Vol 5 Chapter 100: Win, lose, die

On the day of fire, the blood was red.
The moment the five thousand silver armor rode into the Centaur formation, the entire battlefield was momentarily disturbed and torn apart. With the slow advance of the infantry phalanx, the Centaur partial army on the battlefield had been completely frightened by the blocking , I do n’t know why.
After the projection position was destroyed, the main force of the Centaur Army was the four flags, especially the Chiyan Banner and the Hankong Banner, still fighting hard to fight, fighting bravely, and curbing the momentum of the Yinjia Xiaoqi Charge.
In the case of never being able to tear apart the enemy array, Seth Braha had to choose to break through; but he was greeted by a screaming shot from all directions-the centaurs seemed to have completely ignored their own lives Shooting a silver armor, even dare to shoot directly from behind his robe.
In the chaotic battlefield, the silver armor and the saddle horse continued to die, and the Count Braha could only pull his javelin through his ribs and screamed to gather as many cavalry as possible.
However, just like the Boi people are well aware of the threat of reinstalling the centaur, the centaurs are also very aware of the terrible consequences once the silver armored fighters break through.
Tens of thousands of Chiyan Banner and Hankong Banner Centaurs, like the same bloodless Poihorse cavalry before, sternly blocked the silver armor's charge from the front.
After a series of violent collisions, a centaur was continuously crashed into the air, or was cut off by a knight's sword that had been hacked; there were also silver armoured horsemen who were dragged down from the war horses, and they were trampled under the horseshoes of both sides. Meat paste.
But this is enough, so that is enough.
Seth Braha, who was still in a desperate charge, was thinking so.
The elite main force of two thousand four flags with only five thousand silver armor and a half-man dragging a half-man immediately is enough to reverse the strength comparison of the battlefield ... and when the Central Military Array is contained, the strength of the enemy can be put into the battlefield will also be extremely limited of.
As long as he persists, Duke Laszlo Varna can win the war.
He knew that he had to bring these five thousand brothers to death; if it was death, he must die with value, and paved the way to victory with flesh and blood.
Even if ... is to lose my life!
"Warriors of the Great Green Sea, charge with me--!"
Earl Braha, whose expression was so fierce, threw away the broken heavy spear in his hand, and the long knife came out of the sheath; his hand fell from the knife, and the Centaur rushed towards him with a battle axe and his head fell to the ground.
"Let them pay for their blood -----"
At the same time, the defeated Centaur army regrouped and rushed into the battlefield to engage with Poi's rifle phalanx; and constantly tried his best to bypass the front and tear the front line of the Poi's army.
At first, the lance phalanx could barely cope with it, but more and more enemies, and more and more fearless to death; a dozen or even dozens of centaurs wielding long-handled axe, can directly rush into the rifle formation and infantry directly. , Also to tear a gap.
After losing nearly half of the legion's strength in succession, Harlem van Azamal had to order the Phalanx to stabilize the position first and not to continue the offensive.
After all, this alchemist master is not a true commander, and no Grand Duke Varna can watch the cruelty of the soldiers to death ... Besides, the phalanx line that can continue to advance at present has become the key to stabilize the victory, and can not afford the loss.
With the stagnation of the frontal battlefield, the entire battle situation also began to enter a stalemate; just as the Phalanx infantry began to stabilize its position, the main force of the Hussars of the Poi Army also began to advance, launching a charge from the gap between the Phalanx and the two wings, gradually The steady frontal army that defeated the enemy.
With the help of a solid line of arms, Duke Laszlo Varna was finally able to gradually shrink the battlefield, squeezing the living space of the Centaur Army, so that they had no maneuverable range except the frontal charge.
A maneuvering war that was supposed to be dominated by cavalry eventually turned into a positional battle of attack and annihilation-and its appearance is not good, and the strength of the phalanx infantry is uneven, but it has become the focus of this war. .
As long as the Centaurs can't break the pike phalanx, they can't cause substantial damage to the Poi's army; and if they want to break the phalanx, they must attack both wings, but then they will encounter the main force of Poe's hussars.
