated remnants resting in the forest into chaos, and many of them wanted to escape subconsciously.
In the field hospital, Iron Rust and his three female assistants were still treating the wounded, and they didn't pay attention to what happened outside.
Then, amidst screams and wailing, the Nilfgaardians and elves broke open the door of the hospital, and they walked in. These people all had three lightning bolts on their bodies, indicating their affiliation.
The arrival of these people made everyone silent, and looked at these killing gods. Now everyone's fate is in their hands.
The Nilfgaardians and the elves whispered for a while, and then they all did one thing at the same time.
Massacre the wounded.
They killed the wounded who couldn't move one by one, and the whole hospital fell into chaos. The wounded who could still move struggled to get out of bed, trying to escape the ensuing massacre.
And those who can't move can only wait to die there with despair on their faces.
They also invited more Nilfgaardians and elves to enter the hospital for slaughter. It seemed that a tragedy was bound to be staged in the hospital.
The wounded who were killed so hopelessly, who fled from the cruelty of the battlefield and underwent such dangerous operations, only to die when they thought they were safe?This is too ridiculous.
Yet this is what is happening.
But the next moment, things changed.
Two swordsmen rushed out of the hospital, wearing armor that most northerners here had never seen before.
The armor was mostly made of armor, and they also wore steel masks on their faces, and they held machetes in their hands.
Immediately the Nilfgaardians and Elves laid siege to them, and found themselves faced with a power they could not stand against.
These two people are so powerful, they are so easy to handle under the siege of the Nilfgaardians and elves, the scimitar is almost like a part of their body, the Nilfgaardians and elves keep falling down, as if they were being attacked The wheat that the farmer cuts is average.
At most three minutes, all the Nilfgaardians and elves slaughtered in the field hospital had fallen, leaving only two swordsmen.
That's how they look at everyone, and everyone looks at them that way.
This embarrassing situation lasted for a while, and finally ended with the two swordsmen voluntarily withdrawing.
And shortly after they left, the sound of cavalry galloping came from outside, and there were shouts such as "drive the elves away".
The cavalry sent by Natalis arrived.
"Continue to work, girls, don't be dazed anymore, there are still many wounded."
Rust picked up the scalpel again and continued to work, and so did his female assistants.
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"Master Elan, why did we go so fast? We didn't do something shady."
Not far from the hospital, the two swordsmen mounted their horses, one of them said this, his tone full of confusion,
"We just see injustice. I don't want to get involved with politics. In short, we have to get out of here as soon as possible."
The person named Elan said that it was already very risky to take the shot just now.
The most important thing now is to leave. I believe it will not take long for these people to forget their existence.
But what they didn't know was that those wounded soldiers not only didn't forget them, but a legend about Brenner's "Patron Saint of Soldiers" spread in the future...
But that's all for later.
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"We're finally here."
On the other side of the Chutra River, Prince Wilm of Livia looked at the battlefield on the other side.
He and the subordinates behind him were exhausted, but now the exhaustion was concealed by joy, because they finally arrived at the position, and it was just in time.
Countless people are fighting there, heads are falling every moment, death is everywhere, and tragedy is everywhere.
Although Wilm has also been tested in battle, he still couldn't help but froze for a while when he saw such a grand scene.He felt like a dream. Can he really participate in such a large-scale battle?
But this idea was quickly dispelled, because a group of ships came up the Chutra River.
These ships were an important channel for the Livians to cross the river. The fleet immediately began to build floating bridges on the river. Their movements were very swift, as if they had done such things countless times.
It can't be quick, Mi Wei has assembled almost all skilled sailors in Brugge in order to achieve this effect.
And those ships that did not participate in the construction of the pontoon bridge were cruising, and they were full of crossbowmen in plate armor. They were shooting at the Nilfgaardians, and the flanking shots also made these people turn their backs.
At the moment when the pontoon bridge was completed, Mi Wei's main force had already arrived. Looking at the disheveled looks of these soldiers, one could tell that their journey had been quite difficult.
But their morale is high now, and they can't wait to go to the battlefield immediately.
"Mother."
Wilm nodded to Mi Wei, surrounded by soldiers full of fighting spirit.
"Let the standard bearers go to the front, and unfurl the banners of Livia and Aedirn."
The queen gave her order, drew her sword,
"Let everyone shout 'Aedirn and Livia' with all their might! Let the lads under Foltest and Natalis know that reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming, and that the North will win the battle victory!"
Mi Wei looked at the battlefield of the melee, and felt a strong sense of conquest in her heart.
She knew that the winner of this war was now in her hands, and after this battle, she would gain countless honors.
Following Mi Wei's order, the huge Allied forces of Aedirn and Livia under her command moved.
Everyone was extremely active, they marched so desperately, discarded so many wounded, stragglers and even supplies, and desperately defeated the Nilfgaardian army that blocked them, all for the present.
They crossed the river with their fastest speed and killed the Nilfgaardians who were besieging the Freedom Legion and the dwarves.
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"Forward, Men of Aedirn! We are about to save the North!"
Selchik took the lead and charged into the Nilfgaardians.
The White Knight holds a two-handed greatsword in his hand, which he wields as if he were a normal smaller sword.
The white knight kept slashing left and right alternately, and Nilfgaardian soldiers fell down spurting blood, and blood sprayed everywhere.
More Nilfgaardians were frightened by this scene and retreated, as if avoiding the plague god. They didn't expect that so many enemies would suddenly appear here.
However, there were still a large number of Aedirn soldiers following Selchik, all of which belonged to his Wengerburg division. They immediately took advantage of the situation and fought with the Nilfgaardians, causing the black army to retreat steadily. .
The Wingerburg divisions fought among the enemy like wolves and tigers. The swords of the Nilfgaardians kept breaking in front of the Adenians, and they were constantly pushed back. These Nilfgaardian elites seemed so vulnerable.
"Lord Selchik is really positive enough."
Seeing Selchik's rampage and the series of corpses behind him, Selivalov couldn't help but say,
"The opportunity to end this war is at hand, and of course it must be positive."
Lechicki spoke behind him as a squad of Aedirn halberdiers ran past them to support the front.
"It seems that I have to work harder, lest everyone talk about this scene in the future, but I have nothing to show for it."
At this moment, Volod, the commander of Edsburg's division, blew the Cossack horn, ordering his division to join the battle as soon as possible.
