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The Man people's path is above everything.

The Tatar cavalry dispersed in groups of ten to look for the Ottoman grain transport team. A few hours later, a team of Tatar scouts came back to report that they had found the Ottoman grain transport team.

Aenarion and Astariel immediately used a portal to teleport to a nearby location to observe the situation in person. Several Tatar scouts hiding in the woods pointed to the distance and saw a spectacular and shocking scene:

Tens of thousands of soldiers lined up in long rows, forming a vast army. They wore armor even when they were marching. The metal armor and weapons reflected the sun's rays. Their war horses, mourning-toothed beasts, wild boars and other mounts were tall and strong, with deafening hooves and majestic momentum. Their flags were raised high, fluttering in the wind. Various patterns and symbols were embroidered on the colorful flags, symbolizing the army they belonged to and highlighting their glory and majesty.

The movement, breathing and hoofbeats of the entire marching team intertwined into a sound that made everything tremble and shook the surrounding earth. The land trembled as they marched, dust was raised under their iron hooves, and under the sunlight, the army stretched to the end of the vision, like a winding steel river.

"Look, this is the Fifth Janissary Legion, the White Scars. Their banner is a red thunderbolt on a white flag."

The all-knowing Astariel introduced to Aenarion in detail the main composition of the legion.

"The light cavalry at the front consisted of Hungarians, Mongolian orcs, Cumans, bugbears and other nomadic tribes, and some Slavic herdsmen. They were levied blood taxes since childhood and became the main body of the Janissaries, the original members of the White Scars. In pursuit of speed, they only wore simple breastplates and used composite bows, lances, and scimitars to kill the enemy."

"They only seem to number a few thousand. Is that so small? I remember that the main component of the Fifth Legion is these people, aren't they? This army is so huge, what are the soldiers at the back?"

Aenarion was puzzled.

"Hungarians, Mongolian orcs, and Cuman bugbears are certainly high-quality sources of soldiers, but the empire does not have the ability to capture the homelands of these three races, so the number of children they can obtain is pitiful. How can the scale be large?"

Astariel said helplessly.

"And behind that is the real body of the White Scars. Look carefully, you should be able to see it now."

Aenarion looked back upon hearing this and saw that behind the thousands of foreign cavalry were tens of thousands of fat, bloated, but extremely tall and strong...ogres.

Most of these ogres marched on foot, but there were still thousands of them, riding on Zombie beasts that looked like short-nosed elephants. Each of them wore heavy Central Asian-style armor, a white cloak with red lightning printed on it, and their helmets were decorated with white tassels or white feathers. The weapons in their hands were all special large-sized ones. Some longbows were more than four meters long, and one-handed daggers were a terrifying two and a half meters long.

Their already fat and hideous faces were branded with huge Turkic characters with irons, causing all the ogres' facial features to be destroyed, their flesh to carbonize and necrotize, making them look even more terrifying.

"Those are the criminal soldiers of the Ottoman Empire and the ogres of other Turkic Bey states in Asia Minor."

Astariel said softly.

"When the Ottomans transformed from nomadic to agricultural civilization and established a huge empire, only the Ottoman Turks became landlords. The other Turks conquered and defeated by the Ottomans were unable to adapt to this change. Many of them even returned to their old ways and changed from plundering the Roman Empire to plundering the Ottoman Empire. The most famous ones were called Turkey or something like that.

Therefore, the Ottoman Empire launched an extermination-style purge against these poor relatives. Most of the Turkic ogres died in Asia Minor, and those who surrendered were disfigured and engraved on their faces with branding irons, becoming criminal soldiers. Their entire families were exiled to live in the Danube River basin. The elite among them became the Fifth Legion, the Janissaries, fighting bloody battles with Christians on the Danube for the empire.

After all, this group of ogre criminals could not be placed on the battlefield in Asia Minor. The Timurid Empire was also an ogre. If they were placed there, they would definitely rebel and surrender to the enemy. However, if they were placed on the European battlefield, the enemy would be Christians who were even more hateful than the Ottomans. They would have no choice but to work for the Ottoman Empire obediently. "

"Ah, so those Turkic ogres are in this legion."

