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The sound of whistling came, and the lead bullets once again passed over the shield carts, landing among them.

With every few steps, they could feel their comrades beside them collapsing to the ground, and the comrades behind them would step forward to fill the gap.

Beneath their feet were the tragically dead bodies and wailing wounded.

Needless to say, a sense of terror gradually spread.

It wasn't until the orbs of divine magic landed in the square formation that the soldiers braced themselves and stepped over the mangled corpses of their comrades.

If the Holy Wind had been dense enough or given more time, perhaps a square formation would have collapsed before even engaging in battle.

Unfortunately, the musketeers had also entered the range of bows and arrows.

A dense rain of arrows fell from the sky, clanging against the musketeers' armor.

Whether deflecting or reloading, musketeers fell with each volley of arrows.

But the fact that someone beside them was hit by an arrow did not affect the musketeers' mechanical, puppet-like firing.

The biggest difference was that when leaving, the musketeers would pick up the wounded in pairs from the ground and send them to the rear of the square formation.

After six rounds of volleys, Andrei took the lead in ordering the musketeers to retreat.

But it was a step too late, and a squadron of Duke Wyvern's cavalry charged over.

Knightly swords and lances pierced through the long wind, crashing into the two musketeer square formations on the flanks.

Hooves crushed skulls, and knightly swords swept wantonly across chests, abdomens, and heads.

Amidst the officers' shouts and curses, the two musketeer square formations instantly collapsed.

The musketeers began to cry and run, but the large square formation behind them began to press forward, squeezing the charging space for the knights.

Lannes also followed, engaging with these knights.

As the Gravel Plain army desperately closed in, the Thousand River Valley army also approached with all their might.

The final 50 meters.

That infernal wind finally stopped.

After all, these holy musketeers had too little mana; even with electro-gold and smelling salts, they could only fire the Thompson muskets three to four times.

After firing two to three rounds, they had to save the last one in reserve.

Feeling the Holy Wind stop, the soldiers excitedly roared, "The Holy Father's hand has closed the inferno! Victory! I see it!"

So they rely on the infernal wind? If you have the guts, face us in man-to-man combat!

But the moment they looked up, the sneers on their faces froze.

"Close ranks! Lower your spears!"

The commands and drumbeats changed, and the original spear forest tilted down.

The spear shafts swayed, collided, and even the sound of air being cut could be heard as they fell.

The spears were held at the collarbone, and a cool breeze blew across the Gravel Plain people's cold sweat on the back of their necks, as well as across the red tassels on the Thousand River Valley people's helmet tops.

"Prepare—" The centurions shouted ceaselessly, and all the spearmen gripped their spears tightly.

After countless rehearsals and training, they all knew that the centurions' next words would be—"Charge step!"

"Charge step!"

The earth trembled.

"Victory!"

The surging spear tips vied to move forward, but there was no straggling or rushing ahead.

The spear shafts formed a dark sea, and the spear tips formed white waves; the tsunami crashed down.

"Damn it, form up, form up!" The Gravel Plain square formation commander, judging their speed, was drenched in sweat.

The soldiers weaved through the ranks, pulling the队伍 taut, forcing them to press their shoulders together, and raising their spears.

Just as they were about to return to their positions, the black-armored soldiers were already right in front of them, between the gaps in their helmets and shoulders.

"Why are they so fast?" A soldier shouted, adjusting his helmet that had been pushed askew by the other soldiers.

The charge step is 80 steps per minute, which is 60 meters.

In the eyes of modern people, that's the speed of an old grandma taking a stroll.

But for a military formation wearing heavy armor, holding a four-meter spear level, and maintaining the same pace with an unchanging formation, it was already a charging speed.

"Kill—"

Accompanied by the mad roar of the ten veteran teams, a hundred spears stabbed out at the same time.

The forged iron spearheads, with the addition of speed and thrust, easily bypassed the shield gaps and pierced straight into flesh.

Spraying blood splattered everywhere, and cries of calling for mothers arose.

Within half a second of the engagement, three to five corpses from both sides immediately fell to the ground, not to mention the wailing wounded.

After the spears pierced into the human body, the veteran soldiers in the first row did not even try to pull them out.

Instead, they directly discarded the spears, drew their waist sabers, and lunged forward, rolling to the enemy's feet, swinging out with their elbows and hands.

The sharp military sabers dragged and cut at calves and toes, and the faces of the Gravel Plain soldiers in the front row twisted in agony.

They immediately reacted, abandoning their spears and beginning to fight hand-to-hand under the spear shafts.

Those above were pushing spears, and those below were wrestling and fighting in a small space.

But they woke up too late, and the front and rear rows did not coordinate well.

Those in front squatted down, while those in the rear, holding halberds and poleaxes, had not yet reacted, and only dodged with red faces when the spears were thrust into their chests.

