Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 67 Sir, times have changed

Dodging the sharp spear stabbed by the enemy, before the spear could be retracted, Cohen seized the opportunity to cut off the spear head.

The spearman whose spearhead was cut off was stunned. He didn't expect the reaction of the person in front of him to be so quick. He didn't even see how the sword moved.

He just felt bad that he had met such a master.

And in the next moment, his throat was wiped open, and a hole was cut in the solid throat guard, and blood gushed out from it.

This is the embodiment of the strength of the demon hunter. Coupled with the sharp sword of the demon hunter, the solid armor of the Nilfgaardian is as weak as paper.

It was also this Nilfgaardian soldier who was too unlucky to meet Cohn.

After beheading the Nilfgaardian, Cohen began to dance with his sword among the crowd. Although it was not as powerful and dexterous as the cat pie, it was also very distinctive.

He can't use magic seals and bombs, that's to highlight his identity as a demon hunter, so he can only dance with swords.

The Witcher's sigils and bombs make them stand out, but Sword Dance doesn't.

Under the sword dance, the Nilfgaardians who were besieging them had no way of attacking. The impenetrable sword dance made them do not know how to deal with it.

They were repeatedly wounded by Korn, and then killed by other Aedirn soldiers in the frantic response to the sword dance.

This wave of Nilfgaardians who came over the carriage was knocked down in this way, and the Adenians occupied the carriage defense line again, relying on the carriage to fight against the vast number of enemies below.

"Collen, you are really amazing."

The comrades behind said after seeing this scene, their eyes were full of envy,
"Those Nilfgaardians are like children in front of you, and you beat them like dogs."

These words represent the aspirations of everyone here, and the fighting power shown by Cohen is really amazing.

The movement is so flexible that people can't see it at all.

When he stepped into the battle formation, he was as terrifying as a killing god, the sharpest assault sword.

If it weren't for him, their group of volunteers would have been scattered or even wiped out at some point.

Cohen, who covered his face behind a barrel helmet and wore ordinary knight armor, and whose alias was Collen, just waved his hand, saying that he didn't need to care about it at all.

This camouflage of the witcher is indeed very effective, and now everyone thinks that he is an ordinary knight-errant who came because of the call for the corresponding war.

Then the knight-errant showed his powerful combat skills on the battlefield and won the trust of his comrades.

The biggest doubt people had about him was why he hadn't taken off his helmet, and there were various speculations about his identity.

However, after he stated that he had taken the oath of knighthood, no one doubted it. Knights would always make all kinds of weird oaths in front of the ladies they pursued, not to take off their helmets or anything. The oath can only be regarded as ordinary.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, the demon hunter couldn't help feeling how small he was.

Fighting warriors covered his field of vision, people were killed and died everywhere, life was so worthless here.

The carriages in some places had been turned into rubbish in the fierce battle. Some Nilfgaardians sent up a batch of gunpowder, and they blew up the carriages.

And those places are the places where the two sides fought the most fiercely. Swords and shields collided. People fought at close range here.

But even though the battle was so cruel, both sides had medical personnel to rescue the wounded.

The field hospitals on both sides were built very close to the front lines, and people were constantly being sent in, and the doctors there were engaged in another war, a war with the death struggle.

In such a big battle, Ke En understood that although he was a demon hunter, he was just an ordinary soldier. Without the cooperation of his comrades, he would be swallowed by this war in an instant.

But he doesn't have any other emotions because of his insignificance. As a demon hunter who has lived most of the life of ordinary people, he knows the importance of being down-to-earth.

Just continue to fight in such a meat grinder. The demon hunter has a very clear position on himself, that is, to be a relatively powerful pawn in the battle formation.

However, when the witcher picked up a spear and stood on the carriage and stabbed at the Nilfgaardian, he saw a different scene in the distance.

That was the flank of the Nilfgaardian army. The witcher saw with his keen vision that a cannon with many barrels was pushed out. The cannon looked quite heavy, and there were seven or eight strong men in it. Pulling and pulling, at least let it reach the battle position.

Then came out, and many arquebus shooters.

Beside the arquebus shooters, there are still a large number of Cossack cavalry.

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"Fire!"

Herme personally stood in front of the multi-barreled gun and issued such an order.

This multi-barrel cannon is a special creation of the Sazarburg Gunpowder Workshop. The dwarf craftsman Bonin stacked many smaller cannon barrels together to achieve the effect of instantaneously releasing a large amount of firepower.

