Outside the city of Leiria, a brutal and bloody battle had already begun.

Although the Nilfgaardian army was fierce and stubborn, it was like waves crashing against rocks when facing the combined forces.

For there stood brave warriors from Aedirn, Lyria, and Rivia.

As well as the most special Mahakam Heavy Infantry Regiment, which played a vital role in the battle, and the special troops brought by the Duke of Lannister.

The impact of the heavy infantry's charge was no match for the rock trolls' avalanche-like momentum, and the female night demon's peculiar instinctive magic made the cavalry's horses restless and deviate from the direction of the charge.

The two giant dragons soaring in the sky were spewing flames wantonly in the absence of any effective anti-aircraft methods.

But there were too many Nilfgaardians, and their military discipline was too strict.

The Nilfgaardians fought like a torrent of steel hitting a fortified wall of steel. The battle continued, and it was hard to tell who would win. Although the torrent smashed against the fortified wall again and again, its momentum did not weaken or disappear, and the fortified wall always stood firm amid the raging waves.

"United Kingdom, attack!" Queen Meiwei raised her sword and screamed, "Let the Nilfgaardians pay the price!"

The queen led all the cavalrymen towards the Nilfgaardians, with her at the forefront and the silver-red flag fluttering in the air.

The clash between the cavalry was a situation of mutual crushing. The battle lasted only a moment, but the process was very brutal.

Then the shield wall with spears was opened for the returning queen. The cavalry of the United Kingdom entered the square formation and squeezed past the dwarves wearing chain mail shirts and helmets. There were knights who couldn't hold on and fell off their horses, and there were dwarves behind their shields who fell down.

Then he was carried away and sent to the rear by a medical soldier who took advantage of the opportunity.

"Commander, where is the dwarf commander?"

"I'm here, little girl!" Colonel Barclay jumped up, and beside him were Zoltan, who had just sent Yarpen away and returned, as well as Gabor Sieglin and Petrit Fuchs.

"There are too many Nilfgaardians! If we don't close the gap," Queen Miwei raised her voice to drown out the surrounding noise, "the Nilfgaardians will break through the front line! We can't hold on any longer! We can either move the front line further back or take the initiative to attack!"

"Retreat? What a joke!" Colonel Barclay's bloodshot eyes were wild and terrifying. He had not fought such a big battle for hundreds of years. The blood was flowing in his body like waves, but his spirit was as calm as a reef.

Queen Miwei didn't care about the dwarf's contemptuous address to her. After all, the age of the man in front of her might indeed be beyond her imagination: "What is your proposal, dwarf?"

Colonel Barclay laughed viciously and looked back at the three dwarf officers around him.

There should have been four.

"Yalpen's a good man!" Barclay roared. "He's lying back there getting damn medical help! What about you? Got a problem that needs to be solved?"

Zoltan, Gabor, and Petrit were all covered in blood. There was a sharp-angled crack on Zoltan's chainmail, Gabor's head was sloppily wrapped in a bandage, and one of Petrit's eyes was so bloody that he couldn't open it.

"I really don't understand," Zoltan said angrily, "Why does everyone who sees us ask this question?"

"Give us a damn order now, Barclay!"

…

"Move in unison!" Colonel Barclay shouted. "Move in the same direction! Keep the line tight! Move as a group! A group!"

It felt like a row of steel walls were moving.

No one will believe it.

No one would believe it before today, and few will believe it after today. It will also be difficult for anyone to believe it when this happening is discussed in future military or history classes.

Not only was the coalition's front line not broken through by the Nilfgaardians, but it began to move forward!

Enemy cavalry were everywhere, and the dwarves were being attacked, assaulted, and harassed... but the phalanx was advancing. They marched in the same pace, in a dense formation, with shields pressed against each other.

They kept moving forward, stepping on corpses, pushing aside the Nilfgaardians in black armor... They were moving forward!

"Kill!"

"Keep pace! Keep moving!" Colonel Barclay shouted again. "Keep in line! Sing! People of the mountains! Sing our song! Let these damned black-armored soldiers hear Mahakam's voice!"

