Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 180
Spears were staggered, swords were swung, and blood was flowing. The soldiers of the two armies were fighting fiercely on the front line, and some people fell down constantly.

The battle line also saw and saw repeatedly in the fighting, and then moved towards a broken direction.

The current battlefield has become extremely chaotic, and most of the neat battle lines have disappeared, turning into a complete melee.

Many northerners formed small groups based on units or regions on the battlefield to fight against the enemy.

The Nilfgaardians were like a sea wave, constantly crashing into these small battle groups, and some battle groups were instantly smashed to pieces by the waves.

And some let the waves smash on them, but the waves still kept coming, even if they were smashed to pieces, they continued to move forward without hesitation.

However, with the efforts of the officers of Aedirn and Livia, the tortuous fronts were established again.

"boom!"

Pulling out the spring gun from his waist, Viator shot the Nilfgaardian who almost rushed in front of him with a headshot, and the spear in the man's hand fell to the ground.

"Hold it! Soldiers! Hold it!"

Viator yelled at the Aedirn soldiers beside him. Beside him, a group of guards blocked the gap where the Nilfgaardians rushed in just now.

The commander of Posada's division was now on the front line. In front of him was thick black smoke, and Nilfgaardians wearing masks were rushing out of it and crashing into the northerners' battle formation.

After discovering that the front line collapsed under the poisonous smoke of the Nilfgaardians, Viator immediately went to the front line.

Many officers at the same level as him also made such a choice at the first time, and it was precisely because of their bravery that the battle could be maintained.

When seeing the chief officer coming to the front line, even the timid soldier will take courage and join the battle group or battle line to fight the enemy.

There are grenadiers constantly throwing magic-blocking gold bombs into the black smoke, which causes the black smoke to flash green light from time to time, trying to deal with the steel giant passing through the black smoke in advance.

This thing will self-destruct. If they self-destruct on the front line, it will be a huge threat. It will destroy the integrity of the front line and create a breakthrough for the Nilfgaardians.

It's a pity that such bombs are naturally difficult to hit the steel giant, and these crystallizations of Nilfgaardian engineering and magic still came to the front line.

There was a steel giant right in front of Viator. It had just blasted a man into pieces with the cannon in its hand. The hammer on the other side was also full of blood, which showed how many people had died in its hands. .

Seeing this, Viator sighed, took out a magic-blocking gold bomb from his waist and threw it over. He kept shouting "Retreat" as he threw it at the giant.

The magic-blocking gold bomb fell on the monster, and a ball of green lightning exploded immediately.

Then there was an explosion, which blew away all the nearby Nilfgaardians, and many northerners were affected.

In the process, Viator's horse was frightened and knocked him off his back. Viator was beaten to pieces, but he knew where he was, so he quickly got up.

But after getting up, Viator found that there were actually a few soldiers around him, and the Nilfgaardians still rushed up in groups. Viator cursed inwardly, and had no choice but to pull out He rushed forward with the sword at his waist.

He picked up a shield with ferocious slashing marks from the ground and placed it across his chest. Viator knocked over the Nilfgaardian who was rushing forward, then raised his knife and chopped down the man in black behind him. , Let him fall down clutching his neck.

But at the next moment, with the sound of muskets, Viator subconsciously raised his shield, but found that the Nilfgaardian in front of him fell down as if being harvested, and then a group of Aedian soldiers rushed up and fought with the black The men in clothes fought together.

His guards quickly came to the commander and led him away from the most dangerous front line. They also found a war horse for Viato and asked him to quickly board it to express his presence to the soldiers.

"The order came from above! Sir!"

In a sea of ​​fighting sounds, screams, the clash of gold and iron, and the roar of muskets, the guard yelled at Viator. Only in this way can the order be conveyed clearly.

"So what are they planning to do? Are reinforcements coming?"

Viator took the loaded spring gun from his subordinates, aimed it at the Nilfgaardian closest to him, and fired another shot, successfully blowing off the head of the man in black.

"We want our strong men to cut off their wrists."

Viator is also a veteran and an old commander. He knows the meaning of this sentence very well.

The commander of the Posada Division looked at the entire battlefield and saw that wherever he could see, the fighting was moving in a direction that was not conducive to the northerners. The northerners were simply struggling to support themselves.

Nilfgaard is like an evil ghost in the fog, constantly coming out of the black mist.

The northerners' battle lines had become tangled due to the initial poisonous smoke attack. They were already in an unfavorable situation, and their morale and fighting spirit were also seriously affected. If they did not reorganize, this battle would inevitably fail.

But if you want to regroup on the battlefield, you have to pay some price, such as giving up the soldiers fighting on the front line and exchanging their deaths for time.