Hearing this, Selivalov didn't delay at all, pulled out his scimitar and rushed into the battlefield.
The most proud troops of the Lord Protector occupied a small high ground, set up their muskets, and then they began to suppress the firepower of the entire battlefield. Amidst the roar of muskets, Nilfgaardians fell one after another.
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"What kind of shit is this?"
Menno Kunon breathed out the fragrance uncontrollably, and his expression also twisted,
"Why is Mi Wei here now? Didn't I deploy 2 people in the west to stop Mi Wei? Don't tell me that those 2 people were defeated by Mi Wei in one day. I will hang their commander."
What Marshal Menno didn't know was that he happened to be right. The 2 people he arranged were indeed defeated by Mi Wei in one day.
Mi Wei personally led the troops to cross the forest that was impossible in Nilfgaard's eyes, and together with the main force led by her son, they defeated the Nilfgaardians.
And with the arrival of Mi Wei's army, the morale of the northern army on the entire front skyrocketed, and they began to advance across the board. It seemed that Foltest and Natalis also sent the last few reserves in their hands to the battlefield.
"The important thing now is not to hang people, my lord marshal."
The commander of Delaney's Seventh Brigade said,
"Our troop deployment is very balanced. There are Magni Division and Venenda Division over there to fight against the enemy. They are enough to hold Mi Wei back for a while... So, Marshal, we still have time. It can change the entire situation of the battle, as long as Foltest collapses, we still win the battle..."
"We can attack the gaps opened by the elves,"
The experienced strategist Cuhorn immediately said, he thought of the key here almost immediately,
"Go back to your troops, gentlemen! It's your turn for the Usika Brigade and the Seventh Delaney Brigade! Together with my guards and entourage, O Great Sun, we must succeed!"
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Naturally, the Nilfgaardian's desperate assault was quickly noticed by the hot air balloon in the sky, and the news was immediately conveyed to Natalis.
The marshal's face twisted for a moment. He didn't expect that Nilfgaard still had such a powerful cavalry reserve in its hands.
And now, he only has one army that can be used, and he can only use them...
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After several minutes of dusty and hasty marching, the shouts of the officers finally came to an end, and the Vizima infantry, or the Raniza infantry, finally entered the battle line.
The young Jarre (the one at the beginning) breathed the air like a fish. Since leaving the monastery, he was inspired by nationalism and joined the army.
The young man thought that he would shine in a certain glorious unit, but he did not expect to be assigned to the "famous" muddy infantry regiment.
This infantry regiment is full of unwanted soldiers from all walks of life. To put it bluntly, it is conscripted soldiers and volunteers with no combat experience. To put it bluntly, it is all kinds of battlefield waste.
Their equipment is also not good, they are all wearing old cotton armor and chain mail, and the weapons in their hands are basically only spears and flails.
A useless nerd like Yael was naturally thrown into such an army.
Now Yael was looking at the governor of Bronibo, their chief, who was riding along the ranks on a handsome chestnut horse in armor, reviewing the troops.
"How do you feel, soldiers?" Bronibo called to his men.
The line of spearmen responded with a roar that echoed like distant thunder.
The governor then started his pre-war speech, but Yael didn't listen carefully, he cared more about the performance of his comrades around him,
The soldier to his right murmured a prayer.And to his left, a tough professional soldier sniffed and cursed nervously.
After the proconsul's long speech, full of expletives and inflammatory speeches, he spoke of the battle, of the Nilfgaardian cavalry before them.
"Stop wasting time farting and chattering teeth!"
cried Broniber, his voice still so loud, as if it hadn't affected him at all for so long.
"The ones approaching us are the Nausicaa Brigade and the Seventh Delaney Brigade. They are well-trained elite troops! Raise the spear higher! Only in this way can we kill these guys!"
Yael heard the sound of horseshoes, the sound was still far away, but it was getting louder and louder, and the ground began to tremble, and he saw densely packed cavalry appearing from the boundary of his vision.
These cavalry are armored, and the knights on the horses are waving their weapons as if baring their teeth, as if they are going to tear them apart in the next moment.
Amidst the battle roars of his comrades-in-arms, Yael held the spear irresistibly, retracted his head, and closed his eyes.
Then he heard countless rumbles ringing in his ears.
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Field Marshal Cuhorn's plan failed: his counterattack against our flank was stopped by the heroic Vizima infantry and the Governor of Bronipeg, although they also paid for it in blood.While Vizima's soldiers resisted the onslaught on the left, the Nilfgaardian army still did not forget to send reinforcements to the right.But it was not long before the Aedirians and Livians defeated them.The shouts of victory sounded in our ranks, and the spirits of our soldiers were also lifted up.The confidence of the Nilfgaardian soldiers gradually disappeared. Some of them fled the battlefield, while others were still fighting. However, due to lack of cooperation, they fought on their own. They were soon surrounded and fell apart.
Seeing the collapse of the great army and the gradual disarray of the Nilfgaardians, the enemy commander, Marshal Quhorn, knew that the battle had been lost and all was lost.
——"Chronicle of the Kingdom of Temeria" Elder Ellander, Saint Yale
(End of this chapter)
People familiar with the local environment are more likely to imagine the scene than those who can only find the Brenner settlement through maps.
It was that settlement that the Royal Army had reached, but in fact, it was deserted at that time, because it had been set ablaze by Scoia'tael elves in a certain battle a year ago.
On the left was the Redanian army, commanded by Count de Ruyter.He had 2 men under him, both infantry and cavalry.
The central troops were stationed at the foot of the hill—the hill that came to be known as Gallows Hill.King Foltest's sheriff, John Natalis, stood on the hill, with a panoramic view of the entire battlefield.The main body of our army was massed just below him: thirty thousand Temerians and Redanians in four phalanxes, surrounded by ten squadrons of heavy cavalry, stood on the north bank of the fishpond, where the natives ruled. It is called "Golden Water Pond".At the same time, there is a reserve force in the rear of the central force, consisting of [-] Vizima and Maribau infantry, commanded by the governor of Bronibo.
From the south bank of the Golden Water Pond, to a large string of fish ponds connected to it, and one mile away from the turn of the Chutra River, our right-wing troops-the volunteer army of the Mahakam Dwarves, eight squadrons of Kod Wen light cavalry, and the great mercenary unit "Free Corps".Their commanders were Adam Pangrat, and the dwarf Barclay Ayers, with a total force of 2.