Based on the number of flags, Aenarion roughly estimated the total number of the Fifth Legion. There were about three thousand light cavalry of various alien races, and the number of ogre sinners was as high as seven thousand. Among them, two thousand rode on extremely terrifying mourning beasts. The remaining ogres also walked very fast, more than twice the walking speed of ordinary humanoid creatures, which was completely incompatible with their bloated bodies.

Half of the army was cavalry, and the other half walked more than twice as fast as the infantry. This proportion of cavalry and marching speed was extremely terrifying.

But Aenarion changed his mind and realized that among his 33,000 men, more than 20,000 were Tatar cavalry, and there were also many other cavalry, accounting for 60% or even 70%. For a moment, he didn't know who were the nomadic army and who were the farming army.

Chapter 296: Cutting off the Food Supply

The reconnaissance team quietly withdrew. The Tatars had a total of 20,000 archers, of which only 3,000 wore armor. Their own 2,000 Thessalian cavalry, 500 Mongolian cavalry, and 500 holy war knights were all heavily armored cavalry. The 8,000 phalanx soldiers and 3,000 Varangians were even more powerful.

The entire army was dressed in iron armor. They took out their armor from the planks and put it on as quickly as possible, then got off the ship and lined up, unloading the three-pound cannons and carriages that they were carrying.

Before that, 20,000 Tatar horse archers had already rushed out like a hurricane!

This small group of cavalry could avoid the White Scars' scouts, but it would be impossible to avoid them once the main army set out. The Janissaries immediately realized that something was wrong when the Tatars ran to a position three or four kilometers away, and began to fight in formation. Two mages were directly teleported to the camp outside Constantinople to request reinforcements from Edirne.

The rest of the army just stayed where they were and lined up to wait for reinforcements. This group of Turkic ogres learned the tactics of agricultural civilization from the nomads on the grasslands of East Europe. They surrounded a circular cart fort on the Thracian Plain with the vehicles escorting food and supplies from the rear. They linked all the vehicles together with iron chains, but left small gaps on all sides so that the cavalry in the fort could rush out at any time. The huge ogre infantry force and the large number of elven corvées escorting the supplies climbed onto the grain transport vehicles carrying shields, longbows, muskets, and lead-spraying cannons to prepare firepower from a high position.

A few minutes later, the ogre soldiers heard the high-pitched and passionate steppe throat singing of the Tatars.

On the plains of Thrace, four Tatar poets gathered on horseback to form a small circle. They were dressed in traditional nomadic costumes, hats decorated with eagle feathers or horsetails, and silver ornaments and jewels dangling from their bodies, sparkling with dazzling light.

One of them held high the red eagle flag of the Roman Empire and sang the Humming song at the top of his lungs. His magnetic voice was like an echo from nature, gentle and deep, with a unique and melodious voice that echoed over the grassland. The second Tatar also began to sing in the chorus, making a unique guttural sound and beating the war drum tied to his waist with both hands, letting the rhythmic drum beats resound through the sky along with their singing.

The third person also sang while playing the huqin in his hand, and the fourth person played the unique trombone of the grassland. The melodious and desolate melody intertwined with the singing and drums, covering the entire army in their ensemble! In an instant, thousands of Tatar cavalrymen and their horses were eager to fight in the magical singing of the four people!

These goats howled like wild beasts as their magic further amplified them. Wearing leather armor and holding bows, they rode on horseback and charged towards the enemy!

[Boost Morale]: Grants all friendly forces who can hear your singing +5 attack and +5 damage.

[Boosting Skill]: Grants +2 to skill checks to all friendly forces that can hear your singing.

[Bastion Hymn]: Grants +2 Defense to all friendly forces that can hear your song.

[Disturbing Spells]: All nearby enemies have a 20% failure rate when casting spells.

And this is just the benefit of one military band. There are 20 such teams densely packed in the entire army! On average, one military band is equipped for every thousand people. Eighty bards have raised the combat effectiveness of the entire Tatar army to a higher level!

