Although Griffith has rich combat experience and a lot of experience as a team commander, this is the first time in his life that he is commanding an independent battle, and he is leading a large group of soldiers who are ready to flee at any time.
Thousands of thoughts went through his mind. He first conceived the battle mobilization, then deduced the rebel counterattack and his own formation, and even planned the route for a successful pursuit and a defeated escape.
The more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became. Many thoughts were mixed together. Soldiers who were almost beggars and rogues became completely unknowable variables, turning his deduction into a mess.
Griffith always felt as if he had omitted something extremely important, but he couldn't remember it.
Although he looked fierce, in fact, his heart had already begun to beat drums, and he was extremely panicked.
If the rebels set out to intercept, the throwing gun in Griffith's hand would be the only long-range firepower. The closer he got to the rebel camp, the more nervous he became, fearing that several rafts full of rebels would suddenly appear from behind the high ground.
Throw all his scoundrels into the water.
The flat-bottomed boat slowly approached the shore, and many busy figures could even be seen running around in the rebel camp. However, until the flat-bottomed boat approached 100 yards from the high ground, there was no interception on the gentle slope of the rebel camp.
There was no sign of the troops, and there were no flags or drums to summon them.
The rebels gathered in this camp built a fence around the slope without digging trenches. Several archers had already seen the three unmarked flat-bottomed boats, made a noise, took out their bows and arrows and shot at the boats indiscriminately. But they
There were no good archers or crossbows among them, and the bows and arrows shot were as weak as tree branches.
An archer can be trained by just recruiting a few people, but accurate archers who can shoot strong bows are very valuable.
The rebels are indeed a rabble.
Griffith was so determined that he drew his sword and shouted:
“The rebels have not been together for a long time to cause trouble, and they have not received training or orders yet. We will win without a doubt!”
The drunken soldiers looked at the second-level squad leader anxiously. No one agreed or objected, and half of them probably didn't hear what he said clearly. These people were city defense troops with no combat experience and local scoundrels recruited.
He only received simple assassination and formation training, or even no training at all, and his only equipment was a spear and a shield.
The atmosphere on the flat-bottomed boat was a little awkward for a while.
These soldiers are related to the rebels, and I don’t know what they are thinking. This is the first time for Griffith to command such troops in combat, and he is very worried that if he jumps off the ship first, others will jump on the spot.
Coaxed to disperse.
He became nervous again.
If these gangsters really disperse in one go, then I won’t even be able to run away... Well, if that’s really the case, then I’ll charge alone and kill people and turn them into living zombies, five at a time, four at a time
You have never seen the scene of fifty living corpses!
At this time, the flat-bottomed boat finally approached the shore. A group of rebels were rushing over from behind the fence with weapons.
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"Take your spears and shields and get into the shield cart!" Griffith pulled out his sword and shouted fiercely. "After the ship stops, push the cart down, break through their fences, and set fire to their tents. The property here is
is ours!"
Some soldiers obeyed the order and got into the wooden shield car, holding on to the push rod. This wooden shield car made of spliced white birch and pear wood boards had simple protection on all sides and on the top of the head. It relied on the push rod inside the body.
and wheel action. There is also a strong hammer at the front of the car to destroy obstacles, like a square turtle.
“Bang!” The flat-bottomed boat stopped with a muffled sound and leaned against the gentle slope of Rebel Heights.
"Go!" Griffith shouted. He was fully clothed, holding a halberd with an ax blade that Yamber had found in his hand, and acted alone, urging the soldiers to open the baffle on the bow of the ship and put up the shield.
Put the car down.
On the arrow tower in front, the rebel archers had begun shouting and aiming their arrows at him and the shield cart. A burst of arrows was inserted crookedly on the thick roof of the shield cart, without hurting the soldiers below at all. But just now
The soldiers who got off the boat cowered and squirmed in place, daring not to move forward.
More than 150 city defense troops and militiamen were suppressed by arrows and dared not move on the shore.
Seeing that his shooting was effective, the rebels' morale suddenly cheered up, and the arrows fired became more intensive.
