The battle of the Hill of Oath has begun.
Flags covered the sky, the landscape was picturesque, and the formations of both sides stretched out in an endless stream.
The war horses snorted restlessly and pawed the ground with their hooves. Some soldiers holding spears and muskets looked at the opposite side from time to time, and then tightened their weapons.
To the north, a red flag flutters endlessly, a rose wrapped around a crimson moon, elegant yet awe-inspiring. To the south, a fairy dragon on a white background symbolizes another dream, while soldiers below, hailing from various regions, wear diverse equipment and clothing.
Riding on his white horse, Loran Hill slowly came to a hill, looked at the battlefield in the distance, and analyzed the enemy's situation one by one.
Behind her were a dozen or so women who were also riding horses. These women wore long, hooded robes with white bases and sleeves decorated with leaves and petals.
In order to enhance its own strength, Loran Hill has also selected a group of outstanding people during this period and trained them to become outstanding extraordinary people. They also have a new name, the "Four Seasons Witches".
There are currently 92 of these white-robed witches of the four seasons, divided into four categories: Emerald Leaf Witch, Fire Leaf Witch, Wind Leaf Witch, and Frost Leaf Witch. Their identities are distinguished by the patterns on their sleeves.
Among them, the Green Leaf Witch is mainly responsible for the cultivation of crops and extraordinary fruits in the territory, focusing on agriculture and organizing production.
Fire Leaf Witches are used in the military. They are responsible for casting spells and killing, and they also learn some combat skills.
Wind Leaf Witches walk among the people. They predict the weather, are the disseminators of knowledge and ideas, and also gather the actual conditions of various places to the central government.
Frostleaf Witches are more complex, being scholars with different specializations. They choose to master a certain professional knowledge and serve as technical consultants and staff for local organizations to solve many problems, such as water conservancy, construction, and planning. They will be stationed in a certain place for a long time and will also help resist the invasion of villages and towns by monsters.
The witches of the four seasons all studied knowledge related to treatment and healing, but their specialties were different. The Green Leaf Witch was proficient in herbs and the healing of chronic diseases, the Fire Leaf Witch was proficient in first aid for trauma, the Wind Leaf Witch was proficient in epidemic prevention and the treatment of epidemics, and the Frost Leaf Witch was well versed in the identification and treatment of difficult diseases.
Of course, this is just a preliminary prototype, and there are not many people at the moment, so there are only 92 people in total, most of whom are sequences 4-5.
Just as Loran Hill was quietly observing from the rear, the battle began.
A few tiny, unnoticeable black dots streaked across the sky at high speed, falling to the earth in a parabola and causing a violent explosion. They were artillery pieces from the empire's rear.
Artillery? But fortunately, there aren't too many of them.
The girl quickly analyzed it and then raised her hand.
"Lady Jialan." A hooded priestess with emerald leaves and petals on her sleeves stepped forward and asked.
"Have Sylphiel lead the Wind Leaf Witch to the center of the position to change the wind direction and avoid the artillery shells."
"Yes, sir."
Then several witches retreated, and soon a team of about 20 people set out. They rode on horses, holding white vine wooden staffs in their hands and waving them in the wind.
The golden leaves hanging on the staff collided with each other, making a crisp sound like wind chimes, and then a south wind began to blow in the sky. The flying shells lost their accuracy and fell on the open space in front of the position, blowing out several large holes.
"Change the altitude, lower it." At the rear of the Imperial Legion, the commander looked into the distance with a telescope, and then instructed his men to adjust the altitude of the gun mount.
But just as they fired their next round, the wind changed again, this time from the north, causing the shells to land behind the position.
"Tsk!" The commander spat out the grass root he was biting. He realized something was wrong, but there was no time left.
The two armies began to advance and charge.
The first to approach each other were the central army. The armies of both sides continued to converge and close together as they advanced, forming a tight line. They held muskets, approached step by step, shouted the slogan, and marched in unison.
"Stop, aim!"
When the two sides were only more than 100 yards apart, both sides stopped. If they moved forward at this distance, it would be easy for the other side to take advantage of them and fire at them in formation, but if they did not move forward, the shooting accuracy would not be ideal, which was a bit embarrassing.
However, the commanders of both sides were cautious and did not advance any further. Both sides had reasons for not being able to afford to lose.
Seeing that the other party had the same idea as him, he had no choice but to compete with his will and fighting power.
"Fire!"
Continuous blue smoke filled the air, flames exploded, dense bullets were fired like raindrops, and both sides began to fall down in rows.
In the first round, both sides were tied.
Then, the troops on the flanks also began to fight, but they were much more flexible due to the terrain and distribution.
As the Empire's Red Line moved forward, their army formation suddenly parted, and teams of elite cavalry rode out. These cavalry were different from the previous ones, as they were equipped with long lances and their horses were draped with majestic horizontal cloths.
Red pennants fluttered in the wind under the lance tips, and then the cavalrymen advanced slowly. When they reached the open space in the middle, they began to speed up. When they were more than 100 yards away, they began to advance at full speed. The more than four-meter-long lances were lowered in unison, and the lance tips emitted a wandering red magic like branding irons.
It's really retro.
Looking at the ferocious cavalry advancing like a city wall, Lu Bin couldn't help but sigh. Although such tactics were not unfamiliar, they were rarely seen nowadays.
But at the same time, we have to admit that it still has strong lethality.
The barrels of the muskets were raised and aimed, and then flames and smoke billowed from the dark holes. Dense bullets struck the charging cavalry, punching small holes in the sturdy armor and causing blood to splatter everywhere.
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