Viato was unwilling to do this, but when a shot from a southern cannon hit his side, disfiguring several guards and rolling around in pain on the ground, he finally made a decision.

"Okay, let's go, Lord. Your armor style is close to mine. I need you to stand here."

Of course the named guard knew what this meant. If Viator left the front line directly, then the front line would inevitably collapse, so someone would need to die.

The named guard just knocked on his breastplate, and then put on a flamboyant helmet. His height, armor, face and voice were all similar to Viator. His existence was just for this moment.

"As ordered."

Viator put on the cloak handed by the guards to cover up his figure, and finally looked at Lord and the soldiers fighting on the front line.

Viator is unwilling to do this, but now it seems that this is the only choice.

So he was heartbroken, turned his head away, and drove his horse away from the front line.

And this kind of scene is happening everywhere on the front line.

This was also timely, because not long after this, many Nilfgaardian cavalry rushed out of the black smoke. They spent a lot of energy to cross the tree stump area, and many war horses were poisoned due to improper protection. In the smoke area, the rider jumped down and ran away.

But these people were enough. The Nilfgaardian heavy cavalry immediately began to penetrate the northerners' battle line according to the prior orders and plans. However, they did not drill all the way, but only "cut" out the enemy soldiers on the front line. .

What followed was a massacre.

The bloody battlefield has attracted many monsters, but even the most reckless shofar dare not crash into this hellish soup pot.

Even the most fearless monsters only dare to hide on the edge of the battlefield to hunt some skirmishers fighting in the forest, but they often end up being beaten to death in minutes by the assembled human soldiers.

As the battle progressed, the black smoke on the battlefield also dissipated.

This made the battlefield situation clear to the commanders on both sides.

.

"I don't want to hear difficult words, I don't want casualty figures. If any unit behaves cowardly, I will not hesitate to dispatch the supervising team and the Imperial Guard. Advance, I only want you to continue to advance, for the sake of the great Sun, For the sake of Emperor Emhyr, we will crush the resistance of the northerners here!"

Faced with various casualty figures and difficult statements coming from below, Marshal Hawat Mohan had only these answers.

The marshal's tone was full of irresistibility, but there were still people who wanted to challenge the marshal's will.

"Marshal, we are Lord Fiorus's subordinates. Please be accommodating. This will definitely help you get a lot of help in the Golden Tower City in the future."

A Nilfgaardian officer in front of the marshal pleaded. He looked more like a hunter than a soldier. His posture was very low, and his tone was almost pleading.

Fiorus, Havat knew the name, a slave trader who made his fortune through provincial repression.

For ordinary imperial generals, they really hesitate when they hear this name.

The generals worked closely with slave merchants, and they basically relied on slave merchants to quickly sell off the slaves and trophies they obtained.

But there is no need for Hawat, he is the Nilfgaardian Marshal.There is always only this person who happens to use him, not others who happen to use him.

These nobles and merchant tribes all wanted to preserve their own strength, but Hawat could not let them do so, whether it was due to loyalty to the emperor or military needs.

"Go to the front line. If you don't go right away, I will send a supervisory team there."

Hawatdu's voice was cold and full of power. The officer was so frightened that he immediately shrank his head and immediately went to the front line.

Because he knew that if he refused again, he would be killed immediately, and then the supervising team would go to his unit, kill all the senior officers, and then urge them to go to the battlefield.

In normal times, in everyone's eyes, Hawat is not considered a qualified commander.

He was always overwhelmed by military affairs, so he was much more relaxed about military discipline and ethos.

Moreover, his inherent qualifications and prestige are insufficient, which leads many people to despise him.

But after entering the battlefield, everyone knew the terror of Hawat.

Maybe he looks embarrassed at ordinary times, but on the battlefield, he doesn't allow any doubts about his will.

Anyone who disobeys orders will be hanged directly. A member of an ancient family once threatened Hawat based on his identity, but was later hanged from a tree.

Before he was done hanging the man, Hawat immediately sent people to execute all the senior officers under this man, forcibly took over his troops, and then threw these people into the fiercest battlefield.

After Hawat did this, no one dared to violate it.

People from ancient families, Hawat killed them like chickens, what is your identity?It's not easy for others to kill you.

And if you go into battle, you can at least preserve your power. If you are forcibly taken over, there will really be nothing left.

In this way, Hawat drove a large number of former nobles and businessmen to the front line to serve as cannon fodder. He had disliked this group of people for a long time and had long planned to deal with them.

And this was unanimously supported by the Nilfgaardian army. They didn't like these people who came in with their own systems, which gave Hawat a surge of support in the army.

Hawat looked at the battlefield and saw the Nilfgaardian army pressing down on the northerners' front like a black tide. Such a scene released the depression that had accumulated in his heart for a long time.

