Victory in the thirty-three quarters

"Be brave! Be braver!" Ashu Rufate shouted. He knew that he could do nothing, so he could only shout with all his strength and try to boost morale. The knights and militia carrying the shield raised their shields to protect themselves, but more people could only watch the muzzles of the continuous fires of the muzzles. The bullets ruthlessly rage among the crowd, bringing blood and screams. Groups of coalition soldiers fell under the muzzles. Two of them hit Ashu Rufate's chest, but due to angle problems, they were bounced away by their armor.

This strike is not only in terms of casualties, but also in terms of spirituality. If the knights who were incorporated into the militia team were not involved in the militia, they would probably immediately disintegrate the militia. But the knights strictly supervised the militia around them, making them afraid to escape.

After this short interval, the coalition immediately began to fight back. The archers behind the battle formation shot arrows into the sky and used the falling arrows to shoot many musketeers who were too close to each other. Although the revolver fired eight to ten bullets at a time, so many bullets were required to load each load. Their loading speed determined that they could not launch the second round of attack. The remaining musketeers immediately evacuated and put the space and the knights behind them.

This is the decisive attack. After a series of attacks by the half-griff cavalry and musketeers, the central phalanx of the coalition forces is now full of casualties. The knights can force the militia not to escape, but they cannot help the militia who lack training restore the formation in time. Just at a precious moment when the central franchise has not yet been re-arranged, the elite knights of Paro rushed up like a wave.

At this time, the battle on the left wing had already been decided. After tenacious resistance, Paro's infantry was finally defeated by the knights. The surviving soldiers completely collapsed in fighting spirit, and they left their weapons to flee in scattered, and like all the defeated soldiers, the knights were allowed to kill. Except for a small number of the victorious knights continued to pursue the enemy, the rest bypassed the rear of Paro's army and tried to support the friendly forces on the right wing.

But it was too late and nothing could change the situation. Nicholas turned his gaze back to the central front. Nicholas watched his troops lined up in a tight square, pressing towards the enemy like an iron wall. He knew that this round of attack would inevitably completely crush the enemy's resistance - no matter what these militia did, whether they escaped or resisted on the spot, they would have to collapse this time.

As he expected, in the face of this last and fatal blow, the coalition forces were shaken. Whether it was the militia or the walking knights, they turned around and fled backwards. However, human legs could not compete with the four legs of war horses. They could not escape far and would be caught up, and then they would turn into a one-sided massacre...

An incredible scene occurred. Behind the militia's rapid retreat, there was a row of sharp wooden stakes. Infantry could easily pass through the intervals of the wooden stakes, like running water passing through bamboo strips, but the cavalry could not do this.

In an instant, the torrent of steel was suppressed in the screams of death. The Paro Knights in the charge could not hold back the horses in time. The crowds of people and horses collided on the ruthless wooden stakes of horses. Either the people were pierced together, or the horses were pierced, and the people fell forward. The two rows of knights in front had almost the same fate, and none of them were spared. The knights behind them collided on the corpse in front, and for a while, the people were overturned and in chaos.

"Hurry up, counterattack back!" Ashurufat raised his long sword and shouted loudly. This is a rare fighter. Even the militia who almost collapsed before suddenly regained their courage and rushed forward again. With the refusal of horses as the center line, the two sides tangled and killed each other again. However, this time the militia were the militiamen. Paro's knights were in chaos and fought for themselves. Many knights who were thrown off their horses were killed by the militias without even the chance to get up.

Once the knights cannot play their advantage in charge, the battle becomes a battle. On the entire front, there are wailing everywhere and the sound of killing is shocking. The Paro Knights were crowded in a group before and could not play the advantage of the cavalry. At this time, the battle suffered a great loss. If they could protect themselves, they could not protect the war horses.

Seeing this situation, Nicholas sent his last troops to lead the infantry to join the battle. Now the superiority slipped away from the coalition again. No matter how hard the militia fought, no matter how the knights urged the resistance, no matter how the archers provided fire support, they were still oppressed and retreated step by step in front of the superior enemy.

Only at this moment did the value of the knights be revealed. The knights were mixed in the militia and fought hard, like high-energy materials in bulletproof glass, absorbing the enemy's impact little by little to prevent the entire front from being completely disintegrated.

At this time, the battle on the right wing also decided to win. Although Paro's officers tried their best, the enemy's detour from behind still shattered the soldiers' courage to resist. The knights attacked each other forward and backward, and a fierce attack defeated Paro's army.

Every clear-headed person can see that the outcome of this battle is at this moment. If the central government of the coalition forces can support friendly forces on both sides to return to aid, then they will be in sight; on the contrary, if the Paro people can defeat the central government of the coalition forces first, then the final victory will belong to Paro.

Ash Rufate swung his magical giant sword and rushed left and right in the battlefield, invincible. As long as there was an unstable crisis on the front line, he rushed to wherever he used his sword to spread death. He kept shouting the names of the captains of the team, inspiring them to fight bravely. Blood and flesh had already splashed all over his body, and his violent posture was not only the enemy, but also the friendly forces retreated because of horror.

