The rebel army of more than a thousand people is slowly advancing. They are arranged in a staggered and winding formation, and are attacking the south and west defense lines of the ferry with all their strength. When they retreat or take turns walking through the puddles and gentle slopes, the formation

There was an irresistible break between them.

Mage Reed watched the battle ahead. The fighting was going on there, but the progress was not going well.

 Suddenly, a cloud of smoke appeared to the west of him, and an army came towards him.

"Is this idiot Fang Holland back with his troops?" Reed said to himself, "Why are they back? Aren't they asked to intercept the officers and soldiers fleeing west? Just come back. There is almost no one defending here.

The follow-up troops haven't arrived yet. Come and ask!"

The gray army was getting closer and closer, and the rebels gathered on the Plaqin low hill gradually saw them clearly, and for a moment they realized something was wrong.

 “Official troops! Official troops are coming!”

Reed was shocked. There were not many troops around him. After the front attack failed, Lance also deployed many troops to the front line for reinforcements. Now there were less than two hundred soldiers gathered around him, and some follow-up troops were

People are coming one after another from the south, but they haven't arrived yet.

“Attack! Prepare to fight!” Reed shouted, “Go tell Lance and ask him to send someone to support me! Now, now!”

 …

 Rana is leading the counterattack.

 The rebels had no warriors to match him, their lines were torn apart, and they were once again driven back from the positions they had just captured.

Thousands of rebels were crowded in the depression under the gentle slope. They were colliding and crowding in a mess. Some of them tried to spread out to the outside, but were immediately attacked by Milhaud.

 Suddenly, a powerful breath appeared.

 Lance lost patience with the slow progress. He appeared on the battlefield armed with a strong bow.

 He ​​raised the bow, nocked the arrow, and pulled the string in one go, and the heavy arrow shot straight away like a meteor. The Eternal Patriarch in Lana's hand moved again, completing automatic defense before the sword holder was aware of the danger.

 The heavy arrow flew out, piercing the gauntlet, left arm and mail armor of a nearby punishment battalion legionnaire, entering straight into the left chest and piercing the chest.

The legionnaire opened his mouth to say something, but he could only vomit out blood and fell limply to the ground. He instinctively made a move to cover the wound, and he fell backwards, blood spraying into the air like a fountain.

, and then turned into blood drops and fell, making Rana's helmet wet.

Lance snorted softly and turned around to look for other Shutoral. The majestic Lassalle and the foresighted Milhaud scurried around, while Warren Haydon huddled himself under a thick shield.

 One is more cunning than the other.

Lance could only bend his bow and shoot two city defense sergeants one after another. The defensive team was shaken for a while.

“Kill!” Lance put away his bow and arrows, holding a wolf-toothed flail in his right hand, and a sheep-bone shield in his left hand holding a mace. He took the lead in killing towards the ferry. The rebels immediately followed behind and came up with a loud noise.

　　A group of city defenders were facing the attack on Reims. They had received some training and immediately formed a defensive formation. Three people squatted down, two people behind them, each holding a long spear and waiting in line, like a crouched porcupine that couldn't eat.

Lance ran forward with a grin on his face. When he got close, he put away the hammer with his left hand, took out a throwing knife and threw it at the city defense army in the middle. The soldier was caught off guard and was stabbed through the throat and fell to the ground.

On the ground. The other four people were panicking and were at a loss. Lance had already moved closer. The flails and hammers swept over like a strong wind. The militiaman who was hit in the head had his brains exploded immediately. The one who was hit in the chest was shot out in the chest.

A big hole, you can reach in and take out the heart.

 The five militiamen were beaten into pieces in an instant, and all nearby soldiers abandoned their helmets and fled in all directions.

When faced with the defense, use heavy arrows and flying knives to break the formation. After breaking in, use heavy weapons such as flails and hammers to sweep across. Even wearing heavy armor cannot withstand such a powerful attack. Lance himself is also wearing heavy armor.

The defense of the whole body is astonishing, and he is good at both long-range and close combat.

 He is an experienced commander and an unstoppable warrior.

 “Stop him!”

Lana raised his sword and charged forward, but was repulsed in just one turn. Lasalle waved his swords to stop Lance, but one of his sabers was broken in one turn.

Murat, who had been on guard for a long time, raised his halberd to meet him, and rescued Lassalle, whose head was smashed from the flail. Nona had already rushed over with her sword and shield in hand.

 The retreating Lana joined the battle group with the two swords of Charon. Lasalle threw away his useless sword and took a halberd to fight.

 Four people surrounded Lance and fought, and for a while they were inseparable.

The two sides fought for more than ten rounds. Lance used his sheep bone shield to fly Lassalle away, and received a severe blow from Murat. The two sides retreated slightly, adjusting their breaths to prepare for another fight immediately.

"You fought well," Lance wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "but that's it, your end is right in front of you."

 “What a beautiful idea!” Nona shouted, “You wouldn’t even say this if you look at your back, you idiot!”

