Chapter 10 Battle of Red Square

In the early morning of the cold winter.

The cold wind blowing on the plateau in the northwest of Mount Hallelujah is wrapped in the floating water vapor on the glacier and flows along the waterfall and river to the Red Square.

A layer of mist shrouded the ice sheet on both sides of the Rhine.

Maglin has already worn his armor and placed the swords, bows and arrows according to the position taught by Harlem, and placed them reasonably. The two dark red eyes on the helmet of Aleusus's armor shone faintly. Maglin sat there quietly like this. The clothes changed yesterday were neatly folded in the package and bandaged.

He sat like this, recalling the deeper magic given to him by Eurofield at night.

You can use the magic in the crystal and small magic array that reserve magic to resonate with the murderous spirit of the outside world. It doesn't consume your own mental power, but you can send out the guidance of the power of the attack.

The magic ability of a third-level magician.

Orofield, who was hidden in the middle of his eyebrows, engraved his knowledge in Maglin's mind, told him to go to bed after a few words. When he wrote it gently, Maglin would never forget it.

With the manipulation of his breath and the critical resonance in his mind, the magic crystals on his head and shoulders are as if they have life, connected to his breath and emit a faint light.

The horn of the Lamore Legion Regiment sounded outside the account.

This is the beginning of another day. Maybe the next second, maybe an hour later, there will be shouts in the wind in front of you. There were a lot of people in the camp shrouded in fog.

Many soldiers are making final preparations.

The deeper the winter, the thicker the icefield, the more fierce the barbarians, and the greater the sacrifice. Around the end of this year, I don't know how many warriors will separate heaven and man forever, but this is the fate of soldiers.

The fate of this mainland soldier. Under the conspiracy of God.

The ignorant lambs on both sides are praying spontaneously, simple and powerful. Slogans came one by one: "Odin bless!"

The barbarians on the opposite side will also send a similar prayer command.

Sad!

Taking another deep breath, he felt that his mental strength had been adjusted to the best state. Maglin stood up and opened the account. Almost at about the same time, a Lamor's own soldier was coming this way.

Then he motioned to Maiglin. The soldier took him to the long-range attack position composed of several catapults in front of him.

Tens of thousands of defense forces are crisscrossing chariots, crossbows, trains, throwing stones, trenches, antlers and so on.

The military array is also more grand because of its equipment and defense design.

There are three or four miles in radius.

Forward here, it is a bulge on the south bank, and the distance between the front and the other side is no more than two and a half miles. Maglin followed his own soldiers forward and then forward.

has been under the military flag of the first platoon. A middle-aged lieutenant officer was looking ahead with his hands behind his back. There are a lot of defensive equipment around, and there are quartermasters busy there.

The once turbulent river was frozen by the cold between heaven and earth in front of him, and the sound of water under the ice could be faintly heard, but the wind quickly covered everything.

"Censor Yasen."

"Are you coming? This is Sergeant Maglin, isn't it?" The officer turned around and looked coldly at Maigreen with narrow and sharp eyes.

He doesn't seem to flatter Lamore's own soldiers. Lamore's legion soldiers inherited the leader's style, the same unsmiling, concise, and a little impersonal.

On the contrary, this personal soldier has great respect for Yasen.

He replied respectfully, "Shir, the general ordered me to send him."

"Go ahead."

"Yes, sir."

The soldier turned around and left without looking at Maglin. Maglin stood straight. And he found that in the low-lying area in front of Yasen, a group of soldiers were checking each other's equipment. There was a shadow flashing in the thick fog farther away, which was the elite of the team on guard for his colleagues in the defense area.

Intermediate lieutenant, a thousand-person team.

This unit is facing the other side, in the forefront and center of its own army. The infantry in the front is equipped to the extreme, with a heavy shield and a long sword.

Although the number of archers behind is not large, they are also fierce.

The thousand-person team is equipped with various defense equipment, which is clearly arranged and clearly in this area.

It seems to be the iron wall in the Lamore Iron Wall Army.

"Hone, sir." Maglin didn't put down his hand after salute.

He didn't put it down until Yasen returned the gift.

Assen, like everyone else, looked at Maiglin deeply again. He exhaled a white breath, patted the hem of his robe, walked to Maglin in front of him and said in a low voice, "You have just arrived in the army, and you haven't run in with my subordinates. War is not a child's play, Sergeant Maglin.

"There it is."

"You can join the archer sequence for the time being. I heard that you have the same heart?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go ahead. The first one on the left side of the first row.

Maglin turned around and walked forward. He walked into the column of archers in front of the high place of Yasen Station and stood on the leftmost position of the first row.

Almost at the same time, the sergeant of the bow and arrow team moved, and a row of 20 archers moved neatly to one side. At the same time, Maglin heard the four rows of archers behind him also move.

Intersect each other and are connected to the previous infantry array again.

No one looks at Maglin more, just like air.

Maglin also calmed down his heart and stood like them. The thick fog in front of him was slowly blowing away, and a figure came back from the ice one after another.

