Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1696. The Great Battle

"They're charging!"

Sheriff John Natalis did not interfere in the conversation between the king and the Embers Knight clerk.

He always focused on more practical aspects: excluding that absurd breakthrough ability that no one knew how it was achieved, they had to at least defeat this large Nilfgaardian army that was standing here in plain sight!
The sheriff's palms were sweating. "The Nilfgaardians are charging! They are coming, Your Majesty!"

Foltest controlled his bouncing mount, took a deep breath, watched Lincoln walk away, and then turned to his sheriff.

"Huh~ He is right about one thing, John." The king laughed at himself. "The failure outside Maribor has seriously affected my mentality. You are fully responsible for the next battle! I can only help you in the end!"

John Natalis nodded seriously.

"Gentlemen!" The king rode his white horse and circled the hill of the command post, shouting excitedly, "We must welcome the black dog who has come from afar!"

"Kill the Black Armored Army!" Count de Ruybert and the commander of the Free Corps [Farewell] Adam Panglat shouted in unison.

John Natalis also took a deep breath while riding on his horse: "Return to your troops!"

In the distance, drums echoed and horns blew sharply. The ground began to tremble under the hooves of tens of thousands of horses. Even people several kilometers away could feel the tremors.

This was also a large-scale battle involving hundreds of thousands of people, but it was different from the Battle of Sodden Mountain two and a half years ago.

The Battle of Sodden Mountain was a decisive battle that both sides sought unanimously. After the battle formations were deployed, the battlefield stretched for dozens of kilometers, with countless formations and armies fighting on the land and hills.

But now, the Nilfgaardians are about to quickly pass through Temeria, and fight all the way north from the Mayena Fortress to Vizima!

This was an emergency blocking battle. The attacking side was busy breaking through the defense line and continuing to advance, while the defending side wanted to hold on at all costs.

Therefore, the intensity of the battle reached its peak immediately after it started!
A few kilometers away, even through the hills and woods, the loud sound of steel colliding and the creepy roar could still be heard!
It was the desperate, wild and terrifying howling and screaming of seriously injured animals.

"This is a cavalryman." The halfling in the field hospital licked his lips. "A cavalryman pierced by a spear."

"I don't know." In the field hospital, only Mattie Sodergren was in the mood to agree with him. Even so, the sorceress's face turned pale. "Those horses, who did they offend?"

The Black Legion and the motley Northern Legion fought fiercely, their passionate and deadly embraces between each other almost looked like a pair of lovers who wanted to kill each other!
The battle immediately became bloody and cruel.

The waves of enemy attacks and the arrangements of their various troops reflected Menno Cuhoon's mastery of strategy and the high quality of the Nilfgaardian Legion.

But the Northern Allied Forces also completely withstood the pressure of the attack!
The black army swept towards the north like a wave!

Egblaj, who had scratched his neck with the handle of a whip before the battle, was now leading his Alba Heavy Lancer Division in the charge.

They were like a wedge, creating a wave of blood and driving into the enemy's right wing position.

Everybody was shouting! Everybody was huddled together!
The purpose of heavy cavalry is to charge into the enemy's mass and then roll over them like a rolling stone, leaving only broken limbs and arms in the way!

But this is an ideal situation. After rushing in, the Alba Heavy Lancer Division of Aigublaj did create a wave of blood and left behind horrific piles of minced meat and broken limbs, but they lost their speed.

The enemy's tenacity was beyond imagination. They were not scared off by the charge of the heavy cavalry, but instead fought back!
So now, all Aigbulaj's eyes were filled with densely packed spears flashing cold light and blood, as if if he tilted his head, his head would be hung on those spear blades!

"Forward! Alba Division! For His Majesty the Emperor!"

But in this situation, Aigbulaj still shouted.

He pushed forward, hacking and stabbing, and the horses moved forward reluctantly, with splashes, cracks and wails coming from under the crowded hooves.

"Alba!"

Agbulaj wanted to let out a battle cry, but his side was immediately stabbed by a spear, and then he was pulled off his horse by a hook in a chaotic and dense forest of weapons.

Like a living person being torn apart by a tide of zombies, he disappeared in the crowded crowd.

Their wedge now looked not like steel that could pierce living things, but instead like an ice stick held in the farmer's hand.

But Nilfgaard had a large population and an unquestionable numerical advantage in cavalry.

Under the command of Menno Cuhoon, small encirclements were forming on the battlefield.

He wanted to eat up the enemy's army bite by bite, step by step, like a noble lady eating bread with dignity.

But the people of the Northern Alliance were not stupid either, or they at least knew that if they were surrounded, they would die!
John Natalis sent out messengers to deliver orders to various parts of the battlefield.

These messengers are actually forty Embers Knights.

Their excellent personal qualities made John Natalis believe that they might have a higher chance of surviving the chaos and thus deliver the order.

But there is no doubt that this act of breaking up the organization and sending them out separately has greatly weakened the overall combat capability of the Embers Knights.