“Look at my back? Such an old trick, did you learn it from fighting with children?” Lance laughed angrily, “You are a good girl, I will keep you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bugle sound suddenly sounded from the Plaqin Highlands behind him!

This was the bugle of the city defense army, but it appeared on the flank and rear of the rebels, coming from the Plachen low hill overlooking the battlefield.

 Lance thought he was hallucinating, and turned his head in horror.

 …

  :00, Griffith threw the general's flag to Paxiu who was following him, and took the halberd from him.

 “Attack with me!”

He took the lead in charging, followed closely by Paxiu, holding his flag high and roaring. Four squadrons rushed towards the frightened Wizard Reed and the panicked rebels.

Griffith withstood two incompetent attack spells and cut off Reed's legs with a halberd. In the blink of an eye, his brigade defeated the few rebels on the low hill and headed towards the incredible people in the depression below.

Thousands of rebels waved fleur-de-lis flags.

 The panicked rebels dispersed in a hurry, giving up their most critical positions.

 Four squadrons assembled at Plachin Hill and were about to attack the rebels from the flank and rear.

Griffith came to the front of the army and took over the fleur-de-lis flag again under the watchful eyes of the rebels and officers.

The noisy battlefield froze, and everyone was watching the army on the gentle slope, waiting for them to launch a thunderous attack. The main force of the rebel army was panicked. They were stuck in the muddy depression, looking back uneasily at the sudden appearance behind them.

's army.

The rebels were caught between the two armies at the ferry and on the low hill. They were unable to advance or retreat. Panic spread at an alarming speed. Some people even had a premonition that something was not going to happen and began to escape from the queue and rush towards the west.

 Lance was running frantically towards his center, preparing to mobilize his troops to meet the enemy.

If it were a regular regiment, it would not be necessary. However, this time, it was still necessary. Griffiths stood up with the flag raised, looked at the neatly lined up squadron, and said in an enthusiastic and passionate voice:

“Soldiers, have you seen this?

“The enemy is terrified at your feet! They are fearful, panicked, looking up to you, waiting for you to pronounce their death sentence.

“Soldiers, look at me! You know me!

"I am Griffith of the Larmore family, the knight who killed Mosmok and broke the army. You follow me to fight, and no one can stop me wherever I go!"

The soldiers in formation nodded. Everyone knew Griffith. They had either followed him to fight and gain rewards in the past few days, or marched under his banner. Obedience had been ingrained in their hearts.

“Soldiers, follow my banner and rain destruction on the heads of the rebels! Just as I and you have done for the past few days. Crush them, destroy them, trample them into the mud!

“Soldiers, follow my banner! Victory and wealth, glory and triumph await us, and we must remember it in the history of Verona!

“Soldiers, follow my banner! The new and old gods of heaven are watching us! Rejoice for our roar, for our flag, and for our victory!”

Even the most obtuse person could see that the rebel army was shaking at their feet. Griffith's brigade was commanding a commanding position and was sure to be overwhelming. The city defenders' eyes were all red, their teeth were clenched, and they were panting and roaring like beasts.

 Griffith unsheathed his sword and asked loudly: "Soldiers, can we fight?"

 “Fight!” Paxiu clenched his fists and raised his head, shouting at the top of his lungs.

 Griffith swept the whole army with his sword: "Soldiers, can you fight!"

 “Fight!” Gérard, Raye and Mira raised their swords and shouted wildly, fierce fighting intent rolling like a tide.

Griffith raised the iris flag high above his head, and thunder rolled in the hazy sky, as if the gods were praising the hero on the top of the seven mountains.

He shouted to the Plachin Brigade and the Boulogne Brigade at the ferry:

“Soldiers, can we fight!!!”

 “Fight!”

The whole army was filled with fighting spirit and shouted in unison on Plachen Hill. They raised their spears and axes high and roared in unison with a shocking force. All the troops far away at the ferry echoed in unison:

 “Fight!”

Griffith waved the military flag and pressed on the rebels who were in panic all day long.

 “A general attack by the whole army!”

 Griffiths raised the flag and led the charge. His troops rushed down the slope and rushed towards the rebels, making deafening shouts.

The main force of the rebels was like snow meeting boiling water, instantly disintegrating under Griffith's charge. They were attacked from both sides, shouting defeat, and countless people fled in all directions.

"Counterattack!" Lance's eyes were splitting, and he issued a futile battle cry. However, he lacked officers and was unable to assemble a strong and reliable force to counterattack for a while. He could only drive some soldiers to turn around, which in turn accelerated his own chaos.

and collapse.

  Lannes, Lassalle, Milhaud, Murat, Nona and Culala led the city defense troops to counterattack from the ferry. They joined the battle group and shouted fiercely.

The rebels huddled in the mud collapsed and disintegrated. The remnants were sandwiched between the two armies, one fled to the west, and the rest screamed in rout towards the tumbling Beit River.

 …

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" Lance had completely lost control of the army. He jumped on a horse, waved the flag and shouted with all his strength, trying to save the army from disintegration.
To be continued...