Several flags in their hands swayed in the direction of the officer, indicating that they had not found the enemy.

Yasen waved his hand: "The stone hit the fire oil and provoked the attack. Today, I'm going to go to the other side and cut some heads back!"

"Yes, sir."

This is the answer of a thousand people. From the surrounding area to the distance, there was no movement from the troops in other areas. Maglin felt that this was the plan arranged by Lamor yesterday.

Kill to the wilderness?

Maglin's hand clenched and looked coldly at the front, wanting to see what the world was like after the white that had not yet dissipated.

Under the army behind him, the catapult was making a creaking sound on the noose. An officer ordered: "Range 600 meters, load."

"Ignite the fire."

"Prepare, let go!"

A long command did not disperse, and there was a sound of ping-pong behind him. It was the soldier hammering the top of the throwing arm, and then a sound of wind was heard.

Ten balls of fire oil roared, quickly crossed the top of the head, then pulled out black smoke into the sky, and smashed it into the ice 600 meters away. A ball of fire oil hit the ice, and the shell wrapped in the fire oil broke, and a line of fire was scattered on the ice in an instant.

In a blink of an eye, it danced into a wall of fire in the wind.

The fire oil does not go out when it is exposed to water, and the surface of the ice begins to melt. Wherever the ice water flows, the fire oil burns there, and the wall of fire gradually turns into a huge burning brazier. The fog was driven away by the burning of the fire and gradually dispersed.

Standing on the defensive slope and looking ahead, an empty ring appeared in the white cold fog, below is ice and fire, and the top is opposite the shore.

Yasen quickly issued an order: "Two preparations. Three-layer attack."

On the other side, the dark one is the head! The barbarians also gathered a large number of people there, preparing for a dignified attack, using elites to consume iron walls.

After the cold wind last night, the seasonal icefield is more than three minutes thick every day. Now this ice surface can withstand the weight of a large number of people and horses.

"Odin bless!" Lieutenant Yasen roared that he was boosting morale.

The whole thousand-person team roared and responded, and the surrounding friends and neighbors also responded. The roar of the soldiers of the Rose Empire resounded over the Red Square. It spread all the way to the other side and to the rear.

Duke Robert looked up at the distance: "It seems that they have begun to play with their lives today."

Hundreds of years ago, they were deceived by the dark elves in the name of gods and raised them as livestock. Since the beginning of tribal civilization, they have completely entered the era of complete slavery.

Barbarians no longer have the opportunity to develop their own civilization, although they claim to be empires.

So far, the barbarians, a country created for killing, have been fighting with Rose for many years. Completely ignorant by the dark elves, they yearn for the battlefield and are not afraid of death. They believe in Odin and follow the dark elves without regret, because they can't understand the life of the "evil" rose empire at all.

They only know that the South Bank is rich and warm. A group of thieves stole there. They are not afraid of death in battle and bravely kill all the roses, because after death, they can get the grace of the gods. If they don't die, they can also get the rewards and promotion of elves, such as eating multiple pieces of meat, sleeping more women, or more slaves under their subordinates. Something like that.

Barbarians are as ferocious to the outside and inside. In addition to the collective slaves of the elves, the internal relationship between them is between slaves and slave owners. Within the rules set by the elves, the slaves work hard to turn over and become big slaves. And before you can turn over, you will be willing to work hard and complain.

This kind of strict compliance with the level, which makes the roses despise and fearful.

In this way, under the so-called combat power in the eyes of the Rose Man, the barbarians burst out with great energy.

The Rose Empire was exhausted by the high livestock ruled by this group of dark elves. Meglin once heard some complaints from Wells. He said that the methods of the foolish people of the damn Holy See are much worse than those of the dark elves. One day he will raise the idiots of the Holy See as animals, so that they can also experience the touch of pure faith.

Think of that old bastard Winnie. Maglin wants to laugh a little. The tension before the war also eased a little.

When I went to the battlefield for the first time, I did not experience the grinding of the auxiliary soldiers, did not help the soldiers of the main force clean the battlefield, or did not follow the knights to harvest their heads.

Such soldiers are extremely conspicuous among veterans.

Any veteran will have an instinctive distrust of the new recruits around him. Soldiers can't be ambiguous on the battlefield. On the battlefield of swords and shadows, the soldiers of the two armies hit, block, slash, and face each other side by side. No matter how tight the initial formation is, it will always become a little chaotic in the end.

At this time, it depends on the cooperation of the comrades-in-arms around you.

New recruit, okay?

Everyone remembers what he looked like when he first went to the battlefield. When he became a veteran, he would think of his scene when he saw the new recruits. In the eyes of veterans, the new recruit is not an enemy or a comrade-in-arms, but a burden!

Therefore, Lamor secretly ordered Lieutenant Yasen to let Maglin serve as archers and told him that comoral Maglin's archery was still good. This will neither violate the order of the Duke nor make Maglin cause trouble for everyone.