Nearly two miles away from the Royal Army, the Nilfgaardians were marching under the command of Field Marshal Menno Kuhorn.Their armed forces are like a wall of steel, brigade after brigade, company after company, company after company, as far as the eye can see.Through this forest of banners and halberds, the breadth and length of this army can be seen to be astonishing.Their strength at that time was about 6000 men, but only a few knew this.It is for this reason that many of our soldiers did not waver in their resolve when they saw the sheer size of the Nilfgaardians.
But the heart beneath the armor of even the bravest is beating faster than ever, for the truth is clear: a hard and bloody battle is about to begin, and many of those who line up here will never see the sun set today again.
It was cloudy that morning, but the sunlight breaking through the clouds was a sure reminder that time was still ticking.The wind picked up, and the flapping of the flags was like a flock of birds fluttering their wings.The Nilfgaardian army stood quietly in front of our army, and everyone was wondering why Field Marshal Menno Quhorn hadn't given the order to attack...
——"Chronicle of the Kingdom of Temeria" Elder Ellander, Saint Yale
"Damn it, when will the war start? From morning to now, we've probably been standing for several hours. Are we going to stand here forever?"
In the central unit of the Northern Army, looking at the black-clothed army array in front of them, a soldier cursed angrily.
His words aroused the approval of many people, and many people began to whisper.
For many people in battle—especially recruits—it is also a torment to stand on the battlefield for a long time without fighting.
For the recruits, going to war early means relief. No matter what the fate is, they should go to battle first and then talk about it.
If you have been waiting here, the pressure is too great.
It's just that he shut up after being scolded by the officers, and the soldier who complained was whipped several times.
Seeing this, everyone in the vicinity shut their mouths obediently.
The commotion here was naturally noticed by King Foltest, who was high on the hill.
Where the king was, there were several elite teams from Temeria and Redania, as well as the arquebus team, who were adjusting their status.
There are also all the cannons of the entire army, eight cannons are listed on it, and they are placed in the specially dug emplacements, and the artillerymen are busy beside the cannons.
Whenever he sees these artillery pieces, His Majesty the King always feels a sense of relief.
In the depressing reality of the moment, this is the only way he can breathe a sigh of relief. He just regrets why there is no more powerful firepower here. Just fine.
"It seems that the Nilfgaardians want to know if we have set up an ambush, and I don't know if Roche successfully blocked them."
There was a hint of bitterness in King Foltest's tone. In the original plan of the Northern Alliance, they should set up an ambush army.
This ambush army will be the key to the north's counterattack. When the battle is fierce, as this army enters the battlefield, the Nilfgaardians can only be defeated.
But due to a series of actions by Menno Cuhorn, they had to abandon this idea.
First of all, the Nilfgaardian army that came to the Brenner battlefield exceeded their expectations. There were a total of 10 people.
Menno Cuhorn then set up a massive offensive in multiple directions.
The Northern Alliance had to separate many troops to deal with the various offensives of the Nilfgaardians.
It was not until Brenner's Nilfgaardian army arrived that the North understood that they had been deluded by Marshal Mennonite's bravado.
But they must continue to spread doubts and give the Nilfgaardian enough information fog, which can always be used.
I didn't see it. Is it because the opponent hasn't figured out whether they have ambushed or not, so they haven't attacked all the time?
"Your Majesty, don't worry, Roche has also experienced countless battles, and he will definitely be able to successfully complete the task."
John Natalis comforted his king like this, but Foltest's expression didn't change because of these words, because he knew it was just comforting himself.
Although Roche is very capable, he has made countless contributions to the fight against the Scoia'tael, and his performance on the battlefield has always been very good.
However, it is impossible to stop the large-scale investigation activities of the Nilfgaardians. The number of blue iron guards is still too small compared to the width of their responsibility.
In fact, the only strength the northerners can count on now is the Aedian and Livians under Mi Wei's command.
According to the information conveyed by Mi Wei yesterday, they were already very close to the Brenner battlefield. Foltest only hoped that Mi Wei could arrive in time.
As long as Mi Wei's troops arrive, victory will be theirs.
But before Mi Wei arrives, they must hold on, if they are defeated before Mi Wei arrives, then there is nothing to say.
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Nilfgaardian scout captain Lamar Frouter was terrified, fear gripping his guts.
An hour ago, the scout team received an action order. He thought that his experience of performing thousands of missions would allow him to easily overcome his fear, but this was not the case.
The thought of tens of thousands of northern troops just around him made him lose his mind. If it weren't for the discipline brought about by his long-term service in the army, he might even have left directly.
After walking for a while, the scouts stopped on the mountainside below the fir forest, and the cavalry hid carefully in a bush.
It was not easy for them along the way, the Temerians in blue kept attacking them on the road, and more than half of his team had been lost, and Froutt also saw the corpses of several scout teams.
The Temerians would goug out the corpse's eyes, break their limbs, hang the corpse on a tree and other cruel methods to deter the Nilfgaardian scouts.
Flout was indeed frightened. He wanted to retreat several times, but due to military discipline, he still did not give the order in the end.
"There's no one here," said Froutt, "not half of them. Go back, we've come far enough."
The nearby area has almost finished investigating, just behind the mountain.
And when he saw that mountain, he didn't want to go, it was too flat, if he met a northerner...
The subordinates looked at him questioningly.Far?How many miles did they go before returning?
"Lieutenant," the subordinate said unwillingly, "we should go to the opposite hill, stand there, we can see if there is anyone in the other valley, what do you think, sir?"
Flutter felt a strong fear, investigating in that flat place?Isn't this sending you to death?
But another thought that emerged at this moment suppressed his fear and prevented him from insisting on running away.
If Brenner is defeated, with the current bad situation in the north, can he really survive after the defeat?
"Come on, let's go and see."
Flutter finally got over his fear and decided to go there anyway.
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After Menno Cuhorn listened to the report, he looked away from the map. He glanced at the hot air balloon hovering over the northern army. The Aedirn coat of arms looked so conspicuous.
If only, Marshal Menno thought, the great sun disk of the Empire.
It would be better if the empire had something like this, he could now see clearly the arrangement of the northerners.
And his jealousy didn't last long, anyway, after the battle was won, it would all belong to the Empire.
Finally, he looked at the Nilfgaardian officers present.
The most nervous seemed to be the guys who would be left in the reserves, Ellen Trach, commander of Delaney's [-]th Cavalry Brigade, and Keith Van Lo, commander of the Nausicaa Brigade.