Yes, this is an endless loop.
This is the real layout of Laszlo Varna ... Centaur Barbarians absolutely can't imagine that as the leader of the horseback, they will use the phalanx infantry-based tactics to harden this victory!
The elite 10,000-horse Centaurs died without burial; the expensive projectile weapon positions were completely destroyed by the silver armored cavalry, the elite main forces were pinned, and the remaining soldiers on the front could not break the long-gun square.
Centaurs, I really want to ask you face to face, may I ask ...
What are you going to use to win me? !
The sun rising above the sky gradually sinks west, leaving a long shadow on the face of Laszlo Varna's grimace;
As the battle gradually entered into anxiety, even the sound of fighting sounded exhausted unconsciously; there were heralds waving flags galloping on the battlefield to convey the frontline situation to the ear of Duke Poi.
The advancement of the front line also led to the continuous sending of wounded soldiers from the front line, and the screams and wailings that followed one after another almost covered the sound of crying and fighting in the distant battlefield;
But Laszlo Varna, standing under the scimitar horse, still looked coldly at the battlefield covered with smoke and blood, and coldly watched the soldiers on both sides fighting on the bones of each other's robes, and remained immobile from beginning to end.
He was waiting, and the enemy couldn't help it.
The battle has been going from morning to evening. The front-line fighters of both sides have fought for no less than six or seven hours. Their physical strength and morale have reached their limits. The fighting army and corpses have almost filled the entire battlefield. There is no more space to fill. The new army is here.
Under such tragic and peaceful fighting, there is only one way to break the deadlock ... mobilize all the remaining troops and rush out to launch a full-line attack.
But this is also like a gambler who put the last chip on the table. As long as the expected effect is not obtained, or his offensive is blocked, then the next face is the counterattack of the enemy's new force.
So Laszlo Varna decided to wait until the enemy couldn't help it ... After smashing five thousand silver armor, he no longer had the trump card to reverse the battle, and the number of hussars under his command was far behind. Centaurs are much more.
So come on, you beast, come with me and let go.
At this moment ...
"Kill the two-legged man !!!!!!

Like a thunder on the ground, the roar of the Centaur sounded on the other end of the battlefield.
Duke Varna's pupils shrank.
The roaring horseshoe sounded with the endless battle howl, the dense sea-like army of centaurs poured down like a flood that broke through the levee, and rushed towards the line of the Poi army.
In the distant battlefield, the figure of the silver armored warriors fighting bloodlessly has disappeared without a trace.
"It's now--!"
The excited Laszlo Varna was almost insane, holding up the "iron ride" long sword excitedly, turning his horse head towards the back; staying there was the army of 40,000 hussars who had been waiting for a whole day.
This elite, who should have been on the battlefield long ago, was held by him to this moment.
"Boy's sons!"
Grandpa Varna's thrilling excitement made the hussars startled, looking towards the old and vigorous figure.
"The enemy's last power has rushed towards us. This is the last counterattack of the barbarians, and their last struggle before death; they want to use this momentum to frighten us and defeat us."
"Tell me, can they?"
"Can't ------ !!!!!!"
The unwilling and angry roar resounded through the clouds.
"Now is the time for a showdown, now is the time to die for Boye!" Raising his long sword, Laszlo Varna squeezed the reins and raised his front hooves towards the battlefield:
"Boy-follow me to death-!"
"eye for eye------------!!!!"
At the next moment, all the Boi people pulled out their sabers and followed the figure of Grand Duke Varna, rushing towards the battlefield.
The last power of the Boi and Centaurs rushed to the battlefield unreservedly, rushing towards each other.
Won.
Even if there are 100,000 male soldiers in the hands of the opposite Centaur Khan, even if they can die like the elite centaur before them, they will die under the fire and the sky ... It is destined not to reverse the battle.
Because war has never been a digital game, and no one ’s army will win more.
War is a game of confidence and advantage.
