Knight and Wand

Chapter 129: Battle of Longka IV (Entering the Battlefield)

The halberd soldiers from Duwana formed a tight formation to meet the impact of the spears of the Wolfenhall soldiers, and the weapons collided with each other with clanging sounds.

In the dense forest of guns, there was no room for people to move sideways. The sharp blades that filled almost every gap collided with each other like two walls of death. The martial arts of ordinary soldiers were meaningless.

The two armies competed with each other's comrades-in-arms cooperation, each other's strength, and each other's heavy equipment.

Waves of spear tips hit the shield wall, long halberds hacked at the enemy's armor with great force, and the two elite infantry phalanxes with robes of distinct colors were instantly killed in a group.

The deafening war cry made the fighting front surge with the boiling shouts.

The dog trainer completely released the chain on his arm as soon as the front line met the enemy.

Ten ferocious Duwana war dogs let out terrifying roars and ran away, spontaneously forming a hunting pack from the right wing, circling around and pouncing on the enemy's flank.

The giant dogs surrounded the enemy's weapons, and once they saw an opportunity, the war beasts in groups of three or five would resist the slashing of the enemy's sword and shield men from the side, bite the opponent's calf, and drag the prey out of the team.

"Ahhh, you damn bastard! You beast, ahhhhh!" The terrified soldier swung his sword and desperately chopped at the ferocious giant dog.

The sharp blade scraped against the spiked iron armor covering the dog's head, and finally created a sword wound on its shoulder through the gap, but the war dog, which had a dull sense of pain, did not let go at all.

The war dog companions following closely behind rushed forward like a real "wolf pack", their fangs digging into the chain mail and the thick coat underneath, biting frantically at the enemy's limbs, head and neck.

Panic and chaos spread to the north side of the chaotic Wolfenhall army formation. The soldiers who dared not leave the ranks were exhausted from dealing with these war beasts and had to use their strength to hold up shields and use spears to drive away the hunting of the Duwana war dogs.

The rain of arrows from Wolf Leader that had been fired at the right wing of Lonka's army to assist the friendly forces had already stopped. The two Wolfenhall army formations approached the Lonka defenders for battle. The longbowmen did not dare to hurt the friendly forces by mistake, so they had to refocus their targets on the two arrow towers behind the Lonka line.

Flying arrows pierced the top of the tower like a hedgehog.

He had just had a chance to catch his breath and stick his head out to shoot the Longka archers in the back row of the enemy below, but he had no choice but to hide behind the wall and could only shoot sporadically and blindly from the window into the distance.

The fierce battle was in full swing to the east of the battle line, behind the Longka defenders, six black-robed guards holding large shields with emblems, three holding heavy pointed hammers, and three holding sharp swords. They were in two groups, standing on the left and right of the guards and behind the horses, ready to enter the battlefield.

Leon and the flag bearer Corvis sat upright on their tall war horses, watching the fierce and bloody fight in front of them.

The Duwana Phalanx, which had been ambushed before the battle, was called in in time and successfully dealt a head-on blow to the enemy who had concentrated its forces on the north side of Longka, stabilizing the right wing.

This made the Wolf Leader's army's focused oblique attack temporarily ineffective.

The two elite troops were like two hammers swung at the same time, and the hammer heads smashed together at the north end of the battlefield.

However, the Pleyton spearman phalanx, which served as the fulcrum of the hammer, was still unable to defeat the main infantry of the Wolf Leader, who had comprehensive advantages in training and equipment.

The bodies of our enemies and ourselves are piling up. Once the Pletton Phalanx, the central army connected to the "Hammerhead" on the right and struggling to resist the main force of the Wolf Lord, is broken through, the entire front will collapse.

Although the real trump card behind the enemy lines has not moved, there is no time to wait.

The little advantage accumulated previously is slowly tilting towards the enemy. There is no room for hiding. All cards must be revealed now to add weight to the scales of fate.

Leon lowered the grid visor, and his vision seemed to be covered by a circle of black.

The most primitive fighting instinct in the body ignites the passion buried beneath reason.

I will never fall here.

For all those who have entrusted their lives to me, I must win!
The knight covered by a winged helmet raised the heavy lance while holding up the kite shield with emblem.

A loud command came from inside the armor: "Corvis, follow me into the battle!"

The young servant received the order and raised the lord's flag. The sword-wing emblem fluttered in the blowing east wind. Corvis held the black Neti Plate tightly in his right hand, his golden eyes flickered in his helmet, and his magic turned the miracle of ancient times into reality.

The frenzied boiling power gathered in the bodies of Leon and Zabron, Boz, and Dardanelle beside him.

The sound of a horn also came from the mouth of the guard Pavel.

Pletton formed a side formation and retreated to make way upon receiving the order. The large shieldmen in the front row retracted their spears and retreated to the rear.