However, Herme is not satisfied with this weapon. In his opinion, this thing is still too tasteless, and it is not the development direction of firearms in the future.

Moreover, this thing is heavier than the ordinary artillery produced by the gunpowder workshop. Those artillery are already difficult to move, and this thing is even more difficult to move.

But he still let the gunpowder workshop make some, because in this era, it is uncertain when this thing will be effective.

And now is the time to let this artillery play a role.

As the match was ignited, there was a loud bang like a cannonball, accompanied by the roar of the matchlock gun, and countless projectiles flew out.

A mass of Nilfgaardian infantry, caught off guard, fell, never expecting an attack from behind.

There was widespread panic among the Nilfgaardians at the sudden sight of so many of their comrades fallen.

This is the problem caused by Nilfgaard being completely suppressed in the scout battle. Their scouts failed to effectively detect the entire huge battlefield, so they failed to find Herme's ambush.

The scouts sent during the war were attacked by conscious firepower from the Aedirians. Even if they escaped the attack and entered the forest, it was often difficult for them to return to their lines alive.

Because in the forest, when the two sides find each other, they are often when they are very close, and then naturally there will be a battle, and the Aden side with more people is often the winner.

Herme rode on the war horse led by Viator, and asked him to unfurl his flying falcon flag, showing his existence to everyone.

"Cossacks! Come with me! Let's go for glory!"

Then Herme took the lead and drove the horse to run, while his guards and Cossacks quickly followed.

They avoided the shooting range of the guns and artillery. Before they reached the front line, they must let the guns and artillery pour out their firepower to their heart's content, inflicting heavy damage on the Nilfgaardians, so that their subsequent killings will be smoother.

Herme was extremely excited now, her heart was beating so fast that she could hear it.

It is undoubtedly a huge risk for the coach to personally lead the army to attack, but he must do so. Right now, the army led by Herme is really weak.

Wanting such an army to burst into battle and defeat the Nilfgaardians at once, instead of being slowly worn to death by Nilfgaard, requires some skills, and they will perform on some battlefields that everyone likes.

If the war is compared to a stage, and the coach enters the battle in person, it is undoubtedly the climax of the battlefield.

So he decided to enter the battle in person, using his own fighting to arouse everyone's fighting spirit.

As he entered the shock state, Herme found that his field of vision suddenly decreased, but he did not have any fear or discomfort, because this was not the first time he had experienced it, and he had seen such scenes many times on the battlefield.

The spear that gleamed coldly in the sun pierced the Nilfgaardian's body, and the iron plate broke, failing to protect its owner. Herme took advantage of the momentum and lifted the Nilfgaardian officer into the air.

Although the rod of the riding spear also broke, the corpse fell into his subordinates. Panic spread among the crowd seeing the officer being killed, and seeing those panicked faces.

Homer threw the broken spear shaft at the face of a spearman, and then drew out the scimitar. The sharp elf scimitar swung continuously, cutting off heads one after another.

These Nilfgaardian infantry are indeed elite, because many of them subconsciously cut the reins of their horses.

Once the rider's reins are cut, it is equivalent to losing control of the horse, and the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, and it is easy to fall off the horse during the battle.

And Herme would not give them such a chance, not to mention that he was surrounded by guards, who would block anyone who wanted to take Herme's head.

The impact of the Cossacks caused a devastating blow to Nilfgaard. So many cavalry rushed out suddenly, and the blow caused can be imagined.

The impact of war horses is what the Cossacks are best at. Many Cossacks even let out terrifying howls when they entered the battle.

It is a skill they have learned from the Harklans, and they deter the enemy by making such eerie howls on the battlefield.

For now, it seems that for the Nilfgaardians who are facing the Cossacks for the first time, this is very effective. Many Nilfgaardians are obviously helpless against these strange noises.

These strange cries came from all directions, making the Nilfgaardians very at a loss. Some superstitious people even thought that the northerners brought some monsters to the battlefield.

The large number of monsters in the north surprised the people of Nilfgaard. In the chaos of war, even monsters ran in groups on the road and dared to attack the army, so it is normal for some people to think so.

The moment riders with scimitars and spears rushed into the formation, hundreds of corpses were immediately produced.

The Nilfgaardians were either pierced by spears, felled by scimitars, or knocked over and trampled by galloping horses. They died in different ways, but they all died so miserable.