But those who personally commanded the battle looked calm, and even looked a little bored.Marcus Brebant yawns constantly; Retz de Méris-Stokes passes the time with his little finger in his ears; Colonel Raymond Teconnell, the young commander of the Solar Division, looks into the distance, Whistling softly; Colonel Liam Apple Muir Moss of Diswain's Division was flipping through his favorite poetry book; The handle of the riding whip scratched at the neckline.
There are also some division and brigade commanders who are beside their own troops to monitor the status of the troops. It doesn't matter if those people don't participate in the meeting. The generals here are the protagonists of this battle.
"Gentlemen," said the marshal, "the time has come for war. Return to your troops. May the great sun shine on your path. Go and make your mark."
"For the Great Sun!"
Putting down what they were doing, the senior officers responded neatly to the marshal's words.
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"It's moving! The Nilfgaardians are moving!"
The nervous voice of the messenger came, and King Foltest, who was riding on the horse, replied calmly. The horse's coat was covered with white lilies from Temeria.
This is in stark contrast to the nervousness of the orderly, and many soldiers who were subconsciously nervous because the Nilfgaardians moved also relieved their nerves.
"Don't be so loud, boy, I can see, the hot air balloon told me already."
The scouts on the hot air balloon carried a number of signs with them to convey information to the ground, and Foltest had already seen it.
In fact, the king was also very nervous. It was his first time to participate in a battle of this scale, and the huge army in front of him had surpassed everyone's imagination.
But he hid it very well. If the king is panicked, how can he appease everyone.
Then the king looked at the officers of the Northern Union Army, Count de Ruyter, "Farewell" Adam Pangrat of the Free Corps, and the most important Mr. John Natalis, the Magistrate marshal.
"Back to your troops, today, we will decide the fate of the North and the fate of the entire world."
"Kill the black-clothed army!"
The generals responded to His Majesty the King in this way, and their tone was full of victory and conviction.
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The first to speak on the battlefield was the artillery of the Northern Alliance Army. Under the power of gunpowder, the stone bullets polished into round balls flew over with a fierce momentum.
It's just that the stone bullets were all smashed into the mud, and apart from stirring up a cloud of dust, they just chiseled out deep bullet marks.
However, the Nilfgaardians who were advancing did not waver in any way, and the soldiers under the banner of the black eagle on a white background were completely unmoved.
Even if it was directly hit by a shell, the troops just adjusted their formation after a pause.
Then they continued to move forward across the corpses of their comrades and executed wounded, as if they hadn't seen those casualties at all, which showed how terrifying the ability of this Nilfgaardian army to withstand damage.
This is the attacking Nilfgaardian striker, Alba Division.
Alba is a big river that flows through the capital of Nilfgaard, so the importance of this army in the sequence of the Nilfgaardian army can be imagined. The people who make up this army are also real Nilfgaardians. Residents of Tower City and its surroundings.
Waves of arrows rained down on the Alba division's formation, but they bounced off the armor and shields one after another. As Nilfgaard's elite, their equipment can be imagined.
The Alba Division was like a steel-armored iron fist, smashing directly into the front of the Northern Allied Forces, and the Northern Allied Forces fell directly into a disadvantage.
All the northerners who stood in front of these Nilfgaardians were crushed, blood flowed in rivers, and their bodies were everywhere.
Although the northerners have courage, courage cannot fully make up for the gap in battlefield experience.
The Alba division is like a meat grinder, crushing all the flesh and blood fed into it, as if nothing can stop this powerful infantry from advancing.
There are still a large number of armored cavalry rushing out of the queue, and they also have the banner of the Alba Division above their heads. This is the strength that the Alba Division really intends to use to break the situation.
If Alba's hoplite is a heavy hammer, then the cavalry is a sharp sword, used to pry open the strongest shell of the enemy.
The armored cavalry were like beasts that gnawed at their prey. They forced their way into the Union formations, cutting out part of the Union army with their impact, and then crushed them with the infantry.
"Alba!" Eggbrager roared, his voice overshadowed the sound of weapons clashing, roaring and horse neighing, "Forward, Master Alba! For His Majesty the Emperor!"
Under the roar of the generals, the Nilfgaardians moved forward firmly. The northerners looked so weak in front of them, unable to resist the impact at all.
However, the kinetic energy brought by the impact will eventually be exhausted one day.
In front of the northerners' line of defense made of flesh and blood, the Alba division advanced slower and slower.
The tired horses were unwilling to advance, and the infantry were just holding their breath. Once the breath was released, the battle situation would be reversed.
"For Temeria! For the North!"
The northerners roared, and they launched a counterattack, which slowed down the advance speed of the entire Alba Division.
The swords of the two sides kept intersecting, people kept dying, and people kept falling.
Alba's shield wall shattered before the desperate impact of the northerners, and the heavily armed iron cans were ruthlessly knocked down, and then the dagger was pierced through the gap in the armor.
Equipped cavalrymen were constantly pulled off their horses and killed, and even worse, their heads were blown off by muskets and crossbows.
"Go to hell! The man in black!"
Eggbrager, who was on the front line, was pierced by a spear through the joint of the armor, blood sprayed out immediately, and the Alba division flag in his hand also fell off.
Misfortunes never come singly, he was also shot by a matchlock gun, and his chest was directly smashed.
The division commander's guards immediately snatched the division commander's body and transported him to the rear, but Eggbraj knew that he would not survive.
The dying teacher didn't show much fear, he just looked at the flag of the great sun wheel with unwillingness, and whispered in his mouth, "Go forward, Alba."
He wanted his subordinates to support him before going to the battlefield. The fall of the military flag would definitely have an impact on morale. Anyway, he was already hopeless, so it would be better to die on the battlefield than to die on the way to the hospital.
It's a pity that his voice is too small, his throat is filled with blood, and his voice can't be loud enough to pass through this symphony called battlefield noise.
Then, he died while muttering such words. When his subordinates sent him to the field hospital, the doctor told them that Egg Braj was dead.
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The first wave of Nilfgaard's offensive was very fierce, and all three lines of the Northern Alliance were in a hurry, and each line of defense was constantly retreating under the advancement of Nilfgaard's army.
On the left wing of the Northern Allied Forces, the Redanian Army commanded by Earl de Ruyter was attacked by Nilfgaard's Feynendal and Magnet divisions. They once asked for help from the center, but Marshal John Natalis refused. .