Asen even stood not far from Meglin, and Meglin didn't know that five of the soldiers in front of him were actually standing there to protect him. He didn't understand the subtlety of the battlefield at all. He thought he had integrated into a whole, at least it looked like this.

Yasen was a little worried that when the barbarian attacked, when the archer fired a bow and arrow, the boy would nervously shoot the arrow on his comrade's buttocks. So several soldiers in front of him had a layer of silk cloth on the backs of their armor. Maglin's current calmness did not impress Assen. Ashen saw many idiots who calm down and panicked on the opposite side of the enemy before the enemy came up.

I hope Maglin is not.

Maiglin didn't notice much that an archer beside him was looking at the famous bow in his hand jealously. The archer Del was ordered to be there. Once he found the fool around him shooting randomly, he would go up and take down the bow and arrow. He couldn't let the brother in front of him die in the hands of such a young master soldier.

Maglin didn't know anything about this. His eyes were sharp. He looked very calmly at the barbarian in front of him shouting a low horn and slowly surged up to the ice.

There were barbarians squatting down in the front row, and these guys holding wooden shields explored the way on the ice, howling every ten meters they entered.

These teams fanned in front of the Barbarian Brigade, about 30 meters ahead of their troops, all the way to the center of the river, they became more and more careful.

But the ice is already very strong. It is strong enough to withstand burning and throwing stones, if it can be thrown so far. In the cold night under the fog, those guys of Rose didn't have the energy or the courage to do anything on the ice. Well, if the movement is too big, the dark magicians in the night are not vegetarian.

Go ahead, Odin's servants.

"Wow!"

Odin's army roared after the battle. The barbarians howled neatly and then accelerated their pace.

On a new day of war, on the continent under the control of the pseudo-god, believers on both sides of the Taiwan Strait began another consumption, meaningless consumption!

The drum sound of the drum is crisper than that of Rose's drum. The howling of the barbarians was wave after wave. Some of them were wearing armor, some were wearing leather armor, some were wearing a piece of animal skin, and some even directly ** their upper bodies, so they rushed this way with a variety of weapons.

The strong physique and living habits in the north make them run fast on the ice without any discomfort. Maglin can see some barbarians sliding in the process to save physical strength.

"Are these guys idiots who are the archers of the Rose Empire?"

Maglin is suspecting that Yasen's military order sounded: "A gravel is ready, two fire oil, and one or three stones are thrown on. Four strokes."

"Yes."

"The archer is ready."

"Yes."

Maglin looked slightly and saw that the soldiers around him took out the arrow, but there was no upper string. The barbarian still had a long way to go. This is the attack range of the catapult.

"Shitou chariot, one group, release!"

Five or six dark shadows rushed over the top of their heads, and then scattered countless rubble in the air. They were punched big and smashed at the barbarians. For a moment, it was like a stone rain on the ice.

No matter how strong you wear armor or how strong you are, you will suffer a lot of trauma if you are hit by so many stones.

The barbarians also moved, and a voice shouted. The barbarians neatly raised their shields above their heads, and then screamed and sprinted forward.

"ignite, release." This is the fire oil from the second group of catapults.

After entering the calculation, the fire oil roared and accurately fell on the head of the barbarian who was running forward. You can see some barbarians burning all over, and then howling to the end.

The barbarians in the back row cut out their weapons fiercely against the fireman.

After a few steps of running, the screams of the barbarians on the opposite side completely disappeared, the footsteps were still firm, and the barbarians who escaped two attacks continued to move forward.

"Pray!"

Finally, it was a little slower than the previous two. Taking advantage of the time of the two fire oil attacks, the first group of stone-throwing cars that smashed out the gravel and the third rock-throwing car smashed out the last piece. The curvature is not too large, much smaller than the previous curvature, but the attack density of the two groups of catapults is much higher.

Maglin looked at more than a dozen round rolling stones with a radius of half a person and flew out. Facing the other party's way, it fell heavily not far in front of them, smashed a cloud of ice on the ice, and then clumsily bounced up, and then rolled forward. On the way forward, they are still constantly colliding with each other.

After a reasonable calculation, more than a dozen rolling stones completely intercepted the way forward of the barbarians. The barbarians avoided awkwardly, and some of them didn't have time to dodge. In a blink of an eye, they were knocked away or overwhelmed by huge stone balls.

At this time, the archers had passed through the cracks in the infantry, under the command of the grassroots officers, to the front of the infantry. The password for loading the catapult and the password to adjust the range continue.

The arrow has been stringed.

For the first time, I rushed to such a point. There were no comrades-in-arms in front of me. If I didn't turn my head, I felt as if I was alone in front of those endless barbarians who waved weapons from behind the stone ball, howled and rushed out fiercely.

The smell of death that Maglin smells.

But he still didn't move, and he couldn't move without the officer's order.

"Ring the bow."

Maglin raised his arrow and looked sideways at his comrades-in-arms. Just as Harlem taught him at that time, he half-uped up.

"Pray!"

The barbarians are close to 200 meters.

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