OBS Chapter 949 Burying this ancient empire
Chapter 949 Burying this ancient empire
Chapter 949 Burying This Thousand-Year Empire
The demonic elephants, originating from India, have enormous heads adorned with iron masks resembling skulls. Two-meter-long blades extending from the tips of their tusks gleam with a chilling iron light. They violently swing their trunks, emitting deafening roars.
A dark mass of Undead cavalry, lances raised, followed closely behind the war elephants.
With these behemoths, each over eight meters tall, charging ahead, they could almost see the enemy's army being trampled into pieces, leaving behind a scene of blood, flesh, and mud.
The Frankish cavalry launched the first attack.
They aimed their arrows at the war elephants' heads and necks. The powerful composite bows allowed them to shoot up to 500 meters away, but the war elephants had thick hides and flesh, so even if the arrows pierced through the armor, they would get stuck in their rough skin and be difficult to kill.
Even though the heads and necks of these demonic elephants were pierced like hedgehogs, their charging momentum did not diminish in the slightest.
"Hahaha, these ignorant Franks! These arrows stuck in the elephants are like thorns in our hands. Do they think they can stop the elephants' charge?"
"Crush them, crush them, for His Majesty Bahram, for the sacred flame!"
"May the sacred flame burn forever, supreme and mighty! Slay all these unbelievers!"
The charioteers and archers on the upper floor shouted excitedly.
Since the formation of the Elephant Legion, it has spent a great deal of money, and this is their first battle.
After all, these giants have an astonishing appetite. In just three years, these young elephants were grown into the behemoths they are today. The resources spent, both openly and secretly, are simply immeasurable.
Just then, a tiny figure wearing a golden crown could be vaguely seen on the city wall, slowly raising a golden spear in his hand.
In an instant, every Sassanid soldier felt a jolt in their heart, as if they had offended a formidable nobleman, and a sense of boundless fear arose within them.
In the whole world, could it be the royal land?
Wearing the Lombard Iron Crown, Lothar instantly unleashed the power of this divine artifact, transforming the entire area within a two-hundred-mile radius into his own earthen palace.
Lothar immediately raised his holy lance again, pointing it diagonally at the enemy troops charging down the ground.
Enemies targeted by the sharpshooter will suffer a 20% damage amplification effect.
With all under heaven subject to the king, the damage inflicted by the enemy on the overseas empire's subordinates would be simultaneously reduced. The combination of these two factors meant that the overseas cavalry, already more elite than the enemy, had formed a deep chasm with the Sasanian army.
The armored cavalry at the forefront began to disperse to the flanks, gradually shifting to the center, where a group of monastic knights draped in various cloaks appeared.
An archer on the tower keenly noticed that the lances used by these religious knights were very short, only a little over two meters long, with metal weights at the end; they were more like javelins than lances.
"These Franks think we're just ordinary war elephants."
Ordinary war elephants might be driven away out of fear of pain due to the high damage from spears, but these demonic elephants, let alone spears, would dare to thrust out their tusks even in front of dragons!
The Sassanid archer sneered, wanting to make a sarcastic remark, but looking at the Frankish cavalrymen charging forward with no fear in their eyes, a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.
Where do they get their confidence?
As the two sides drew closer, the Sassanid archer suppressed his unease. No matter what, could these Frankish cavalrymen really fight against the demon elephants with their bare hands?
"Crush them!"
"Kill them all!"
he shouted.
The distance between the two sides was quickly reduced to only fifty meters. In the time it takes to breathe, the elephant could crush these ignorant Frankish cavalrymen. The archers in the elephant tower could even clearly see the patterns on the cloaks of the monk knights.
"shooting!"
The archers on the tower unleashed their arrows.
The guild cavalrymen made no attempt to raise their kite shields to shield themselves, but instead raised their javelins in unison.
"In the name of the Father!"
They shouted in unison, and the javelins in their hands rose up with dazzling golden light.
Three years is enough time for these knights who have obtained the Seed of Holy Light to have traveled a considerable distance on the path of Holy Light.
Over the past three years, the knights of the three major knightly orders have traveled to every corner of the overseas empire, eliminating countless demons. They have also entered the world of battle records many times to fight against those terrifying enemies from the world of yesterday's giant ship, experiencing countless life-and-death trials.
The knights forged through such trials would be worthy of the title "Holy Knight," even if placed within the Holy Knights Order once commanded by Jeanne.
boom--
The dazzling golden light obscured the view of the spectators.
Both sides slowed their advance or moved to the flanks almost simultaneously.