A few minutes later, the passionate sound of the hooing came closer and closer, the earth trembled more and more strongly, and the overwhelming Tatar cavalry appeared in front of the Janissaries with smoke and dust. They were wearing flexible leather armor and wild animal hair, and their helmets were decorated with wolf heads or deer horns and other barbaric decorations. Twenty thousand Tatars rode on swift war horses, holding bows and arrows, and rushed towards the enemy like a storm! Prepare to fight the enemy to the death!

"Surround them! Shoot!!!"

Amid the deafening sound of horse hooves, 20,000 Tatar cavalrymen were divided into 20 teams of 1,000 households, and like a pack of hunting wolves, they surrounded the circular formation on the plain. Tens of thousands of horses surrounded them in three layers inside and outside, while spinning and galloping, they also shot arrows into the inside of the chariot fort.

The sound of tens of thousands of recurve bows vibrating was like thunder, the sound of tens of thousands of feathered arrows whistling and tearing the sky was deafening, and the dense arrows poured down like a rainstorm, hitting the armor of the ogre sinners with sparks and clanging sounds. Some sharp arrows pierced their unprotected faces, accompanied by fleeting blood ephemera, making their already tattooed and disfigured faces even more hideous and terrifying.

The damage caused by the Tatar Khan and the Tatar heavy cavalry under Irel's command was even more terrifying. With the bonus of the dragon blood poet, the Khan guards under her command, wearing heavy armor and holding longbows, shot arrows carrying the frost power of the white dragon. One arrow would immediately condense frost and freeze the place where the arrow touched, even if it hit the iron armor. This special dragon power, like a frost plague, spread from the wound to all sides of the body until the person who was hit by the arrow was frozen into a dead ice sculpture!

A Janissary was a little surprised to see one of his own people frozen into an ice sculpture. He touched him lightly, and the other person fell to the ground with his head raised, and fell into a pile of ice and flesh.

"It's the Crimean Tatars! They surrendered to Rome! Kill them all! Leave no one alive!!!"

A horse, the Janiceri, commanded the ogre criminals and the elven civilians to launch a counterattack. The elves strode forward quickly, drawing their bows and arrows under the dense rain of arrows from the Tatars, and shot arrows at the galloping archers. For a moment, the sky was full of arrows flying around, almost covering the blue sky. The ogres, who were wearing heavy armor and had a frighteningly thick layer of fat, gradually suffered casualties in the dense rain of arrows. One arrow after another hit their faces, pierced through their shields and their palms, or directly pierced through their soles, nailing their big feet to the ground.

Blood and fat were everywhere.

The casualties of the unarmored elven servants and the Tatar cavalry wearing only leather armor were even more severe. Elves were constantly shot into hedgehogs, and Tatars were constantly shot in the face, falling off their saddles and dying on the ground.

The ogres were ready, too. They pulled up their giant bows and shot out giant arrows as thick and as big as spears. With one arrow, they could pierce through the bodies of the Tatars and their horses! They would die on the plains!

Other ogres started shooting with large muskets, adding a pungent smell of gunpowder to the bloody battlefield. If the horse archers came too close, the ogre criminals armed with lead-spraying cannons would open fire directly, using the flying lead-spraying shotguns to knock down large groups of Tatar cavalry!

Chapter 297: Ogre Charge

The White Scars, who were of nomadic origin, adopted the chariot-fort formation tactics of an agricultural civilization, while the Roman Empire, which was of agricultural origin, adopted the nomadic cavalry archery tactics. Twenty thousand Tatar cavalry harassed the enemy formation with an overwhelming rain of arrows. As long as the arrows were exhausted, the enemy was exhausted, bleeding, and even had holes in the formation, their most elite heavy cavalry would launch a thunderous attack, tearing through the enemy's front line in one fell swoop.

The soldiers of the White Scars did not take these Tatar cavalry seriously at all. Their numbers were just formidable. If these horse archers faced a troop with poor training and equipment, they could indeed defeat the enemy with the tactics of using archers to consume the enemy's power and using heavy cavalry to charge.

