Chapter 654 656. Crush Them
Under the leadership of a Space Marine, the auxiliary mortal army can no longer be simply regarded as an ordinary army.
Because the breakthrough ability and formation ability of this unit are completely different from other units!
Lan En's eyes moved rapidly in his sockets, trying to collect more battlefield information every second.
This information will be automatically organized by Mentos and then provided to Lan as an auxiliary decision-making aid.
This makes his battlefield efficiency extremely high.
It may seem like a brainless and rapid impact like a gust of wind, but in fact every position adjustment is the final judgment after several rounds of decision-making deliberations by the biological brain.
"Hold on! Hold on to the defense line! We can't let these black dogs escape!"
Everyone in the northern coalition front responsible for blocking the mountain roads was breathing heavily.
They were the front-line troops that bore the fiercest impact of Nilfgaard's defeat.
Although Foltest temporarily added three times the number of troops to these troops before the encirclement and suppression, it meant that they could fight in shifts and maintain the front line.
But the Nilfgaardians' desire to survive is extremely fierce and their numbers are large.
Even with three times the number of combatants, the high-intensity battlefield confrontation has pushed all of them to the limit.
The battle line is in danger, and even the commander of this unit has been on the front line for two shifts carrying a large shield.
But there is still no hope for the end of this encirclement and suppression war.
Nilfgaard's soldiers were in darkness.
At this time, the commander of the front troops actually complained in his heart, why didn't the Nilfgaardians last longer in the battle?
No matter how many times they are worn down and their numbers are reduced, it will not give a group of broken soldiers a numerical advantage on the battlefield.
The arms are gradually getting sore and weak, and even the big shield itself is on the verge of cracking, and the edge of the iron hoop has long been chopped into disarray.
Maybe I can’t hold on anymore.
The commander thought in his groggy mind.
But at the next moment. "Hoo!"
A violent and terrifying sound of wind suddenly woke up the entire front line that was sleepy because it was on the verge of reaching its limit!
The sound of the wind made it seem like they were not standing on a road in the mountains, but more like they were squeezing into the crevices at the top of the Amer Mountains.
The high-altitude wind howls past the rock crevices, as if it can drag people up to the sky.
The soldiers on the front stared blankly at the scene in front of them.
It turns out that it is not an ‘image’. It has already blown people up to the sky!
A group of Nilfgaardians in front of the large shield of the front troops were really blown into the sky by the violent and concentrated gale!
The dense air blade changes the refractive index of the air along the entire route, causing the light to be misaligned as if it were encountering water.
The spare parts of the armor, the long sword and mace in the hand, and other scattered things were carried into the sky along with the human body.
Under the abnormal refraction of light, it is like an illusory mirage.
The whole scene seemed messy, violent, and psychedelic.
【turbid current·dragon flash】!
Behind the large shield front, the northern soldiers were very little affected because of the large shield acting as a rectifying layer for the air flow. But even so, they felt that the rapid surging air outside the shield made their eardrums feel strange.
And just when the soldiers were wondering which archmage had fought until now and still had the energy to release such a powerful airflow magic.
A tall and majestic figure rushed into the crowd of Nilfgaardians before the Nilfgaardians were blown off their heads!
With a loud "bang", a heavily armored Nilfgaardian knight riding a horse, weighing several hundred kilograms with his horse, was knocked straight away by the figure's shoulder collision!
Then, the figure seemed to suddenly lock onto something, and the huge and terrifying sword in its hand threw out a perfect arc and struck down on the head!
The target is a lightly armored man hiding among the heavily armored knights.
He looked frightened at this time, but he was mumbling something. Finally, just before the big sword was about to chop or smash him to death, a blue magic shield spread out from his body.
Form a ball to protect him.
The man's face was pleasantly surprised by the successful shield cast this time.
But then, the black sword hit the ball shield.
Although the "bang" sound made people's eardrums hurt, it didn't break at all.
But then, as the man's expression suddenly changed from surprise to horror, subtle cutting sounds of 'pricking, pulling, pulling' continued to be heard from the magic shield.
Subsequently, the continuous fine air blades wore through the upper limit of the magic shield's resistance!
Using the contact point of the great sword as a breakthrough point, the continuous air blade brought by [Great Cut] rushed into the man's body within the spherical shield.
Suddenly, the spherical inner wall of the shield that was originally used for self-protection was covered with the man's own blood.
As the caster disappeared, the spherical shield collapsed, and the flesh and blood hit the ground again from the inner wall.
After all this was done, the tall figure seemed to have adjusted his movement speed back to that of an ordinary person.
Lift up the big sword.
A neat sound of horse hooves sounded, and sixty knights rushed into the Nilfgaardian crowd through the breach.
With a skillful attitude, they divided and strangled enemies who were far more numerous than them.
The Northern Alliance soldiers responsible for maintaining the front suddenly felt that the pressure was suddenly relieved!
"Don't be stupid, seize the opportunity to rest, soldier. We still have to fight."
Just as the commander looked at this friendly force he had never seen before at a loss, a man on horseback, The half-grown boy, with blood still dripping from the gun tip, rode up to him, looked down at him and said.
"You, who are you? Which country's Guards? I have never seen a team as efficient as you."
"And that person! He Is it a 'person'?"
The boy shook the gun barrel, and a bloody gun flag slid down from the gun barrel and unfolded.
It was a lion flag with a blue background.
"You should use the honorific title, soldier. That is the knight of Cintra."
After saying that, Lincoln led the team to follow Lan En's pace again.
The front commander opened his mouth and couldn't close it.
All your Sintra knights look like this?
It's really lucky that Nilfgaard wasn't destroyed by you.
But no matter what, at least they are indeed less stressed.
"Shifts three to six! Take a break while the pressure is low! Eat! Pee! Hurry!"
The battlefield is never a clean place.
After Lan En quickly dealt with the nearly overwhelmed containment front, he turned around and charged towards the Umbrella Mountain where the battle was fierce.
"Spell."
Lan En's eyes looked at the flickering magic light on the hill. It was the scene of the magic battle between the warlocks from both sides.
The southern warlocks are not only the force used against the northern warlocks at this time, they are also the pillars of support for the Nilfgaardian soldiers.
They have warlocks, and so do we, who can fight!
Whether this idea is reasonable or not, it at least supports the Nilfgaardians' will to resist.
And what Lan En has to do is to crush this will!
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(End of this chapter)