The long lance and the long spear crossed together. Then, they stopped at five meters away from each other and pierced each other fiercely.
The wooden poles slapped each other. The spearheads collided with each other. Wood chips flew and fresh blood flowed. Screams could be heard one after another. The injured fell to the ground and let out wails. They were dying.
They were all long pole weapons, and there was not much difference between them. There was not even much difference.
It was just that the nouns were different.
However, the spear of the Rhodok people did not just have a spearhead added.
Instead, it had a 30-centimeter sharp spearhead, and it was wrapped with nearly half a meter long iron sheet on the spear shaft. Not to mention the collision, even if one used a sharp knife to chop it, one strike would not be able to break it!
It was much better than the equipment in the hands of the long lance soldiers trained by the militia in Avilis Castle!
Because the long lance in the hands of the lance soldiers was really only a spear head that was inserted into the wooden handle!
They collided back and forth.
The lance heads were knocked down by the spears one after another.
Even if the lance soldiers stabbed out fiercely, they were blocked by the broad shields.
Instead, the long spears stabbed out like poisonous snakes between the gaps and above the broad shields. Although there were fewer of them, they were unusually cunning. They specifically pierced through the vital parts of the lance soldier and always hit the target.
Blood splattered and the lance soldiers at the front fell one after another.
As for Rhodok Veteran Spearmen, only some of them were injured.
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Both sides crushed each other. In the end, it was not the Crimson Sect’s lance soldiers who had the advantage in numbers. Instead, it was the 1,000 Rhodok Veteran Spearmen!
Rhodok Sergeants, who held a heavy machete that was like a halberd, was even more ferocious in the middle of this formation.
They did not use the traditional stabbing attack at all. Instead, they took their heavy machetes and let the sharp blade directly cut off the spear that was coming at them. Even the spearhead was cut off. It was simply a destructive style of fighting.
They cooperated with the Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen, who had retreated to the two wings, and the Ravenstern Rangers.
More and more lance soldiers of the Crimson Sect were falling.
The smell of blood also became stronger and stronger.
Even the desert bandits did not need to continue throwing short pilums. They even pulled out their scimitars ferociously and charged into the rear or side of the phalanx of lance soldiers. They were like lions charging into a flock of sheep and killing them mercilessly.
The phalanx of lance soldiers with low morale was like a broken house that was leaking everywhere. They could only barely focus on defense.
They passively accepted Kant’s troops’ side attacks and frontal pressure.
But for Kant, this was very simple.
Because his true main force had not been used yet, the 500 Mamlukes and 1,500 Sarrandian Horseman were still by his side, quietly watching the infantry in front of him fight into a mess, maintaining an absolutely calm formation as a deterrent.
Just ahead, Gibran and his 1,000 plus knight attendants had yet to make a move.
The so-called high-level troop class also did not make a move.
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Kant’s troops had the slight advantage and were currently suppressing the Crimson Sect’s lance soldiers.
But those true main forces, such as the cavalry, had yet to truly show off their strength. Those grand knights with extraordinary powers, or even those terrifying knights who had comprehended demonic powers, had yet to step onto the battlefield.
This was the reason why Kant did not take the initiative to act. He was waiting.
Waiting for Viscount Gibran’s trump card.
Because as time passed, the lance soldiers of the Crimson Sect continued to fall.
There were even some people who were falling apart. Meanwhile, the fanatics at the rear and the knights at the left wing acted as if they did not see it. They continued to watch coldly. If they encountered any comrades who were fleeing, they would mercilessly go over and kill them.
It was obvious that they were watching these lance soldiers die!
The killing continued.
The desert bandits had already completely destroyed the restless lance soldiers.
Just with these light cavalry soldiers, they used the simple spears and scimitars in their hands to forcefully slash a bloody path. In an instant, they completely destroyed the phalanx of lance soldiers into nothing.
Dead and injured people were everywhere. The corpses of the lance soldiers were trampled under the hooves of the horses.
Of course, hundreds of desert bandits had fallen in the path of the battle.
Even Baheshtur’s shoulder was slightly injured.
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However, they still ferociously completed the battle and completely scattered the phalanx of lance soldiers.
On the front battlefield, with the help of Rhodok Veteran Spearmen and the dense rain of arrows, they finally completely crushed the Crimson Sect’s lance soldiers on the ground.
The casualties were everywhere, but the Crimson Sect’s lance-soldiers had already lost their morale and started to flee in all directions.
However, what happened next was the same as before.
The black-robed fanatics acted as the barrier troop and massacred nearly 3,500 + lance soldiers who were fleeing. Those lance soldiers with low morale didn’t even know how to resist and were beheaded by the longsword one by one.
Corpses were everywhere, and the thick smell of blood was everywhere. Resentment and hatred appeared everywhere because of unwillingness.
More than 50 figures quietly appeared behind Kant.
Each of them was wearing a black or gray robe.
They held wooden staffs in their hands.
The top of the staffs was inlaid with various exquisite gemstones.
When they pulled back their hood, there were many middle-aged faces among the large number of young faces.
All of them were solemnly looking at the scene in front of them. Each of them raised the magic staffs in their hands and released a soothing spiritual fluctuation that spread throughout the entire army, causing the soldiers to gradually spirit up and return to their battle-ready status.
They were the mage apprentices and mages from the Enfath Empire!
“How is it?” Kant asked.
“We can’t be careless. We have to be careful.”
A leader of mages spoke with a solemn expression. “This sacrifice is extremely grand. Using the blood and lives of thousands of people to worship that abyssal demon lord, I reckon that after it appears, it will be even stronger than the one we met in the ancient passage!”
“Mm.” Kant nodded, the corners of his mouth revealing a sneer. “So that’s about it?”
“Pretty much.” the mage captain nodded.
But he still reminded, “We can’t rule out other variables, such as the accompanying demon troops. They are definitely more than the ones we encountered in the ancient passage last time, and the species are probably stronger as well.”
“That’s pretty much what I thought.” Kant nodded.
He was not the least bit surprised.
Instead, he nodded slightly. “Then let’s begin.”
Waving their hands forward, the desert bandits, who were originally entrenched in the back, began to charge forward instead. They launched a new assault on the troops that had already been enveloped by the blood-red fog and were all trapped in the middle of the battlefield.
However, they did not dare to continue charging forward. Instead, they continued to use the short pilum to throw.
Whoosh! Whoosh.
A muffled groan also appeared. It seemed that the effect of the short pilum was still pretty good.
Quite a number of fanatical believers and those fanatical knights were nailed to death by the short pilums. However, there were inhuman sounds that were like the howls of wild beasts!