Now the Central Committee itself is in jeopardy, and this is by no means the time to mobilize the reserve team.
The most dangerous thing is the right wing. The Kaedwenian light cavalry here tended to collapse under the blows of the Nilfgaardian Desven Division and the Sunlun Division. Until the Free Legion and the Mahakam Volunteer Army entered the battlefield, the situation was terrible to be reversed.
Although the pressure on the central battlefield was temporarily relieved with the beheading of the commander of the Alba Division, the Nilfgaardians did not lose morale because of the general's death.
They still fought bravely, and with more Nilfgaardian troops being thrown into battle, the central front was still in jeopardy.
But the northerners withstood the pressure after all, they were like rocks, and the black tide of Nilfgaard was like the sea lapping on rocks.
Although the waves smashed on the rocks again and again, the momentum did not weaken or disappear, and the rocks always stood between the stormy waves.
On both sides, a steady stream of wounded were carried off the battlefield and sent to their respective field hospitals for emergency treatment.
I have to say that this scene looks extremely ironic. The doctors are desperately trying to save lives from death, while there are thousands of dead people outside.
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In the field hospitals of the Northern Union Army, amidst the stench of blood, alcohol, and God knows what, the doctors are constantly working.
Halfling medic Milo van der Beek - known as "Rust" - has performed yet another surgery, saving a life, and he's not the least bit pleased.
Because he knew that this was just the beginning, and countless people like this would be sent in the future, and more people would die in the process. The people he could save were too small compared to this war up.
But he still did not give up, but continued to work hard.
"On the battlefield, it only takes a few seconds for a patient to become like this, but it takes us so long to work. Tsk, suture the patient, Ms. Shani."
"But Mr. Rust, I've never stitched up a wound!"
"There will always be a first time. Red thread for red, yellow thread for yellow, white thread for white. That's all right."
The young Xia Ni looked at the rust, then at Mattie and Aurora, and immediately started to operate with her heart broken.
For a woman of her age, there are still too many things she has experienced, but she is still strong enough to survive.
Under Xia Ni's dexterous palm, the wound was quickly stitched up.
Before Xia Ni had time to be happy, she was called by Rust to perform surgery on the next wounded.
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The artillery continued to roar, and their existence greatly supported the Northern Union Army.
Although the Nilfgaardians are not afraid of artillery, if they are hit by artillery, they will also be turned into pieces.
At this distance, artillery shells have an excellent space to play,
Brad Chester stuffed the shell into the muzzle, then ducked aside, listening to the roar of the gunfire.
After that, he saw other gunners cleaning the barrel subconsciously, but he subconsciously picked up the stone bullet and stuffed it into the barrel.
How many times has this happened?Brad no longer remembered that he had been mechanically loading ammunition, and then was covering his ears while waiting for the cannon to fire.
When he first joined the army, he didn't expect that he would become an artilleryman, let alone become the loader of this war machine because of his good arm strength.
He originally wanted to join the archery team of the kingdom, but he came here, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.
I heard that the status of an artilleryman can be hereditary, that is to say, if Brad has a son, his son can get the job.
That's pretty good. The salary of the artilleryman is not low. His salary for the most unskilled human body loader is so high. It is very promising for his future son to inherit this job.
But the premise is that the North will win the war, and Brad is very confident about this. He has never doubted the future of the North's victory.
Moreover, whenever he saw the Nilfgaardians turn into crumbs under the shells, Brad would always feel a burst of refreshment in his heart. At this time, he felt that everything he had paid was worth it.
It is also good to load the shells here and beat the Nilfgaardians. There is no need to go to the front line to fight with your life.
After all, he came out to serve as a soldier to make money. He wanted to hit the man in black, but only a little bit. If he could finish everything safely, that would be fine.
But the next moment, the explosion beside him broke his pleasure, and he saw a green flame burning on a cannon emplacement, and the gunpowder there was obviously detonated by this thing.
This made Brad vigilant, he was still too lax, on this battlefield, no place is safe.
Then he saw Nilfgaard's fire scorpion, a pile of green fire burning there, and it was difficult not to pay attention.
In the artillery tutorial, he had seen information about this thing, which was the main enemy their artillery was currently facing.
"The fire scorpions attacking the Nilfgaardians, damn it, these bastard southerners actually hid the fire scorpions in the infantry formation."
Then he reloaded the ammunition more quickly, and the sooner the fire scorpions of the Nilfgaardian were destroyed, the safer they would be.
However, in an accident, Brad saw a scene that surprised him very much. Their king, His Majesty Foltest, was actually operating next to a cannon himself!
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Foltest was like an ordinary soldier, rolling in the mud, completely ignoring the dirt on his body, and not caring that all kinds of black ash covered his gorgeous robes.
Foltest has handed over the command, so in this war, his greatest role is to stabilize morale as a mascot.
But he didn't want to just stand like this, so he came to the artillery closest to him and operated the artillery himself. He wanted to use his strength for the battlefield.
As a man with the title of "King of Siege", Foltest's proficiency in siege equipment is beyond the imagination of many people, and artillery is no exception.
The guards naturally wanted to stop the king's crazy behavior, but when the king glared at them, these people understood that they could not change the king's mind.
Under his operation, the accuracy of the artillery increased by a large margin. He personally smashed two Fire Scorpions and created a lot of broken arms.
He felt the happiest when he was fired by the artillery he personally calibrated and inflicted casualties on the Nilfgaardians. This feeling was better than conquering a woman in bed.
But what the king didn't expect was that his behavior aroused even stronger morale among the soldiers.
The entire battlefield can be seen from where Foltest is, and Foltest can be seen from the entire battlefield.
For the soldiers, fighting in person is the most morale booster. When the general soldiers see that the king has made himself ashamed in order to win, then there is no reason for them not to fight hard.
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On Gallows Hill, John Natalis looked at the battlefield seriously, calculating in his heart how many lives should be exchanged for how many lives should be exchanged.
It was a cruel calculation, but Natalis knew he had to.
He must decide who should be saved, who should be sent to die, and who should have the greatest impact before death.
For Natalis, who used to be just a small policeman, this is undoubtedly cruel.
But since Foltest dared to give him such an important task, it showed that he had the ability to overcome all these and lead the army.
He did overcome it. He suppressed all his emotions and turned himself into a calculation machine that only calculated the direction of the war, constantly "exchanging money" for victory.
