A little too quiet. Maccarone stared at the empty field and frowned slightly, but he still gave orders without hesitation and organized the troops into a charging formation. Passing through the city and breaking through the wall directly from the northwest corner of Severa, it was definitely beyond the expectations of the Snowton people. If the enemy's position can be disrupted from behind, then the new Guangming Army can fight to the death with both front and rear attacks. Yes, this is Inedil's deployment, and it is also the fate of the New Army of Light. Not long ago, that seemingly inspiring long-distance attack actually put the New Army of Light in an extremely embarrassing position. There is no way forward and no way back. All they can do is to consume Snowton's southern expeditionary army as much as possible and create conditions for the Holy See of Light to counterattack. Maccarone didn¡¯t know whether this was the Archbishop¡¯s mistake or whether he did it intentionally. However, the mission received by the Guangming New Army is that they are not allowed to retreat or move, and they must fight to the death with Snowton's army under the city of Severa. ??And attacking from the front and back is the best strategy that Tuchel and the staff can think of. "Attack!" Maccarone raised his right hand high and the brass horn of march sounded passionately. They were only a few miles away from Snowton's rear, and in any case, the enemy had no time to adjust. The knights armed with spears rode forward on horseback, the white thorn flower flags flying. When a slightly turbulent enemy formation appeared in front of them, they lowered their spears and adjusted their angles, only to find that King Nachini was leaping on his horse to the south bank. The remaining Snowton troops were also rushing forward crazily, with no intention of turning around to meet the enemy. Are they crazy? Maccarone was a little happy, but also a little suspicious. However, the arrow was on the string and he had to fire it. He still drew his narrow-edged swords and gave the order for a general attack. It is also at this time. In the sparse forest on the west side, there was the sound of horse hooves like a sudden storm. "Not good!" Maccarone's expression changed. He turned around and saw a "Fire Pattern Hibiscus" military flag raised high. Following them, running out of the woods, was a cone-shaped knight troop. Gold-plated armor. The scarlet cloak and the triangular coat of arms on the spear are none other than the "Golden Hose Flower", the head of Snowton's "Three Knights". Their speed was not fast, but each horse's pace was coordinated and unhurried, as if they were taking a leisurely stroll. However, it is this calm demeanor that brings terrifying pressure, making people feel helpless. "Turn southeast and continue charging. Don't stop!" Maccarone ordered sternly. In this case, neither forceful engagement nor turning around and escaping are wise choices. As a cavalry commander, he knew that if his own formation was in chaos, he would be swept away by the "Golden Hibiscus" and there would be no room for resistance. "Very smart." Agassiz laughed, spinning his spear in the air, and the knights behind him changed from a cone shape to a wing shape. Spread your wings to outflank him. Long before the battle broke out, King Nachini received a secret report from Viscount Reims. "Golden Hibiscus" has been lying in ambush in the forest for a long time, just to wait for the enemy's sneak attack troops to arrive. Maccarone, who had thrown himself into a trap, could not escape their pursuit, because not far ahead, there was a river blocking the way. The river that was once relied upon by the New Light Army has now become a fatal stumbling block. Rankin. Holy White Tower. "Our army is going to be defeated." Inedil's tone could not tell whether it was desolation or numbness. Most of the time in the past half year. He was savoring the bitterness of failure, and over time, he became accustomed to it. "Their defeat will be sooner or later," the Pale Lord said quietly. "You should have had this awareness when you ordered them to march long distances to attack Severa City." "I hope they will not die in vain, at least they will be severely injured. The enemy forces forced him to rest on the spot for a few days. "Inedil leaned on the railing and looked north, the cold wind cut his face, his clothes rustled, and he looked a little weak. After the consumption of the four major running battles, there is not much divine power left in his body. If he takes action forcefully again, he will really be exhausted. "If you want to severely damage the enemy army, you must help," the Pale Lord glanced at him and encouraged him calmly, "otherwise the enemy's three legends will join forces to attack, and the defeat of our army will be inevitable." "You That's what I'm saying." Inedil pondered for a moment, sighed, and asked, "Teacher, please give me a helping hand." The Pale Lord nodded slightly, raised his hand, and a warm current flowed into Inedil. Within his body, his spirit suddenly lifted. The white-robed archbishop held up the "Eye of the Holy Spirit" and slowly closed his eyes. A gleam of light appeared on the top of the white tower, casting far away in the direction of Severa City. "Return the Fifth Army Corps and hold on to the entire front! Archers will shoot at the corners of the formation, and the cavalry troops will contain them from the sides. Don't be reluctant to fight!" A series of orders were issued, and Tuchel was moved.? His mouth was a little dry, but he had no time to take care of it. The enemy had already rushed to a hundred or ten meters in front of him, and this distance was still shortening rapidly as time went by. Especially the "Blood-Drinking Demon Sword" Catroman, Tuchel didn't know how to deal with it. No matter who he sent to fight, they couldn't delay his progress. "The Commander-in-Chief." A clear voice sounded behind him. Tuhel looked back in astonishment and saw a phantom emerging out of thin air. His clothes were fluttering and the holy light was surrounding him. It was none other than Archbishop Inedil. "What do you mean by the Archbishop?" Tuhel asked in a deep voice, his tone could not be described as respectful. He was on the front line and went through life and death, but the other party was sitting in the white tower watching a show. No one would be happy. "I will guide the chaplain to cast a large-scale divine spell," Inedil ordered. "You wait for a moment and prepare to launch a counterattack." "Okay." Tuhel nodded, drew his sword and stepped forward. This is not to say how much he trusts Inedil, but that he has no other good ideas. However, the battle situation on the front line was indeed extremely bad. Especially when King Nachini personally went into battle to kill the enemy, the morale of everyone in Snowton was greatly boosted, and half of the camps of the Bright New Army fell. Fortunately, the Fifth Army Corps returned in time and joined the battlefield from the southwest, barely holding on to the situation. "Victory or defeat lies in one fell swoop! Defeat the South Barbarians and capture Tuhel alive!" Sunya followed King Nachni and fought back and forth, spattered with blood. He waved his sword excitedly and roared wildly. King Nachini smiled and shook his head. He patted his crotch and the horse leaped up like a lion. It climbed over the earth wall, passed through the chaotic battlefield, and appeared ten meters away in an instant. Before the war horse even landed, he leaned down, and the rusty Urduls Weeping Blood Blade spurted out a line of vermilion sword energy that was about ten feet long. With just a slight wave, four or five heads fell to the ground. ¡(To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! ps: (First update.) ¡