However, I am not Crassus of the Roman Republic! This is not Carrhae, and his army is composed of heavy infantry, not even a few archers.

The White Scars' cavalry was not weak in strength, and their long-range firepower was even more fierce than that of the Tatars. Their armor was also better, and all of them wore heavy chain mail. Company commanders and regimental commanders wore additional chain mail or even plate armor. The ogres' thick skin and fat had a defensive capability comparable to that of a thick leather armor. The Tatars' rain of arrows could hardly cause decisive damage to the fully armed ogre criminal soldiers and Janissaries, and could only kill civilians and corvées.

Meanwhile, their own ferocious bows, crossbows, guns and artillery were also being consumed, killing and wounding the Tatar cavalry archers. If this continued, it was uncertain who would die first.

However, the Tatars were just delaying time. After the fierce shooting between the two sides continued for a while, a large number of fully armed armored troops with red eagle flags fluttering in the wind appeared at the end of White Scar's vision: eight thousand phalanx soldiers, three thousand Varangians, and thirty three-pound field guns pulled by carriages arrived at the edge of the battlefield.

"Everyone, surround them! Don't leave any one behind!!!"

Aenarion keenly grasped the weakness of the enemy's formation: the White Scars commander thought that the enemies were all Tatar cavalry, so he deployed an anti-cavalry chariot circle formation. This thing was indeed effective against cavalry, but the cost was that it trapped his own side in one place and could not move.

In response to this weakness, the eight regiments of phalanx soldiers began to maneuver to the sides, spreading out a huge encirclement net outside the horse archers, deploying eight Roman first phalanxes, and then began to shrink inward, replacing the horse archers to encircle the enemy, and the remaining horse archers were sent to the rear for repairs, while serving as a reserve to fill the gaps.

Among the Ottoman legions, only the rebellious First Legion had seen the Roman First Phalanx, which was modeled after the future Spanish Phalanx. They knew how powerful it was and would make corresponding strategic adjustments on the battlefield to deal with this troublesome thing. However, the other legions had never seen this thing before. The Fifth Legion chose to continue to hold on and wait for help, allowing Aenarion's infantry to easily complete the encirclement.

What happened next was not up to them. All the enemies were encircled anyway, so there was no need to deploy the Roman First Phalanx with spearmen in the center and musketeers at the four corners. This formation was originally designed to deal with enemies from all directions.

At Aenarion's command, he transformed them into the second Roman phalanx: the spearmen were in the center, and the musketeers were distributed on the left and right wings. All the musketeers, amplified by the singing of the military band, focused their aim in the same direction and fired at the same time!

The 66 musketeers in each phalanx were scattered on both wings, arranged in three lines, with people in each row. The soldiers in the first row knelt down, and the soldiers in the back two rows stood in an alternating pattern.

Accompanied by thunderous roars, the first row of soldiers concentrated their fire, the second row of soldiers continued to fire, and then the third row of soldiers lit the fuse to vent their anger at the Ottoman army.

By the time the third row of soldiers finished firing, the first row of soldiers had already stuffed the paper bullets into the gun chamber and started the second round of shooting! The dense firepower was like thunder rolling in the sky, and the endless explosions resounded through the sky. The dense fire net shattered the iron wood of the cart fort, and the soldier's flesh and blood flew everywhere! The ogre's heavy armor and flesh were directly knocked down and shot to death by the dense lead bullets. That was the fierce firepower that the Fifth Legion had never seen before.

Thirty three-pound cannons were also pulled to the front line by the carriages. Under the firepower cover of the phalanx soldiers, they rushed directly to the front of the ogres and fired cannonballs. Each iron-gray wave of death could smash a carriage full of food and tear a dozen ogres and elves into pieces! One round of cannonball bombardment killed hundreds of White Scars!

Some Tatars who could not sit still suddenly started shooting arrows amid the dense gunfire!

At this moment, the White Scars' regimental commander and company commanders changed their expressions. With the addition of these 8,000 infantry, the enemy's firearms were far more numerous.

The fort was stronger than us, and was torn to pieces by artillery and projectiles. It was impossible to defend it, so we had to charge in close combat to offset the enemy's powerful firepower!

