Eight hundred and twentieth eight chapters break the enemy
"Commander, the mage group is unable to fight anymore!"
Staff report.
"I saw it!" Blackbeard stared at the Black Hand Heavy Cavalry with splitting eyes, "Damn it, they are all magic users who can be violent!"
The guards released all the demon servants, but they couldn't get up close to join the battle immediately. They could only use magic to bombard them from a distance. There was no other way. The dwarf heavy cavalry was mixed with the infantry, hindering their pace, and long-range attacks could only be targeted.
attack, otherwise it would cause accidental damage, resulting in insufficient firepower and being completely blocked by the dwarf's soul shield.
"Miscalculation!"
Blackbeard never dreamed that Downton would throw out such elites. Generally speaking, they should be kept around and used as ace cards. Even if the war fails, with their protection, the chance of escaping is high.
"Commander, look across the way!"
Looking at the chaotic infantry phalanx, Blackbeard was just about to adjust his tactics when he heard the staff officer's horrified shouts. He turned around suddenly and was shocked by the scene happening on the opposite side.
The Northern Heavy Cavalry crashed into the barbarian regiment's front line, like a tsunami hitting a huge rock. It was instantly shattered into pieces and shattered into pieces.
The barbarians are worthy of being recognized as gladiators. Their fighting power and will are too strong. Even after they were furious, they were still fearless in the face of heavy cavalry charges. They were stunned and blocked them with their shields.
"How can this be?"
The staff officers had expressions of disbelief on their faces. If the orcs and rhinoceroses, known for their proficiency in fighting, could block the heavy human cavalry with heavy steps, they would admit it. But what happened to these barbarians?
The barbarians in the first six rows were tightly packed together, pushing the backs of the robes in front and riding hard. The barbarians in the back roared, jumped on the shoulders of their companions, and stepped on them to rush towards the heavy horse.
The knight swung his sword and cut a bloody storm.
"The barbarians have been away from the mainstream world for so long that humans have actually forgotten that the Barbarian King Tanan relied on them to defeat powerful races such as giants, elves, and dragons, and almost took over the entire Western Continent."
Homer sighed. If the average IQ of the barbarians had not been low, the kingdom they established would not have collapsed so quickly.
Barbarians are nicknamed Northland Barbarians. In addition to the ridicule poured out on them by various races, they forget that muscular barbarians are also a compliment to their strong physical fitness.
"I am Dipolo!"
Downton was shocked. He was originally planning to unleash his hatred to resist the first wave of attacks, but he never expected the barbarians to be so tough.
"kill!"
After slowing down the offensive of the heavy cavalry from the north, these barbarians actually shouted and started to countercharge one by one.
"Pay attention to the formation!"
Downton shouted. Looking at the completely chaotic formation, he was worried that the good situation would be lost, but he didn't expect to be despised by the cheap god.
"You actually asked the barbarians who are best at attacking to defend. Are you not out of your mind? For them, there is no word defense in their minds. Attack, attack, and attack again. This is the philosophy of barbarians!"
After the cheap god finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh. "It's a pity that the blood of most barbarians here is not pure. Real barbarians will devour the enemy's blood after their skin is splashed with it. The more blood they have, the more blood they have."
The stronger the power!"
Downton noticed that Arnold and the nearly a hundred barbarians around him were like this. After being exposed to the blood of the enemy, their bodies emitted a bright red light, and their momentum continued to rise. There were even more than a dozen
One man took off his helmet, tore off his armor with brute force, and fought bloody battles shirtless.
As the fighting reached its climax, more and more barbarians roared and began to pull off their armor. Reason gradually faded from their minds. All the barbarians had only one thought left, which was to tear each other into pieces.
"Is this a barbarian?"
Blackbeard suddenly felt a little dry at the corner of his mouth. This time, the war seemed not to be as simple as the Duke and himself had expected.
Once the cavalry lost their speed, they were no more than targets, not to mention heavy cavalry. When they were like an egg hitting a stone, they were bruised and bleeding in front of the barbarian regiment, and they also faced the fate of being strangled.
Not only the Northern Army was dumbfounded, but also the Western Army was stunned.
Barbarians are natural killing experts. In the harsh and cruel ultra-low permafrost, more physical strength means more guarantee of survival. Therefore, they have developed the ability to kill prey with the least physical strength, rather than confronting them head-on.
boom.
Although these barbarians were generally about two and a half meters tall, they were as nimble as monkeys. They jumped on the cavalry, and with a turn of their wrists, the warrior scimitar cut the leather bands along the gaps between the armors.
Stab it in.
Puff puff!
Like water balloons being popped one after another, a large amount of blood spurted out from the gaps in the armor.
"Attention everyone, the Qingqi has arrived, pay attention to defense!"
Quasimodo yelled, causing the humans and the foreign legions to meet, and then they realized that their enemies had also arrived.
Despite the strangulation of the Firebird, the number of Qingqi was still too great, and more than 3,000 people were still saved, so there was no collision yet, and the shield soldiers on the front line were already trembling and starting to retreat.