"Sing for me!"

Thousands of dwarf throats sang the famous Mahakam war song.

[Ho--! Ho--! Ho--!

Wait, don't be anxious! 】

The Nilfgaardian cavalry had become giant living battering rams, crushing everything that protected the dwarves’ bodies—spears, lances, halberds, and shields. They were like daggers piercing the human body, spilling blood everywhere, and the blood-soaked ground even made the horses slip under their feet.

[The war is about to begin!]

The killing field collapsed and shattered]

But although the tip of the dagger transformed by the Nilfgaardian pierced deep, it failed to pierce the heart or other vital organs. The Nilfgaardian was unable to dismember the small dwarf in front of him, but was stuck inside, unable to move.

They were trapped in the midst of a massive, asphalt-thick mass of infantry.

The dwarves' heavy hammers and battle axes followed closely, and the dwarves with heavy shields quickly adapted to the impact of the heavy cavalry and began to counterattack.

They were an infantry regiment, but at this moment they were advancing against the Nilfgaardian heavy cavalry!

[Broken all the way to the bones!]

Ho--! Ho--! Ho--! 】

…

"United Kingdom, attack!" Amid the roar of the dwarves, Queen Miwei's shrill soprano was like a thin sharp blade.

The cavalry left the phalanx again and launched a counterattack against the Nilfgaardian cavalry, filled with national hatred and family feuds.

This move was a suicide move while killing the enemy. The equipment of the coalition forces was far inferior to the strong armor that the Nilfgaardians had cultivated throughout the south. Without the protection of the dwarves' halberds, spears and shields, Queen Miwei was instantly exposed to the powerful offensive of the Nilfgaardian army.

The sounds of hammering, shouting, and neighing of horses rang in disorder in her ears. Queen Miwei was caught in the crowd, and was close to the terrible slaughter and chaos. There were knights around her who kept blocking the enemy's attacks for her, and the long sword in her hand kept killing the enemies who killed her own people.

A Nilfgaardian rider with a silver sun disc pattern on his cloak broke through the direction of the Queen's Guard. He stood up in his stirrups and chopped his axe into the head of a knight who had lost the protection of his helmet, and then embedded it into the chest of another.

Mi Wei turned in the saddle and swung her sword sideways.

The Nilfgaardian was struck hard, his armor blocking the sword, but he fell from the saddle, and the dense crowd around him temporarily stopped his fall, and for a moment his body was caught between the two horses and hung in mid-air.

But a breath later, he landed on the ground, and the moment he touched the earth, his skull was crushed under the horse's hooves.

"Come again!" Queen Mi Wei shouted frantically, "Keep attacking! Hold on, people of the United Kingdom! Kill!"

…

Her sharp voice was still penetrating in the chaotic battlefield, but soon a heavier voice drowned her out.

"Boom!" This was the sound of something exploding.

"Oh my God!" This was a roar coming from someone unknown.

The next second, everyone saw what made the sound, because it was too tall, too shocking, and too bloody to ignore.

Frost Giants, ancient relics from Skellige.

"Haha! That's the armor we fought for!" Colonel Barclay roared in surprise, and glanced at the giant's equipment with the same eyes as he looked at a peerless beauty.

"Mahakan! Our reinforcements are here, charge!"

…

When the Nilfgaardians saw the ice giant, they naturally would not ignore the blond knight standing on the giant's shoulders.

That face had long been spread as intelligence to every Nilfgaardian military camp, and Lannister's features, appearance, equipment and weapons had long been memorized by all Nilfgaardian officers.

Considering the context of the times, they knew more about the Lannisters than about their own parents.

Not to mention, most Nilfgaardian officers had just witnessed this blond witcher appear in front of them and kill their previous chief officer, and in the process, he also took care of the entire guard team.

Don't be familiar with it anymore...

etc.

When these Nilfgaardian officers thought of this, their faces changed drastically - is it their turn now?

…

Lann thought about replicating his previous actions on the battlefield.

Kill the opposing commanders one by one, then help the soldiers on the front line to destroy the heavy cavalry's front line, and finally cut into the back row, make a big fuss, wait for Menno to feel that the situation is hopeless and retreat, and then slowly implement the subsequent plan.