There were also quite a few Cossacks who overturned. After all, the military quality of the black army was there. Many Nilfgaardians immediately squatted on the ground and set up their spears.

If it hit the spear directly, the whole person would have to be pierced.

However, even though some Nilfgaardians reacted quickly, they still could not change the fact that their army formation was trampled by the Cossack cavalry.

And when the cavalry was trampling, there was another burst of gunfire and artillery, and another Nilfgaardian infantry fell down.

After losing their impact, the Cossacks used their fastest speed to slash around, wielding the scimitar like a windmill, driving away the enemies around them and protecting themselves.

The skillful skills and tactics of the Cossacks were revealed at this moment. As existences who have been fighting in the war-ridden land of Haklan for an unknown period of time, their sword skills are fierce and sophisticated, and they all greeted the deadly place.

Still others switched their weapons to maces because it was easier to open cans.

Originally, the Nilfgaardians should have several tactical cavalry regiments and many miscellaneous cavalry to protect the flank here, but these troops suffered heavy losses in the previous tentative attack on the car formation, and they withdrew without the Wind Tower Brigade The cavalry were so decisive.

After seeing the massive onslaught of the northerners, they joined the fray now, only too late.

If you can see it from the sky, you will find that the originally strong Nilfgaardian army has been shaken. It can be said that this is the first time that the army in black has shaken the northern army on a battlefield of this scale.

And in front of them, the northerners who were sticking to the chariot formation pushed away the carriage and rushed towards the Nilfgaardians who were unstable because of being flanked in front of them. Everyone who was blind could see that this was a war opportunity.

Herme's personal entry into the battle aroused everyone's morale. Just as Hemei imagined, every Aedirian soldier became fanatical after seeing him enter the battle, and then the fighting spirit rose crazily.

After all, there is nothing that can boost morale more than the commander in person entering the battle.

The Cossack cavalry charged more fiercely and penetrated deeper into the Nilfgaardian front. The Cossacks had many problems, but one advantage of their fighting could cover up all the problems, that is, they did not die at all when they fought.

After two hours of fierce fighting, facing such an impact, the Nilfgaardian front wavered, and deserters had begun to appear in twos and threes.

Although the deserters were immediately beheaded by the military judges, this could only be curbed for a while.

The explosion of the frontline bombs is only a matter of time.

"Where's Gwama? Let his Wind Tower Brigade move quickly, they need their support over there!"

Seeing the worsening battle situation, Stribert couldn't help shouting.

The messengers looked at Marcos in bewilderment, and the army commander just waved his hand.

"How do you let the Wind Tower Brigade pass across the entire battlefield?"

Marcos just said that, and Stribert did calm down when he was said this way.

He is an experienced general, but he was just irritated by the bad battle situation for a while, and he naturally reacted to being a little bit.

"The cavalry that Herme hid is really enough. We send all the reserves in front of us. I'm afraid they won't be able to stop the frenzy. Now should be the time for the strong men to cut off their wrists."

Marcos calmly spoke extremely indifferent words. He sentenced many soldiers fighting on the front line to death, which naturally aroused Stribert's strong dissatisfaction.

"You want to give up? Makosh, I heard you right, you have to give up those soldiers who are fighting on the front line! Are you going to violate the glory of the great sun? As a commander, how can you not be with your troops? ?”

Stribert climbed to this position from the front line, so he has always had a deep affection for the soldiers on the front line.

Seeing Makosh say that now, he naturally became furious, and he refused to accept such behavior.

"If you insist on this, I can use the crime of 'absence of duty' to disobey your order now, and you can withdraw with your people, I will not withdraw."

Stribert's meaning was very firm, and Makosh, who was reprimanded like this, didn't say much, just looked at the old comrade quietly.

He knew that his old comrade-in-arms would definitely object to his decision, and he still understood his old comrade-in-arms' opposition.

But in his heart, he disdains such behavior, death is very simple, and living requires courage.

He made such a decision now that he could bring some of his subordinates to survive, but he himself needed to bear enormous pressure.

And for the sake of his subordinates and the empire, he is willing to bear this pressure.

Of course it is easy to die in battle, and those who survive need to take responsibility.

Markos didn't criticize anything because of Stribert's words, because he knew that the essence was still a difference in some basic values.

There is nothing to say about this kind of thing. Both parties are right. It cannot be said who is wrong and who is right.

