Chapter 1259： Unmanned attack aircraft

He has never seen such a strong style of play. When facing ten times the strength, he even dared to actively change the formation and use a hollow square to increase the contact area of ​​the two sides!

What made him even more speechless was that he originally thought that he could rely on the number advantage to overwhelm the opponent, but then he saw the opponent's counterattack like a child's play.

Counterattacking his 2,000-man phalanx is the enemy's 50 poor death fighters! Fokker smiled. He felt that the opponent had no more backs and could only rely on the death fighters to fight back.

But he found that he was laughing early, and the 50 counterattack enemies were covered with lightning, as if the gods descended to the earth...Well, the gods descended to the earth, and destroyed his phalanx of 2000 people!

That's right! It's broken! If it is said that 2000 people chasing 6000 people to fight it makes Fokker feel very ashamed, now 50 people have destroyed his 2000 army, which makes him a little embarrassed.

If 50 of the opponent can defeat 2000 of his own, can the 2000 opponent's soldiers be able to beat everyone on his side?

While he was calculating this simple mathematical problem, the Elf tribe on the other side also defeated the 2,000-man phalanx of the Rock Empire on the other side.

The difference is that the elves on this side use wind magic, and the scene is not so spectacular, but it has become more bloody.

Those sharp wind magics shredded everyone blocking the road, turning a group of soldiers in the Rock Empire into pieces of meat on the ground!

"Immediately! Send the order immediately..." At this moment, Fokker felt that his counterattack was impossible to win. He was about to give an order to retreat, but then he remembered a very fatal problem.

Not long ago, he had his adjutant, with his own order, let Grand Knight Commander Fink take over the command of the Grand Prince.

This time it took over the command to allow the cavalry to continue to attack the opponent's flanks!

But if the frontal troops on his side retreat backwards, the cavalry on the flanks will be exposed to the threat of the 2,000 frontal infantry.

As long as the opponent sends some troops to flanking the past, the cavalry units may suffer heavy losses.

Thinking of this, Fokker had to face a difficult choice, whether to continue the offensive, buy some time for the cavalry troops, or retreat back, gather the ruined soldiers as soon as possible, and disengage from the opponent!

He was very entangled, because he knew that no matter what choice he made, he couldn't win this war.

Loss of advance and retreat is to describe his current situation: if he continues to attack, these elite empires will almost be destroyed on the small plain near the city of Hosoth.

But if he retreats? What if he loses his troops? The imperial city of Soth will really never be retaken again!

Gritting his teeth? Fokker intends to hold on again, he thinks? At least he should wait, wait for the cavalry on the other side to attack, wait for a good news, or say? Wait for a worse news!

If his cavalry breaks the opponent's flank, then he can continue to insist here, entangle the opponent's 2000 infantry, and wait for the cavalry to take the city of Soth? It can almost force the opponent to retreat.

And if the cavalry unit fails? Then the whole plan is shattered? All the soldiers he lost before him are lost in vain.

"Master General!" An officer rode up to Fokker's side and said: "In this situation, we should first withdraw our troops to reduce casualties!"

Seeing that thousands of soldiers have died in battle on the battlefield, if you count those who are frightened and lose their fighting ability, there may be 3,000 people!

"It's too late! The news is too slow! When I send someone over, the cavalry over there has already started attacking!" Fokker explained in a desperate way: "At the moment, we can only give them a chance!"

"Hey... Then, general, we have to plan ahead!" The general reluctantly continued seeing his troops being suppressed by the opponent: "You have to try to change the sound of the horn."

"No! Once the retreat horn is used, all the troops can only retreat! That is equivalent to saying that we have lost the battle!" Fokker stopped the opponent, insisting on his own thoughts: "Wait! Wait a minute... Maybe there will be news of victory from the cavalry side!"

Now, while he hated the timidity of the prince, he also hoped that the cavalry unit taken away by the prince could return to the battle!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" An officer pointed at the sky with a long sword in his hand, and shouted loudly in a hoarse voice.

As he shouted, a row of archers raised their long bows, bent their bows and set up arrows, aiming the arrows at the dense black spots in the sky in the distance.

Just when they were ready to shoot arrows, these black spots poured down in the sky instantly, as if it were raining.

It wasn't until this time that Fokker saw clearly that it was an enemy who ran into him! He doesn't know whether these things have life, but he knows that this thing doesn't seem to be annoying.

Like a swarm of bees, these drones began to dive, lowering their altitude. At an altitude of about 1,000 meters, these drones seem to have changed their dive trajectory.

They seemed to be surfing in the air, hovering in the air above Fokker. Then, suddenly selected a suitable angle, one after another pouring down, like cannonballs falling from the sky.

The first drone directly slammed into the phalanx formed by archers, and the explosion lifted up dust covering the sky, enveloping everyone nearby.

For these UAVs, the target is not bad to aim, but too good to aim, and there are too many.

In short, a group of archers turned their backs on their horses, and a group of guards next to the archers was also hit by another drone.

The huge explosion made the earth tremble. Fokker shrank his neck, and then he saw that the third distant phalanx was attacked by an unmanned attack aircraft.

Before Fokker could breathe a sigh of relief, a drone the size of a rabbit swooped down from the sky. The target seemed to be exactly where he was standing.

"Hidden!" Fokker yelled, then rolled over from the horse and hid among the horses. This made him feel a little safe, but his surroundings began to explode, which made him unable to move even a little distance for a while.

Unfortunately, the general who was still advising him to retreat had already been swallowed by the blast caused by the explosion at this moment. No matter how you looked at it, you couldn't see it.