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With one man and one sword, they actually tore a hole in the Norse line.

This action instantly boosted the morale of the Imperial Legion, and they also charged forward with weapons and shields in hand.

The Norscans who were attacked first had no chance to surround Mousse at all, because the Imperial Legion had already rushed up in front of them.

Norse war mastiffs can't stop Mousse, and Norse raiders can't stop Mousse.

Not even the Norse raider riders could stop Mousse.

She alone fought her way through the Norse army.

It’s a pity that we haven’t completely escaped the encirclement yet.

The effect of Killing Mastery had been lost, and the speed bonus from the charge had been completely taken over by the Norsemen. Mousse even began to pant for air, as he had consumed too much physical energy.

The elf has strong explosive power but is not good at continuous fighting. However, she still holds high the golden badge sword in her hand and slashes forward.

The morale of the Imperial Legion was boosted, and the pistol cavalry even gave up the slow shooting method of pistols. They drew their long swords and charged alternately from both sides of the Norscans.

They met the enemy head-on, were charged by light cavalry from the flank, and were covered by artillery and crossbow fire from a distance.

The battle put the Norsemen at a disadvantage from the outset.

At this moment, a huge wail of pain came from behind the Norse lines.

The sound of flesh and blood being trampled by horses came one after another.

Damn, I was so focused on that strange woman that I didn't notice the location of Rick's guards.

At this time, the empire's most powerful heavy cavalry had completed a tactical detour and used its powerful impact capability to rush from behind the Norsemen.

The Norsemen who had no time to react were all knocked away, killed by spears, by horses' hooves, and by the crowds of their teammates.

This group of Norsemen originally came to ambush the Imperial Army, but they were surrounded and captured by the Imperial Legion.

The surviving Norscans collapsed across the board, and even lost their will to fight. They could only drop their weapons, surrender, and become prisoners.

Now is the dark elves' favorite time, as they are a race that naturally loves all kinds of slave trading.

So many slaves must be a huge fortune!

But Mousse's attention was not on the captives at all, but on searching one place after another.

Where is Wendlow? Where did he go? Even if he was captured by the Norsemen, he should have been rescued by now.

Could it be that he was killed by the Norsemen?

The more Mousse thought about it, the more scared he became, and the colder he felt on his back.

At this moment, a figure and a horse slowly slid down from the tree and landed in front of Mousse.

"Damn, you don't know how scary it was just now. I even suspected that those Norscans were coming for me."

The voice came from behind Mousse, and behind her, Wendlow, who was wearing completely ill-fitting clothes, appeared in front of her intact.

Mousse was stunned for a moment, then immediately hugged Wendlow in front of him.

I stammered, not knowing what to say, and could only hug her tightly, hug her tightly.

The imperial soldiers were also enjoying the victory. The Elector Count of Nord, Gesser, refused to send out his main force, saying that he was afraid of being ambushed by the Norscans.

As expected of an Elector who often fights with the Norsemen, he is very familiar with their customs.

But even if they were ambushed, so what? The provincial army of Reikland was simply stronger than the provincial army of Nordland.

Afterwards, you can use this battle to laugh at the Nordic lords and their cowardly character.

Just as the imperial troops were resting because of the end of the battle, Karl Franz in the crowd immediately realized that something was wrong!

There's movement in the distance!

On the other side of the coast, another Norse army was appearing.

It turned out that the previous two waves of Norse troops were baits, and their only purpose was to cover the main force to safely land on the coast of the Empire of God.

That side was filled with Norse troops, even covering the entire coastline.

Their entire army has already landed and they have been ready for battle.

They were well-rested, they had finished their preparations, they had enough rest, they had their stomachs full, and they had no bleeding wounds on their bodies.

They can even call upon the wizard for help.

On the Empire's side, there were soldiers who had just fought two battles.

The imperial army was too exhausted. After two bloody battles, some of them could no longer lift their swords or shields.

The pistol cavalryman silently opened his ammunition bag. The battle had lasted too long and now he only had the last two bullets left.

The Reik Guards said nothing, providing simple treatment to their injured comrades and wiping the blood and flesh off their swords and lances.

He reconnected his broken bones and fixed his dislocated jawbone back in place.

Rick's Guards are ready for the next battle.

The morale of the Imperial Legion was crumbling.

The unicorn that just slid down from the tree has a very high IQ. Seeing that the situation was not right, it demonstrated in front of Mousse how a unicorn climbs a tree.

He hid on the tree trunk and refused to come down.

Even Mousse, who was most eager to fight, was caught in a dilemma.

Killing proficiency is indeed useful, but there is no way for the Dark Elves to trigger the benefit twice in one battle.

But he still removed a piece of cloth from the prisoner and cleaned all the flesh and fat off the golden badge sword.

"Imperial soldiers!"

Karl Franz once again raised the rune sword in his hand that represented the authority of the Elector.

After the two rounds of fighting, his voice began to become hoarse, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Array up!"

With this order to reorganize, the military discipline that had been somewhat lax was restored.

The imperial soldiers once again completed their formation.

The wounded spearmen and swordsmen still stood straight, and after wiping the blood off their faces with the back of their hands, they were able to continue fighting.

The pistol cavalry had finished reloading their bullets, and now only had one last spare round left.

The crossbowman even threw his beloved heavy crossbow to the ground. Without crossbow arrows, the heavy crossbow was just a decoration.

These ranged soldiers drew their swords and prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

The Imperial mortars have been pushed back to the position, and the situation is also not optimistic. Now the four mortars can only fire three shots.

After three shots, there were no more shells left to fire.

But the artillerymen who controlled the Imperial mortars also drew out the daggers hanging on their waists, and they were ready for the subsequent battle.

In the distance, the Norse army had already launched a charge.

Of course, they knew that after two battles, the imperial army was already exhausted and only one charge would be enough to completely destroy them.

"Imperial soldiers!"

Karl Franz shouted once more, making sure everyone could hear his words.

"Get ready to kill the enemy!"