Thrilling war cries exploded from the throats of more than two thousand Exeter men, and they rushed towards the Star Man who was like a lonely boat.

Unexpectedly, Thales's first large-scale battlefield experience arrived.

The sword and shield soldiers of the Fury Guard stood in the front row. They held their swords in their hands and formed a sideways formation against their comrades.

Alaka had already dismounted. He raised a terrifying sword nearly as tall as a person with both hands, and strode forward with a burning fighting spirit in his eyes.

The soldiers in the front consciously gave up a space three people wide to their commander.

"The first round of impact!" Alaka looked around and shouted: "Withstand the defense line!"

The enemy is coming like a tide, getting closer and closer.

In the center of the formation, Huaiya immediately pulled Thales off his conspicuous horse, tightly protected him in a ring composed of six soldiers, and then joined Ada, Putilai, and Rolf.

They formed ranks and guarded the four corners of this small battle formation.

"Go help the front row!" Thales urged: "If they collapse, you can't protect me!"

But his heart was extremely confused - he still couldn't figure out how could Exeter face such a situation when he was on a mission?

What happened?

Huaiya and Rolf looked at each other, and with Putilai's nod, they moved towards the front row.

Ada exhaled and whispered to Putilai: "This is a real battlefield, and even extreme masters must be extremely careful."

"And such a disparity in the battle..."

"If you have any way to avoid fighting, please mention it quickly!"

"If not, think about it quickly!"

Thales gritted his teeth and looked at the charging enemies, six groups of Exeters.

The number of enemies... is too many.

Trapped in siege.

We simply don't have enough troops... No, it should be said that we are not ready for war at all!

what to do?

Shout out my identity?

But the other person didn't seem to care at all.

Facing the upcoming battle, many soldiers from the stars exhaled a breath of hot breath, clenched their swords, braced their shields, and looked solemnly at the menacing Exeters.

The first roaring Exeter infantryman came forward.

"boom!"

His shield collided hard with that of a sword and shield soldier.

With the help of their comrades on both sides and behind, Xingchen's sword and shield soldiers gritted their teeth to withstand the impact of this tall opponent, and swung their swords to block the opponent's ax in the air.

However, more Exters came towards the Star Mission's formation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Exter soldiers howled angrily and bumped into the Starmen's formation from all directions!

"kill!"

"Hold them!"

Amidst the roars of soldiers from both sides, the sounds of shields clashing and weapons clashing intertwined, like countless thunder exploding on the flat ground.

Jenard stood in the front row with two Fury Guard soldiers, his shoulders straining against his shield.

A swung mace slammed into the shield, and Gennard shuddered and almost fell backwards.

The companion behind held his back and helped him stabilize his body.

Gennard, with a distorted face, resisted the impact.

Damn it, he thought bitterly.

These Exeter people... are much stronger and stronger than the rebels in the southwest.

Gennard let go of a sword that was thrust into his forearm and asked his comrades to deal with him. The veteran himself took away the mace and kicked its owner hard on the knee, knocking him staggering, and then

The sword penetrated his unprotected neck.

Blood spurted out, and the opponent fell on his back while hesitating.

Fortunately... their movements are not very flexible either.

Just as he thought this, a spear grazed his ear and pierced the abdomen of a soldier on the left side of Gennard. The latter wailed and collapsed.

Jarnard roared angrily and took up the position of the dead, chopped off the spear, and withstood a blade that wanted to come in through the gap. A soldier behind him quickly filled the space left by Jarnard.

Scenes like this appear in various places in the front row.

Roars and howls were still mixed in the collision of metal and the exchange of weapons. Exeter's light infantry rushed forward again and again like they were desperate, and were resisted and even killed by the members of the Fury Guards and the Mission again and again.

Corpses were left behind, but people continued to fall on the star side, and blood gradually dyed the snow red.

But the veterans of the Fury Guard in the front row still relied on their rich experience and mature skills to try to maintain the line from being breached.

