Chapter 162: In the Midst of Battle

  "They're getting closer." Glog looked at the Maro legion getting closer under the protection of the magic shield and turned to ask Refora calmly: "Now that our cannons haven't achieved the expected lethality, these 1,500 Maro warriors will be a considerable threat. Are we really not going to use that thing?"

  "You must believe in the abilities of your subordinates, it's a quality that a legion commander must have. Moreover, wasn't their training done by your own hands? " Rayford gazed calmly at the flames exploding on the pale blue shield: "We had already anticipated that they would have some countermeasures, and this situation is not particularly unexpected. But revealing all our cards too early will only make us fall into a passive position sooner, we must achieve surprise with that thing."

  If something else had blocked the firepower, Raphela might have felt some anxiety, but for the Thunderbolt Shield Squad, it was a well-planned strategy. When they set out from Thunder Cliff, the chief wizard of Thunder Cliff gave them three secret weapons to deal with the magical shields of the big cities they would encounter.

  These three pieces were conceived by Mo Yan from another world and researched by the great wizard Riesz for several months to realize them with pure magical power. Whether in concept or shape, they are very novel, and when they are in action on the battlefield, the whole world will be shocked.

  The principle of this weapon is not complicated. If I say it out loud, even a freshman from the Academy of Magic can make a usable product. But just like a certain transaction in Earth's history, a group of German scientists took a submarine to America to seek the manufacturing method for a special glass used on submarines. After paying a considerable price, they obtained the secret that all they needed to do was stir constantly during production.

  No one would think that their efforts were in vain. Because this can also be considered as the most accurate expression of "it's not difficult to get what you want, but it's hard to get what you don't want". This item, whose name has not even been revealed, is classified as top-secret. Even now, among the three finished products configured in the Lightning Legion, not even Reforla has the right to touch or view them, and they are under the strict protection of Moyan's Party Guard for 24 hours until Reforla decides to use them.

  The Mahratte army is approaching under the pale blue shield, the huge disparity in numbers makes the front row of the Lightning Legion very thin, and the Salterians at the forefront must ensure that they can intercept all the Mahrattes to protect the artillery and those short legs. As the entire formation approaches, a cavalry unit of about two hundred people from the Mahratta troops leaves the main force and circles around to the flank of the Lightning Legion.

  In the rear, fifty Sault warriors who had been prepared for this situation rushed to the place where they were aiming at a sudden attack, and behind them were two hundred dwarf gunners. Two hundred and fifty people quickly arrived at the designated location, and the dwarf gunners quickly formed three rows as usual, raised their guns and aimed at these small running cavalry.

  "Hold steady... hold steady..." The commander of the dwarf handgunners peered at the approaching Marauder cavalry. He was speaking to himself as much as to everyone else; the current distance wasn't quite optimal yet. The thunder of hooves grew louder, and the long swords in the riders' hands flashed in the sunlight.

  The fear brought by the tall cavalry was constantly expanding in the hearts of these not-so-tall dwarves. This was their first time using flintlocks and fighting against cavalry, as they had only shot at targets or ordinary forest monsters before, which felt completely different from a real battlefield.

  Bang! The young grey dwarf in the front row finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart and pulled the trigger. This gunshot triggered the tightly strung strings in the hearts of all the grey dwarves, and the first row of musketeers fired without orders, but more than 60 bullets only hit five or six people or horses. At this time, the distance between the cavalry was still not close.

  "Damn it! Let me know who fired the first shot, I'll kill him when we get back!" The commander of the musketeers yelled loudly. Seeing that the cavalry had already entered the optimal shooting range, he hastily ordered the second row of musketeers to advance and fire. After more than 200 rounds of bullets were fired in three volleys, the result was only 50 casualties.

  The cavalrymen who were attacked quickly dispersed the distance between them, making the subsequent rounds of shooting completely ineffective. Any mistake on the battlefield would have been fatal. The musket team that could have fired at least four rounds was forced to retreat behind the Saulteaux after only three shots due to a young man's tension and fear.

  The Saldians responsible for protecting the flanks quickly filled in the gap left by the retreating Grey Dwarves, raising their iron shields. With long spears twice as long as normal lances in hand, they pointed directly at the Marro cavalry that was now within arm's reach. The next second, the sound of shields colliding with warhorses was even louder than the gunfire that had just been fired.

  The feet of the people forming the human wall in Sault were piled up with a heap of earth behind them due to the huge impact force, and half of their soles were buried in the mud. The Marro cavalry was stopped outside the human wall and could not penetrate this not-so-numerous defensive line as they had imagined. The strength that the people of Sault possessed from fighting against monsters all year round allowed them to block the charging warhorses!