This gap, which seemed like a defeat, made the Wolf Leader's soldiers, who were fighting more and more courageously on the front line, fall into ecstasy.

The opportunity to break the formation was within reach, and Wolfenhall's warriors gripped their spears tightly, taking the opportunity to charge in together like a flood.

However, what appeared at the end of their sight was a gorgeous warhorse covered in iron armor, with its legs raised high and neighing loudly.

"With the sword and wings as witnesses, bring death to the enemy!"

The knight in silver armor and winged helmet swung the reins, leveled his lance, and charged.

The strong beast he rode on stepped out with its iron hooves, shaking the earth.

Three enraged Shield Hammer Guards followed closely behind, also shouting.

They seemed to no longer feel the weight of their armor, and followed their lord towards the enemy camp like foot knights.

The knight's battle cry didn't even have time to fall on the ears of the crowd.

The wolf-led soldier who was blocking the way had just raised his spear towards the oncoming knight when he felt as if he was hit head-on by an oncoming battering ram. Without even a scream, he lost consciousness in an instant.

The tornado that erupted from the knight's spear roared out with the heavy pressure of extended magic power, which blasted the enemies that blocked the way back into the army formation behind them, smashing them into pieces and creating chaos.

With a distance of just over ten meters, the black horse took only a few seconds to deliver its master to the enemy camp.

Leon rode his horse, lowered the tip of his spear, and with the tremendous force of the war beast under his crotch, he charged forward into the messy spear formation in front of him.

——Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Facing the clanging sounds, the impacts on the plate armor and shield, and the sharp sounds of wooden poles breaking and cracking.

Leon held the gleaming long blade of the lance, like an industrial cone driven by a hydraulic machine cutting into butter, piercing through the Wolf Leader soldiers who were unfortunately unable to dodge, and the scarlet blade broke out from the chain mail and thick coat.

The next soldier who was slower to react was knocked over by the thick breastplate of the horse. The heavy iron hooves trampled on him, causing his chest to cave in under the chain mail. Thick blood spurted out of his mouth as his internal organs ruptured.

With his magic energy boiling, Leon tried his best to hold the spear that was piercing the corpse. With the help of the wild charge of the warhorse, the long steel-forged spear pierced through three enemy soldiers who were blocking the way.

It was not until the body skewered on the gun left a long trail of blood on the mud that the narrow vision through the visor in front of him suddenly became clear.

After only a few seconds of charging, the warhorse was like a living chariot, carrying the frenzied Leon and crushing the five rows of enemy formations. Following the force, Leon lowered the tip of his lance and pulled the lance from the three heavy corpses, throwing off the pierced bodies.

After throwing away these burdens, the black warhorse felt a little lighter. Then, under the control of its master, it stepped lightly on the grass with its iron hooves. When its speed slowed down a little, it changed direction in a roundabout way following the reins.

With a calm look, he looked back from the horseback at the bloody path he had fought his way through.

His guards still remained in the battle formation. Zabron and others wielded their war hammers, sweeping and smashing vertically. Even the elite armored soldiers of the Wolf Leader could not resist the hammer-wielding shield guards whose strength was doubled after being frenzied by the Neti card.

The three people who were endowed with the miraculous power of the Neti Card used the boiling magic power in their bodies and the powerful steel cone heads to beat the enemies in front of them to the ground.

The terrifying cone head smashed the enemy's body through the armor with every strike.

Helmets were twisted, chain mail was pierced, and the wolf-leader spearmen's long weapons could not even be kept straight in the dense and chaotic battle formation.

For a moment, Zabron and his two companions were like tigers pouncing on a flock of sheep, completely widening the torn battle line.

The three sword-and-shield guards who were protecting Corvis separated the remaining enemies on the right, and tried their best to protect the young servant holding the flag behind them and their comrades in the guards who were fighting in a bloody battle.

Pleyton's spearmen escaped from the simple bitter battle, and saw the lord's battle flag erected deep in the enemy's formation, killing the enemy in front of them and making them defeated. They were instantly infected by the bravery of the lord and the guards, and burst into high-spirited shouts.

"Follow up! - Defeat them!" The old soldier Pleyton seized the opportunity, led the young men in the back row, and followed the lord's guards into the chaos.

In an instant, the Wolfenhall team, which was completely penetrated, collapsed.

Leon once again squeezed his horse's belly and pointed his spear at the right rear of the army. He roared loudly under his winged helmet: "Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who flee will not be killed! - Anyone who stands in my way will die!!"

Hearing the sound of horse hooves and war cries not far away, Sergeant Askof, who was trying his best to reorganize the soldiers' formation, felt cold all over. He looked up and saw that the casualties and rout were close to half, and the defeat of the formation was irreversible.

Looking back hurriedly, he saw the desperate look in the flag-bearer's eyes. He finally gave up struggling and shouted the order to retreat.

