Chapter 209 59. Lost Victory (Part 1)
(Written about the fight between the two sides,)
Just as Druchi’s famous military strategist Newkel predicted, the trend of the battle did not develop as he expected, but became Another ghostly look, full of ups and downs and reversals. The first head-to-head confrontation between the Nagor and Hagrid Grave's army did not take place at the Blackwater Ferry as he had deduced, but in an unknown forest ruins.
Similarly, the Darkus brothers and his followers were also confused. When they learned the news, they communicated with each other with their eyes. They felt inexplicable and incomprehensible.
"Although I can't understand it, I was shocked!" Darkus concluded in the end.
It all starts from the morning of this day.
Hagrid Grave's army emerges from behind the reverse slope of the ridge at dawn.
Malus is sitting on the saddle, and he has an obvious advantage at the rear side of the formation, that is, he has a better view.
Hagrid Grave's army took advantage of Furlan's stupidity and took advantage of it. At night, the soldiers dragged huge stones from the ruins and carefully pushed them to the front of the formation to create impact-proof obstacles, which would make it more difficult for the cold lizard knights and behemoths of the Nagor army to charge. The Dread Spearmen lined up behind the obstacle, preparing to attack the enemy. Behind them was an army of Gloomy Swordsmen, and further behind was an army formation composed of Black Sharp Crossbowmen and Reaper Ballistas.
This is a very conventional and typical fear lord configuration.
Malus observed with some irritation. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for the moment. He suddenly had a strange and ominous feeling. He felt that today would be extra long.
While Malus was thinking, a long horn sound came from the Nagol formation.
"Are you confused?" Nagalia (the fourth sister) came to Malus and asked.
"Yes, sister, I feel like this is a trap that has been woven, waiting for us to jump into it!"
"Unless I am mistaken? Otherwise, our numbers and behemoths far exceed theirs, and they did not defeat us. The power." Nagalia's masked head looked towards Hagrid Grave's army in the north.
"But they have enough power to bleed us and delay us. This is not the only battle we have to fight, sister. No matter what happens here, we must be able to continue to conquer Hagrid with enough troops. Leif," Malus said sharply, glaring at Forlan in the distance, who was riding on a cold lizard and drinking the wine handed by the servant.
"That fool has wasted our greatest advantage, speed! And surprise! From now on, the closer we are to Hagrid Grave, the easier it is to fail!" "
Stop saying such stupid things, Maru Si. Stop talking! Do you understand?"
"I...I understand." Malus's retort was extinguished like the flame of a candle. He felt that his anger was extinguished the moment it burst out. No matter how hard he tried to maintain it, something seemed wrong with it?
"Very good! If you are worried about the Nagor army, you find a way to pull them out of defeat. I don't have much influence on Fulan. The horn has sounded and the battle has begun. Take care of yourself." Nagalia said calmly, as if Malus were some kind of trained beast.
Nagor's army took the lead in blowing the horn, and Haggrave's horn responded to the Nagor's horn in preparation for the battle. The horns of both sides began to sound one after another, and the tunes they played were exactly the same.
"Is there no magic that can be used? Lightning or a scary phantom? Or something else?" Malus asked.
"We must reserve our strength for a decisive blow, that time is not now!" "
If we don't win here, we may never have a chance again!"
"Everything is going according to plan, brother. You will see. Nagalia said with a chuckle, kicked her horse, pulled the reins, and jogged in the direction of Fulan.
When Nagalia left, Malus didn't even dare to stare at her back. He gritted his teeth in frustration, something didn't feel right, something magical seemed to be affecting him, but he quickly turned his attention back to the battle that had begun.
The latest behemoth purchased by the Nagor army did not dispatch, but sent the Dread Spearmen up first. At this time, the Dread Spearmen had already arrived at the ruins, and the skies above the armies of both sides were already darkened by the trajectories of arrows. .
The Dreadspearmen advanced slowly with shields in hand, forming a slow-moving steel wall amid hails of arrows and ballistae. Soldiers fell every moment, either clinging to the short feather poles that suddenly grew out from the gaps in their armor, necks or thighs, or being strung together by ballistae and nailed to the ground like candied haws. Wailed.