"Woo——"

With the sound of a shrill horn, the White Scars began to try to break out. Eight hundred ogre sinners wearing triple armor of cotton armor, chain mail, and halberd armor, carrying shields and wielding two-meter-long one-handed war hammers, charged towards the eight phalanxes together!

These monsters, three or four meters tall, weighing half a ton, and covered in fat, displayed an agility that was disproportionate to their bloated bodies. Their running speed was astonishing, far faster than that of humans or even elves, as if they were armored meat balls rolling and charging towards here.

"Focus on these ogres!"

The musketeer company captain immediately gave orders, and muskets fired one after another accompanied by smoke and thunder. However, after the ordinary lead bullets pierced through the shields and triple armor in succession, the remaining power was not enough to penetrate the abnormally thick fat layer and damage the muscles and internal organs inside. After rushing to ten meters away, this group of ogres suddenly accelerated, and their instantaneous explosive power was astonishing. The speed of their final charge was enough to rival that of war horses!

Aenarion was secretly shocked when he saw the ogre's abnormal defense and speed, and ordered the front-line soldiers to change their formation immediately.

The eight Roman phalanxes that were attacked immediately changed their formation. Six hundred spearmen pushed to the front, while four hundred musketeers retreated behind the spearmen. The super-long spears of the spearmen in the second to fifth rows could penetrate the gaps in the front row of soldiers and pierce directly in front of the first row of soldiers. The space in front of the entire formation was a steel forest woven together by the super-long spears of five rows of soldiers.

The front of this spear phalanx was quite terrifying. No matter who rushed over, it was equivalent to one person fighting five people. The ogres were no exception. They first suffered a round of fierce spears from the spearmen. The two-meter-long heavy spears curbed their charging pace, weakened their speed, and hurt their bodies. However, these monsters still smashed heavily into the dense steel forest. Every incomparably bloated and obese ogre was pierced by at least fifteen spears. The triple armor was pierced by the dense spear tips and sparks flew everywhere. The terrifying charging force was shared and borne by more than a dozen elven soldiers.

Even so, the entire Roman phalanx was forced to retreat repeatedly by the ogres. The neat formation became extremely chaotic in an instant. At least a quarter of the soldiers in the front row had their arms broken and fractured, unable to withstand such a huge impact and lost their combat ability. Others also gritted their teeth and persevered, but they still managed to withstand the ogres' terrifying charge!

The action of force is mutual. The ogres' charge was extremely ferocious, but the rebound injuries they suffered from colliding with the spears were also extremely heavy. Even if they were wearing triple armor, it was not easy to run headfirst into the sharp spear tips. Many pieces of armor were deformed and fell off by the spears, and their bodies were covered with bruises and purples. Fortunately, the extremely thick fat and leather prevented their ribs from being broken.

The soldiers quickly restored their formation, and after retracting their spears, they thrust forward fiercely again and again. On average, each ogre had to face the thrusts of fifteen spears, making the clanging of metal resound through the sky! The ogre charge, which the White Scars were so proud of, was simply unable to break through the Roman spear phalanx.

These ogres were too tall. The musketeers didn't even need to form a formation. They could easily shoot these giants by hiding behind the spearmen. Bullet after bullet hit the ogres' heads, causing blood and brains to splatter everywhere. The Tatar cavalry now used their speed to start to detour to the sides, trying to join forces with the Roman phalanx to encircle and attack the eight ogre sinners!

After finding out that the ogre charge was ineffective, the White Scars commanders also changed their expressions. They had originally wanted to use these heavily armored ogres to smash the enemy's positions, and then launch a full-scale assault, but they didn't expect the enemy to block them! The battlefield fell into a bloody melee. They had no choice but to pull out their trump card - the Death Fang Beast.

Amid the soldiers' scolding and the beasts' roars, one after another sturdy and fat beasts were pulled out of the fort. They seemed to be a hybrid of bears, tigers and elephants, with hairy bodies that were extremely strong, bloody mouths full of razor-sharp teeth, and two tusks as long as lances, but their thick limbs had no claws, but elephant hooves.