However, the current battle situation surprised Lann.

He expected the dwarven heavy infantry to be very strong, which was why he had gone to Mahakam to ask for this army.

But he still had not seen the battle of this heavy infantry regiment with his own eyes. He did not expect that they could actually counterattack against so many Nilfgaardian heavy cavalry!

Queen Miwei also changed her previous retreating appearance and for the first time showed her true face as a brave and warlike queen, personally leading her team to charge left and right in the Nilfgaardian camp.

All along, Lann has always played the role of a firefighter, whether in Cintra or in the Eastern War.

It's the kind of thing that "only with Lan can we plan a war", "only with Lan's participation can a war be waged", and "only with Lan's great power can a war be ended".

But the war this time is different.

The Mahakam dwarves held off the Nilfgaardians, and the last soldiers of the North withstood the enemy's offensive, summoning other members of their "lion group" to kill everyone on the battlefield.

Like a master of time management, I rushed here from Menno, and the situation here was surprisingly stabilized.

A feeling of relief emerged in Lan's heart. After so long of forming alliances and recruiting soldiers, he finally reaped the rewards in this battle.

It seemed that I no longer had to play the role of a firefighter running around, and all I had to do was charge forward with them.

Just at this moment, two giant dragons tilted their dragon flames and pulled out a wall of fire from the left and right wings of the battlefield and flew to Lann's side.

The ice giant took big strides, almost kicking and stomping his way through the black army's defense line, and was able to join up with the dwarves and the Northern coalition forces.

“Oh my god!!”

"Lane!"

"Lord Lannister!"

The blond knight stopped riding the giant and instead jumped down from its more than ten-meter-high shoulders.

A bright emerald light lit up on the ground, and a black and majestic warhorse stood up and neighed.

Then there was a flash of golden light, and Lan appeared on the saddle, drawing out the sword of the Lady of the Lake, which was as bright as a torch, and holding it high above his head.

"Charge with me!"

…

"The Lannisters are just ahead? It seems like they've already started fighting?"

Foltestai led the Temerian Legion, and marched to a high slope alongside the Cintra Legion and the Freedom Legion.

All the veterans present had been through many battles, and they could hear the deafening shouts of killing from a distance. Although there were some screams and shouts that they had never heard before, they still hurriedly marched forward to support as soon as possible.

But when he reached the high slope and could barely see the battle scene clearly, the knowledgeable King Fortestai was dazed.

All the veteran soldiers who had fought in the battle for a long time were also in a trance.

The fighting of steel and the spilling of blood reached an unprecedented level, but the fire, ice, wind and lightning that were spread everywhere elevated this war to a level that no one could understand.

Is this land under our feet still the border of the North?

Two giant dragons flying in the sky interrupted everyone's thoughts, and the rumbling footsteps of the giant gave people a sense of oppression even from a long distance away.

If a bard had been present at the scene, he would have been ecstatic, as this would have been a scene enough to compose a masterpiece.

"Lannister..." Folterste's hands holding the reins trembled slightly, and he turned his head stiffly.

The marshal's lion emblem flashed before him.

"Men of Cintria! Fight for Lord Lannister!"

"Free Corps! Charge!"

They suddenly passed over the silver lily banner of Temeria, carrying with them a cloud of dust and driving like a wedge into the Nilfgaardian camp.

"His Majesty?"

The Temeria general rode up to the king's side, bowed his head and waited for orders.

As a general, he had his own considerations; but he also knew that as a king, he had to consider more than just war.

What was happening before his eyes was enough to shake the king's previous beliefs and make him make other decisions.

Fortunately, the general soon got his answer.

"They are reveling, my general." Foltestai said coldly, "Welcome our guests who have come all the way from the south."

"But as Temeria, I think we are more qualified to host them, right?"

Drums echoed, cymbals clanged, horns blew, and the ground trembled under the hooves of tens of thousands of horses.

The black-armored army was cut into pieces in the smoke and dust, and the black sun flag fell.