The injured soldiers staggered and crawled in the ranks. The luckier soldiers were able to limp or stumble back to the rear. The unlucky soldiers were trampled to death by their companions in the formation or crawled to death while crawling. There was no sound.
The fear lord in the rear kept roaring and giving orders, ordering the waiting reserves behind to fill the gap, ordering the army to continue advancing, and occasionally killing one or two unlucky guys who were lucky enough to crawl back from the front to serve as a warning.
From Malus's point of view, initial progress was barely smooth. So far the losses have been minimal, but the enemy's long-range firepower becomes more powerful the closer they get to the enemy's lines. He found that there was more movement on both sides of the enemy, and it seemed that there were a lot of cavalry moving around. It seemed to him that the opposing knight commander was either indecisive or trying to make the number of cavalry around the ruins appear to be greater than there actually was.
"Where is the Fear Lord?" Malus first looked up in the air and found that no mounts such as black dragons or manticores appeared, and then began to carefully search the battlefield from the enemy's leftmost flank. If not in the sky, it must be in a place with a wide view to provide a broad view of the battle line.
"The Fear Lord and his followers cannot be anyone else!" Malus saw it, right behind the center of the enemy's position. A heavily armed magnate rides on a cold lizard, but his hands have neither weapons nor shields. Behind him were five Cold Lizard Knights, too few in number to be of much use in a fierce battle.
The fear spearmen from both sides had collided with each other at this time, and the sharp screams unique to Druchi and the gritty crunch of steel hitting wood came one after another. The Dread Spearmen of the Nagor were arranged in four rows. The Dread Spearmen in the front row raised their Sky Piercers to the height of their necks and held the tall shields close to their bodies. The second row carried out stabbings. The Sky Piercer raised its head high and aimed at the head of the Dread Spearman in the front row of Hagrid Grave, looking for an opportunity to stab the enemy in the head.
Hagrid Grave's Dread Spearmen were arranged in two lines, allowing the width of the formation to cover more ground. Normally this would make the formation less resilient, but the improvised defensive barriers provided additional protection, and deploying only two columns ensured that every soldier could participate in the battle. The Anran swordsmen at the rear also pressed forward, squatting on the ground and raising their shields at an angle to better protect their bodies. They were waiting for the officer's order.
The sounds of blows and the screams of the dying echoed from the ruins. More and more wounded began to return from the front, and both sides continued to consume. The long-range firepower of Hagrid Grave's army never stopped. The gloomy swordsmen who found an opening began to move forward under the officer's order to alternate with the fear spearmen, and hacked each other with the fear spearmen of the Nagol army. With.
"What's the price? Where are their cold lizard knights?" Malus was extremely anxious at this time. He didn't understand why he didn't just use the giant beast to strike down, but just did it like this. As long as Hagrid Grave's army shows signs of retreating, the cold lizard knights of the Nagor will rush in directly to wreak havoc and kill indiscriminately. By now, however, the enemy had gained a foothold, and there was no sign of a cavalry attack.
The dense forest on both sides of the road gathered the Nagor's army into the ruins, and the Dread Spearmen had completely filled the fields in front of the enemy's position.
"Opportunity!" Malus observed for a long time and finally saw a loophole. The Dread Lord is the key. If he falls, the current resistance may quickly collapse.
At this time, the flag on the right wing of the Nagor was retreating. The ruthless arrows had already cost this thousand-man team a terrible price. Based on the uneven numbers, Malus estimated that this thousand-man team had lost half of its troops. combat power. The Dread Spearmen retreated in an orderly manner. They continued to fight with all their strength in the face of the enemy's pursuit, but they could not restore their decline.
In the center, Hagrid Grave's troops actually began to give in and retreat. Unfortunately, the swordsman had already retreated into the formation. Just as the Dread Spearmen of the Nagol rushed forward, the concealed Black Sharp Crossbowmen dispersed into several small teams and began to fire with fierce crossfire, shooting in the side direction without shield protection.