Griffith, fully armed, jumped out of the punt and took the lead in rushing towards the core of the rebels. Several feather arrows were stuck in his armor, without any pain at all. He grabbed a throwing gun and fired at the incoming rebels.
Throw away the little boss at the front.
In a dense rain of arrows, the sharp spears went up against the trend with a shrill whistle. The rebels who were crowded on the gentle slope all saw the flash of cold light, and the little leader who led the team fell back with a terrifying scream.
flew out.
“Pong!”
The little rebel leader was nailed to the fence. He twitched twice and spat out broken internal organs and mouthfuls of blood from his mouth. He stopped breathing in the blink of an eye.
The dense rain of arrows was a bit muted, and the rebels who stood on the low walls and towers and fired randomly felt their throats were sore, and their eyes stared at the shot leader and fell into a daze.
“Follow me!” Griffith shouted, waving his halberd and charging into the crowd of rebels.
More rebels rushed down from the hillside, outflanking them from both sides.
The sharp halberd blade swept through the unarmored crowd, setting off a shower of broken limbs and blood. The rebels crowded on the gentle slope began to shake, and the dying wounded soldiers rolled on the ground holding their severed hands and feet, making bursts of noise.
With a shrill howl, the densely packed crowd turned their heads and ran back.
Griffith cut off a piece of his limbs, not pursuing kills but trying his best to create casualties. A relatively stable group of rebels raised their shields to block the way. He spun his halberd and swung a heavy weighted ball to smash it down.
“Bang!”
Amid loud noises and screams, the shield formation was broken, and the rebels blocking Griffith's front dispersed one after another.
The soldiers crowded under the shield cart finally began to advance slowly at this time. They were close to each other, and except for the person pushing the cart, everyone else was stabbing with their spears, like a group of porcupines rushing into the rebel army.
Camp.
Griffiths held a halberd and stabbed down another leading rebel armored soldier, then stepped aside and swept towards the enemy troops that were outflanking from nearby.
His whole body was covered with arrows, and he ran around to cover the attack of the entire squadron. The sharp halberd had a sharp blade under the head of the gun, and a fine iron weight at the tail. When he waved it, it was like an extra-long handle.
Tomahawk. This unique weapon can not only serve as a command flag, but also can be used as an ax gun to cover the flanks and gaps of the battle line at critical moments.
The halberd whipped into the wind when waved. Although it was not as easy to control as a lance, it was terrifyingly lethal. Griffith raged through the crowd like a storm, almost unstoppable.
"Boom!" The tower on one side suddenly made a loud noise. This building was originally built very hastily, and it disintegrated not long after the impact of the shield car and the trampling of the rebels above. The rebel archers who could not dodge were immediately destroyed by the rubble.
buried.
Once this tower collapsed, the rebels on nearby towers also found that they could not block the attack of the official army, and began to panic, abandoning their weapons and fleeing down the arrow tower.
The pressure on Griffith's team was greatly reduced immediately. The militia composed of border guards and rogues had knocked down the outer fence, then rushed out of the shield car and rushed into the rebel camp outside.
"Wow!"
Hundreds of rebels shouted and formed a mass among the tents and fences.
The city defenders and militia did not pursue or fight, but joined a large and chaotic group of rebels in fighting for bottles and cans in houses and tents.
They plundered some old clothes and wine bottles, threw them into wooden barrels and carried them on their shoulders. They were soon attracted by the scattered copper candlesticks and dinner plates, and started fighting with each other over a few bags of flour.
Both sides were plunged into uncontrollable chaos.
Griffith was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Although he also expected that his men would lose their organization soon, it happened too quickly.
If you want to rob, shouldn’t you grab something valuable?
At this time, a rebel leader strode over with a group of his men, waved his hand in the direction of the shield car and the official army, "Come up! There are not many of them!"
This leader was wearing shining silver plate armor and a red robe on his shoulders. He was accompanied by a group of armored rebels. He was majestic and majestic. The rebels were wearing armor and carrying a red flag.
Then, just by standing there, it attracted the attention of nearby people.