The immense impact seemed to overturn the entire earth, and countless warhorses fell to the ground, creating chaos everywhere. The originally tight formations of both sides became loose.
When the light gradually fades and you can see again.
These demonic elephants, on which the entire Sassanid army placed high hopes, still stand on the battlefield.
But as a gentle breeze blew, these enormous creatures collapsed to the ground like mountains, their chests and abdomens riddled with huge wounds that had almost emptied their entire body cavities.
The immense impact threw the soldiers carrying the elephants into the air. These sharpshooters, who had undergone rigorous selection, died on the battlefield along with the war elephants before they could even unleash their power.
"How can this be!"
Ali's expression turned ashen. It wasn't that he couldn't accept the cost of the complete annihilation of the Elephant Army, nor was it that he had no other trump cards left.
Having paid such a heavy price without achieving anything, and not even getting close to the enemy, it remains to be seen whether the other trump cards will still be effective.
The intense sense of defeat made him wonder if these Franks were really as invincible as Mustafa had said.
"Charge! Keep charging!"
Ali paused for a moment before continuing to give orders. He had no way out. In any case, this battle was 60,000 against 6,000, almost a one to ten ratio. Even if the Franks had three heads, the advantage was still in his hands!
The Sassanid army, still reeling from the shock of witnessing this scene, had no time to investigate what had just happened. The sound of bugles urged them to abandon all thought and charge forward, following the banners before them.
Both sides laid down their bows and arrows and raised their lances.
The heavily armored cavalry, armed to the teeth with steel, collided like the bursting Tigris and Euphrates rivers, splashing blood-red waves.
In an instant, countless people were impaled by lances and trampled by warhorses, and the sounds of men and horses filled the air.
The twenty-nine enormous elephant carcasses stood like natural roadblocks in the path of the two armies' clash, delaying the main battle between the two sides in the very center—the clash between the friars knights and the Sassanid undead.
"Quickly, hurry up and catch up! Get those mountain infantrymen to follow! The Frankish charge has been halted!"
Ali, on the tower, shouted desperately. Once his cavalry was defeated, he, left with only infantry, would have no hope of victory if he failed to surround the Frankish cavalry.
The best outcome would be a draw.
But after paying such a heavy price, is there any point in a draw? This was merely the vanguard of the Franks, while he was leading almost all the mobile forces that the entire Sassanid Empire could muster!
The mountain infantry, wielding great axes, warhammers, and flails, began their rapid advance. Their armor was light, and they were not equipped with shields, precisely so that they could encircle and annihilate these iron-clad soldiers when the enemy's heavy cavalry lost their speed.
"Hurry, faster!"
"Charge! As long as we trap these Franks and prevent them from running away, we've already won this battle!"
His eyes were red, his fists clenched, and he stared intently at the situation on the battlefield.
"General! General! Look behind us!"
But just then, Ali suddenly heard his attendants' alarmed and slightly distorted voices reminding him.
Ali suddenly turned around, and the expression on his face instantly became incredibly interesting.
Behind the Sassanid army's massive formation, a chilling mist hung in the air, obscuring their vision. The rapid clatter of hooves grew louder and louder as they approached, like drumbeats striking his heart.
how come!
How could the enemy possibly have troops lying in ambush behind them?
Ali wished he could throw all those hundreds of falconers in the army onto the stake. No, these good-for-nothings shouldn't even have the chance to return to the sacred flame. They should be left to rot in the wilderness, to be eaten by jackals and vultures!
"Quickly, send the reserves to take over immediately! We absolutely cannot allow the enemy cavalry to reach the rear of the infantry main force!"
Ali knew his infantry well; this rabble would have a hard time holding out even in a head-on confrontation with the enemy, let alone a surprise attack from the rear. Throughout the Sassanid Empire, apart from the Immortals, no other army could withstand such a surprise attack without collapsing.
Just then, the distant mist gradually dissipated, revealing a group of Berserker cavalrymen clad in chilling iron armor, their eyes still glowing with a ghostly blue flame.
Wielding massive serrated longswords, lances, and enormous two-handed greatswords, they rode ghostly warhorses clad in horse armor, bringing with them a chilling wind that seemed to come from the far north, carving a path of frost through the wilderness.
"With the sacred flame above, what kind of monsters are these?"
"Is that a demon summoned by the Franks?"
Ali replied without hesitation, "Go and invite Master Gilani immediately. Tell him it's time for him to make his move!"
Master Gilani is the leader of the Cathedrals and one of the two trump cards he prepared to fight the Frankish dragon. But if he doesn't make his move now, they will be doomed even without the dragon.