Who can always control the situation, who can make their army always believe that they are the party destined to victory, and who can let the soldiers fall to the ground and die, they will not forget to cry for battle ... Who can win, who is the winner !
Under this final offensive, the army of centaurs blocked by the rifle squadron instantly became torn apart, forming a chaos and fighting each other; the hussars took advantage of the situation to continuously tear one gap after another, long drives straight in; the gap continued Expand, expand again ... until the entire Centaur formation is completely penetrated!
The Centaurs still do not have any posture of surrender or defeat, even if the front line collapses still fighting desperately ... but this is not enough to reverse the situation.
Gradually, the battle changed from a confrontation at the beginning to a one-sided slaughter; the entire Centaur army was slaughtered, and the hussars who rushed back and forth aimed at the remnants of the Centaur who began to turn and flee.
However, the victory was almost within reach, but a strange feeling began to flood the mind of Grand Duke Varna.
Not right.
The whole battle is from beginning to end ... He has never seen the flag of the Centaur Khan, nor his figure.
Even at the moment of the final charge, it never happened.
But how is this possible?
An army, an army as large as tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, the commander-in-chief must even be the most conspicuous one-otherwise how should he make the soldiers have the courage to fight and how to command his army?
So why, why is Centaur Khan not on the battlefield?
Was he killed by a knight? So why hasn't the Centaur Army collapsed, and it has even been able to fight until now?
what is this? !
"Duke! Duke-!!!!!!"
A rapid gurgle rang from behind, and Laszlo Varna turned around and saw the excited Master Azhamai rushing towards himself.
The next second, his eyes shrank instinctively.
Although I didn't see clearly, I could only vaguely perceive ... but there was indeed an unknown omen, as if a huge dark shadow was gradually approaching from the rear of the battlefield.
It turned out to be ... Is it the enemy's ambush, wait until this moment to really launch, but why didn't his own scout before ...
"It's those elite heavy armored centaurs, and they are alive again !!!"
Desperately suppressing the tremor in his voice, Master Achamai, who was full of fear and shock on his face, rushed directly to the Duke:
"I don't know how they did it, but the centaur is no longer a living thing, but a monster twisted by the void, he ... they are slaughtering our warriors!"
what? !
Grand Duke Varna's eyes widened.
Blood spewed, broken limbs broke, and the head fell to the ground.
It's just a blink of an eye, suddenly killed from behind, the supposedly dead "Centaur", slaughtering the Boi fighters who are struggling to die.
But no matter how hard they fight, even if they penetrate the enemy's heart with sabers and spears, these "monsters" can continue to slaughter the gradually collapsed front as if nothing happened.
The back line of the entire battlefield has been completely reduced to a slaughterhouse. With the screams of horror, horror wailing one after another, weird and shady shadows, the broken limbs and arms are "rolling" in the blood of the corpse mountains like waves.
It wasn't until this moment that Laszlo Varna really saw the appearance of those scary monsters.
And when his eyes crossed the battlefield behind him, another black shadow appeared at the end of the horizon ... even if it was not clear, he immediately guessed who it was.
Da Khan of the Centaur Tribe ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The leader of the Chiyan Banner, Chakal.
"Chakar-!!!!!!"
Varna roared with exhaustion, his red eyes unable to express his anger at the moment.
"Duke, Duke, we must retreat!" Master Ashamai hurriedly grabbed him and shouted desperately: "Now the retreat is still too late, otherwise once the enemy still hides the ambush, the entire army of 100,000 people including you, just There really is no place to die! "
"Escape, where to escape?" However, Grand Duke Varna just stared at him fiercely: "Now is the time for a showdown, once retreat it will become a total defeat, we really have no chance!"
Having said that, Laszlo Varna raised his long "iron rider" long knife again and shouted desolately:
"Boy's sons-follow me to death-!!!!!!"
The moment the words fell, behind the Poi army, countless horror roars sounded throughout the battlefield, and thousands of Centaur warriors poured down like a torrent!