Chapter 177 The bloody battle at Suomu River!
Mamao Doghead squatted in the bushes, staring at the battlefield of Suomu River ahead.
On this vast battlefield that is 12 meters long and 10 meters wide, hundreds of divisions are fighting crazily in front of the turbulent Suomu River.
The bloody smell of rust filled the air, covering up all sounds, leaving only the rhythm of the heartbeat echoing in the ears.
Obviously, the Terrorist Alliance Army, which only had 40 divisions, was crazily suppressed by the Mengge Alliance Army, which had more than 50% of its own number in the battle across the river.
Fully sixty divisions formed the Alexandrus Spear Phalanx composed of sixty centurions. The beastly divisions, as neat as weeds, continuously attacked the Terrorist Alliance.
These lycanthropes are the top combat forces in each kingdom. Each of them is the strongest warrior in the kingdom, and can be regarded as an elite centurion who has experienced many battles.
The Suomu River is the core battlefield. Unlike the other battlefields that are full of miscellaneous soldiers, the fighting on the Suomu River side is much more intense.
Because, like the El Empire, the soldiers come from various countries, the spears they use also have their own characteristics.
For example, the two divisions of the Wolf Head Kingdom tied kitchen knives to four-meter-long wooden sticks, while the Pisa Kingdom was slightly worse and used long bone needles.
Among the three divisions of the Osha Kingdom, they are the best equipped. Two of them have the only iron kitchen knives in the country tied to wooden sticks, and one has no spearhead.
This is already a huge investment!
As for important national tools such as pitchforks and hoes, they will not use them unless absolutely necessary. After all, it will affect the next year's farming.
Compared with the various spears, their shields are relatively uniform, either pot lids or cesspool lids.
In front of the two armies, the spears were stabbing continuously, and the sharp bone needles were broken by the hard iron spoons, but the next second the kitchen knife came forward and instantly cut off the spear shafts of the iron spoons.
The wooden spears would break from time to time on the bodies of the enemy warriors on both sides. Whenever this happened, the lycanthropes would begin to curse the quartermaster.
The commander of the Mengge coalition forces, Tompia, shouted towards the phalanx of the Fearing Brother coalition forces: "Surrender, victory will eventually belong to Mengge!"
"We will not surrender. , we will persist until the last moment!"
"Escape! It's the enemy's artillery!"
The slingshot's leather rope shook, and stones as big as quail eggs fell like raindrops. The rhythm of the Mengge coalition crossing the river was interrupted.
But even so, Brother Fear's army still couldn't break through the phalanx of Brother Meng's elite coalition.
“What a strong will!” Even Hariba, who came from the Kingdom of Carthage as the commander of the fearful coalition forces, couldn’t help but admire.
The Suomu River, which is four meters wide, is already filled with injured lycanthropes. Those lycanthropes floating on the water are still chattering and cursing when facing the enemy lycanthropes.
The navy blue mountains in the distance are connected with the sky. Hundreds of their divisions have been fighting for this strategic location for nearly ten days.
They have almost drained a generation of blood.
"It's time, let's end this war!" Hariba raised the flag in his hand and waved it towards the other side of the river.
Mama'o swallowed, but her throat was still dry. The Mengge Alliance never thought that they would be here.
Under the command of Hariba of Carthage, they took advantage of the night to go up the river, crossed the 50-meter-high Delpine Mountains, and attacked the Mengge coalition from here.
Looking out from the bushes, it is the almost defenseless back of the Mengge coalition soldiers.
They have twenty elite veterans here, armed with uniform hardwood laundry war hammers. They will serve as assaulters and penetrate the enemy from behind.
When Hariba raised the battle flag and waved it, Mamao knew it was time.
Cannot be afraid, Mamao can only fight.
Amidst the chaotic footsteps, a total of twenty elite lycanthropic divisions rushed out of the bushes, slamming into the back of the Mengge coalition like a torrent.
