The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Following the Colonel's voice, the two dwarves ran from the most intense place of the battle. They were all covered in blood. One had a crack in his chain armor, and the other had a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his head.

"Are you all right, Sheldon?"

"I want to know." The dwarf sighed and touched the bandage on his forehead. "Why does everyone ask me this question."

"Let's get started. This is the eldest son of Baron Aubrey. He brought orders from the king and the marshal to shrink to the central front to support them." Barclays Ayres said to two comrades, and then he Turning to Aubrey, "Keep your eyes open, boy, keep your eyes open and remember what happened next."

So he opened his eyes wide and looked at the dwarves who had begun to gather into a square formation. When they began to gather, the Nilfgard who seized the opportunity immediately rushed up and surrounded them.

But the dwarves are faster, and in the blink of an eye, this force converges into a huge hedgehog made up of shields and spears.

"Go ahead! Kill! Kill these **** men in black!"

Crowds of Nilfgard soldiers rushed forward, waving their weapons and attacking the dwarven phalanx. Whenever a dwarf is defeated, the dwarves behind will follow and block the gap in the square.

"Keep the same speed!" Barclays Ayres shouted, "Go forward at the same pace! Keep a tight formation! Go forward! Go forward!"

"No one believes me." Lieutenant Aubrey thought in his mind. "When I tell people what I see, no one believes me. This dwarven phalanx is actually constantly attacking, destroying and destroying the enemy cavalry. Under the harassment, they broke through the heavy encirclement. And they were still advancing, maintaining a steady speed, forming an airtight shield wall in a tight formation, and moving on, stepping over the corpses everywhere, as if pushing the enemy elite. Master de Fein goes forward, keep going forward!"

"Keep up! Go ahead!" Barclays continued yelling, "Let these men in black listen to our determination! Sing our song, guys! They can't stop us! Go ahead!"

The famous Mahakam war song roared from the throats of more than a thousand dwarves.

They keep moving forward, moving forward, and moving forward.

On Gallows Ridge, John Natalis finally waited for the information he needed.

The western defensive line of the Northern Allied Forces was fiercely attacked by two divisions of Nilfgard. They suffered heavy losses, but the Nilfgard still failed to break through the line of defense. Count de Rutte’s battle flag was cut down in the melee, but he was still alive, still commanding the most elite Royal Ridania army, resisting waves of offensives by the men in black. On the other side, a large number of Nilfgard troops are constantly pursuing the retreating coalition forces, and they are killing them in the direction of the coalition command post.

His bait worked.

The flag flying on the gallows collar allows each coalition soldier to see the position of the commander in command, and it can also send a message to the Nilfgard. Now is the time when a large number of people in black are stuck on the stalemate front, and they are unable to make new mobilizations.

"Master Marshal... they broke through our defense line of Jinchi Lake, the elves, the Velihead Brigade broke through the defense line!"

"Take my orders down." John Natalis raised his head and looked at the afternoon sky. The fierce fighting made the sky seem to be stained with blood.

It's time to throw the dice out.

"Blencott." The sun was heading west, and Natalis said flatly, "Let Bruncott attack, or let the darkness fall!"

After the mountains in the northern part of the battlefield, tens of thousands of cavalry have long been fighting hard. The army mainly composed of Rydania knights, supplemented by a small number of Adenian knights and the heavy cavalry of the Kodwin Brown Banner Battalion, has been waiting for most of the day behind the hillside. The sound of fighting continued to be heard in their ears, echoing in the narrow valley. General Bruncott from Rydania stood at the forefront of the team on horseback. They had been waiting, waiting for the order from the gallows collar.

When the messenger brought the order, the tens of thousands of troops were agitated like a wave.

"It's time." General Bruncott drew out his saber and said to the adjutant around him, "Assemble and prepare to attack. Natalis lets us attack the right flank of the men in black, and we will break through them!"

"We will send people in black to hell!" shouted a young assistant, a young man with a thin beard. "Hold our banner to the forefront!" the general ordered, "Let's start fighting!"

He took a deep breath and exhausted all the power in his lungs. "Ridania!" He looked at the heavy armored knights who raised their lances and sabers neatly behind them. "Let everyone know that we will turn the tide of the battle, we History will be changed! For Redania! For the North! Charge!"

A torrent of steel draped in red ribbons gushes out from the valley. They are condescending, like a red eagle aiming at its prey and swooping down. The hooves of thousands of armored war horses shook the entire battlefield under the mountains in the north. Dania's red eagle flag hunted at the front of the team.

"Ridania!"

"Ridania!"

The soldiers of the Royal Redanian Army under the mountain raised their swords and yelled loudly.

Cobbs, the ninth Earl of De Ruit, has participated in many battles during his fifty-something career. Since the age of sixteen, war has been like a concert for him. This moment , He heard the most magnificent note.

"Hurray!" He waved his baton and broken sword. "Ridania is here! Red Eagle! It's Red Eagle!"

This fifty-something veteran keenly noticed the changes on the battlefield. The Nilfgard troops directly in front of him were making adjustments. The people in black were indeed well-trained. Facing the sudden appearance of cavalry troops, they were quickly Adjusted to a phalanx that can handle cavalry. His instinct told him that the man in black must never succeed.