The chaotic rebels saw their commander and flag, and even began to become brave and active, and some turned around to fight with the city defenders.
Enemy commander! It’s just the right time! Griffith was not afraid of the backlash and shouted to the soldiers around him who had not dispersed too far: “Form a circle!”
This wave of menacing rebels was obviously stronger than the previous ones. In the blink of an eye, they killed several militiamen running around, and even showed a faint tendency to encircle and counterattack.
After being attacked by this group of rebels, the soldiers led by Griffith subconsciously crowded into several small circular formations and fought in panic with wooden guns and shields.
The circular formation is also a very simple requirement for the weak infantry. This formation that gives up mobility is just to defend the position, as long as everyone stands on the spot and raises their weapons outwards.
Hundreds of rebels gathered together and attacked the hedgehog-like circular formation from all directions. The city defense army immediately began to waver.
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We are surrounded, great! Griffith was overjoyed. Hundreds of rebels had formed a large circle, shouting and testing under the command of the armored leader.
The rebels and the surrounded city defenders clashed with each other with their spears in their hands. As soon as the spear heads of both sides crossed, they hurriedly withdrew their weapons, and then yelled unknown syllables at the top of their lungs towards the opposite side.
The rebels had the upper hand in numbers, and their roars overwhelmed the city defense troops. The soldiers around Griffith all turned pale, and their shouts became muffled. There was even a circular formation that collapsed under the terrifying shouts, and several city defense troops
He dropped his weapon and begged for his life, but in the blink of an eye he and his comrades around him were killed by the rushing rebels.
The rebel's armored leader and five armored soldiers stood under the red flag, looking at the situation in front of the formation with satisfaction. According to observations at the scene, our own shouts have gained the upper hand, and it won't be long before the momentum of the official army collapses.
At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed out of the circle. The halberd in his hand blocked the spear head, followed by a dazzling sweep.
“Ah!” The soldiers fighting everywhere and the rebels watching the battle in the distance exclaimed, and they all scolded this man for not following the rules.
In the brief moment when Griffith blocked the stabbing, he swung his halberd at the five or six rebels in front of him. These rebels were concentrating on gesticulating with their spears and shouting at the top of their lungs, when suddenly they encountered an unknown figure.
A well-behaved guy.
The ax blade and the spearhead slit the throats of two people, swept the shoulders and chests of the other two, and the four rebels fell backwards.
Griffiths made a backhand spin and crossed his hands. The blade of the halberd swept away like a whirlwind. Many rebel gunners who were crowded together were unable to dodge and were knocked to the ground by this rotating cold light.
"ah!!!"
The screams one after another suddenly drowned out the shouts on the battlefield. The rebel soldiers who were just farmers and bandits not long ago screamed in agony as they pressed their wounds. They only had a piece of rags on them, and they were swept away by halberds.
Unstoppable blood gushed out from under the rag.
The rebels gathered around Griffith were shaken, and they pushed and shoved in a panic to avoid the whirlwind of death. The dense crowd turned into a harvested wheat field in the blink of an eye.
Griffith didn't even look at the defeated bandit army. He held a halberd and rushed toward the armored leader not far away.
"Kill him!" the armored leader shouted, and the four guards around him rushed forward with swords and shields. The four of them covered each other in two groups, just waiting to parry Griffith's halberd before they would counterattack.
Kill him.
Griffith suddenly stood still, thrust his halberd into the ground, and when he was less than 10 meters away from the sword and shield soldiers, he took off a spear from his back and threw it towards the sword and shield soldiers in front of him.
“Bang!” The shield was pierced by the spear, and the sword and shield soldier behind screamed and fell down.
Just as the screams started to sound, the second spear had already roared past, and the swordsmen and shield soldiers were shot through another person without even looking at what was happening.
Griffith waved his arm, and the third spear shot out like a storm. The swordsman and shieldman who was about to rush in front of him were reduced to only one person in the blink of an eye.
Three consecutive shots.
The throwing spear that Griffith carries is used at this time. Although it is not as sophisticated as the elf archery, it has powerful armor-breaking and lethality at medium and short range.
