Realm of Power

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"I hope your lord can deploy the Ciwa longbow troops to deal with the heavy infantry on the left wing! I believe that if we can get assistance, even if it is just a squadron of longbowmen, the situation on the left wing will be alleviated," said the bloody flagman. The regiment leader almost burst into tears and asked Varisian for the last hope of stabilizing the left wing.

"I have no reinforcements!"

Varisian took a deep breath with an ugly face. This was an unfair battle. At the moment when he was suddenly blocked here for a battle, Varisian also deeply discovered that this man was defeated because of his pride. He did not expect that he would defeat hundreds of thousands of Nord troops in Anruod.

But Rode Kyoto was able to suddenly mobilize so many elite troops to launch a large-scale counterattack against itself when it was suppressed by the Saron Army.

This battle was too sudden. It was true that the morale of his legion was high, and the soldiers were elite. However, he had just broken through the heavily garrisoned Anruode defense line, and without any rest, he hoped to rely on 60,000 exhausted soldiers. Soldiers, approaching Nord Kyoto so impatiently is a fatal mistake in itself

The Nordic army placed the breakthrough point of its counterattack in its own direction, rather than in the direction of the Saronian army. This is what should have been taken into consideration. With the exhausted army suddenly encountering the main force of the Nordic army, which was replenishing its energy, the outcome of this battle was already over. it goes without saying,

"Now there is only the left wing, so that the whole army can move closer to the central formation, or there is still a chance to hold on!" Varisien thought for a while and decided to accept his first disastrous defeat. He was just about to shout to the messenger behind him. He ordered, and the shout of an adjutant attracted his attention.

"Sir, look, are those our people?"

Just behind him, a young adjutant pointed with some uncertainty and shouted in the distance, his tone full of surprise. He saw a galloping black armored cavalry climbing over the hills in the distance. Quickly entered everyone's sight, and then entire teams of cavalry emerged from the horizon like a huge black line.

These black-armored cavalry are equipped with spears and close-fitting swords, and wear black armor with red lines. The streamers on the top of their pointed helmets are also cherry red, fluttering in the wind, looking like a flower floating in the sky. There are red clouds on the ground, and above this huge red cloud are densely packed spears and sharp swords.

Thousands of cavalry troops seemed to pour out from under the horizon, rushing toward the flank of the Nord First Army with an overwhelming momentum. That piece of terrifying black, so black that it makes people dazzle people, and people dare not look at it directly. The horses' heads surged forward, as powerful as a storm, as fierce as a mad blast, and came in a dense formation, rushing into Nordland. The rear of the First Army.

"It's His Majesty's Guards Cavalry!" Varisien shouted in surprise. The appearance of these Guards Cavalry was like a shot in the arm for the battle situation that was about to collapse. The left defense line had been shaken just now. Miraculously, they returned to normal. On the contrary, they were advancing all the way. The Nord First Army, feeling the hope of victory, was retreating backwards in panic under the violent impact.

He wanted to avoid these cavalry who suddenly appeared on his side at the first time, but obviously, it was impossible for the Falcon Guards Cavalry to watch such a piece of fat slipping from his mouth.

"Charge!" The Falcon Cavalry piled up like a black line suddenly swept in like a crashing landslide.

"Attention! The enemy cavalry is coming!"

"Stand firm and never retreat!"

The Nord First Army is worthy of being the elite among the elite. Even in the face of such a huge change, the commanders of each team still quickly organized resistance. The horseshoes in their ears were thundering, and the ground under their feet was shaking violently.

Two hundred meters!

One hundred meters!

Fifty meters!

The war horses came like thunder. Both sides could almost see the thick white smoke coming from the war horses. The huge horse heads and countless cavalry spears moved forward almost at the same time.

The Nord officer's sharp shout resounded through the formation, "Get ready!"

The Nord heavy infantry's spears were quickly recovered. The Nord soldiers held their breath and waited for the "stab" command. Thousands of spears would be thrust out at the same time, piercing the enemy including men and horses.

The short second of "stabbing" is like a year in the hearts of most Nord soldiers. The spear thrust out and collided with the oncoming Falcon Guards Cavalry.

"Neigh" the long and shrill screams of the war horses came one after another. The Falcon Guards Cavalry in the front row seemed to have hit a wall of thorns, and both men and horses were pierced. However, the momentum of the forward attack remained unabated. The Dinod soldiers were also knocked away by the charging horses, blood spattered, and their corpses were swept under the horses' hooves by the rapid impact. There was not even a complete corpse, and pieces of meat were scattered all over the ground. It was shocking.

"Kill, crush them!"

Before the first group of cavalry was completely eliminated, the second group of falcon cavalry wearing red cloaks once again crashed in like side knives. One team, then two teams, continued to pressurize the falcon cavalry. Finally, the Nords' endurance reached At the top, there was a sharp sword mountain spear formation in front, and thundering iron hoof swords behind them. Large areas of the Rode soldiers caught in the middle were chopped down, kicked over by horse hooves, and fled to the two wings in a desperate manner.

The collapse of the army is like a dam bursting, nothing can stop it, as far as the eye can see. There was panic and destruction everywhere. Many of the Rohde infantrymen arrayed behind them were kicked over by their own fleeing men. The infantry crowded and clashed with each other, throwing away their armor.

"Your Majesty, a large number of Falcon Cavalry troops have been spotted on the left. The First Army has suffered a violent attack and has collapsed!"

At this moment, in the Nord army camp, an abnormal report from the left wing was also sent to the King of Nord, Jagrork. The Nord monarch, who had just seen a glimmer of hope of victory, immediately had surprise and despair in his eyes.

"Withdraw, order the entire army to retreat!" Yagrolk had already been tricked to death once in southern Wikiia. That painful experience made him naturally think that there were so many Falcon Cavalry troops at this moment. Does this mean that he may have fallen into the scheme of the despicable guy named Vecia Falcon again?

This terrible thought even made the southern hegemon who had been fighting for his whole life sigh. Why! Why did he encounter such a terrible opponent?

"Your Majesty, our army must not waver at this moment! Otherwise, if the Falcon Army pursues and kills us, Rode will no longer have any hope of recovery." A man stood up from the queue of generals behind him, his strong and thin shoulders seemed to want to challenge Starting a battle that is about to collapse

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