Chapter 177 Bloody Battle at Somu River!
Mamao Doghead squatted in the bushes, staring at the Somu River battlefield ahead.

On this vast battlefield, which is 12 meters long and 10 meters wide, hundreds of divisions are fighting frantically in front of the turbulent Somu River.

The smell of rust and blood filled the air, covering up all sounds and leaving only the rhythm of the heartbeat echoing in the ears.

It is obvious that the Terrorist Coalition, which had only 40 divisions, was madly suppressed by the Fierce Coalition, which had 50% more people than itself, during the river crossing battle.

A total of sixty divisions formed the Alexandrus Spear Phalanx consisting of sixty centurions. The beast divisions, neatly arranged like weeds, continuously launched attacks on the Terror Brothers coalition.

These beastmen are the top fighting force of each kingdom. Each of them is the strongest warrior in the entire kingdom and can be regarded as elite and battle-hardened centurions.

Somu River is the core battlefield. Unlike the other battlefields which are filled with miscellaneous soldiers, the fighting on the Somu River side is much more intense.

Just like the Aiel Empire, the soldiers come from various countries, and the spears they use also have their own characteristics.

For example, the two divisions of the Wolf Head Kingdom tied kitchen knives to four-meter-long wooden sticks, while the Pizza Kingdom was slightly worse and used long bone needles.

Among the three divisions of the Osa Kingdom, they were the best equipped. Two of them tied the only two iron kitchen knives in the country to wooden sticks, and one of them did not even have a spearhead.

This is already a huge investment!

As for important national weapons such as pitchforks and hoes, they would not use them unless absolutely necessary, after all, this would affect farming in the coming year.

Compared with the various colored spears, their shields were relatively uniform, either pot covers or manure pit covers.

In front of the two armies, spears kept stabbing, and the sharp bone needles were broken by the hard iron spoons, but the next second the kitchen knife came forward and instantly cut off the spear shaft of the iron spoon spear.

Wooden spears would break from time to time on the bodies of the enemy warriors on both sides, and every time this happened, the beastmen would start cursing the quartermaster.

The commander of the Mengge coalition, Dombia, shouted to the phalanx of the Terror coalition: "Surrender, victory will belong to Mengge in the end!"

"We will not surrender, we will hold on until the last moment!"

"Hide! It's the enemy's artillery!"

The leather rope of the slingshot shook, and stones as big as quail eggs fell like raindrops, once again interrupting the rhythm of Mengge's coalition forces crossing the river.

But even so, Brother Kong's army was still unable to break through the phalanx of Brother Meng's elite coalition forces.

"What a firm will!" Even Haliba from the Kingdom of Carthage, the commander of the Terrorist Coalition, couldn't help but admire it.

The four-meter-wide Suomu River was already filled with wounded beastmen. Those beastmen floating on the water were still cursing at the enemy beastmen.

In the distance, the dark blue mountains merged into the sky. Hundreds of their divisions had been fighting for this strategic location for nearly ten days.

They have almost drained the blood of a generation.

"It's time to end this war!" Haliba raised the flag in his hand and waved it towards the other side of the river.

Mamao swallowed, but his throat was still dry. The Mengge Alliance would never have thought that they would be here.

Under the command of Halibas of Carthage, they went upstream under the cover of night, crossed the fifty-meter-high Mount Delbes, and launched a surprise attack on the Mengge coalition.

Looking out from the bushes, the backs of the Mengge coalition soldiers were almost completely defenseless.

They have twenty elite veterans here, armed with uniform hardwood laundry hammers. They will act as assaulters and penetrate the enemy from behind.

When Haliba raised the battle flag and waved it continuously, Mamao knew it was time.

Unable to fear, Mamao can only fight.

Amid the sound of chaotic footsteps, twenty elite beastman divisions rushed out from the bushes and slammed into the back of Mengge's coalition forces like a torrent.

The laundry hammer hit them on the back of the head, and the originally neat formation instantly became chaotic. Mamao and other elite warriors immediately ordered the 60 divisions of the Mengge coalition to join the battle on the north and south fronts.

"Damn it, it's the Terrorist Alliance!" "Hold on, hold on, turn your spearhead... Those in the front row, don't turn around, the back row turn around, I mean the back row... I mean the back row should turn around, the front row shouldn't turn around!"

"Those in the back row who have already turned around, don't follow the front row! Those in the front row who turned around earlier, turn back, and those in the back row who haven't turned around, turn back..."

"Can't you understand such a simple command? Can't you see which direction the enemy is in?"

"Hey, hey, hey, the one wearing red, you're in the back row. You've already turned around, why are you turning back?"

"But after I turned around, there was no one in front of me, so I was in the front row, right? Didn't you say that those in the front row who turned around before should turn back?"

"I mean, I..."

Before Dumpia could finish his words, a laundry hammer came towards him. He immediately dodged sideways and slipped into the army formation.
No matter why, the enemy was spinning like a top in the army with spears in their hands. The terrorist coalition forces on the opposite side immediately took the opportunity to cross the river and kill them.

The situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant, but Mengge's army did not collapse after stabilizing their formation. They continued to raise their spears and fight back frantically with bruised faces and noses.

Just as the bloody battle was taking place on the Somu River, a burst of fierce horse hoofbeats was heard. On the long road along the embankment, Horn, riding a warhorse, and hundreds of soldiers followed behind him, came galloping.

"Everyone, please stop!" The captain of the Varangian Guard beside Horn shouted, "In the name of the Pope, please stop fighting immediately. We have something to discuss. This is also what the princes of both armies want."

But at this point, both sides have already been blinded by bloodlust and don't care about anything else. They don't care at all and are still fighting madly.

Blood is the theme of Suomu River today.

"There's nothing I can do. I can only go out and mediate the fight." Staring at the beastmen fighting fiercely, Horn formed his palm into a knife and swung it down heavily, "Black Hats, move out! Knock them all down!"

As if taking this as a signal, hundreds of Black Hat Command Companies appeared behind them one after another.

The smell of blood lingered in the cold air. The dancing sunlight shone on the silver half-breastplate, flashing the light of fish scales and stinging the eyes of the beastmen.

Dombia rubbed his eyes in confusion and surprise. He stared at the people in front of him. Why were they glowing?
Hundreds of humans with silver lights on their bodies, strong and sturdy, holding a... Oh my God, each of them has a kitchen knife tied to their spears!

I have never seen such elite warriors in my life!
Dumpia reacted immediately. He shouted, "Stop, stop! The Holy Knights of the Pope have arrived."

But Haliba seemed not to hear it. In his opinion, the battle was already won, and he would not be fooled no matter what tricks the opponent used.

"Black Hats!"

The hundred Black Hat veterans who had gone through the bloody battle of Fort Jeanne were no longer the Black Hat veterans who were beaten by the Bai Feng mercenaries.

"charge!"

The heavy footsteps hit the ground, making a heavy thud. Every step was accompanied by the sound of armor colliding, which complemented the neat sound of the footsteps.

The frequency of such noises was getting faster and faster. Although there were only a hundred people, they created the momentum of a mighty army.

A beastman warrior raised his spear high and rushed towards the black hats, roaring.

"ah!"

The spear danced with a sharp shadow and fell on the shoulder of a black hat soldier.

It actually hit?
A series of sparks burst out along the kitchen knife and the silver breastplate, and scattered into the air like water droplets.

"This, how is this possible?" the beastman shouted.

"what!"

When the Black Hat Army crashed into the battle formation of more than 120 divisions, the beastman elite warriors fell like dominoes.

(End of this chapter)