There are many armored warriors on the battlefield who are still screaming and fighting fiercely despite being hit by several arrows. However, if they are shot through by a spear with a diameter of two fingers, even if they are not killed immediately, the blood and strength of their whole body will be shattered.
Griffith lightly dodged to avoid the sword and shield soldier's slashing, pulled out the feather sword from his waist and stabbed it into the sword and shield soldier's waist. The rebel immediately twitched, huddled up and fell down.
These four sword-and-shield soldiers were all the bodyguards of the armored leader. They must have been powerful and famous warriors among this group of rebels, but they were all knocked down as soon as they met.
The shouts and the clash of weapons on the hillside completely stopped, and hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the actions of Griffith and the armored leader.
“Go on!” Griffiths added a sword to the swordsman and shield soldier who fell to the ground, pulled out the halberd stuck on the ground, and nodded towards the armored leader.
"Kill!" Another armored leader rushed out from the rebels, carrying a giant ax and attacking him. Griffith hit his calf with a halberd and knocked him to the ground, then stabbed him in the throat and killed him.
The armored leader shook his shoulders. His burly body was covered with fine armor, and he held a long sword and iron shield in his hand, and his breath was like a hill.
“Extraordinary?” The armored leader asked in a buzzing voice, slowly approaching.
Griffith did not answer him, but looked at his armor with gleaming eyes, as if thinking about where to eat his own steak.
The front of the rebel leader's breastplate is made of a thick piece of polished steel with ridges, and the abdomen is protected by five stacked flexible steel plates below. The shape of the back armor is the same, and the pharynx protects the collarbone and neck.
The shoulder armor is a forged arc-shaped steel plate, connected downwards with several pieces of slat armor. The inside of the arm is also protected by slat armor, and the arm armor is connected by rivets and belts.
The chest armor and back armor are made of several strips of fine steel, and are fixed on the back with belts and rivets. The protective effect is far better than that of mail armor and leather armor, and it is easy to repair. The perfect structure can be flexibly inlaid with gems and crystals containing magic, and it is flexible.
Sex is also good.
This is actually a pair of Anima half-breastplate, an authentic Verona classical fine armor, an heirloom of an unknown nobleman. The lines are smooth and the arc is perfect. It is undoubtedly the first-class plate armor craftsmanship.
This is a very good knight armor, with just the right weight and maximum structural optimization while retaining defensive power, which can make the battle between knights and horses longer. Although the shape has been replaced by the latest plate armor, the Anima chest
Armor is still excellent armor.
The breastplate, polished to a shining silver light, reflects a dazzlingly beautiful metallic texture in the sunlight. Skilled armor masters even made gold-coated copper on the edge of the armor, embossed silver roses and eagles, and eye-catching embroidery on the upper chest.
The badge is engraved with golden eagle and military flag patterns.
Such a rare fine armor would appear in such a rebel camp, it is simply a fate destined by God!
What's even more wonderful is that this breastplate is worn on the enemy's body.
In a flash of lightning, Griffith fully appreciated this fine armor with the most critical eye and recalled the deeds of heroes in ancient myths.
In that mythical age, heroes fought under the gaze of God, and the victor stripped off the loser's armor and declared glory!
My breastplate is here!
Griffith’s eyes were filled with embarrassment and his fighting spirit was boiling.
Hand holding a halberd, he moved his body keeping a distance from the rebel leader:
“Sequence 8, Assault Cavalry Second Squad Captain, Griffith Blanton,
“What do you call your Excellency?”
"Mosmok, former chief centurion of Verona's First Army," the leader held a long sword and raised a round iron shield in front of him, his steps firm and steady, "Sequence 8 Barrier Breaker."
“Then, let’s fight!”
Hundreds of rebels and city defenders held their breath and watched the duel between their leaders.
They have no doubt that this will be a decisive battle.
The drummers beat the rumbling war drums, and the hillside rolled like thunder.
“Mosmork!”
“Mosmork!”
“Dong dong dong!”
“Mosmok, dong dong dong!”
