Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 246 - 246 127 Battle of Longka 3 Fierce Fight_2

246: Chapter 127 Battle of Longka 3 (Fierce Fight)_2 246: Chapter 127 Battle of Longka 3 (Fierce Fight)_2 Even though they were surprised that their opponents still had a team of well-equipped elite soldiers, they felt it was not a significant concern.

It was clear that the military strength of Luo Sen and Ascov’s troops still held a tremendous advantage over the northern enemy’s formation of Halberdiers and armed civilians.

Moreover, right behind the frontline, they had two main forces of Knight Yom to back them up.

Canis glanced towards the left flank and nodded in satisfaction; their archers had finally reached a distance where they could strike back…

From the highlands’ Arrow Tower on Longka’s side, rapid arrows flew towards the rear of the Wolf Family Army Formation.

But this time, the undeterred archers from the Wolf Domain advanced directly against Longka’s superior range of arrows, and at the cost of several of their own archers’ lives, they charged into range and mercilessly drew their bows to strike back at the enemy fortification they despised so deeply.

Whoosh—

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The disordered arrows fell like raindrops all around Longka’s archer fortifications.

One could hear the sound of arrows piercing flesh as one Longka archer was hit in the face and fell moaning.

He was quickly pulled away from the window by his comrades, constantly clutching at his pierced jaw, struggling in pain, but unable to speak.

Thud!

Another slightly slower archer took an arrow to the chest and didn’t even have the strength to scream; after a few convulsions on the tower floor, he lay still…

The casualties continuously increased.

After witnessing several of his teammates fall, faced with more than double the number of arrows, the remaining Longka archers finally took to their shelters, daring not to show their faces again.

Looking up and noticing no more arrows emerging from the top of the Arrow Tower, Leon did not rebuke his archers.

Once the enemy was determined to suppress the Arrow Tower, numerical disparity was ultimately hard to overcome.

His gaze returned to the front; the enemy had advanced to less than a hundred meters.

He couldn’t see the row of enemy archers behind, but Leon knew that once the enemy had suppressed his archers, their rain of arrows would reach his lines before the infantry attack.

Calm Mr.

Brian Sr., issued his commands unhurriedly.

All front-row soldiers of the military formation raised their large shields and long spears, while the warriors in the back row stood shoulder to shoulder, stacking up shields over their heads, the sharp spearheads and long poles protruding like a hedgehog’s spines in front of the formation.

Almost within a few breaths after the defensive formation was set, Platon’s formation experienced a volley of arrows, but the arrows clanging against the shield wall caused no initial casualties to the well-prepared soldiers.

Mr.

Brian, Sr., without delay, quickly moved behind the central infantry formation of the Selvians.

Seeing that the sporadic arrow rain could only suppress the right wing, he shouted orders for the Selvian warriors in the rear two rows to stealthily pick up their Throwing Spears using the front row soldiers as cover.

From his vantage point atop his horse, Brian closely watched the enemies approaching directly towards the formation south of the Central Army, a mob although large in numbers, only armed with Long Spears and swords and in disarray…

Eighty meters…

Seventy meters…

Sixty meters…

Leon lowered his Riding Spear with his right hand, stabilized the reins with his left hand covered by a Kite Shield, and watched those advancing slowly, seemingly within reach but still not charging—the troops of the Wolf Domain.

Fifty meters…

Forty meters…

His exceptional vision allowed Leon to clearly see the fierce expressions under the helmets of the Wolfenhol Soldiers.

And finally, the enemy formation erupted with the blaring of horns.

“Kill them all—!!!” shouted a soldier beside the battle flag of the Wolf Domain, brandishing his sword.

Upraised Long Spears clashed like rainfall onto the front row, as the Wolf Family’s soldiers, with thundering steps that trampled the ground, loudly shouted their war cries and intimidating howls, like waves crashing toward the enemy lines.

Although slightly sluggish, a large group of Conscripted Soldiers on their right flank also charged forward furiously at the enemy, led by the Military Governor’s soldiers, screaming wildly with weapons in hand.

Thirty meters…

Twenty meters…

Enough, within twenty meters—this was the maximum range the Selvians could achieve with their short-term training.

“Selva!

Throwing Spears!!!”

Mr.

Brian bellowed loudly.

The Selvian infantry in the rear of the Central Army, as per their usual training, braced against the slope beneath their feet, twirled their waists, and hurled their weapons forcefully diagonally upwards.

Like a gust of wind, the spears whooshed over the heads of the front-row shield-bearers.

Over forty densely packed Throwing Spears whistled past the front lines and then, following gravity, fell like a downpour, bringing death upon the advancing pack of Conscripted Soldiers struggling to charge.

Even before they could react to the onslaught, sharp iron spears pierced through the running Militia.

Some were impaled, eviscerated on the spot.

Others, who were thrown back tumbling, clutched their gruesome wounds, screaming in agony, enduring excruciating pain in their dying struggles.

“No…cough, cough…no…” a wheezing Conscripted Soldier’s eyes dilated as if trying to awaken from a nightmare.

“Ah!

Mother!

Ah…it hurts…” a forcibly conscripted civilian, clutching the spear through his abdomen, cried inconsolably to himself.

Blood uncontrollably spurted from his gruesome wound, instantly overflowing the ground beneath his feet.

Pierced torsos, shattered skulls, waves of pitiful cries…

The soldiers of the Wolf Domain Military Governor witnessed more than twenty of their comrades fall unexpectedly to the sudden attack of Throwing Spears.

It was as if a gap had been cleared in their ranks, and ironically, the few who ran the fastest were lucky enough to escape the onslaught.

But facing the wall of Long Spears rising and falling in front of them, hearing the horrific screams behind them, they felt their spines chill instantly, losing the courage they had mustered just moments earlier.