But in battlefield spear pushing operations, it has always been shoulder to shoulder, where is there room for people to dodge at will?

With a few muffled sounds, the soldiers in the second row fell one after another.

To make matters worse, the musketeers on both sides happened to charge out at this time, widening the formation and firing obliquely at their flanks.

The "instant collapse" of the first two rows, the previous terrifying shelling, the lead bullets flying from both flanks, the enemy square formation charging forward like madmen...

Under heavy pressure, the "falling" of the front-row soldiers triggered a chain reaction.

Less than 3 minutes after the two sides' battle formations made contact, deserters had already appeared, and the square formation was faintly showing signs of collapse.

Due to their superior troop strength, their plan was to outflank and strike obliquely.

That is, six Gravel Plain square formations would hold down four Thousand River Valley square formations, and the remaining two Gravel Plain square formations would attack the flanks.

But the square formation that was originally planned to outflank was only halfway there, and seeing this scene, they had no choice but to turn around to support.

Compared to the Thousand River Valley infantry who trained three or even five times a week, these Gravel Plain infantry who trained once a week or even once a month were like raw recruits.

And the training here is not about honing martial arts, but about practicing military formations and coordination.

You must know that the Thousand River Valley army is a semi-standing army.

When stabbing and advancing, everyone around them knows each other and has coordinated countless times.

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The Gravel Plain soldiers' martial arts are far superior to the Thousand River Valley soldiers, but unfortunately, some of them are meeting for the first time today, so how can there be any coordination or trust?

What's more, there are still many battle-hardened veterans who participated in the Thousand River Valley War among them.

These are veterans who stubbornly resisted even imperial edicts!

The Gravel Plain guards standing in front of the Thousand River Valley soldiers are equivalent to the Thousand River Valley soldiers standing in front of the veterans.

One of the supporting square formations didn't even have time to arrive before the enemy square formation collapsed.

"Did they collapse too quickly?"

Looking at the fleeing Gravel Plain army, many veterans who had just been transferred from the rear were stunned.

What was this? Back then, they had fought against the imperial infantry, and those people had gone back and forth for several rounds.

This was only the first round of spear pushing, and there were only a few small gaps in the formation.

The rear teams could stagger and rotate to fill them completely, so how could they collapse?

Could it be a lure?

The veterans' suspicion suddenly arose, and their pace slowed down, even slowing down the pace of other soldiers.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the square formation stagnate, the centurion angrily rushed to the front with a whip, "Chase! Chase!"

"Centurion, this might be a lure..."

"I'll lure your old uncle, chase!"

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"Abbott's square formation has collapsed!"

"Bermudes' square formation has collapsed!"

"Lalalaev's square formation has collapsed..."

"..."

Messengers arrived one after another, but no good news reached Earl Latis's ears.

He had originally focused his energy on the infantry, thinking he could win with troop strength, but who would have thought they would collapse so quickly?

Now he focused his energy on the cavalry, thinking he could turn the tide with a cavalry victory.

But the continuous cavalry duels on the hillside made him unable to laugh.

Normal cavalry battles should have been a continuous back-and-forth slaughter between the two sides.

To put it more vividly, it's you chasing me and me chasing you, fighting for a while and then dispersing.

Whoever falls behind will be chased, and then they have to rely on maneuverability and horsemanship to increase their horse's speed and bypass.

During this period, there will be stragglers, and those are the spoils of the pursuers.

In the beginning, Melia's cavalry regiment still followed the ancient rules of engagement.

But when the Gravel Plain knights chased the defeated Thousand River Valley cavalry, they suddenly discovered that they were running towards the artillery positions.

Chase them, and lead bullets hit their bodies.

Don't chase them, and they can only watch helplessly as they reorganize their队伍 and continue to attack.

The battlefield actually turned into the Thousand River Valley cavalry repeatedly attacking and harassing, and then retreating.

The Gravel Plain knights were bombarded by artillery shells and lead bullets not long after the chase.

Melia, this witch, doesn't talk about martial virtue. During the cavalry chase, she would use cannons and musketeers to cover her own cavalry.

She only allows herself to hit others, and doesn't allow others to hit her.

Now the infantry battlefield has been defeated.

Although the cavalry battlefield is in a stalemate, it can be seen that one's own cavalry is in decline.

The infantry lost, the cavalry also lost, they all lost...

So, they actually lost again, this is the last effort.

If this battle is lost, then Gravel Plain will have to return the power that several generations have strived for to the Leia royal family.

Latis doesn't dislike the fertile land of Dawn Island, but although Gravel Plain is barren, it is also his hometown.

Looking at the devastated green field, Earl Latis was silent for a long time before suddenly uttering, "Holy Father, it's not that I didn't try hard, please forgive me."

"What did you say?"

"I said... blow the horn, the Red Feather Knights will cover the rear."

"Woooo——"