The Original Vampire

“Kill!”

A dwarf general covered in heavy armor jumped out of the boat vigorously. As soon as he got off the boat, an arrow flew into his eye.

But he just tilted his head slightly, letting the arrow hit his helmet with a clanking sound.

Then, the most powerful fifth-level warrior of the Dawson family roared angrily, picked up the giant hammer in his hand, and hit the ground hard.

boom!

The manic shock wave spread quickly, and the already soft beachhead sank instantly as if a giant underground beast suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed hundreds of soldiers of the Golden Lion Legion.

Tumu laughed wildly and roared like a wild beast.

“Charge up! Tear these humans to pieces!”

As soon as this powerful fifth-level warrior appeared on the scene, he fiercely fought against the Golden Lion Army in his own way. A hello.

A large gap was immediately torn open in the Golden Lion Legion’s dense array. Tumu rushed forward, and the dwarf heavy armored infantry regiment following behind him also roared and rushed into the Golden Lion Legion’s formation.

The front line of the Golden Lion Legion continued to retreat under the impact of the heavy armored infantry. The swords, bows, and arrows in their hands could hardly break through the heavy armor’s defense.

In order to cause damage to this dwarf heavy armored infantry, a specially made weapon—a war hammer—is needed.

However, the Knights of Campenine did not expect that the dwarves would put their most elite heavy armored infantry into the battlefield so quickly, so they did not send the Warhammer Company to the front line.

For a time, the Golden Lion Legion’s beachhead defense lines collapsed one after another. The dwarf heavy armored infantry inserted themselves into the human military formation like sharp knives and continued to draw out bloody traces.

The bravery of the elite dwarf troops was vividly demonstrated at this moment.

More dwarf infantry continued to pass through the pontoon bridge and finally gained a foothold in the shallow water.

Knight Cambelline couldn’t sit still when he saw this and quickly prepared to order the Warhammer Company to attack forward, dispatching more soldiers to seize the beachhead.

However, Colin shook his head to stop Knight Cambening: “Don’t worry, let the frontline troops withdraw first. The beachhead will be given to the dwarves.”

Knight Cambening hesitated for a moment, but thought of what Viscount Angelet said. He is the most valued general of Marquis Garcia, and he has won great victories in Silver Moon City and the Troll Empire. Of course, he is not a layman who does not understand military affairs, so he nodded and said: ”

Yes!”

Kuxiu, who had always been a transparent person next to him, suddenly said, “Viscount Angele, if you need it, I can help you destroy the dwarf’s pontoon.”

Colin turned around in surprise and looked at Vera’s body up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. A teacher, after a moment, smiled and said, “I wonder what the price is for asking you to take action?”

“No price!” Kusius smiled and shook his head, with a sincere look on his face.

But Colin was secretly complaining—free is the most expensive.

He didn’t know what Master Cusius had in mind, but his vigilance against this person did not relax at all.

“No need to trouble you for the time being; the Dawson family and the Golden Lion Army can’t handle it.”

In fact, Colin’s plan was to send part of the dwarf army across the river and then attack halfway across the river.

In this blockade, his idea is to beat the Dawson family badly!

This can ensure that when the Golden Lion Army withdraws, the Dawson family will not dare to easily cross the river to pursue them.

If Cusius casts a spell to destroy the pontoon bridge or sticks to the beach to prevent the dwarves from crossing the river, it will not be able to cause enough casualties for the dwarf army.

Though allowing the dwarves to gain a foothold on the beach will make the next battle more difficult, it is a price that has to be paid.

Bachelor Daun helped Colin determine the strategic policy of “defending,” but Colin would not hesitate when he needed to take the initiative.

Moreover, the more you want to withdraw your troops, the more you will make the enemy think that you want to fight to the death without retreating.

Therefore, Colin was prepared to fight this river-crossing battle as a decisive battle.

As the Golden Lion Army retreated, more and more dwarf soldiers crossed the bridge, gradually forming an array on the south bank of the River Run.

However, they did not pursue rashly but waited for more friendly troops to cross the river.

Marquis Dawson, on the other side, saw that his army had successfully occupied the beachhead so quickly. He immediately laughed and said: “The Golden Lion Army is nothing more than that!”

The dwarf officer on the side also smiled and echoed, “After all, there was chaos all night long. I guess he is dozing off at the moment.”