This will make Natalis feel much better, and will be able to devote more energy to continuous calculations.
But he still has doubts.
Why, Natalis thought, why does my heart still ache?
Although heartbroken, Natalis is still efficiently issuing orders one by one, and constantly carrying out various exchanges.
From the looks of outsiders, he is still the perfect Temerian marshal, not an ordinary person troubled by his emotions.
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"Brothers! Hold on! Let the men in black see our strength! For Mahakam, let us sing our songs!"
Barclay Ayers shouted again, he had a loud voice that was very suitable for the battlefield.
Then, from the throats of four thousand dwarves sang the famous battle song of Mahakam.
Ho--!Ho--!Ho--!
Just wait, don't worry!
The flames of war are about to ignite!
The killing field collapsed and shattered,
Shattered to the bone!
Ho--!Ho--!Ho--!
The Dwarf Volunteer Army is in the most difficult battlefield on the entire battlefield. They are surrounded by Nilfgaardian troops in all directions, and almost the entire Sunlun Division is pinned down by them.
But even in the current predicament, the dwarves are still standing tall. Whether it is heavy infantry, armored knights, or cavalry archers, they can't break through the dwarf's steel defense.
"Yarpin! Show the southerners our big baby!"
Barclay shouted to Yarpan. The dwarf in red had just chopped down a Nilfgaardian and was pulling his ax out of the plate armor. Blood spurted out immediately, but the experienced Yarpan Immediately out of the way.
"Okay! Boys, let's pull the big baby out!"
The significance of the existence of the Mahakam Volunteer Army is to balance the situation between the north and the south, and there is another thing, which is to test Mahakam's new weapons.
The young men of Yarpan immediately took action when they heard the leader's call, and saw that they carried a big guy out together.
It was a huge wooden barrel, which was tightly sealed, with only one conduit connected to it, and at the end of the conduit was a spout.
The nearby dwarves took the initiative to retreat a certain distance, but Nilfgaard rushed forward without hesitation seeing this.
They subconsciously thought that the dwarves were retreating, and finally saw the opportunity to solve these troublesome dwarves, but the Nilfgaardians did not think that there must be something wrong with the dwarves acting so tough just now, but now retreating like this.
Yarpen climbed up the big wooden barrel, picked up the pipe himself, and aimed it at the Nilfgaardian in front of him.
Following the operation of the dwarves behind, flames spewed out of the pipe.
Like a fire dragon, the flames swept across the Nilfgaardians in front of them, igniting more than 20 people at once.
When more than 20 people were burned by the flames, the horrific gesture and sight scared many people. The entwining and circling of the flames combined with the painful struggle of human beings, not to mention the horrific screams. The division soldiers stopped moving.
Although the Sunlun divisions were elite, it was the first time they had faced such a terrifying scene, and they couldn't help being awed by it.
"Ahaha, this is so fucking cool, huh? Why isn't it gone? What are you doing?"
Yarpan wanted to spray again and ignite some Nilfgaardians, but found that no fire could come out of the pipe no matter how he pressed it, so he quickly roared behind him.
"Boss, there is no fuel in here."
A dwarf roared so loudly,
"Damn, what rubbish."
Yarpan scolded so angrily, since he can't breathe out the fire, why are he still standing so high, run away.
What he did was correct, because in the next moment, more than a dozen arrows were shot over, and the Nilfgaardians rushed up in a swarm, trying to snatch the weapon.
"Yarpan, step back, don't worry about that stuff!"
Barclay roared loudly, then drew a spring wheel gun from his waist, and shot at the wooden barrel.
The small amount of fuel left in the barrel directly caused an explosion, blowing up the surrounding Nilfgaardians.
"It still doesn't work, it consumes too much, and it's not reliable. This thing can only be used to defend the city at best."
Barclay gave an evaluation of the performance of the weapon just now, a very poor evaluation.
Still, something they've spent so much money on has worked, at least to give them some respite.
But it was only for a while, because the next moment, the soldiers of the Sunlun Division charged up again.
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"It can't go on like this."
On Gallows Hill, Foltest, whose face was smoky with gunpowder, came to Natalis.
Although Foltest had been operating the artillery just now, his position also allowed him to observe the entire battle situation, so how the battlefield situation developed was in his eyes.
Up to now, the battle has been going on for a full two hours, and the frontline troops on both sides are exhausted.
It can be said that both sides are holding a breath, to see who can't hold the breath.
Whether it is the northerners or the Nilfgaardians, they are both brave, and now the battle is... to see who is a little bit braver.
"Yes, Your Majesty, it can't be like this anymore. We, or the people of Nilfgaard, may collapse in the next moment, but we can't do anything about it. Now, our fate depends on how the gods in the sky will decide, and that When will the opportunity to change everything come?"
Natalis has a team of spearmen on his way to the battlefield to support the battle on the front line.
And the opportunity came soon.
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"Marshal, let's launch an attack. The opportunity is at hand. The northerners are already in danger. As long as we invest in cavalry, we can end this battle!"
"Continue to stand by, we don't need them to go into battle yet."
After reprimanding the commanders of the Nausicaa Brigade and the Seventh Brigade of Delaney, who were eager to fight, Marshal Menno looked at the commander of the Veriherd Brigade, the elf Isengrin Faol nicknamed "Iron Wolf" Tiana.
The horrific scar from the forehead, through the brow and the bridge of the nose, to the cheek made his face look distorted and hideous, and his reputation in the north was indeed as terrifying as his face.
"Go and attack this side," Menno Cuhorn pointed, "I want you to tear apart the junction between Temeria and Redania."
The elf saluted, his ugly face was expressionless, and even the expression in his deep eyes remained unchanged.
our allies.Looking at the back of the elf, Menno thought to himself.They are our allies.We fight side by side against a common enemy.
But, these elves, I don't understand them at all.
These strange outliers.
They are completely different from us.
After the elves left, Marshal Menno seemed to hear the sound of a horn, coming from the west.
He looked to the west, but he saw nothing but the Chutra River and the army fighting there.
The marshal only thought that he was being overwhelmed, and he continued to pay attention to the battlefield, which was more important here.
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The Veriherd Brigade is a brigade-level combat unit that belongs to the Fourth Cavalry Corps of the Nilfgaardian Cavalry Corps led by Major General Marcus Brebant. It is mainly composed of elves. It is marked by three silver lightning bolts.