Thales looked at everything around him with fear, the battlefield where thousands of people were intertwined.

A brutal and horrific fight

Blood splattered everywhere.

A roar that risked life and death.

The number of corpses keeps increasing.

The battlefield in front of him was undoubtedly more shocking than the previous battle with the Holy Blood Corps.

Commander Araka was also in the front row, with a gloomy expression on his face, guarding the space between the three of them alone.

He did not show any fancy and exquisite extreme combat skills, but repeated simple and plain fighting movements.

However, no one can take advantage of him.

In the first round of impact, Alaka's two-handed sword sent a roar of death in the air, and chopped off a head with a horizontal slash.

He then split open the shield, chest and abdomen of the second Exeter, and then, amid the spurts of blood, he quickly deflected an incoming long sword, and pierced the opponent's chest with the sword before he could react.

.

But next door to him, a soldier of the Fury Guard had his skull chopped open with an axe, and he fell helplessly.

Exeter's Bastards.

Araka gritted his teeth and exhaled, with a fierce and ferocious face. He turned around with the hilt of his sword and pushed the enemy to stagger.

"Observe the situation at the rear and wait for an opportunity to break out and return to the fortress!" Alaka, whose face was covered in blood, swung his sword, lowered his head to avoid an ax blade, and shouted an order.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult!" A guard officer struggled to push back a fierce Exeter man and rewarded him: "More than half of the enemies are blocking us behind!"

"Hold on! They are just relying on the morale of the first round of offensive!"

Araka gritted his teeth and kicked down a shield, and stabbed its owner's roaring face with a sword. He waved his left hand at the right time, deflected a spear with his forearm, and wiped out blood.

But at the same time, an ax blade struck at his head. Alaka lowered his head calmly to dodge, and the ax blade took away a few hairs.

Huaiya, who was obsessed with single-edged swords, arrived. He sent out his long sword, activated the irreversible edge, and cut the opponent's throat with his backhand. However, his ribs were scratched by the ax blade, and he groaned in pain.

Beside him, a comrade's head was smashed with a hammer because he rescued him, causing red and white splatters.

"Stop using those boring swordsmanship and put away your beautiful posture!" Alaka blocked a straight blade directed at Huai Ya with his sword and shouted angrily: "On the battlefield, extreme masters are no better than ordinary people.

How many!"

"It's just a matter of standing there for ten minutes longer and killing a few more soldiers!"

"Save some strength for every attack, leave room for dodge, stab and dodge honestly!"

An infantryman was knocked away from his weapon, and he roared and wanted to rush up to hug him. Without hesitation, Alaka held the sword with one hand and punched him in the face. He then knocked him back with a fierce elbow strike, which could be vaguely heard.

The sound of the opponent's ribs breaking.

"Otherwise, retreat to the rear and don't be a burden!"

Huaiya, whose injuries had not healed yet and suffered new injuries, had no choice but to grit his teeth and retreat in shame.

A strange wind came suddenly, blowing snow particles, and several of the Exeter infantrymen who came up couldn't help but raise their hands to protect their eyes.

Araka roared wildly and swung his sword with both hands, cutting open one person's shield and chest at the right time, and then stabbed the other person in the abdomen.

"This power is pretty good..." Araka wiped the blood on his face and frowned at Rolf's one-handed hidden sword: "But that thing can also be used on the battlefield?"

Rolf, a mute with a broken arm, couldn't tell anything, but he did feel the powerlessness of the hidden sword on the battlefield - without a handguard, every time he swung the sword, he might be saying goodbye to his arm.

He can only use his powers to support combat, and his hidden sword is used for self-defense.

On the other side of the formation, Willow Ken hid behind a sword and shield soldier, held a sword strike with his left hand, and shot out of the shield with his right hand, stabbing into the side of the enemy's face.

A soldier had his right hand cut off. He held his shield and gritted his teeth and retreated. However, when he took the first step, he was struck by a flying ax into his chest and abdomen.
To be continued...