The laundry war hammer hit them on the back of their heads, and the originally neat formation instantly became chaotic. Mamaao and other elite warriors immediately sent the 60 divisions of the Mengge coalition into the battle on the northern and southern fronts.
“Damn it, it’s the coalition of fear brothers!” “Stand still, hold still, turn the spearhead... Those in the front row, don’t turn around, turn around in the back row, I mean the back row... I mean the back row If you want to turn around, don’t turn around in the front row!”
"Those in the back row who have already turned around, don't turn around with the front row! Those in the front row who have turned around before will turn back, and those in the back row who have not turned around will turn back..."
"Such a simple command Don’t you understand? Don’t you see where the enemy is?”
“Hey, hey, that one in red, you’re in the back row, why are you turning back?”
“But after I turned around, there was no one in front of me, so I was in the front row. Didn’t you say that the front row turned around before and turned back?”
"I mean, I..."
Before Tompia could finish speaking, a laundry hammer came towards him, and he immediately ducked sideways and dodged into the military formation
No matter why the enemy army was spinning like a top in the military formation with spears, the fearful coalition forces on the opposite side immediately took the opportunity to cross the river and kill them.
The situation on the battlefield reversed in an instant, but Meng Ge's army did not collapse after stabilizing their formation. They continued to fight back crazily with their noses and faces swollen, raising their spears.
During the bloody battle on the Suomu River, a violent sound of horse hoofbeats was heard. On the long road along the embankment, Horn was riding a war horse, followed by hundreds of soldiers, galloping over.
"Everyone, please stop!" the captain of the Varangian Guard next to Horn yelled, "In the name of the Pope, please cease the war immediately. We have something to say, and this is the same intention of the princes of your two armies."
But at this point, both sides have already become red-blooded. They have no control over it. They don't care at all and are still fighting crazily.
Blood is the theme of today's Suomu River.
“We have no choice but to go out and break up the fight.” Staring at the fiercely fighting lycanthropes, Horn turned his palm into a knife and swung it hard, “Black hat army, move out! Give them all to me. Down!"
As if taking this as a signal, hundreds of Black Hat Army command companies appeared behind them one after another.
The smell of blood lingered in the cold air, and the dancing sunlight shone on the silver breastplate, flashing with the light of fish scales, stinging the eyes of the beast-turned-people.
Donpia wiped his eyes in confusion and surprise. He stared at the people in front of him. Why, do they shine?
Hundreds of humans with silvery bodies, big shoulders and round waists, holding a spear in their hands... Oh my God, each of them actually tied a kitchen knife to the spear!
I have never seen such an elite warrior in my life!
Dombio reacted immediately and shouted loudly: "Stop, everyone, stop, it's the Pope's Paladin who has arrived."
But Hariba acted as if he had never heard of it. In his opinion, the battle was won, and no matter what tricks the other party used, he would not fall for it.
"Black Hat Army!"
The hundreds of Black Hat Army veterans who passed through the bloody battle at Fort Joan of Arc are no longer the same Black Hat Army soldiers who were beaten by Bai Feng's mercenaries.
“Charge!”
Heavy footsteps stepped on the ground, making a heavy thumping sound. Every step was accompanied by the sound of armor hitting each other. This sound was the same as the sound of the footsteps. The neat sounds complement each other.
The frequency of such sounds is getting faster and faster. There are only a hundred people, but they have the momentum of thousands of troops.
A lycanthropic warrior raised his spear high and roared as he charged towards the black hats.
“Yeah!”
The spear danced with sharp shadows and landed on the shoulder of a black hat soldier.
Actually stabbed?
Following the kitchen knife and silver breastplate, a series of sparks burst out and scattered into the air like water droplets.
"This, how is this possible?" the beast-turned-man shouted.
“Ah!”
When the Black Hat Army crashed into the battle formation of more than 120 divisions, the elite lycanthrope warriors fell into pieces like dominoes. .
(End of this chapter)