You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 173 The Beachhead! The Beachhead!
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The arrow leaves the bowstring! The bowstring tinkles softly!
clang!clang!clang!
The cast iron arrows swarmed out, shooting from the shore at the fleet, or embedding themselves in different places such as the ship's sides, shields, and sails.

But many more arrows disappeared into the water.

The hundred ships varied in size, with the smallest carrying about ten people and the largest carrying nearly a hundred.

This is too large a scale; they are all crammed together densely.

Everyone was rushing to row to shore.

The attacking side rowed frantically until they reached a point more than ten meters from the shore.

This process injured about two hundred people. Even though everyone was equipped with shields, some arrows still managed to slip through and hit some people's calves, toes, and arms, causing them to scream in agony.

Dozens of people died on the spot, falling into the river. Some of the unfortunate ones were even hit by two or three arrows, and their blood stained the Bro River red.

"Charge! Kill those damned archers!!"

Bald Carter roared from behind, his eyes bloodshot!

Knowing that the enemy had a heavily armored guard, they dared not get too close and could only urge their soldiers onward.

The opponent's violent shooting style cannot be sustained.

But they still died as soon as they showed their faces!
As soon as Roman realizes their status, he will immediately turn his fire on them, even if it means exhaustion, he will shoot them dead.

Unless a high-ranking knight dodges in advance, or has powerful defensive equipment, no one can withstand a single blow from that crimson great bow.

And this moment.

The war has just begun!
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So many of our side have already suffered casualties before the battle even started.

That slap swelled up the faces of the six nobles who had come so close!

They no longer dared to underestimate this remote town.

I just hope we can break through this defensive line in one fell swoop and then cut off the archers' fingers!

I feel very frustrated and angry.

With so many of them, how could they be bullied by these people?

Especially the army of Count Conde.

We couldn't beat you when we had no allies, but now that we have allies, do you think we still can't beat you?
The dock area was open, and it was impossible to defend it entirely. Roman had his troops set up a defensive line of two or three hundred meters.

Although it is still somewhat insignificant compared to the wide coastline.

However, not all coastlines are suitable for beach landings.

Places that can become ferry crossings and docks are either renovated later or have inherent advantages.

Most are the former; naturally formed docks are rare.

First, the current must not be too fast, otherwise the boat will not be able to stop.

Secondly, the water depth is suitable.

It cannot be stranded, nor can it be too deep.

Finally, the riverbank was leveled.

Most of the shorelines have a drop of two to three meters between the water and the land, and are densely vegetated.

Although we've reached the shore, we actually have to climb up and then traverse dense forests and vegetation. The march is arduous and it's not suitable for a large-scale landing. It would take at least half an hour to get into the combat zone. And if you rush through at full speed, will you still have the energy to fight when you get there?
This pier is the most suitable landing point.

"Reload! Form ranks!" Jet shouted.

All the heavily armored soldiers stepped forward in unison, smashing their heavy shields down, causing the river water that submerged their feet to splash up.

"Kill!!"

The beach landing troops, armed with weapons, charged the defensive line; the first wave numbered nearly a hundred.

More ships approached from behind, and the soldiers on board hurriedly disembarked, wading through waist-deep water.

The close-quarters battle has begun!
"Hold on!!"

The first line of defense is heavily armed and forms an iron wall, staffed entirely by experienced soldiers, to ensure its stability and prevent any breaches.

The second line of defense is responsible for checking for gaps and filling gaps. Once a comrade-in-arms is found to have fallen, they must immediately step in and push back all the enemies that are pouring in.

Alongside the heavily armored warriors of the second line of defense were spearmen.

The specially designed spears were three to four meters long, their sharp tips capable of killing most leather-clad enemies; even those clad in chainmail were doomed. "Charge!! Kill!!!"

The noble alliance roared!

They were by no means cowards; as beachheads, wealth and glory awaited them.

Hold the line! Hold the line!

Arrows flew like locusts, streaking across the sky!
The river flows, and blood splatters everywhere!

boom!
The Carter family's beast warriors fiercely rammed into a heavily armored man, stepping on his large shield and making it difficult for him to get up.

He was about to lead his men to break through this defensive line.

But then, a rapier pierced his eye with lightning speed, and no one even saw Jet draw his sword.

The beast warrior fell backward.

The heavy infantrymen on the second line of defense charged forward without hesitation, while the other infantrymen dragged the fallen heavy infantryman away.

In this war, veterans were the main force, standing on the front lines to prevent new recruits from deserting.

The defense line is now under immense pressure, and what was once neat and orderly is slowly becoming deformed.

Jett, wearing a black iron mask, shouted, "One! Two! Push!!"

All the heavily armored warriors were exerting their strength and wrestling with the opponent. Upon hearing Jet's command, they also roared out their voices from Jet's throats!
"One!! Two!!"

"push!!!"

The crumbling defensive line was stabilized again, forcing the enemy to take a step back.

However, their numbers also increased, and after a brief two-minute exchange, the riverbank was packed with them.

The noble army suddenly surged forward, numbering in the thousands, densely packed.

What does it mean for the battlefield to be constantly changing?

The formation that had just stabilized was hit by an even more violent attack, and it became even more deformed.

They pressed forward with heavy shields, but the enemy counter-pressed, forcing the heavily armored troops to retreat.

It's similar to a tug-of-war; sometimes it's not that you want to move forward, but that the huge pulling force forces you to move forward.

This was a harbinger of the collapse of the front lines.

No matter how desperately the spearmen thrust, it was to no avail, because the enemy's shields and spearmen also moved up, and their own men continued to die and be wounded.

"I can't hold it anymore!"

Two-star apostle, squad leader Luca, roared at Jet.

"Slowly move the center line back! Move towards the sides!!"

Upon hearing these words, the originally tortuous heavy defensive line struggled to open a crack in the middle, like two doors slowly but firmly opening.

Upon seeing the breach, the noble army was overjoyed and rushed towards the opening in the middle without prior arrangement.

“Kill…” The Carter family’s beast warrior brandished his machete and charged ahead.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly sent flying backward.

The soldiers behind saw that the beast warrior had a flying axe stuck in his face, deeply cleaved into his face, his features sunken in and his flesh mangled.

They looked on in horror and discovered that the other side also had an army charging towards them.

The leader was a burly warrior who was over two meters tall, heavily armored, and whose movements were accompanied by a clanging sound when he ran.

"Men of the 3rd Infantry Battalion! Follow me and kill them!!"

Nathan wielded a ten-pound axe, leading the new recruits into battle.

It's impossible to send new recruits to their deaths in brutal combat.

But the situation is now very clear.

With the terrain advantage, all they need to do is beat the dog when it's down.

On the riverbank, countless soldiers were locked in a fierce battle, blood flowing like a torrent, as if they were possessed by madmen.

(End of this chapter)