The two thousand Zombie Beasts, accompanied by the trembling earth, launched an extremely brave charge towards the east! Behind them, a large number of Ogre infantry also launched an Ogre charge wielding huge heavy hammers, muskets, and lead-spraying cannons!

Chapter 298: Chagatai Khan

"Cavalry, move forward! Prepare for a counter-charge!!!"

Aenarion roared and gave orders. The ogre infantry was already able to shake the Roman phalanx. He didn't dare to bet that these behemoths between cavalry and elephants would directly break through his formation and cause the entire war to fail. After all, he only had a few short years to develop. These infantrymen were only at the warrior level on average. It was already the limit for them to rely on the strength of their formation and the bard's song to entangle the Janissaries who started at level four.

Under his command, two thousand Thessalian heavy cavalrymen, accompanied by the bards’ hoomi and the neighing of thousands of horses, rode on the best elven horses, all wearing a layer of heavy armor, imitating the European knights, holding a shield in the left hand and a lance under the armpit in the right hand, lined up in an orderly formation and launched a counterattack against the mourning beasts! The rows of horses maintained an orderly formation even when advancing at high speeds, and the mighty cavalry army

It was like a wall made of flesh, blood and steel, launching a counterattack against the Zombie Beast!

"For the Khan and the Sultan!!!"

"For the Senate and the Roman People!!!"

The wind howled, the earth trembled, the elf horses and the mourning beasts threw their hooves and galloped forward, the cavalry of both sides accelerated from a slow walk to a trot, and then from a trot to a gallop, the sound of hooves shook the earth, the neighing of war horses and the war cries of soldiers on both sides soared into the sky! The white lightning flag and the red eagle flag fluttered in the wind, and the two huge cavalry were like two trains running towards each other, trying their best and colliding heavily!

"boom!!!"

For a moment, swords, spears, halberds and other weapons were intertwined, making sharp and piercing clanging sounds. Under the accelerated impact of the cavalry charge, pieces of armor were torn open by spears, and soft bodies were pierced by the spear tips. Some fell off the saddles, some were knocked out, and some were hung on spears. As the enemy continued to charge forward, war horses and zombies had their necks broken in the charge and fell to the ground powerlessly.

Swords flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The clanging of swords, the neighing of horses, and the shouts of soldiers intertwined into the notes of death. The cavalry on both sides were blood-thirsty. After throwing away their broken lances, they wielded their scimitars and hammers to attack the enemy frantically. Their goal was to kill and destroy, and to move forward regardless of everything! Forward! Forward!

The mounts charged like sharp blades, tearing through the enemy's formation. The knights rushed towards the enemy regardless of their lives. The warm blood dyed their armor red, and broken limbs and flesh splattered everywhere. The whole battlefield was rendered into a hell by blood and corpses. After the cavalry of both sides killed their way through the enemy's formation, there were still 1,700 of the 2,000 Zombie Beasts, and only 1,400 of the Thessalian Elf Cavalry. On average, it took the death of two well-trained elven knights to replace one ogre's sinful soldier.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Aenarion sent in another 500 Mongolian orcs. These big orcs, wearing double armor and riding heavily armored wild boars, charged forward with earth-shaking war roars. Yrel's Tatar elite also detoured half of the battlefield and arrived at the front line. With her beautiful singing voice, all friendly forces' weapons were wrapped in the white dragon's frost power, and their fighting power soared again!

"Everyone turn around! Fight back!!!"

The blood-stained Great Sorcerer's Beast Commander and the Elf Captain raised their swords high and ordered the cavalry of both sides to make a 180-degree turn on the battlefield, aiming at the enemy again. After taking out the spare lances, they once again launched a devastating cavalry charge!

This time, the Thessalian cavalry had the help of the Mongolian and Tatar heavy cavalry. With the advantage in numbers, after another round of charge, both sides suffered more than 400 deaths, bringing the casualty ratio back to one to one. The war horses and riders that both sides had spent a lot of money to train died in batches on the battlefield in seconds. But no one took a step back. After each side killed its way through the opponent's cavalry formation, they turned their horses' heads again and launched the third cavalry charge!