Malus watched in horror as the Nagor's huge force shrank visibly in front of him.
At this moment, the horn of Nagor's army sounded again, and the animal trainer began to whip and drive away the war hydra. The hungry war hydra roared and attacked.
"Attack! Forward!" Malus felt the ground trembling under his feet. He quickly glanced at the activated war hydra and shouted directly. He was ready to follow the pace of the war hydra and rush in to kill the opponent's fear lord. solved.
On the way to the charge, Malus was distracted. He felt a little ironic. The first time he commanded the Cold Lizard Dread Knights to fight, it was actually the Nagor, while the opponent was. . . This was completely different from what he had first thought.
The heavily armed cold lizard knights held the Soul Eater high and crossed the ridge and began to jog. Malus, who was at the forefront, shouted again, and the cold lizard knights began to speed up.
In the center, the Dread Spearmen of the Nagor quickly separated in a hurry, but most of them had no time to react and were directly melted by the breath of the war hydra. Some of them entered the stomach, and most of them were trampled into pieces. Got minced meat.
The long slope was conducive to charging. The cold lizard knights of the Nagor had already completed the distance in a short period of time. The enemy's arrows began to roar into the team, and there were constant dings from shields and heavy armors. There was a sound, and from time to time, a cold lizard knight fell down and was stepped on by the cold lizard following behind.
As the giant beasts and cold lizard knights charged, Hagrid Grave's army in the center fell apart. The soldiers' fear replaced discipline, and they turned around and ran away. The Nagor's few remaining Dreadspearmen gave a cry of victory and pressed on, killing as much as they could.
Malus felt that with this wave of war hydras, the losses of the Nagor army were greater than the casualties caused by the previous fight. He had no time to think too much, because he was already very close to the fear lord.
Twenty meters away, Malus raised his sword again and swept down. The cold lizard knights responded with a furious roar.
Facing the charge of the Cold Lizard Knights following the Nagor, Hagrid Grave's army collapsed even faster. The soldiers at the back screamed in terror and ran as hard as they could.
At the moment of impact, harsh crashes and hysterical screams echoed throughout the battlefield, and the tip of the Soul Eater aimed at the escaping soldiers' backs and pierced them wantonly. The cold lizard kept biting armor, flesh and bones. In the distance, a cold lizard roared in agony. Blood splattered and exploded around Malus, and the soldiers fell beneath the cold lizard, their bodies torn apart like rag dolls.
"Forward, knights! Forward!" Malus slashed his sword towards a Black Sharp Repeater Crossbowman on the right. He found the gap between the bottom of the Black Sharp Repeater's helmet and the back plate, and directly Cut off the neck of the Black Rui Crossbowman. He pulled out the sword, raised the bloody sword above his head and roared.
Trumpets blew wildly in the air around Malus as the enemy was driven back by a furious charge.
The Dreadlord of Hagrid Grave pulled a heavy long-handled mace from his saddle, his black steel armor was finely crafted and engraved with powerful runes, and his face was hidden by an ornate helm. From behind, he stared at Malus who was coming towards him.
Malus was convinced that the Dread Lord was one of his father's main retainers and a powerful nobleman in his own right, because the mace was so conspicuous.
The Dread Lord's retinue rushed forward, trying to stand between Malus and their lord.
Malus was fighting with these retinues, and his cold lizard knights also followed and started to fight each other. The cold lizards under their crotches lost their previous violence and stared at them with big eyes and small eyes, not showing any signs of it. There is no intention of biting.
Malus cursed and used all his strength to stab a subordinate on the head. The tip of his sword got directly into the eye slit of the subordinate's helmet and penetrated into the subordinate's skull. When the slave screamed and twitched, blood and liquid flowed out along the sword's blade. He tried hard to pull the sword out, but he couldn't pull it out, as if it was stuck there.
Just then, something hit the back of his helmet with a ripping sound and everything went black.
The next step may be instability and moving.
(End of chapter)