The clear blue sky, the curling white clouds, the refreshing summer breeze, and meeting up with a few friends are undoubtedly the most perfect outing day, but now a cruel fight is taking place.
Blood spattered, fell to the ground, and soon penetrated into the soil. Amidst the screams and roars, there was also the sound of weapons cutting armor, which was harsh and aching, torturing everyone's eardrums.
The Wild Fungus Heavy Infantry Regiment is indeed an ace regiment. Even if the battle formation collapses, no one will escape. They attack the barbarians one by one without fear of death, but they cannot make up for the gap in combat strength.
Although the barbarian warrior suit is the standard weapon of Saint Jutland, after all, three thousand years have passed, and no matter how perfect the repair is, it has long been outdated. Compared with the wild mushroom heavy armor that the king spent a lot of money to build, it is more than a step behind. However,
Even so, the king's army was in a one-sided situation.
It’s not that I don’t try my best, it’s that I really can’t beat him.
Every soldier of the Wild Mushroom Heavy Infantry Regiment is carefully selected. Although they receive the highest salary, they practice hard every day. Once a bandit group shows up, they will immediately send troops to exterminate them, so they are fully worthy of this job.
Salary silver.
They have seen blood and killed people, and they are not trump cards in vain. This is also the reason why the king is confident. However, after the confrontation with the barbarians, this calmness was stripped naked.
"Why are you so vulnerable?"
The military observers couldn't understand at all as they watched the barbarians chase and slash at them, their daggers accurately piercing the gaps and killing them easily.
The Wild Fungus Heavy Infantry Regiment may not be in the eyes of second-rate countries, but it is still famous among third-rate countries. Why the Dukes of the Four Realms dare not annex the royal capital is because several of the king's regiments are powerful in combat, but today. Among the barbarians
In front of you, it's as fragile as a blank piece of paper.
"I already told you not to worry."
Homer teased.
Downton's expression remained unchanged, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Then he saw the barbarians slaughtering and killing, and felt that it was natural.
There are also weak and strong barbarians, but those in Downton are definitely elites, because they spent more than half a year walking across the vast polar frozen soil and walked to Drankfurt on only one pair of legs.
The environment in the frozen soil of the North is too harsh. With the physical fitness of the barbarians, less than one tenth of a thousand people can make it out alive, let alone humans. For ordinary soldiers, it is a place of death.
As long as you enter, there is no chance of survival.
For the Wild Fungus Heavy Infantry Regiment, which has never experienced large-scale battles, the flag has long faded, and the barbarians either live or die. There is never a third option.
"Downton, please save that one?"
Celes suddenly pulled Downton's sleeve.
Downton looked in the direction of Celes's finger. Even barbarians are not invincible. One of them was unlucky enough to be attacked by several people. As a result, he was covered in blood, with scars all over his body. His belly was disemboweled and his intestines leaked.
He was on the ground, but he was holding his intestines with one hand and fighting with a saber in the other. He was extremely tough.
"Fight to the death!"
Arnold roared, and the barbarians roared too. Their momentum increased again. They would win this battle no matter what the cost.
There is no defense, no hesitation, just the wildest attack, attack, attack again. Once the barbarians are out of the battle, they will never look back. Even if they die, they will die on the road to charge!
Bangta!
Several monoculars slipped from the hands of the dull-faced military observers, who were frightened by the fighting style of the barbarians.
In less than three minutes, half of the Wild Fungus Heavy Infantry Regiment fell. This casualty rate finally caused morale to collapse. When some soldiers turned around and ran away, fear spread like a plague, and the soldiers turned around and ran away!
"Kill them all!"
The barbarians opened up their legs and chased, killing these soldiers without hesitation. Their attacks were not only ruthless, but also precise, almost killing them all with one blow.
"This bunch of trash!"
Seeing that the winner was decided in an instant, the disappointed king couldn't bear it anymore and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the magic ball.
"His Majesty!"
The old attendant rushed to help him.
"Ask the cavalry to dispatch and meet them!"
The king had not yet been carried away by his anger, and knew that rescue was necessary, otherwise all ten thousand hoplites would be killed.
The thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded, and the observers turned around and saw the sentries hurriedly moving away the roadblocks, and groups of cavalry carrying scimitars and quivers on their waists, and holding short bows rushed out of the camp.
"It's the Fire Eagle Cavalry!"