In the Northern War, this army was full of evil. This army composed of Scoia'tael elves did countless evil deeds. These elves were involved in countless killings and slave capture in Nilfgaard.
And they also served as the vanguard of the Nilfgaardian army's attack, and sacrificed for Nilfgaard.
And as Marshal Menno ordered, Colonel Iron Wolf stormed the junction between the Temerian and Redanian forces, and they managed to break through the Northmen's defenses.
This scene was naturally noticed by the hot air balloon in the sky, and the news was immediately passed on to Marshal Natalis.
The marshal immediately mobilized the central heavy cavalry, but it is a pity that troop mobilization takes time, and it takes a lot of time.
Before the troop was successfully mobilized and the elf was blocked, Marshal Natalis could only hope that the damage caused by the elf would not be so large that it would collapse, and that the nearby battle-damaged troops resting and reorganizing could withstand it.
Natalis felt a burst of heartache. The reason was simple. He remembered that the field hospital was in the direction where the elves were inserted. If the elves discovered the existence of the hospital...
"The Nilfgaardians are coming! Run!"
"It's Scoia'tael! It's the Willihead Brigade! It's those elves who kill without batting an eye!"
"Run, everyone, run for your life."
The arrival of the Villiherd brigade plunged the defeated remnants resting in the forest into chaos, and many of them wanted to escape subconsciously.
In the field hospital, Iron Rust and his three female assistants were still treating the wounded, and they didn't pay attention to what happened outside.
Then, amidst screams and wailing, the Nilfgaardians and elves broke open the door of the hospital, and they walked in. These people all had three lightning bolts on their bodies, indicating their affiliation.
The arrival of these people made everyone silent, and looked at these killing gods. Now everyone's fate is in their hands.
The Nilfgaardians and the elves whispered for a while, and then they all did one thing at the same time.
Massacre the wounded.
They killed the wounded who couldn't move one by one, and the whole hospital fell into chaos. The wounded who could still move struggled to get out of bed, trying to escape the ensuing massacre.
And those who can't move can only wait to die there with despair on their faces.
They also invited more Nilfgaardians and elves to enter the hospital for slaughter. It seemed that a tragedy was bound to be staged in the hospital.
The wounded who were killed so hopelessly, who fled from the cruelty of the battlefield and underwent such dangerous operations, only to die when they thought they were safe?This is too ridiculous.
Yet this is what is happening.
But the next moment, things changed.
Two swordsmen rushed out of the hospital, wearing armor that most northerners here had never seen before.
The armor was mostly made of armor, and they also wore steel masks on their faces, and they held machetes in their hands.
Immediately the Nilfgaardians and Elves laid siege to them, and found themselves faced with a power they could not stand against.
These two people are so powerful, they are so easy to handle under the siege of the Nilfgaardians and elves, the scimitar is almost like a part of their body, the Nilfgaardians and elves keep falling down, as if they were being attacked The wheat that the farmer cuts is average.
At most three minutes, all the Nilfgaardians and elves slaughtered in the field hospital had fallen, leaving only two swordsmen.
That's how they look at everyone, and everyone looks at them that way.
This embarrassing situation lasted for a while, and finally ended with the two swordsmen voluntarily withdrawing.
And shortly after they left, the sound of cavalry galloping came from outside, and there were shouts such as "drive the elves away".
The cavalry sent by Natalis arrived.
"Continue to work, girls, don't be dazed anymore, there are still many wounded."
Rust picked up the scalpel again and continued to work, and so did his female assistants.
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"Master Elan, why did we go so fast? We didn't do something shady."
Not far from the hospital, the two swordsmen mounted their horses, one of them said this, his tone full of confusion,
"We just see injustice. I don't want to get involved with politics. In short, we have to get out of here as soon as possible."
The person named Elan said that it was already very risky to take the shot just now.
The most important thing now is to leave. I believe it will not take long for these people to forget their existence.
But what they didn't know was that those wounded soldiers not only didn't forget them, but a legend about Brenner's "Patron Saint of Soldiers" spread in the future...
But that's all for later.
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"We're finally here."
On the other side of the Chutra River, Prince Wilm of Livia looked at the battlefield on the other side.
He and the subordinates behind him were exhausted, but now the exhaustion was concealed by joy, because they finally arrived at the position, and it was just in time.
Countless people are fighting there, heads are falling every moment, death is everywhere, and tragedy is everywhere.
Although Wilm has also been tested in battle, he still couldn't help but froze for a while when he saw such a grand scene.He felt like a dream. Can he really participate in such a large-scale battle?
But this idea was quickly dispelled, because a group of ships came up the Chutra River.
These ships were an important channel for the Livians to cross the river. The fleet immediately began to build floating bridges on the river. Their movements were very swift, as if they had done such things countless times.
It can't be quick, Mi Wei has assembled almost all skilled sailors in Brugge in order to achieve this effect.
And those ships that did not participate in the construction of the pontoon bridge were cruising, and they were full of crossbowmen in plate armor. They were shooting at the Nilfgaardians, and the flanking shots also made these people turn their backs.
At the moment when the pontoon bridge was completed, Mi Wei's main force had already arrived. Looking at the disheveled looks of these soldiers, one could tell that their journey had been quite difficult.
But their morale is high now, and they can't wait to go to the battlefield immediately.
"Mother."
Wilm nodded to Mi Wei, surrounded by soldiers full of fighting spirit.
"Let the standard bearers go to the front, and unfurl the banners of Livia and Aedirn."
The queen gave her order, drew her sword,
"Let everyone shout 'Aedirn and Livia' with all their might! Let the lads under Foltest and Natalis know that reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming, and that the North will win the battle victory!"
Mi Wei looked at the battlefield of the melee, and felt a strong sense of conquest in her heart.
She knew that the winner of this war was now in her hands, and after this battle, she would gain countless honors.
Following Mi Wei's order, the huge Allied forces of Aedirn and Livia under her command moved.
Everyone was extremely active, they marched so desperately, discarded so many wounded, stragglers and even supplies, and desperately defeated the Nilfgaardian army that blocked them, all for the present.
They crossed the river with their fastest speed and killed the Nilfgaardians who were besieging the Freedom Legion and the dwarves.
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"Forward, Men of Aedirn! We are about to save the North!"
Selchik took the lead and charged into the Nilfgaardians.