"Come with me!" He ordered and grabbed the flag from the flag bearer. "Come with me! Soldiers of Redania! Clash with me!"

A group of infantrymen who had been fighting for most of the day, exhausted and suffered heavy losses, followed their commander in this way, and desperately launched a charge from the front. They shouted, brandished long swords full of gaps, and dragged. The exhausted and painful body, desperate to charge, disrupted the adjustment of Feinendar's division and covered the surprise attack troops.

The enemy's desperate screams amidst the melee, but Cobbs de Ruit can't feel it anymore. A crossbow arrow hit his head, and the count slipped from the saddle, and the falling flag was just covering his body.

The battle flag galloped past, and the horseshoe kicked the sand and gravel. With the sound of horse hooves and human screams, the metal wave rushed towards the man in black. Tens of thousands of cavalry forces smashed into the chaotic troops of the Nilfgard. This new force was as unstoppable as a flood that broke the embankment, and beat Nilfgard's team to pieces.

Chapter 988: At the End of the Battle

"Damn it! I'm going to hang that scout team!"

Marshal Coheren shouted angrily, "Go and find that scout team immediately. I will hang them all on the canopy!"

Not only the reconnaissance team, but John Natalia’s tactics really exceeded his expectations. He did not expect that this northern marshal would dare to exceed the coalition by a third with such a disadvantaged force and only half the enemy. A number, the most elite heavy cavalry is hidden in the valley.

He didn't even foresee that Natalis would be able to remain calm when the balance of victory was continuously tilted towards the enemy, allowing the more than 10,000 cavalry that could change the situation to continue to ambush. Until the Velihead Brigade broke through the line of defense, when the coalition forces were about to fail, when the Nilfgard people had been fighting for a long time and had begun to wear out, such a force was sent out.

He has always believed that the southern army can crush the northern army, both in tactics and in commanding officers. Now he found that he was wrong. The North also has shrewd generals and powerful troops, as well as tough soldiers.

"We can break the deadlock, Marshal." Ellen Trach, the commander of the Delaney Brigade, said calmly.

"Of course, we haven't lost yet." Kochlen straightened his stick. As an experienced veteran on the battlefield, he quickly found the only breakthrough. "We can launch a new round of assault from the breakthrough opened by the elves! This is it! What we have to do is to expand the breakthrough, create panic, and praise the sun! Raise the battle flag, gentlemen, Uzika Division, Delaney Brigade, it's time for you to make contributions!"

"Long live the emperor!" the colonel shouted.

The marshal said to his adjutant, "Mr. De Weingart, gather all the entourages and guards, and the rest time is over. We will go into the offensive with the 7th Delaney Brigade."

The adjutant was a little nervous, but he still controlled his emotions very well.

"Long live the emperor!" This time, there was no wavering in his voice.

At the rear of the northern front, after a short and hurried march, the Mud Infantry Regiment finally arrived at the front. Yar held his spear, panting, looking like a fish that was about to die. The armor and helmet pressed heavily on his body, making him breathless.

Their commander, Governor Bronneber, told them not long ago that their spearmen, composed of volunteers, were going to resist the attack of the Nilfgard cavalry.

"It's time, let these **** southerners see the power of the patriots!"

The volunteers huddled closely together, their shoulders next to their shoulders, forming a square, and each of them held a six-meter-long carbine. They could almost hear the tremor of the earth, trembling under the charge of the Nilfgard Cavalry Corps. But none of them backed up. Every squadron leader stood in the front row of the defense. Every commander led these volunteers to stand in the forefront. At the forefront of all this was their Bronniberg. The Governor, a hereditary Mapoli noble, a member of the Royal Council, and a fifty-year-old veteran.

"Don't whisper!" Governor Bronniberg waved his saber, his other hand held a spear like them, and the white lily flag of Temaria was tied to it. "I I want to tell you that what is moving towards us is the Nausica Division, the most elite of the Nilfgaards! And Delaney Brigade! They are an excellent unit, but we will defeat them and block them here. Put their flag under your feet! Today, we will defend the honor! Let all northerners be proud of the PFI Corps, so that each of us can proudly say that we have served in the PFI Corps! Tell me, buddy Are you proud?!"

Jarl clings to the shoulders of his comrades. There is nothing in his head now. He only knows to raise the spear to block the coming cavalry. Melfi prayed in a low voice, and on the other side, a comrade he didn't know was cursing the man in black in a low voice.

"I didn't hear your voice!" the Governor growled, "I ask if you are **** proud!"

This time, they responded with a deafening roar. Jarl snarled loudly, as if he was about to growl loudly before he would stop. He felt blood rushing to his head. He was indeed proud. They were young people who were farmers, coopers, leather smiths, and clerks not long ago. Now they are the guardians of the kingdom and the elite warriors in the north, Hetai Moriah's most prestigious veteran stood on the same front.

The ground shakes more, they can recognize the cavalry rushing towards their black wall, and they can recognize the wings on the helmets of individual riders.

Jarl saw the governor standing in the front row of the team, raising the spear with the Temorian flag **** like an ordinary soldier.

"For Temalia! For the motherland!"