Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 72 Rolling
Wilde smiled contemptuously at the monsters who were heading straight for the infantry phalanx where he was.

"A monster is a monster, stupid and savage, and it just keeps going."

No intelligent human commander would make such a low-level mistake when attacking a 4000-man infantry phalanx with less than [-] people, or when there are two thousand-man light cavalry units outflanking it.

If it was Wilder, he would immediately order his soldiers to form a circular formation and use long weapons to block the light cavalry instead of trying to fight the enemy head-on when they were extremely outnumbered, putting himself in the danger of being attacked from the front and back.

Originally, he wanted to capture the leader of the group of monsters and interrogate them for their purpose, but now it seems that there is no need for this. He didn't think that among these stupid monsters without brains, there was someone who could answer his questions, so he ordered:
"Command! Crush this group of stupid monsters, leaving no one behind!"

The neat infantry phalanx raised their weapons and marched forward, outflanking the monster army together with the cavalry.

The discipline of that monster army seemed to be extremely rotten. The larger tauren rushed forward too fast, leaving the kobolds and goblins behind, which made Wilder despise them even more.

The distance between the infantry phalanx and the tauren shortened rapidly. When there were only 100 meters left, Wilde said: "Handbow team aim!"

"Crack!"

There was a sound of neat crossbow arrow shooting, and the densely packed crossbow arrows shot at the tall and easy-to-target tauren.

Wilder didn't think these big guys could be dealt with with a round of crossbow salvo, and ordered: "Spearman step forward!"

The moment he shouted, the crossbow arrows hit those tauren who didn't know how to avoid them, and most of the crossbow arrows hit the thick iron armor.

The crossbow bolts that can penetrate light armor are too weak against armor that is thicker than human plate armor, and they make a "clinking" metal sound when they collide with it. Only a few crossbow bolts hit joints or areas that are not covered by armor.

The crossbow bolts didn't penetrate the tauren's joints to hinder their progress as Wilder expected. Instead, they made a dull sound after touching the skin under their hair, as if hitting the hard and thick cuticle.

"An accident, but it won't have any impact on the situation," Wilder thought.

The three-meter-long spears were arranged in three rows at different angles, aiming neatly at the tauren in front, making the entire phalanx look like a stabbing hedgehog.

The mages in the army began to release group-enhancing spells, increasing the speed and strength of the soldiers around them.

The light cavalry detachment also surrounded the goblins and kobolds who fell behind the tauren, and they were going to fight each other among this group of little monsters that were not as tall as a horse's leg.

Wilder's smile had already emerged in advance. After all, it is not easy to eat fresh beef on the front line of the enemy's hinterland. These tauren monsters appeared just in time.

Suddenly, there was a blood-red line on the face scales of one of the kobolds hidden in those kobolds. The kobold like a scar roared upwards. Speed ​​waved the weapon in his hand and moved towards the cavalry who were running towards him.

Just before the collision, the chaotic sound of praises that made people feel dizzy and nauseous sounded, and the chorus of a hundred dragon-song kobolds sang in unison resounded throughout the battlefield, causing the light cavalry unit surrounded by a group to fall into a trance messed up.

The horses in front raised their hooves and neighed, and the horses in the back couldn't slow down. They collided directly with the horses in front, causing a group of people to turn their backs on their backs, while those small kobolds raised their butcher knives.

The usually stupid kobolds opened their mouth full of fangs at this moment, let out a piercing smirk, their eyes glistened with bloodthirsty light, raised the weapons in their hands and smashed those who fell to the ground due to the collision of the horses, trying to get out of the ground. Riding knight.

The strength of these kobolds exceeded Wilder's knowledge of kobolds. Their maces hit the knight's helmet, and even smashed the steel helmet to collapse, bleeding from the gap in the helmet.

The tauren who collided with the spears used their bodies to stand on top of those spears without fear, and the huge force pushed back the infantry holding the spears, disrupting the troops in the phalanx. type.

The shieldmen in front of the phalanx raised their shields, and the spearmen behind them took the opportunity to stab the tauren.

But those tauren did not dodge or dodge, and with ferocious smiles, they raised the giant steel ax in their hands, and smashed it down under the fearful eyes of the shield-hand, splitting the shield and the shield-hand under the shield in half.

The infantry phalanx was quiet for a moment, and then a chaotic roar erupted immediately.

Their weapons didn't do anything to these terrifying hunks, at most they caused them some minor injuries, but these tauren were able to withstand their attacks and split the shield-hand holding the shield in half.

Wilder watched helplessly as a tall, blood-red haired tauren slashed across the axe, cutting several soldiers in front of it in half, leaving only half of its body spraying scarlet blood like a fountain.

The splash of blood fell on Wilder's face, waking him up from his trance.

Obviously there were only dozens of enemies, but these dozens of tauren, like wolves rushing into the sheepfold, slaughtered wantonly in the phalanx of 4000 people.

Wilde looked up at the light cavalry unit in the distance, and saw that they were shrouded in large ice edges and fireballs, and those goblins that had turned red or blue were still condensing frost and flames in their hands.

A goblin with silver skin and hair even laughed wantonly, chasing the knights who turned their horses' heads, and slashed at the horse's legs with a scimitar in his hand.

Between its gestures, bolts of lightning struck continuously, taking away the lives of every soldier or horse.

From the collision between the two parties to the one-sided situation, less than half a minute passed, and Wilder couldn't figure out why the situation became like this in an instant?
In just half a minute, the Second Corps of the Faciti Kingdom's Expeditionary Army was easily crushed and slaughtered like a newly formed army of recruits, and the death toll reached at least one-tenth.

The massacre was still going on, and the Second Corps, which had always been known for being well-trained, was quickly dispirited by the massacre of the Tauren, and it was only one step away from collapse.

Wilder wiped the blood off his face, turned his horse's head in horror, and wanted to escape early.

He has slaughtered many enemies who are not as powerful as the Second Legion. He has seen how those enemies fled, and he knows that the rout will only turn into a complete massacre.

If he wanted to survive, he could only escape early, leaving the fleeing soldiers behind to block the enemy's footsteps.

However, just as he turned the horse's head, a kobold covered in golden scales suddenly emerged from the ground, stabbed a long knife into the belly of his horse, and opened a huge gash. The horse's internal organs were mixed with blood. Spilled out.

The golden-scale kobold grabbed Wilder's leg, pulled him off the horse, and proudly placed the long knife around his neck.

(End of this chapter)