Seeing that his phalanx soldiers and cavalry had stabilized the front, at least an entire Janissary Corps was stuck there. Aenarion kept 5,000 Tatar horse archers and 3,000 Varangians as reserves, and sent all the other 10,000 Tatar horse archers forward. Relying on their superb mobility, they quickly circled around and began to harass and charge, using their numerical advantage to cut the White Scars army into small pieces and outflank them separately.

Aenarion stood at the highest point, overlooking the entire battlefield, and breathed a sigh of relief. Relying on the capital accumulated over the years and the advantage in numbers, he had suppressed an entire Janissary Legion on the front battlefield and gained the upper hand in the field battle.

The only problem now is that he can't find where the White Scars' headquarters is. These nomadic clans, such as ogres, centaurs, orcs, maintain the fine traditions of nomadism. The commanders wear exactly the same armor style as their elite soldiers. Not to mention the legion commander of the White Scars, he can't even tell the difference between the company commander, regiment commander, and ordinary heavy armored soldiers of the White Scars.

The advantage of doing this is that no one will launch a decapitation operation. The disadvantage is that our own people don't know where the boss is, whether he is dead or not, or whether he is personally at the front line, which will affect morale to some extent.

The only thing that can be understood now is that all the ogre sin soldiers are grassroots soldiers, at most they are company commanders. Those high-level commanding officers and their guards are Janissaries who were raised by Centaurs, orcs, etc. since childhood. A small group of alien Janissaries command a large group of ogre sin soldiers, and the ruling structure is extremely distorted.

After watching for a while, Aenarion found that he didn't need to look for it. His flag was very obvious, and his extremely dazzling phoenix helmet and dragon scale armor shone brightly under the light. The disadvantage was that he could be easily targeted and beheaded, but the advantage was that all the soldiers knew that the commander was with them, so the morale was stronger.

Now, the White Scars were suppressed on the front battlefield because of their numerical disadvantage, and they could only think of ways to change, such as directly carrying out decapitation operations. Among thousands of troops, a pale horse, surrounded by many centaurs and ogres, appeared in Aenarion's eyes.

Her upper body is a heroic woman with a youthful and beautiful fair face, long smooth silver hair, and apricot-yellow eagle eyes that are as bright and fierce as a wild beast. Her lower body is a tall and handsome pale warhorse with smooth and shiny white hair. The wild and unruly horse body and the graceful and soft female body, two completely different temperaments and forms, are perfectly integrated to form a mysterious and unique existence. The armor on her body is also

The whole body is of a metallic color that is almost silver, and with the white robe, it looks like a silver-white ghost, dancing happily on the battlefield.

Armor can be camouflaged, clothes can be camouflaged, but the color of hair and horsehair cannot be camouflaged. It is said that the Centaurs are very superstitious. According to legend, only the extremely rare white Centaurs can rule the Centaurs. Therefore, whether it is Queen Tomyris who killed Cyrus the Great of Persia in battle, Attila the Scourge of God who dominated the grassland, or the famous White Knight Hunyadi, the leaders of these notorious Centaurs are all pale horses.

It looks like it's Chagatai Khan, commander of the Fifth Legion, the White Scars.

Aenarion stared at Jaghatai, and the white horse also stared at the Elven Warmaster from a distance of 600 meters. She bent her bow and drew her arrow. An enchanted arrow whizzed across the distance of 600 meters and shot accurately at the face of the Roman Warmaster! The range and accuracy were terrifying.

Aenarion quickly summoned the psychic skeleton, a skeleton hand covered with psychic armor and Slaanesh flames, and caught the arrow that was already extremely weak and was flying 600 meters away. But the next second, the arrow exploded! The surging magic storm spread out in all directions, and a brilliant arcane explosion was detonated with Aenarion as the center! The blue-purple arcane meteors exploded in all directions with black smoke trails!

Infused Arrows·Arcane Explosion.

Chapter 299: Khan's Guard

"Everyone! Follow me and kill them! Capture Aenarion alive!!!"