"I respect your choice, Major General Stribert Vaughn Resouters, and I will retreat with my troops. I will report your honor and behavior to the city of Jinta. I hope we will We can meet again in the future."

After leaving such a sentence, Makosh turned his horse's head and led his men to retreat together.

And Stribert didn't say much, just watched the old comrade-in-arms leave.

Because in Makosh's eyes, he also thought of something, and then he reluctantly admitted in his heart that Makosh's thoughts were also correct.

However, he quickly put all these thoughts behind him. The most important thing now is to save the front line. With the withdrawal of the reserve team, there is only one way for him to save the front line.

Go kill Herme, go kill the guy who caused all this.

Herme's state of entering the battle was seen by friendly troops, and naturally also by enemy troops. They naturally thought of taking Herme's life.

"Come with me!"

Stribert put on his helmet, then shook the reins, kicked the horse's belly, and the well-trained horse galloped away.

The heavily armed Nilfgaardian riders also followed without any hesitation. As a guard, they naturally had to be loyal to the general.

Stribert's goal is very clear, which is to take Herme's head. As long as Herme is killed, the battle situation will definitely change in an instant.

The commander of the Baccarat Division and his guards rushed directly to the place where the Xiangying flag was.

And they did show their own strength. As the elite selected by the entire division, it was too easy to fight their way out.

These Nilfgaardian elites rode forward in groups, and those who stood in front of them were ruthlessly crushed, and each attack was besieged by three or four people together, and they cooperated and cooperated with each other.

"Forward, Baccarat! Forward! Baccarat!"

Holding the stag flag, Striberg roared. He had a loud voice. As an officer who climbed up from the lowest level, this is a necessary skill.

And as he shouted, the momentum of the Nilfgaardian army rose.

Nothing can boost morale more than a general going to the battlefield in person. This principle is also applicable to the Nilfgaardians.

Especially after the Nilfgaardian reserve team withdrew, many people thought they were going to be abandoned, and Strieberg's behavior undoubtedly gave the shaken army a shot in the arm.

The Cossacks immediately felt the changes in the Nilfgaardians. Originally, they were criss-crossing among the black-clothed army, but the Nilfgaardians flinched in front of them.

But now the black-clothed army has obviously hardened, and their resistance has become tenacious.

Herme naturally also noticed the changes in the battlefield. His eyes swept across the battlefield, searching for the source of the problem, and soon he saw Streibert.

Baraka's division commander was still very conspicuous on this chaotic battlefield, and he was waving there with such a big flag, and his loud voice was still roaring, highlighting his position to everyone.

"Viato, prepare that thing, I will send that Nilfgaardian general to meet their great sun disk."

Herme quickly realized the danger. If this person was allowed to continue his activities there, the situation might be reversed.

And with his appearance like this, he still intends to come towards him?It's good if you come towards yourself, Hermi has already prepared something for this purpose, just to test the level of that thing.

Then Herme led his team and marched in the direction of Stribert in the melee. After noticing this, this naturally made the division commander extremely happy, which was exactly what he was looking forward to.

It was very nice that the Yankee didn't hide from him, but came toward him.

It seems that the young man is still too aggressive, and Stribert is worried that this guy is hiding, but now it seems that this worry is really unnecessary.

As for whether Herme would be too strong or not, he didn't think so at all.

As a general who climbed from the grassroots, Stribert is full of confidence in his ability. In his opinion, it is too easy to kill a young man. That person is very young after all. Such a young man is definitely not own opponent.

Seeing the flying falcon flag getting closer, Striberg became more and more excited, and he could even see Herme's face clearly.

But then, he saw Herme took something from the knight beside him, it seemed like an iron pipe?Why is there still a match at the end of the iron pipe?

Then Herme aimed the thing at Striberg and aimed it for a moment.

Just as General Nilfgaard was still wondering what the other side was doing, there was a loud noise, and Strieberg felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he fell directly from his horse.

　When you are surrounded by starch, canned food, Golo meat or bayonets and laser guns, you are in the hive.

　　The emperor's light shines on the mortal world. In the last hundred years of this dark and desperate No. 40 millennium, as an imperial guard, as the hammer of the empire, how can he wield the emperor's wrath against the enemies of mankind?

　　Whether it is fame through the ages or death on the battlefield, in this dark void universe, there may be no difference.

　　The gods are smirking, the fate is uneasy, and the good book has arrived.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)