The flag bearer of the square immediately carried a small swallowtail flag diagonally, led the scattered soldiers, and rushed towards the main camp of the Yom Knights in the southwest.
The violently twisted battle lines, with the advancing and retreating flags, clearly reflected the chaotic changes on the battlefield.

Kanis could not help but frown as he looked at the sword-winged flag that broke through the Askof sergeant's formation, and the thorn-flowered swallowtail flag followed by the infantry and standing on the west side of the two armies' lines.

It is foreseeable that the tactics of concentrating the infantry's superiority will be difficult to achieve results when encountering the enemy's elite ambushes.

But Ascofo's defeat did come suddenly.

As far as the eye could see, the enemy did not hide more troops. What defeated the phalanx was only a small group of heavily armored elite soldiers led by the silver-armored knight.

Kanis's thoughts moved like lightning, and he weighed the current battle situation in an instant.

The north side, on which he had placed high hopes, did not achieve a breakthrough. After Askofo was repelled, Rosen's phalanx was isolated, with only archers providing cover, making it difficult for the enemy's lightly armored spearmen to completely encircle them.

But the southern section of the battle line, which originally had little hope, was pushed further and further away by the swarming miscellaneous soldiers under the main attack of the Yom Knights' front team and the pressure of the rear team.

The conscripted troops on the southern edge had half-surrounded the enemy, and the southern section of the Longka defenders showed obvious signs of retreat.

As one side gained strength while the other lost, the battlefield was in chaos except for the northern end where Rosen was, and it was difficult to tell the winner. Our side had already tilted the battle line, and once the enemy's central phalanx was defeated, victory would naturally come.

However, if the heavy cavalry led by him rushed to the right wing, they would have to bypass the large number of mobs on their own side. It was unnecessary to delay the battle. However, Sergeant Rosen's platoon could not hold out for too long in an isolated battle, and this battle could not allow any variables to occur.

The young master of the Wolf family raised his hand to call the servant carrying a spear, and took his lance.

"It seems that not all members of the Thorn Flower family are cowards who are afraid of fighting."

His eyes were fixed on the large flag that symbolized the enemy commander's coat of arms. He even admired the young knight with the vicious mouth.

Regardless of friend or foe, bravery is always a quality that deserves respect for the Knight of the Order of Arms.

Of course, the highest respect you can show to your enemy is to defeat him yourself.

Now that the enemy's main general has been forced onto the battlefield, it is time for the real main force under his command to take the field and make the final decision.

Kanisto raised his lance, roared out orders, and led the rumbling horses behind him, driving the horses to trot towards the north side of the battlefield. Two knights of the Imperial Household's military honor accompanied him, and dozens of heavily armed cavalrymen followed closely behind the young master's horse.

And in the center of the battlefield.

The main force of the Yom Knights slowly turned to face the gap on the left wing.

They advanced towards the sword-wing flag in an orderly formation, and at the same time gathered the fleeing soldiers of Askofo's formation, reorganizing them in their own formation, gradually forming a larger formation.

Knight Yom commanded his army and marched towards the enemy in unison.

And just to the left of his main formation, the imposing Wolfenhall heavy cavalry passed them.

Feeling the thunderous iron hooves of the friendly forces assisting their own side in making a detour, and watching the wolf patterns of the Gunnar family flying forward, the morale of the Wolf Leader's elite was boosted, and even the soldiers in the rear who had just evacuated the front line regained their fighting spirit.

Southern woodlands.

Finally, they saw the Gunnar family's cavalry phalanx moving away from the central army line in the forest.

Not wanting to miss a fleeting opportunity, Knight Redo ran back to the team with his spear in hand, jumped on his horse, and issued an order: "Everyone line up and follow me to attack! The goal is to surround the rear row of the enemy troops of the Longka detachment!"

Knight Redo rode his horse and shouted, leading the young warriors around him out of the woods. With him in the center, the eleven cavalrymen stepped into the battlefield.

On the bumpy horse's back, the girl looked through the visor with sorrow and worry, watching the increasingly desperate Longka army formation in the distance.

The shouts and screams that were getting closer and closer made Olivia hold the cavalry spear in her gauntlet tighter and tighter.

Lohak gritted his teeth, suppressed his anxiety about the casualties among his subjects, and maintained a synchronized formation with his companions.

But obviously, the line of soldiers, which had never experienced coordination and training, became increasingly loose after following the order to trot.

Realizing that he could not demand that the hastily assembled group of people stay in formation, Redo gave the order to attack in advance.

"Everyone, listen up! Charge!"

The young riders shouted to urge their horses on, their mounts neighed, their hooves clashed, and the only cavalrymen on Longka's side raised their weapons and, as their horses galloped, they charged towards the back row of the Wolf Lord's recruited spearmen.

(End of this chapter)