Ever since he came to the north, it can be said that everything has not gone well for the marshal.

"Albrecht, is there more poisonous smoke?"

Hawat looked at the Warlock. It could be said that it was this man who led the poisonous gas attack.

Alberich was the first designer of the Iron Giant. He knew the shortcomings of the Iron Giant, so he simply changed his mind and turned this thing into a self-exploding bomb to break through the enemy's front lines.

However, the resources spent were astronomical, and because Emhyr had to succeed in the Third Northern War, he almost gave him what he asked for.

This situation also occurs in various imperial departments involved in the military. Everyone has obtained a large amount of resources, and the Nilfgaardian warlocks have obtained the most.

"I'm sorry, Marshal. The wave of special poisonous gas we have just now almost exhausted our hands. This kind of poisonous gas that requires chaotic energy to spread quickly is very troublesome to produce. The amount of poisonous gas now on the battlefield is already the total amount of poisonous gas produced in the past few years. .”

Alberich's face showed exhaustion, and there was joy that even exhaustion could not conceal. It was their efforts that gave them such an advantage, and they would definitely receive more rewards afterwards.

Moreover, the voice of the warlocks will also increase. Since the incident at the Sorceress Assembly, the status of the southern warlocks in Nilfgaard has been reduced again.

"That is to say, there will be no room for fantastic ideas next. That's fine. Let the Imperial soldiers use the swords in their hands to achieve a real victory."

Hawat watched the banner of the Great Sun advance, and he felt as if he saw victory coming.

.

Selchik felt very tired, and his legs felt as if they were filled with lead.

How many years has it been since you felt like this?Selchik thought that it seemed that his physical condition was indeed declining, and fighting on the front line was becoming increasingly unsuitable for him.

Gathering his strength, Selchik chopped off another Nilfgaardian's head. The head bounced on the ground a few times like a ball, and finally hit a Nilfgaardian shield and stopped.

Comrades around him continued to fall, either retreating or being killed.

But no one ran away, for they knew there was no way out, and they were now under heavy siege by the Nilfgaardians.

However, there were still many soldiers surrounding Selchik. As the White Knight of Aden, Selchik was like a bright light, attracting nearby soldiers.

Yes, Selchik did not withdraw. Despite various accidents and some unconscious psychological activities, Selchik still stayed on the front line.

Of course, he was surrounded.

Selchik didn't feel any regrets about his ending. Instead, he felt very calm.

It's a pity that his body began to fail at this time.

However, because of his prestige, the surrounded soldiers also consciously gathered around him. Selchik's team stood like an isolated island in the tide.

The Nilfgaardians continued to attack these soldiers who were supposed to be crushed, but each attack shattered like a tidal wave hitting the rocks.

Selchik feels very tired now, but he still holds on because he knows that he cannot fall. If he falls, everyone here will be doomed.

The attendants who had followed Selchik all the year round noticed the abnormality of the white knight. Seeing this, they hurriedly dragged Selchik away from the front line.

In order to prevent the morale of the soldiers from collapsing when they saw the White Knight leaving the front line, the White Knight's personal guards rushed forward and fought with the enemy.

Selchik did not resist the behavior of his men. He understood that instead of being a tired soldier on the front line, it was better to serve as a flag in the rear, which would allow the soldiers to persist longer.

In the rear, there was a man who knew that Selchik was deeply trapped in the enemy's army, and he was furious.

"What's going on? Who can tell me what's going on?"

Knowing that Selchik had fallen into the siege of the imperial army, Herme was almost about to explode.

Abandoning some soldiers, he finally started to reorganize the troops, and finally got to know such news that made him unable to hold back.

Selchik is a symbol in the Aedian army, a landmark figure. It can be said that he embodies the good side of the Aedian army.

It will also have a great impact on the Livians. The White Knight is very famous throughout the north. The death of such a knight will undoubtedly be a huge blow to morale.

Herme immediately lost control at the thought of Selchik's head being hung on a spear by the Nilfgaardians, which would cause a devastating blow to the morale of the army.

Facing Hemei's anger, everyone bowed their heads and shut up. They didn't want the Lord Protector to draw his anger on themselves, and why did they speak up about things that had nothing to do with them.

Moreover, those few people were already trembling. The Lord Protector's anger was extremely rare. Most people here had never seen the Lord Protector go crazy like this.

"Selchik must be rescued! Must! Tell the Livians what's going on here, and then tell them that we are about to launch a counterattack and we need their cooperation."

Hemei said with a livid face.

If possible, he would have preferred to hold his position and wait for the Nilfgaardians to crash into him, but that was definitely not possible now.

The messenger did not hesitate, and immediately carried the Lord Protector's order, and everyone began to take action to prepare for the next attack.

(End of this chapter)