He had long forgotten how many enemies he had killed under the sword. When he was in charge of defending the city at Derek, perhaps the number of people killed in a day's fierce battle was not as high as that in a quarter of an hour. Steel, flesh, bones, and everything scattered under the sword, but his body was not exhausted, only infinite anger and bloodthirsty fanaticism filled his mind.

More than one Paro officer tried to stop him, but he gained nothing but lost his life under his sword. Then he saw an enemy general who, surrounded by many soldiers, smashed into the militia array like an iron ball. These enemies were all knights, all of them entering the coalition front like wolves and tigers, and like unstoppable force.

Ashu Rufate rushed forward, and the leading Paro knight blocked it with a shield, but was killed by him and his sword with his shield. He continued to rush forward, and at this time the enemy's general also discovered him.

He recognized that the young general had a lightning emblem of the Paro royal family on his breastplate. The ordinary Paro knight did not carve his own emblem on his breastplate. This habit made it easy for people to judge which officer was, whether it was an enemy or a friendly army.

The young general held a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. Although he was tightly surrounded by his subordinates, his body was covered with blood. He noticed that Ash Rufate was rushing towards him and was in a defensive position. However, four Paro knights rushed up and stood in front of Ash Rufate. These people were not ordinary knights, and their combat skills were particularly strong. With the cooperation of each other, even Ash Rufate could not rush over for a while. Seeing that Paro's young general was about to leave.

"You, let's compete with my sword!" Ashu Rufat took a little step back and pointed the giant sword in his hand at the young royal general.

...

When Paro failed to defeat the central government of the coalition forces for three consecutive waves, the outcome of the battle was actually decided. There was almost no suspense about what happened next. When Casillos and Saint Gene's knights lined up in a cavalry battle formation and were preparing to launch an attack from the rear, Paro's army immediately showed obvious wavering, and more than one soldier fled from the battlefield at this time. Then, the knight shouted the battle quotation and rushed to the enemy from the side and rear, closing the wings from the iron pliers, and instantly smashed the Paro's resistance. This defeat was so terrible that even Paro's commander Prince Nicholas was killed in the chaos. However, there were some records that he seemed to die in a duel on the battlefield, and his opponent was unknown.

Prince Nicholas was still very young when he died. He was recognized as the most talented among the Paro royal family (although he lost to Thomas, strictly speaking, this is not a shame). Many people believe that in time, this prince could grow into a famous general. Unfortunately, history did not give him this opportunity. After the prince's death, the Paro people did not even have the chance to gather the defeated army (of course, it is hard to imagine that a experienced general like Thomas actually left the enemy a chance to counterattack).

Thomas caught up all the way and chased Paro's defeated soldiers for more than ten miles away. It is said that he ordered the withdrawal of troops until his mount was out of support. The 30,000 Paro's army was defeated. According to relevant records, at least 10,000 people were killed in battle and 10,000 were captured.

Now, the Paro people are paying the price for their mistakes. Wolf mouth Castle has become the next target of the ambitious veteran Thomas. Decades ago, it was Thomas who captured the strong city for Casillos...

——Excerpt from "History of the Stigia War"

Ashrufate took off his helmet covered in blood from his head. This helmet really played a lot today, leaving at least one bullet, two spears, and an unknown number of sword strikes. He threw the helmet to a servant, and then realized that there was a large crack caused by a battle axe on his breastplate at some point. One of the wings of the Blood Dragon Emblem was cut off.

The strength of the axe cut was added to three points, and I'm afraid Ash Rufate would have to lose his money today. Ash Rufate couldn't even remember who cut his axe.

The knights who were chasing the enemy were still returning to the camp in groups of three or three. Everyone was tired but extremely excited, holding distorted and broken weapons in their hands. Except for blunt weapons such as warhammers, almost no one had the weapons in their hands. I'm afraid the blacksmiths in the army would be busy.

Today they achieved a brilliant victory, which was more intoxicating than all the fine wines.

Ashurufate took off his breastplate and threw it to the servant, and walked back to his command tent. Leo and others were waiting for him, and everyone was in the eyes of the ecstasy after victory and exhaustion.

"It's too late today. Lord Earl, let's hold another celebration banquet tomorrow at noon." Someone suggested.

"There is no time for celebration." Ashrufate replied, "I ordered the entire army to prepare. We will set off immediately tomorrow morning and march quickly. The target is Langkou Castle!"

He noticed that all his eyes were filled with surprise and confusion, and even a little...anger.

"Have any new information been received?" a subordinate asked hesitantly. "Does the Paro people have any new actions? They have not been taught enough by us? A new enemy has come? The Church of True God has sent reinforcements to the Paro people?"

"No, no." Ashu Rufate replied simply. "But the soldiers are very fast, and there are still many Paro people in the Wolfkou Castle."

There was an undisguised bloody tone in his voice, which made several of his subordinates look at each other.

"Sir, what else do you want? If the scale of victory in the war should be calculated by the enemy's death numbers, then you could have put the name in history long ago." The speaker was a knight of Saint Gene.

"I want Wolfmouth Castle!" Ash Rufate replied. "I want to seize it as soon as possible, at all costs!"
Chapter completed!