Seeing this group of cavalry regiments wearing red light armor rushing towards the battlefield like a flaming cloud, several observers subconsciously shouted out.
Without waiting for Downton's instructions, the dark rangers, who could no longer hold themselves back, set out. Instead of going through the camp gate, they directly held the reins and let their mounts jump over the fence.
The Fire Eagle Cavalry sprinted at full speed, but they were still not faster than Downton's Drow Light Cavalry, because they were riding Dark Cheetahs, and their short-distance sprinting ability was the best in the world. Only the White Tiger Light Cavalry of the Elf clan could fight.
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Chi! Chi! Chi!
In this kind of rapid sprint, even the most elite cavalry will have their hit rate greatly reduced due to wind speed and bumps. Therefore, in order not to waste arrows, they generally will not take action rashly, but the drow are an eye-opener for everyone.
Already.
The drows opened their bows and fired quickly, with skillful techniques and smooth movements, as if they were participating in the Olympian Archery Competition. They looked smooth and smooth, which was pleasing to the eye.
Of course, the lethality is not small. As the drow's bowstrings tremble and explode in unison, a large number of Fire Eagle Cavalry will be hit by the locust-like arrows and fall from their horses.
Although it cannot be said that the arrows were all fired, the drow at least ensured that one of them would hit every three shots, so the battlefield presented a strange scene.
A large number of Fire Eagle Cavalry rushed out of the camp, but they were shot and felled before they could run more than fifty meters. In an instant, the corpses of nearly a thousand horses and cavalry were piled up in front of them.
"spread!"
The commander of the cavalry, a thousand-strong leader, shouted to his men to disperse, but as soon as he finished speaking, an arrow pierced his eye socket.
Plop!
Thousands of men rolled off their saddles and were trampled into a pulp by the soldiers who could not dodge.
"The Chongbu Group is over!"
Some observers lamented.
It was indeed over. The cavalry team that responded could not rush out, and the heavy infantry regiment was also demoralized and was only left to be massacred.
A barbarian with a broken right arm caught up with the last group of soldiers when they were still 130 meters away from the camp. He first threw a dagger. He shot one of them, and then he leaped over and jumped on the other one.
"Help!"
The soldier fell silent before he finished shouting, because the barbarians bit his throat in one bite, and the blood spurted from the throat splashed all over his face. He didn't care at all, and jumped up like a cheetah, rushing towards
The last soldier.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The archers in the camp took action, sniping, and a wave of arrows covered him, but the barbarian, who weighed several arrows, still charged.
"Shoot him!"
The last soldier couldn't help but look back and saw that the barbarian had several arrows stuck in his body. He was obviously dead. He couldn't help but slow down his pace. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the barbarian suddenly looked like a lion.
He also jumped up and rushed towards him.
"don't want!"
Seeing the barbarian approaching with his mouth wide open and his teeth stained red with blood, the soldier was completely frightened. Then the next second, he was jumped by the barbarian, and a bloody arrow came out of his throat.
Pooh!
The barbarian chewed twice, tilted his head and spit out the minced meat in his mouth, showed a smile towards the king's army camp, and then rushed straight towards him.
Seeing this scene, not only the king's army, but also the observers were horrified.
"Shoot him!"
Several panicked shouts rang out from the king's army. Just one charging barbarian made them lose their footing.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Even if the barbarians were wearing heavy armor, they could not stop the intense fire. After all, they were shot dead more than 60 meters away from the camp.
"here we go again!"
The king's army had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, because another group of barbarians rushed up with shields.
"Are these guys crazy?"
"Hurry up and shoot arrows to stop them!"
The king's army was shocked and shouted all kinds of things.
Fortunately, this group of barbarians did not attack the camp. After picking up the bodies of their comrades, they began to retreat.
After the 10,000-man Wild Fungus Heavy Infantry Regiment was annihilated, the Firehawk Cavalry had not yet broken out of the encirclement of the Drow Rangers. Seeing that the last infantryman was killed, they decisively gave up the attack and retreated back to the camp.
As the scattered hoofbeats disappeared, calm gradually returned to the battlefield.
The gentle breeze blew, carrying a strong smell of blood that could not be resolved and sent it into everyone's nostrils.
Everyone was speechless. No one expected that the first battle would be so brutal. The king's army lost a main heavy infantry regiment, which was nothing more than a blow to the head, and its morale inevitably declined.
