The Divine Hunter Chapter 25: The Battle of Manada
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The sunshine is extremely strong, illuminating the entire Manada Valley.
The heat wave washed over the battlefield divided into two parts - the entrance of the valley, and the flanking hillsides.
Second behind the trench at the mouth of the valley were the commander of Cintra, Vesekid, and his armored infantry.
Vesekid lowered his head, and several arrows whizzed past the top of his helmet and flew into the proud team behind him.
"Warriors of Cintra, attack! Attack!" Vesekid's sonorous voice was like the roar of a lion, "Crush the **** of the south, crush them!"
The horn is stirring!
Two huge teams wearing chainmail shirts and wielding swords were like two rivers rushing down the mountain, meeting and colliding.
The soldiers had fierce expressions and were as desperate as crazy. Deafening shouts and commotions erupted all around, and the reflection of the sword flashed before his eyes.
A black-armored soldier roared, with prominent veins on his face and a round helmet trembling on his head. He slashed a sword from top to bottom, and the tip of the sword sliced open the neck of the Cintra infantryman who rushed forward.
He covered his neck and wailed, but did not fall. Before the pain sent him away, he fiercely threw himself into the arms of the black-armored soldier.
They hugged him and during the struggle, a dagger stabbed into his eye socket.
The gushing blood made the three lions coat of arms on a blue background shine brightly on the soldier's chest.
The two ferocious-looking enemies hugged each other and died. The two pairs of eyes glared at each other and never closed.
In the fierce and burning battlefield, countless dead souls are born every second, and hundreds of locations die together again.
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On the other side of the hillside, the black-armored cavalry trying to get around was fighting with the Sintra infantry...
"Attack, kill! Kill those sons of bitches!"
"Same direction! Coordinated steps! Keep the queue compact and act as a group!" John Tanalis shouted hissingly, "The front row kneels down, the back row stands up and sticks the spear handle into the soil!"
The commander from Vizima looked around.
Beside the Manada Valley, the war was raging, as hot as the sun.
The vast cavalry of Nilfgaard are like a cumulonimbus cloud in the field of vision...but the phalanx composed of Sintra infantry is standing tenaciously, with the same pace, dense formation, shield against shield.
A row of spears and halberds emerged from the gap between the shields behind them, like hedgehogs covered with spikes, poking at the charging Nilfgaardian cavalry.
Charging again and again, like dark waves crashing against the rocks.
A Nilfgaardian rider wearing a winged helmet and a silver sun disk embroidered on his cloak broke through the shield wall, stood up in stirrups, and hit the head of a soldier who was holding out a spear with a mace. The soldier fell, and a long sword immediately stretched out from the phalanx and struck horizontally. The Nilfgaardian's head fell to the ground!
But the enemies down the hillside swept in like black rivers, unstoppable.
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Commander Si looked solemn.
Nilfgaard's army came too suddenly, quietly leaving the Amer Pass and advancing north, and Ihrenwald's warriors did not seem to be able to ignite the forest area, which made everything too hasty. , the defense fortifications in the Manada Valley had just begun and were forced to give up.
Only the narrow trenches dug at the entrance of the valley to divide the battlefield slightly weakened Nilfgaard's sharp cavalry, making it impossible for Nilfgaardian cavalry and infantry to complete the encirclement of the Cintra army.
But other preparations and stones thrown from the side of the valley failed to have much effect.
There are a considerable number of spellcasters in the Nilfgaardian army.
They used the surging magic power to weave a strong magic shield and defeated Cintra's first attack.
The group of warlocks were still releasing hail, fireballs, lightning, and violent winds at their own army under the cover of Nilfgaardian infantry!
There was only one sorceress on the Cintra side, which did not help at all. As a result, the Cintra army suffered a lot of casualties until several teams of stone crossbowmen equipped with anti-magic metal arrows were separated and kept attacking the mage. Shooting forced them to withdraw from the casting distance!