  The Marro cavalrymen who had been stunned by the impact found themselves in a situation that all cavalrymen least wanted to see. The Salterians, having caught their breath, dropped the long spears that had pierced several horsemen's bodies, drew out the long swords from their waists and held up the shields in their hands, surrounding the more than one hundred Marro cavalrymen and reaping these bewildered enemies.

  The cavalry in the rear began to flee in the direction they came from, while those who had contact with the Saults could only wail and fall off their warhorses. Having lost their momentum was equivalent to losing their most powerful weapon. They could only think of all possible ways to leave this slaughterhouse, otherwise they would become nameless corpses on the battlefield under the blades and roars of the Saults.

  "Although there were some minor mistakes, it was a wrong start." Kira looked at the few scattered Maro cavalrymen and smiled to his Carthaginian companions: "With such a powerful nation joining the war, any single Maro army is not our opponent, we will eventually take back our land."

  In Marro's phalanx, the bearded legion commander looked at the approaching formations of both sides and shouted to the great wizard beside him: "We need magical help, our soldiers are no match for these barbarians, think of a way to break their formation! Otherwise we can only choose to retreat!"

  The magical power slowly gathered around the young grand mage, several accompanying mages surrounded the grand mage who was in the form of a lion, helping him stabilize the increasingly abundant magic. Complex and intricate incantations were quickly chanted out, just as the Marlo army was about to make contact with the Sart people, this magical power seeped into the ground towards the Sart people's formation.

  The power of magic caused massive boulders to burst forth from the ground without warning. The immense force shattered the flat earth, sending the Salteans stumbling in all directions; some were even thrown off their feet and fell headfirst with blood gushing out. The once-orderly phalanx was instantly reduced to chaos.

  The Marauders, who were already close at hand, took advantage of the opportunity created by the mage to launch a charge. The long spears in their hands stabbed wildly at the fallen Saults, and some people lost their lives before they could even get up. A large number of Marauders, like ants, continuously charged into the formation of the entire Thunder Legion, and even the Grey Dwarves who were protected within had to take out their axes to fight against these Marauder soldiers who broke into the formation.

  The clanging of swords echoed throughout the battlefield, with flying blood and severed limbs everywhere. The fallen bodies splashed up waves of blood flowers, and in the face of such a sudden situation, the people of Salter also fell into a disadvantage, being divided and surrounded, leaving some people with their backs to each other, only able to temporarily defend themselves by forming a small circle.

  "It's almost done." The power of magic wasn't the only thing one side possessed. A dark-robed, emaciated man standing in the midst of the Lightning Legion's army gazed out at the battlefield littered with corpses and revealed a gloomy smile. Spells that had been carefully prepared were released, and the magical powers that had just dissipated on the battlefield reassembled, only this time they played a different role than controlling the earth.

  The corpses that had died one by one stood up again, picked up the fallen weapons and began to attack the Maro soldiers around them. Their eyes burned with a green glow, this group of corpses controlled by magic temporarily became the wizard's weapon. At the most intense moment of the battle, which was also the strongest time for the necromancer, there were countless corpses on the battlefield that he could control.

  Hundreds of undead were used to plug the gap breached by the Marauder soldiers, making the entire defensive system intact again. The Salter people, who had come back to their senses, began to push back into the Marauders' formation after clearing out the enemies in their own formation. The Dwarves took out black iron balls and lit the fuses on them.

  With his robust arm, he threw it into the cluster of Maro warriors, and the subsequent intense explosion turned these defenseless soldiers into pieces of flesh flying in the sky. The Lightning Legion, which had an advantage in both strength and equipment, was not just a explosive weapon like artillery.

  "I'll go first." The young grandmaster snapped his fingers, and all the magic wands held by the Maros soldiers in front of him and those that had been snatched away by some Sart people exploded. Those devices at the forefront of the phalanx, of course, had taken into account the possibility of being seized by the enemy, and had long been set with self-destructive spells.

  The grandmaster rode his horse to the side of the large carriage he had used before and began using the prepared teleportation magic. He revealed a smile as he looked at the mustachioed man's stunned face and said: "Even if I gave you an opportunity, you can't defeat these barbarians. The experiment I wanted to do has already succeeded. And the task of defeating this army will be completed by others... As for you, haha... death is the best punishment for your failure."

  ps:,

  What am I going to write after all? Battles won't work... War scenes won't work... Emotions seem to be no good either...

  I'm getting a bit disgusted with myself... The scenes in my head can't be expressed...