Downton clenched his fists tightly and said nothing. This kind of victory was really unbearable. He knew that if he wanted to ascend the throne, people would have to die, but when he saw his subordinates dying in front of him one by one,
, still unacceptable.
An inexplicable emotion, like a big hand, squeezed Downton's heart tightly, making him unable to breathe in pain.
The barbarians collected the corpses of their comrades, not even sparing the limbs and arms, even the intestines and internal organs, and brought them all back.
"Master, the Barbarian Corps has honored its mission and won your first victory!"
Arnold, who was covered in blood, knelt down on one knee and dedicated the head of a man of ten thousand men, the supreme commander of the Wild Fungus Regiment, to Downton.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Downton dismounted, helped Arnold up, and declared loudly, "From today on, you are the vanguard of my Downton Legion. You can have the battle flag and have your glory etched on it forever!"
"We hope to use the Ancient Spear as the name of our legion!"
After Arnold finished speaking, the barbarians also repeated in unison. In their minds, the flagship of Barbarian King Tanan has the most perfect meaning and is a representative of unparalleled combat power.
"No matter what your name is, it is worthy of your bravery!"
Downton promised.
"For the glory of the barbarians!"
"Fight for the master!"
Every time Arnold shouted something, the barbarians repeated it with fanatical expressions. Obtaining the title of legion and the military flag meant that they had officially become a fighting order under Downton's command and had a place to stay, instead of being a mercenary group.
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"Priest Andrea, Charlotte, please treat them!"
After seeing off Arnold, Downton got back on the horse again.
The King's Army camp opposite was already silent.
"Fortunately, there are only more than a thousand people, otherwise Downton would definitely capture the entire Drankfurt."
The observers silently calculated that after this battle, the barbarians only killed less than 200 people and suffered less than 500 minor or serious injuries. Compared with the Wild Fungus Heavy Infantry Regiment, which wiped out 10,000 people, the battle loss ratio was exaggerated.
Amazing!
"These barbarians are indeed good. It seems that we need to inform the Duke to capture more of them!"
A middle-aged man was sitting on a war horse, looking at the battlefield boredly. He was Werder, the leader of the Bremen mercenary regiment. Behind him were a group of personal guards.
"Captain, there are very few barbarians on the mainland. If you want to catch them, you have to go to the far north. It's too dangerous."
Someone suggested.
"What's the danger? You can go there in a battleship!"
Werder curled his lips. He had a middle-parted hairstyle, applied hairspray, and styled it meticulously.
The guards looked at each other. They knew the temper of the regiment leader and did not dare to persuade him any more. In fact, even sending warships was very dangerous. Not to mention fighting in extremely cold weather, the combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced. If the barbarians were so good
If you catch him, you won't be crowned with the title of gladiator and become the most watched gladiator in the Colosseum.
"Many people died!"
Celes cried.
"Shut up!" After giving his sister a fierce look, Rosicky said, "The record is good. Although this battle will not cause any damage to the king's army, it will still have to peel off the skin."
Compared to the soft-hearted Downton and Celes, Rosicky is much crueler. After all, he was born as a prince and was taught the emperor's mental skills. In his view, soldiers are just numbers.
"Great fight!"
Drizzt praised him sincerely, which convinced the dark elves. This shows that the barbarians have really made a name for themselves.
"Master, go back to camp, they will definitely not dare to challenge today!"
Jackson added a playful compliment to Downton.
The King's Army did not dare, but the Downton Army had not fought enough. One by one, the ogres ran out of the camp with stone hammers and maces, and formed a chaotic formation in front of the camp.
Except for the two thousand people taught by Quasimodo and Rosiki, the other hilly natives were in a mess like a pot of porridge, and there was no way to look at them.
"Why are these guys so crazy? They don't want to challenge each other, do they?"
Su Ya was shocked, he didn't think these natives who liked petty gains had such a high level of consciousness.
"Duke, please allow us to go to war!"
Bloodmaul, dressed in shaman robes, came to the door with a few respected old shamans. These guys couldn't hide what they were thinking and spoke out without waiting for Downton to ask.
"If we win, we also want a corps number and equal treatment!"
Bloodmaul widened his eyes and looked directly at Downton.
"Can!"
Downton glanced at the natives and nodded.
The old shamans looked excited and stood at attention with their blood hammers. After performing a military salute, they mounted Sherman War Bears and rushed in front of the hilly natives. (To be continued...)