Even so, until now, those hateful mages still take time to harass from time to time, causing huge trouble to Cintra.
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Next to the valley, King East of Cintra leapt on his horse and chopped off the head of a lone Nilfgaardian cavalryman with one sword.
With his hair and beard spread out, he looked up to the sky and roared, waving his sword angrily behind the cavalry team. He wanted to enter the valley mouth and charge in blood with his brothers on the battlefield.
Now I can only hide behind and give orders!
"Your Majesty... please don't rush in!" Captain Kenneth wiped the blood and sweat from his face. "You must be safe and sound. Your life is too precious to Sintra!"
"Ester, everyone has their own mission...and you are the brains of the army," Calanthe no longer looked as graceful as before. To be precise, he was in an unprecedented state of embarrassment - his whole face was wet with sweat. , the hair is wet and stuck to the forehead.
She has oily skin that looks a bit old, the nasolabial folds between the bridge of her nose are prominent, and her face is dusty. Coupled with her heroic men's clothing, she looks like a thin man.
She scanned the entire battlefield from afar.
The ground was dyed red, and amid the loud shouts of killing, the soldiers of Cintra marched towards the flesh and blood millstone, falling one after another.
Her eyes were red.
The Cintra army of more than 12,000 people and the Nilfgaardian army of more than 25,000 people fought from early morning to noon.
The men of Sintra were not afraid of death and took advantage of the special terrain of the Manada Valley to barely compete with the enemy!
Bodies everywhere!
More than 8,000 people were seriously injured and killed on both sides, with Nilfgaard having a slight advantage.
However, this only appears to be a close match.
Cintra has lost more than one-third of its troops, and its replenishment speed has slowed down visibly.
And Nilfgaard's soldiers seemed to be endless, which could only prove one situation - not far behind the 25,000 people, there was more support.
"It seems that the demon hunter's words cannot be taken seriously. Nilfgaard's attack time has actually been advanced by a full half a year." A trace of sadness appeared on her face, "Is this destiny?"
Otherwise, when they are fully prepared, they might be able to stop the Nilfgaardians.
Under the current situation, defeat is only a matter of time.
Even if the Skellige fleet successfully lands a day later and joins the war, it can only help them guard the city gate!
"If Cintra is to be destroyed, Nilfgaard must pay a heavy price!"
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"Huh-" Triss Merigold was wearing a very conservative hunting suit, with a tight collar, which completely covered her graceful body.
Cornflower blue eyes looked back and forth eagerly, scanning the entire battlefield.
A team of shield-raising guards protected her firmly, and a team of stone crossbowmen followed her charm and fired in the direction she pointed, where Nilfgaard's warlocks were hidden.
They are as cunning as a pack of wolves, either camouflaged in a dense team of soldiers, or blessed with invisibility or lightening techniques, and fly through as fast as grease on their soles.
Take the opportunity to hurl fire at Cintra's army.
Only Triss has the ability to see through!
"Whoosh whoosh-" She once again heard the vibration of the bowstring, the whistle of the arrow, and the muffled sound of the arrow hitting the shield.
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She panted rapidly~IndoMTL.com~ Sweat slid down her smooth cheeks and chin, her eyes widened, her lips and chest trembled, and her pretty face showed fatigue, not only mentally but also physically.
She has never been so tired and nervous, sweating profusely, and her heart seems to jump out of her chest every second,
There is a hint of regret in my heart!
Am I going to die? Died in the stream of arrows.
She shook her head, gritted her silver teeth stubbornly, and supported her limp body.
Suddenly, a strange figure passed in front of her eyes, as fast as lightning!
If you don't pay attention, you can only see a blurry gray shadow.
It didn't look like a warlock or a soldier, but the figure from behind made her feel familiar inexplicably - the man was dangerously swimming on the edge of the black armored infantry square opposite, with a hood covering his head and a gray silent cloak. The wind blows behind him like dragon wings.
Who is that?