On a dangerous battlefield, unorganized individual forces will generally appear weak.

However, faced with such a dangerous mission, the Embers Knights still accepted it calmly.

"Try this!"

Triss's eyes were almost filled with a magical aura. "Alzu's Thunderbolt!"

Her voice, stirred by the chaotic magic, had an echo-like effect and resounded through the sky.

Golden lightning ran wildly in the unusually low clouds, and then fell from the sky, linking like deadly chains among a group of people in black armor in the distance, glowing and heating, and bringing painful wails.

But then, a small hurricane strong enough to blow away people and horses quickly formed at the command post.

Then, Sabina Grieviger, who was beside Triss, chanted a spell and suppressed the small hurricane that had not yet blown up.

This is Nilfgaard advancing forward. Their warlocks can follow the pace of the army and cover the command post of the Northern Alliance with spells, but Triss and her companions dare not go any further and try to attack the Nilfgaard command post.

Behind the two sorceresses, the warlock Harpolad from Aedirn and a male wizard with a buzz cut were also muttering to themselves.

The chaos magic power in his body was also considerable, but there was no magic belonging to him on the battlefield.

Because his magic works in the chaotic magic field that ordinary people cannot perceive.

His spell made magical communications impossible on this battlefield.

This is why Natalis uses Embers Knight as a messenger.

Once upon a time, the North could gather more than 20 great wizards on Mount Sodden, but after the rebellion on Thanedd Island, the warlock community fell into decline.

Facing the large number of low-level mages in Nilfgaard, there was no way to gain an advantage in communication efficiency. It would be better to concentrate all the spells and energy of a great mage on disrupting communications so that no one could use magic communication.

Until now, the warlocks of the Nilfgaardians have been engaged in an endless battle for information with Harpolad from Hajji of Aedin.

The incident first occurred between the dwarves' Mahakam Volunteer Army and the Free Legion.

Lincoln was wearing a helmet and armor, and the pennant of the Northern Union Army fluttered on his rifle.

By the bank of a small river formed by the overflow of Lake Vizima, the Black Armored Army was fighting a group of Dorian cavalry.

Right in front of Lincoln, a rider wearing a haori with a Temerian white lily pattern left the fierce battlefield and galloped towards the river.

Behind them came the Nilfgaardians, a black tide.

Lincoln knew very well that it would be difficult for him to stop this group of fugitives and their pursuers. Besides, he had a mission to accomplish and could not delay.

So I prepared to judge the scope of the chaos rationally first and see if I could get around it from the side.

Arrows were flying all over the sky, and the reflections of swords and armor in the crowd were chaotic like the outlines of a kaleidoscope.

But Lincoln even found time to sweep away two crossbow arrows that were shot at his horse.

He took five or six seconds to assess the situation, and then prepared to pass from the right and rush to his destination.

But then, just as he was about to pass by the chaos, the thunderous sound of horse hooves suddenly exploded from the other side of the hill in his other direction!
Someone launched a raid here, but I was caught in the middle!

Lincoln immediately realized the fatality of this.

The enemy wasn't really far away, and it would be foolish to stand in the path of the cavalry charge.

So when the enemy's flag just appeared, Lincoln immediately recognized it as the emblem of the Free Corps.

Then he turned his horse around, so that he was lying across the charge path, facing the same direction as the attacker.

Lincoln's horsemanship, and the [Axis Seal] he used whenever he had time to calm the horse, made his movements so smooth that it almost seemed as if he was charging with the group of people. He didn't look like an unlucky guy who was dragged in halfway.

The rumble of hooves, the neighing of horses, the clash of weapons, the shouts of the crowd.
"Where did you come from, you bastard?!"

This was a woman's voice, her hair was disheveled and her face was bloody. She was looking at Lincoln in amazement, who was fine after charging with his troops.

"Herald Lincoln," the Embers Knight replied casually, "I have to go meet Colonel Pangrat of the Free Corps and Colonel Ayers of the Mahakam Volunteer Army with the order from Lord Natalis."

The spear in his hand made a sharp sound of breaking wind, and the air blade of the [Ashina Style] wrapped around the spear shaft in a spiral form, and finally condensed in a spiral on the spear tip, like a drill bit.

A Nilfgaardian who wanted to continue to resist after falling off his horse was stabbed through the front of his strongest breastplate and nailed to the ground.

The spiral air blade caused the man's back to bleed as much as if it was being pumped out by a water pump, and the blood sprayed all over the ground.

The woman next to him was a little stunned by the scene.

"You can't cross the battlefield to see Pangratt now. We have to reunite with the dwarves. I'm Julia Lovebotmark. Damn it! They want to flank us! Speed ​​up!"

Deserters and pursuers, encirclement and counter-encirclement, the instantaneous transitions on this battlefield are normal.

Lincoln had no time to protest, and it would have been useless for him to protest.

(End of this chapter)