“That can’t be taken lightly.” Marquis Dawson stopped his smile and said seriously, “Send an order to Tumu and tell him to guard the beachhead and not attack easily.” ”

Yes!”

…

After the bloody fight at the beginning, the battlefield suddenly became quiet, as if it had entered intermission time.

More and more dwarves crossed the rushing river. By the afternoon, the number of dwarf troops crossing the river had exceeded 10,000. Moreover, they also began to build simple defenses on the beachhead, preparing to build a “bridgehead.”.

Of course, the Golden Lions are not idle either.

Colin first gave the soldiers a good meal, then arranged some security troops to prevent sudden attacks by the dwarves, and then sent the main force back to the camp to catch up on their sleep.

After all, there was a night of trouble yesterday, and most of the soldiers were indeed not in the best state of mind. When Colin saw that the dwarves were busy crossing the river and building fortifications, he asked his soldiers to take a rest first and recharge their spirits.

Originally, he was worried that the dwarves would send a small force to harass them, but until two or three o’clock in the afternoon, the dwarves still had no intention of attacking.

Colin immediately understood that Marquis Dawson, on the other side, was a commander with a conservative style.

This can actually be guessed. After all, Marquis Dawson is mainly responsible for logistics in the Black Cavalry. Of course, he cannot have a radical personality.

Of course, being prudent and conservative cannot be regarded as a shortcoming, but if you are too cautious and hesitate to take advantage of a suitable fighter opportunity when you see it, you will let the opportunity slip through your fingers.

What’s more, in Colin’s opinion, if Marquis Dawson really chooses a conservative strategy, he should not choose to fight across the river but should continue to wait for the Menham family’s army to arrive.

Once they choose to cross the river, they will be at a natural strategic disadvantage because the natural chasm of the rushing river will naturally divide the dwarf army into two parts.

It was impossible to really connect the two-part army together by just relying on that pontoon bridge.

Now it seems that the process of crossing the river by the dwarf army is going smoothly, but when the Golden Lion Army really launches a general attack, they will taste the pain of being unable to advance and unable to retreat.

And Marquis Dawson will also understand that he has missed the best opportunity to defeat the Golden Lions.

At three o’clock in the afternoon, the Golden Lion Corps, which had finished their sleep, regrouped, and the soldiers’ spirits suddenly took on a new look.

Colin and Vera stood on a temporary high platform with two coffins beside them.

One contained the “remains” of Duke St. Hilde, and the other contained the “remains” of Charles St. Hilde.

The reason why both corpses are in quotation marks is that neither of them are real corpses.

The Duke of St. Hilde was a stone statue that had been swapped, and Charles, well, was not completely dead yet.

“Go.” Colin let go of Vera’s hand, his eyes full of encouragement.

Vera nodded slightly and then came to the stage alone.

Two coffins were placed behind her, and the afternoon sun shone directly through the clouds, seeming to cast a holy halo on her.

“My father is dead.

My brother is also dead.”

Vera’s clear but firm voice spread throughout the wilderness through amplification magic.

Just these two words made the soldiers of the Golden Lion Corps present look ashamed.

They have always called themselves the “Shield of Saint Hilde,” but they have failed to successfully protect the lord they are loyal to.

Vera’s words continued: “But I believe that my father and brother will not have any resentment before they die, because, like all Saint Hilde, they have sworn to protect the North!

They are willing to sacrifice for the North. My own life!

Me too!

No matter how powerful the rebels are or how terrifying the enemy is, I will never allow the people of the North to fall into endless war, and I will never allow this land to be filled with killing and evil!

Warriors of the Golden Lion Legion you guys, are you willing to join me in fighting for the North?”

“Swear to protect the North to the death!” Knight Cambenin stood in the audience and roared loudly.

“Swear to the death to protect the North!”

“Swear to the death to protect the North!”

…

The voices gradually converged into a slogan, resounding throughout the land, and the sound of the rushing river gradually became a muffled noise.

Colin squinted his eyes and looked at Vera, who was being cheered on by tens of thousands of Golden Lion Legion soldiers, and seemed to see the figure of another woman in a trance—the half-elf queen Aisha Miller.

It seems that Vera has indeed learned a lot from their time together in Silvermoon City.

Colin firmly believes that with the passage of time and rich experience, Vera will gradually grow into a qualified Lord of the North.