Lord: I am in a world of pain, raising a girl

Field was in the third corps on the left wing of the coalition army. It was a small square formed by the nobles' private army. If we use the war in China as an example, this kind of small square formed by a large group of people fighting on their own is a taboo in war.

Once a noble retreats, it is likely to lead to a collective rout.

"Governor's order! Full-scale attack! Annihilate the enemy army!"

As the commander of the left wing, Lei Ying shuttled back and forth between the army formations, constantly encouraging or issuing orders. His roar was accompanied by fighting spirit, which made Field's ears buzz.

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

Countless soldiers shouted in unison and stepped forward. More than 10,000 nobles' private army on the left wing stepped forward slowly. At the same time, magicians from various families began to chant, and various enhancement magics fell into the coalition team as if they were free.

Unfortunately, there were no magicians in the Night Territory, and there was no enhancement. Field shook his head helplessly.

"Second-level magic, light feather!"

Field felt his whole body lighten, and the iron armor on his body seemed to be nothing. Turning his head, he saw a familiar figure. It was the knight Laurent he had met before. His family magician generously gave Field a buff.

"Hi! Baron Field." He gave Field a thumbs up, then raised his lance with excitement and shouted, "Show those damn rebels a little color."

To the nobles, the rebels were just a group of hungry rabble, walking merits.

"Of course." Field smiled and then put on his helmet. He was wearing two layers of iron armor, and the violent beating of his heart could still be heard clearly.

The three armies, with flags waving, pressed forward. There was no temptation, and they attacked directly.

An elite cavalry phalanx was lined up in front, and Livla, the chosen one from the empire, shouted: "Imperial heavy cavalry, follow me to charge! Level 3 magic skill, comet impact!"

She turned into a sky-blue flame and rushed towards the cult phalanx. Wherever she passed, all the blockers were crushed into powder. Even if they were not directly attacked, the bodies of the people around them who were touched by the flames almost immediately burned up, and there were miserable howls and explosions of people being burned to ashes everywhere.

Livlasa was like a high-speed train, directly crashing into a bloody railroad.

With Livlasa leading the way, the heavy cavalry followed in a wedge formation by following the bloody path.

"They actually used precious heavy cavalry to charge the first wave, they are really confident." Field was shocked. This governor was really a tiger in fighting. "Don't you need to consume arrows... At least let the magicians bombard for a few rounds."

Similarly, if they let the Chosen Ones rush in directly, they would not be afraid of being caught by the enemy's Chosen Ones.

The griffin flag of the empire was flying high, and the heavy cavalry had reached within a hundred meters and began to urge the horses to sprint at full speed. The armor hit by the rebels' slings and arrows made a "ding-dong" sound, and there was no way to penetrate it.

"Beware of the scorpion crossbow!"

Someone shouted, and the rebels pushed out a small crossbow cart, which was one person tall and much smaller than the city defense crossbow, but it was easy to break armor. The field weapon called "scorpion crossbow" suddenly started, and dozens of giant arrows penetrated the heavy cavalry square, immediately nailing 20 to 30 heavy cavalry to death.

The more tragic guys were even nailed together with their horses.

Such a loss could make most barons bankrupt in an instant, but for the entire coalition, it was just a drizzle.

The heavy cavalry's charge came in a blink of an eye. Although the rebels set up countless halberds and spears, the heavy cavalry still crashed into it without fear.

"Bang!"

It was like a wall hitting another wall. The front line was instantly covered by blood mist, and the sky was filled with pieces of meat smashed by war horses. A large number of rebels were pushed and fell, and then trampled into the mud by horses' hooves. The coalition heavy cavalry also suffered a lot of losses, and many heavy cavalry were strung like candied haws.

It was too late for Field to look at the situation ahead, because the left wing where he was was about to meet the enemy.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~"

A dense fire bomb passed over his head and landed in a square formation not far from Field. I don't know which small family's private army was in trouble. Under the saturated fire bomb attack, the general formation was blown into a pile of fragments in an instant, leaving the noble stunned in place, looking at the blood splashed on his body at a loss.

In the extraordinary war, ordinary people completely consume magic power and fighting spirit. If they consume divine power, it is a bloody profit.

Although ordinary people have a chance to kill the Chosen One by relying on their numbers, it is definitely not in a field battle, and it is not something that can be done by cannon fodder soldiers.

"Damn, it's more cruel than I thought."

Field saw the rebels calling in archers through the crowd of people, and immediately shouted: "Raise your shields!"

The Night Army, which was highly focused, immediately raised their shields and walked forward slowly. The sound of arrows hitting the shields rang out immediately. Arrows penetrated the gaps in the shields and shot down the enemy.Several soldiers were killed.

Fortunately, the rebels' bows and arrows were mainly hunting bows, which were OK for shooting rabbits, but the lethality of attacking soldiers wearing leather armor was extremely low, and only three or four people were shot, and they were all slightly injured.

"We will shoot again!"

Seeing that the other side had shot a round, Field was not a person who was willing to suffer a loss. He immediately took advantage of the gap and ordered his soldiers to shoot arrows. The support materials obtained earlier were now just in use.

After a burst of machine guns, more than a dozen rebels fell immediately. There was no time to shoot the second round. The coalition forces at the front collided with the rebels face to face, and the two armies immediately fell into a chaotic and tragic hand-to-hand combat. Swords, spears, swords and halberds were madly harvesting lives, and blood and flesh were splashed everywhere.

Even if a knight or warrior with fighting spirit was trapped in a crowd, there was no room to dodge at all. There were people in front, behind, left, right, and even under his feet. Any fighting skills or fighting techniques were shit. If you were unlucky, you couldn't even raise your hands. At this moment, only strength and armor were the most reliable.

Field saw with his own eyes that a strong warrior, with a burst of second-level fighting spirit, swept through several rebels, then his fighting spirit was exhausted, he was stabbed by random guns, and finally his head was smashed by farm tools.

The two sides had no formation at all, it was just a bloody collision. In just ten minutes, the heads were kicked and rolled around, and the blood almost gathered into a pool of blood.

"Let's stabilize the formation!"

He came here to fish, but he didn't really intend to bury the whole army here.

Field had already gotten off the horse, and there was no room to sprint at this moment. It was better to stay in his own army. He asked the First Army to maintain the defensive gun formation and stop advancing.

As the saying goes, if you don't run to the front line, the front line will run to you.

Soon, Field was surprised to find that he actually met the rebels!

The other troops in front of him either collapsed or died.

The howling rebels rushed forward with tattered weapons in hand, their morale was terrifyingly high. They were controlled and had no right to escape, just like the corpses in the Night Lord.