The front line suddenly appeared an inward arc. There was no way, when facing this torrent of steel, all the bounties, promotions and fortunes disappeared from the mind, and ordinary soldiers were left with only fear!
"Stabilize the front. If any soldiers escape from the battle, I will hang them all. Their wives and children will be sold to brothels and they will be slaves for generations!"
Downton roared, letting his voice spread throughout the audience. At this time, there was no need to worry about reputation. Even if he didn't intend to do it, he still had to say it.
The line that had just been loosened immediately became solid again. Unless you are a cold-blooded guy, family is the deepest bond.
Of course, there are always some timid guys, but as soon as they turned around and ran a few steps, Downton's Holy Revenge appeared above them, shot down quickly, and nailed them to the ground.
"Male, if you fight hard, you may die in battle, but you can still get a pension."
"If my son can go to Saint Laurent's military academy and become successful, I will die in peace!"
"Why die? Hack those cavalrymen to death and exchange their heads for bounty. I will also drink the sweetest wine and fuck the most beautiful dancer!"
The regiment resounded with roars one after another. These were not only vents, but also self-comfort and motivation. No matter what, at least there was no need to worry about deserters causing a great rout.
The Foreign Legion was relatively simple. Almost all of these orcs believed in the beast god. When Charlotte, the great shaman, stood beside Downton, they had already given up their plan to escape.
"Isn't this momentum wrong?"
A group of staff officers observing the battle situation with monocular telescopes were stunned. Isn't this the balance of power that a ragtag group of people should have?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There is no suspense, the Qingqi instantly blasted into the front line of the human corps. Even with their high morale, they could not stop the gap in arms types and training. However, with the idea of killing one without losing anything, they tried their best without any tactics. They were like ants.
It also pounced on the cavalry, so it also caused huge trouble to the cavalry, making them feel like they were stuck in a quagmire and unable to break through immediately.
The foreign regiment on the other side is better. After all, the orcs are naturally strong, and after the dwarves raided the mage group and left them unable to attack, Charlotte finally had her hands free. She could bless them with various auxiliary magical spells.
With the support of this powerful Great Shaman, the Foreign Legion actually showed signs of stabilizing the front line.
"What are you waiting for? Charge forward and chop them to death!"
Downton yelled at the indigenous corps behind him. He was originally waiting for the opponent to defeat the two corps and then resisted. Unexpectedly, the situation turned out to be better than expected, so he immediately sent out the indigenous people.
"Attack, kill them all. Exchange their heads for food!"
Bloodmaul knew what the natives needed better than Downton. He led a dozen shamans to bless the ogres with natural magic.
"Kill them all!"
"Can these corpses be eaten through the winter after they are dried?"
"Finally no need to go hungry!"
The thinking of the indigenous people is too simple. They live just to eat. In the harsh living environment of the Dragon Hills, the indigenous people simply cannot eat enough. Their final outcome is not to die half-full and die under the claws of wild beasts.
To be devoured as food means to be half-starved to death and eaten by wild beasts.
Except for the shamans responsible for the inheritance of each tribe, no native has ever lived to a normal old age and death.
"What a sad feeling!"
Listening to the cries of the ogres, Downton doesn't have much disgust about cannibalism, but instead has a kind of sentimentality. How can a race that can't even fill its stomach develop civilization?
As these terrifying ogres joined the battle group, the cavalry's momentum was curbed. They were tall and powerful. Although they used simple wooden clubs and stone mallets, they relied on their excellent physical condition to fight fiercely.
When the stick went down, the wood shattered, but the enemy's head was also flattened.
The crystal behemoth failed to rush over, because the belligerent Little Walnut had already charged forward on the bone dragon. Seeing the melee between the cavalry and infantry, the Firebird could not help, so it immediately turned back to protect the dwarf's heavy cavalry.
"Would it be nice if I had another regiment?"
Downton was depressed. If he had another reserve team, he could use it flexibly. Even if he couldn't influence the outcome, he could still tilt the balance of victory slightly toward himself.
"Damn it, what should I do now?"
The staff officers were overwhelmed by the battle situation. According to the conventional thinking, the cavalry defeated the opponent's infantry at this time, and it was our own infantry's turn to dispatch. However, not to mention that the opponent did not collapse, our own regiment was also torn apart by three hundred dwarf heavy cavalry.
"We still have an advantage in the situation, but if we continue to fight, it will be hard to say!"
Seeing the Firebird flying over, the staff suggested that our side still has the initiative and can retreat or attack. If the opponent gains an advantage and tries to retreat, he will have to pay huge casualties.
Blackbeard's lips were trembling, but he still couldn't say the word 'attack'. He still had tens of thousands of infantry, but what was the use? Even if he blocked the Firebird, such a long front was enough to defeat that team.
The heavy cavalry chased and killed them all the way. Even if the morale did not collapse by then, the formation would be in chaos and the casualties would be too great. But if he retreated, he would not be reconciled to such a battle situation with such a huge advantage in strength, and once he retreated,
If we fight again later, it will definitely not be so smooth. (To be continued...)