The White Knight holds a two-handed greatsword in his hand, which he wields as if he were a normal smaller sword.
The white knight kept slashing left and right alternately, and Nilfgaardian soldiers fell down spurting blood, and blood sprayed everywhere.
More Nilfgaardians were frightened by this scene and retreated, as if avoiding the plague god. They didn't expect that so many enemies would suddenly appear here.
However, there were still a large number of Aedirn soldiers following Selchik, all of which belonged to his Wengerburg division. They immediately took advantage of the situation and fought with the Nilfgaardians, causing the black army to retreat steadily. .
The Wingerburg divisions fought among the enemy like wolves and tigers. The swords of the Nilfgaardians kept breaking in front of the Adenians, and they were constantly pushed back. These Nilfgaardian elites seemed so vulnerable.
"Lord Selchik is really positive enough."
Seeing Selchik's rampage and the series of corpses behind him, Selivalov couldn't help but say,
"The opportunity to end this war is at hand, and of course it must be positive."
Lechicki spoke behind him as a squad of Aedirn halberdiers ran past them to support the front.
"It seems that I have to work harder, lest everyone talk about this scene in the future, but I have nothing to show for it."
At this moment, Volod, the commander of Edsburg's division, blew the Cossack horn, ordering his division to join the battle as soon as possible.
Hearing this, Selivalov didn't delay at all, pulled out his scimitar and rushed into the battlefield.
The most proud troops of the Lord Protector occupied a small high ground, set up their muskets, and then they began to suppress the firepower of the entire battlefield. Amidst the roar of muskets, Nilfgaardians fell one after another.
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"What kind of shit is this?"
Menno Kunon breathed out the fragrance uncontrollably, and his expression also twisted,
"Why is Mi Wei here now? Didn't I deploy 2 people in the west to stop Mi Wei? Don't tell me that those 2 people were defeated by Mi Wei in one day. I will hang their commander."
What Marshal Menno didn't know was that he happened to be right. The 2 people he arranged were indeed defeated by Mi Wei in one day.
Mi Wei personally led the troops to cross the forest that was impossible in Nilfgaard's eyes, and together with the main force led by her son, they defeated the Nilfgaardians.
And with the arrival of Mi Wei's army, the morale of the northern army on the entire front skyrocketed, and they began to advance across the board. It seemed that Foltest and Natalis also sent the last few reserves in their hands to the battlefield.
"The important thing now is not to hang people, my lord marshal."
The commander of Delaney's Seventh Brigade said,
"Our troop deployment is very balanced. There are Magni Division and Venenda Division over there to fight against the enemy. They are enough to hold Mi Wei back for a while... So, Marshal, we still have time. It can change the entire situation of the battle, as long as Foltest collapses, we still win the battle..."
"We can attack the gaps opened by the elves,"
The experienced strategist Cuhorn immediately said, he thought of the key here almost immediately,
"Go back to your troops, gentlemen! It's your turn for the Usika Brigade and the Seventh Delaney Brigade! Together with my guards and entourage, O Great Sun, we must succeed!"
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Naturally, the Nilfgaardian's desperate assault was quickly noticed by the hot air balloon in the sky, and the news was immediately conveyed to Natalis.
The marshal's face twisted for a moment. He didn't expect that Nilfgaard still had such a powerful cavalry reserve in its hands.
And now, he only has one army that can be used, and he can only use them...
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After several minutes of dusty and hasty marching, the shouts of the officers finally came to an end, and the Vizima infantry, or the Raniza infantry, finally entered the battle line.
The young Jarre (the one at the beginning) breathed the air like a fish. Since leaving the monastery, he was inspired by nationalism and joined the army.
The young man thought that he would shine in a certain glorious unit, but he did not expect to be assigned to the "famous" muddy infantry regiment.
This infantry regiment is full of unwanted soldiers from all walks of life. To put it bluntly, it is conscripted soldiers and volunteers with no combat experience. To put it bluntly, it is all kinds of battlefield waste.
Their equipment is also not good, they are all wearing old cotton armor and chain mail, and the weapons in their hands are basically only spears and flails.
A useless nerd like Yael was naturally thrown into such an army.
Now Yael was looking at the governor of Bronibo, their chief, who was riding along the ranks on a handsome chestnut horse in armor, reviewing the troops.
"How do you feel, soldiers?" Bronibo called to his men.
The line of spearmen responded with a roar that echoed like distant thunder.
The governor then started his pre-war speech, but Yael didn't listen carefully, he cared more about the performance of his comrades around him,
The soldier to his right murmured a prayer.And to his left, a tough professional soldier sniffed and cursed nervously.
After the proconsul's long speech, full of expletives and inflammatory speeches, he spoke of the battle, of the Nilfgaardian cavalry before them.
"Stop wasting time farting and chattering teeth!"
cried Broniber, his voice still so loud, as if it hadn't affected him at all for so long.
"The ones approaching us are the Nausicaa Brigade and the Seventh Delaney Brigade. They are well-trained elite troops! Raise the spear higher! Only in this way can we kill these guys!"
Yael heard the sound of horseshoes, the sound was still far away, but it was getting louder and louder, and the ground began to tremble, and he saw densely packed cavalry appearing from the boundary of his vision.
These cavalry are armored, and the knights on the horses are waving their weapons as if baring their teeth, as if they are going to tear them apart in the next moment.
Amidst the battle roars of his comrades-in-arms, Yael held the spear irresistibly, retracted his head, and closed his eyes.
Then he heard countless rumbles ringing in his ears.
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Field Marshal Cuhorn's plan failed: his counterattack against our flank was stopped by the heroic Vizima infantry and the Governor of Bronipeg, although they also paid for it in blood.While Vizima's soldiers resisted the onslaught on the left, the Nilfgaardian army still did not forget to send reinforcements to the right.But it was not long before the Aedirians and Livians defeated them.The shouts of victory sounded in our ranks, and the spirits of our soldiers were also lifted up.The confidence of the Nilfgaardian soldiers gradually disappeared. Some of them fled the battlefield, while others were still fighting. However, due to lack of cooperation, they fought on their own. They were soon surrounded and fell apart.
Seeing the collapse of the great army and the gradual disarray of the Nilfgaardians, the enemy commander, Marshal Quhorn, knew that the battle had been lost and all was lost.
——"Chronicle of the Kingdom of Temeria" Elder Ellander, Saint Yale
(End of this chapter)
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