Mosmok was the daring of all the troops. Hundreds of people roared in unison and struck the ground with swords, spears and axes.
The uniform roar rolled in, like an overwhelming force.
Griffith raised his halberd high above his head, drawing a silver arc and slashing towards Mosmok, who raised his shield to resist.
“Bang!”
With a loud noise, the onlookers' rebels all took half a step back under the terrifying pressure. Griffith's halberd was blocked by the iron shield.
At the same time, Mosmok used his left hand to deflect the halberd, abandoned his shield and slashed at the gap in Griffith's flank. His full blow came fiercely, and the blade was gleaming with blood.
What a big gap in posture! How could the assault cavalry be so careless? Mosmok saw that Griffith's lower left side was full of flaws, and he swung his sword to kill him without hesitation.
A layer of white ice shield suddenly appeared in front of the long knife. Mosmok was shocked, but the long knife's attack had been blocked by the ice shield. The ice immediately shattered, and sharp ice fragments were ejected. The long knife had enough power to break open the lock.
Armor, chopped the mail into pieces and embedded it deeply between Griffith's waist and abdomen.
Mosmok was about to drag the blade, but he felt as if he was clamped by steel and couldn't move at all. The extremely cold air suddenly hit him, imprisoning his hands and feet, and he couldn't move away for a while.
In shock, Griffith pressed his left hand like lightning, holding down the long knife embedded in the armor muscles on his waist, took out his feather fencing sword and stabbed Mosmok's eye socket.
"Uh, uh..." Mosmok's eyes widened in disbelief. In such a thick-blooded extraordinary person, ice magic can still appear continuously.
Griffith drew out his feather sword and wiped it on Mosmok's throat.
There was a gurgling sound in Mosmok's throat, and it was impossible to get an answer to his question. Amidst the thunderous cry, he twitched and fell backwards.
The neat low roar suddenly stopped.
The drumming stopped, and only one drummer who was particularly devoted was still beating the drums. After a moment, he realized the strangeness of the coldness and stopped the drumsticks in surprise.
it's over?
This is the end?
Lord Mosmok unexpectedly... The rebel army that had just revitalized suddenly collapsed.
The densely packed rebels on the hillside stared at this scene dumbfounded, as if they were in a dream and had an unreal feeling.
Griffith's waist was numb with pain, and he could hardly stand up. In order to kill the leader as quickly as possible, he deliberately used a flaw, and then took advantage of the three layers of defense of ice shield, leather armor and mail armor.
Attack, then counterattack with Freeze Nova, Reckoning and Corrupted Feather swords, one sword kill.
Although leather armor and mail armor have good defense against piercing damage, their defense against blunt objects and heavy blows is poor.
He endured the trembling pain, took off his old leather armor casually, took off Mosmok's breastplate and put it on his upper body, cut off his head, picked it up on the halberd and raised it high.
A few seconds ago, the shouts were loud, and the noisy and boiling rebel camp could still hear the dripping sound of sweat rolling down. In the clear sky, there were faint blood-colored starlights descending, falling on Griffith, and there was muffled thunder in the air.
roll.
In the distant thunder, Griffith had a vague feeling of strangeness, as if some kind of shackles were loosening.
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He raised Mosmok's head high with his halberd, pointed his sword forward, and scanned the rebels with his cold eyes.
Under this fierce light, the archers did not draw their bows, the drummers were in doubt, and hundreds of foot soldiers held their breath, not knowing what to do.
The muffled thunder came from far to near, and Griffith looked up to the sky and roared amidst the bursts of roar:
“Verona!
“Who will fight with me?”
The dull thunder suddenly turned into thunderous thunder, and in the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the sun, and electric snakes rolled around.
Griffith pointed his sword at the Xishan rebels and shouted: "You dare to fight!"
The rebels retreated in unison, and even the border guards and militia were terrified.
He pointed his halberd at the east slope and threatened in a stern voice: "Can we come and decide life and death together?"
The rebel formations were shaken, and they were in panic.
Griffith threw off his head, struck at more than a hundred people around him, wielded his sword and waved his halberd, and drove the rebel group on the top of the slope north: