The disaster that fell from the sky was still endless.

You can't see where the enemy is, or what the attack is. Even the most wise magicians in the coalition have the ability to think about it, if they still have the ability to think, they can't think of a spell that can hit so far, with such great power, and they can't feel the slightest magic fluctuation before hitting it. This is simply contrary to the common sense of magic!

In fact, until the continuous shells fell on their heads and the entire open land turned into scorched earth, only few people realized that they were "attacked", and more people still did not realize that the battle had begun, and they did not even realize that what was killing them was Cecil's power.

They were bombarded, crushed, and vaporized in a daze. In the last few short moments of their lives, they could not even think of the connection between this disaster that seemed like heavenly punishment and their ongoing "Cecil Expedition".

It was not until almost all the soldiers in front were destroyed and the knights died, and the remaining mages, knights and priests reacted, or guessed the incredible hell in front of them. Someone shouted wildly: "Cecils! Cecils attacked!!"

But the roar was faintly like a mosquito in the continuous explosion. Soon, the owner of the roar disappeared into a new explosion pit with his voice, and more people were killed by the shock waves when the shells exploded.

Those who failed to keep up with the large army due to their slow movements were lucky. They fell behind because of their scattered discipline and witnessed the nightmare scene on the mountain road of the gravel ridge. They saw the powerful knights and mages rolling in the "Sky Fire Blast" and crawling on the ground with their broken limbs and broken arms. The vanguard of thousands of people was destroyed in a few breaths. Those who survived by luck were all terrified, but they soon encountered the same fatal threat.

The war horse was frightened.

The knights' war horses were trained to maintain a certain degree of calmness when facing magical explosions created by mages, but this kind of training was obviously limitless. The intensive artillery bombing and the occasional fireball technique were obviously completely different. The explosions on the battlefield exceeded the limits that the war horses could withstand, so even more deadly chaos broke out in the coalition.

The frightened and out of control began to carry their masters to rush into the military formation. The frightened noble private soldiers immediately lost the suppression of the noble knights. They shouted in fear and began to escape. The only few brave nobles and their knights shouted loudly in chaos, trying to use their own power to organize the order, but soon they were overturned to the ground by the war horses under their crotch. At least one-third of the people were beaten into meat mud by running horses and iron boots in the next few minutes, and the remaining people were wrapped in a row on the mountain road by the fleeing soldiers.

But behind them, there were still troops who did not know the truth.

The front line of the coalition forces was too long. When the vanguard troops were destroyed by artillery bombing, the soldiers in the middle and rear sections were even on the mountain roads of the gravel ridge. They heard loud explosions from afar and thought that the thunder that often occurred in spring was echoing in the mountains. Most of the superstitious soldiers in the southern border believed in one thing, that is, the thunder in spring meant bad omens, especially when the spring thunder sounded, they could not stay in the mountains, otherwise they would be turned into stones on the top of the mountain. So the follow-up troops accelerated their pace and collided with the troops in front who were trying to retreat.

One side tried desperately to escape, the other side was still moving forward. All the noble private soldiers were using different flags and orders, and even speaking dialects from different places. Huge chaos broke out on the hills of the gravel ridge. The soldiers at a loss were swept by the crowd and ran around. Some were pushed back to the doomsday plain, while some people rolled down the cliff in chaos. The deafening explosion and screams finally began to spread to the gravel ridge. Someone shouted first, "The battle was defeated before!", which completely broke out to a fatal level.

Viscount Carroll was forced back by the front troops. Now he had no idea what was going on. He only vaguely heard someone mentioning it related to the thunder sounds. There were also soldiers who had gone crazy running and shouting that Cecil had ten thousand great magicians, instantly destroying Earl Hosman and the entire corps he led. These crazy news and the fact that the coalition forces are now fleeing impacted the pitiful heart of the Viscount. While trying to maintain balance immediately, he moved to the north under the escort of the knights. His brain was so confused that he could not think at all.

The mighty coalition forces had completely collapsed, falling apart like broken plates. The knights and noble lords tried to reorganize order several times, but in the end they could not do anything except running back with the large army. In the middle of the gravel ridge, more than 20 surviving nobles and their followers ran around like headless flies. Carroll looked around in panic and saw that less than half of the people who could keep up with him were left. The rest of the people either fell down the hillside or were squeezed out by the crowd.

But slowly, Viscount Carroll found that the fleeing people gathered together again. In the team, he found a familiar flag with the emblem of the Glen family.

Virgin Roppeni Glen ran out of the crowd, beside her a group of calm and reassuring strong guards. She came to Viscount Carroll and whispered: "Come on and get along with me and gather a group of people! Let's run northeast!"

Viscount's high tone and simple and straightforward way of speaking did not look like a nobleman at all, lacking enough modifiers and embellishing endings, but Viscount Carroll felt extremely friendly and reliable at this moment. He immediately rode his horse to follow, shouting loudly to the knights who were still loyal behind him: "Come on, keep up with the flag of the Glen family! Don't worry about the militia and serf soldiers!"

Outside the gravel ridge, on a high ground far from the battlefield, a skillfully disguised tower was hidden in the canopy of several giant trees. On the observation post at the top of the tower, a soldier wearing Cecil's armor put down the telescope in his hand.

The soldier turned his head and said to his colleague behind him: "Send a signal, three reds and two yellows."

A moment later, several small special light grenades were fired into the sky, and several colorful smoke and dust burst out from the sky.

On Yingfengshangang, a messenger ran to Philip: "Sir, the observation post made a signal and half of the artillery hit, and the enemy has begun to flee."

"As a result, I didn't use minefields and close defense positions at all... It was indeed a group of mobs," Philip couldn't help but shake his head, "Forget it, after the heavy guns were fired, they cease fire and send a signal to the second brigade, so that they could bite the enemy and don't let people go."

After the messenger left, Philip sighed slightly: "Although the signal flare is a good thing, it can only convey such simple content... I don't know when the communication device Master Carmier mentioned before can be tested..."

After sighing, the young knight raised his head and looked at the place where the Kant knights and the Second Corps they led were staying.

Wald and his men have not yet come back to their senses.

The huge accelerator cannons that roared continuously, ordered instructions and execution, the low explosion sounds and wars that kept coming from far away were completely different from the form they knew.

This is not like a "battle" between knights and warriors fighting face to face, but rather a bit like some kind of running machinery... just like a mechanical clock made by skilled craftsmen.

The Cecil Corps accurately presses the switch, the artillery fires accurately, the enemy runs accurately, and then the result is obtained.

It was not until this moment that Margarita and her knight companions realized why the lord did not need the Second Corps and Kant Knights to go to the battlefield... For those who were not even skilled in ray guns, it would only cause trouble if they went to such a battlefield.

But just as the Kant Knights were in shock and self-doubt, Philip came among them.

"Knights, don't you want to participate in the battle, the mission you are given to you is now coming down."

Wald Perridge looked at Philip in confusion: "We? Haven't we finished the fight?"

"Who said that the enemy retreated and the war is over?" Philip laughed, "Before going to war, the lord told me that the enemy has the right to open fire, but when the fire is ceased, we have to decide. Earl Hosman sent the war letter to Cecil before, and now Cecil has to respond to his challenge in his own way... Knights, rectify your troops and join the First Corps to pursue the invading enemy."

Although I always feel that something is wrong in these words, the Kant Knights who finally got the opportunity to perform will not care about these details. The opportunity for thousands of people to chase tens of thousands of people is not so easy to encounter.

They immediately ran excitedly to select their own troops and prepare to lead the army.

When the vast coalition of 50,000 people was defeated in the gravel ridge area and began to stage a grand escape farce, another army gathered at the call of Earl of Hosman had no idea of ​​the terrible fate of their northern brothers.

The short and fat Earl Farnin Pebo stood on the bow of the boat, and took advantage of the cool breeze on the river to dispel the trance and dizziness brought by the hangover last night. He looked at warships of all sizes not far away on the river surface, and thought that 20,000 people were rushing to the front line under his command, and couldn't help feeling full of energy.

Earl Pebo was not a person with high prestige in the southern border, but his family had been passed down on this land for a long time. In fact, as early as the era of Cecil, Earl Pebo's ancestors were already the aristocrats here. In that great turmoil a hundred years ago, the Pebo family relied on time to protect their titles and fiefdoms. Although they were inevitably implicated by Cecil, their reputation and influence were not as good as before, at least the surname Peibo was still the Earl's surname.

Farangning Peibo's vision has always been to revitalize the glory of the family, so that Peibo's surname can regain the right to speak in the southern border, and gain influence in line with his rank of earl.

Now, he felt that the opportunity had come.

When Earl Hosman promoted the "magic net", he provided strong support, and contributed money and people to help Karov Hosman built the magic net to various parts of the southern border. He was the first to respond when Earl Hosman called for a rebellion, and used all the inland ships accumulated by the family for generations to serve as "warships". The facts proved that his investments were worth it.

He finally had these 20,000 people and the opportunity to lead a coalition force as an earl to gain fame.

As long as he could open the road from Baishui River to Cecil and ensure the safety of the Baishui River bank before Earl Hosman's army headed south, he could make the surname Peibo resound and shock the southern border.
Chapter completed!