Count Tashkent walked down the covered bridge, his steps getting faster and faster. The servant beside him tried to dissuade him: "Count, you can't go into battle yourself! Your command is still needed!"
Tashkent rubbed his face: "Commander, what a command! If we can't defend this wave, we will all die here! Stop talking nonsense and bring my hammer!"
The first batch of white waves surged up the slope, losing the suppression of the mage tower. The shaman began to cast spells again, and the aura of the barbarians on the slope gradually became brighter again.
"50-meter contact! Keep the gun level! The front row must resist!" Leonardo and Beckland stood next to a ramp. At the top of the ramp was a small square formation. The knights in the front row held the weapons in their hands.
The large tower shield was pushed hard against the ground. The bottom of the tower shield to prevent impact had all-steel spikes, which penetrated deeply into the ground under the strength of the knight.
The knights in the front row lowered their heads and put their entire left shoulder on the tower shield. The broadsword in their right hand hung on the ground and kicked back with their right legs, preparing to receive the first wave of impact. The knights in the second row put their shields on the first
On the platoon's shield, protect the head and face of the front row, and then also put the left side of the body
Leaning on the tower shield. The knights in the third and fourth rows had just put on their spears. They staggered and placed their spears on the upper edge and in the gaps of the shield, with the tail end against the ground. Viewed from the ramp, this
The phalanx is a metal wall with shining golden light and countless spikes sticking out.
Close, close, the barbarians are close at hand, and suddenly the radiance of magic shines again, and the chain lightning is like a thick silver whip thrown into the charging queue of the barbarians, setting off a burst of blue smoke among the dense crowd on the ramp. The charging people
The steps were immediately slowed down by the paralysis effect of the chain lightning. At the same time, the lightning also knocked off some of the green auras on the barbarians, but it did not cause any attrition.
Leonardo, who was close at hand, shouted: "Well done!" and threw the spear in his hand. Leonardo shot with all his strength. The silver fighting spirit flashed away, and the spear was like a long bullet core that had been shelled.
, the barbarians in the front row were stabbed to death, even with their shields.
until the third one was skewered on a spear and flew backwards, bumping into the fourth and fifth, and then the meat skewers made of spears rolled down the slope with a few people, causing a lot of chaos.
, but the other barbarians immediately caught up two steps and filled the gap.
The place where Polu is now is on the right side of the city wall, just avoiding the top of the ramp. He has an excellent view. Behind him is the passage up and down the city wall. He looked to the left and saw Leonardo shouting: "Enemy
We have armor!" Watching the barbarians make a final sprint towards the shield wall without fear, trying to make up for it.
Having just lost speed due to paralysis and confusion, I couldn't help but think, do these things really have intelligence? Facing a shield wall and a dense forest of guns, it is the nature of normal creatures to cower. If you just hit it directly, how can it be almost like a beast tide?
In this case, will the things that affect the beast tide also affect humans?
Seeing that the entire ramp was exposed to the shooting range, the few knights who stayed here to help had already thrown their spears at the ramp. In the first wave of throwing spears, they directly used their grudges. The ramp was less than 50 meters away from them.
, the throwing spear happened to face their left shield, and the barbarian waved the shield in his hand, directly sending the throwing spear with fighting spirit flying away. "They are very strong!" Paddington shouted: "At least level two!
Throwing a spear without full strength will have no effect."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a heartbreaking sound of metal friction coming from the ramp array. The barbarian, who was running so fast, held up his buckler and the knight's metal square shield finally collided together, like the tide hitting the rocks, and the waves were sprayed.
Splashing. Each tower shield was held up by two people. The metal square array in the front row was lofty.
Still not moving, a barbarian running in the first row hit the shield, and the high speed returned to zero. Under the action of inertia, his head hit the shield that was placed at an angle in the second row, and along the metal shield wall,
He was thrown into the air, waving his shield in the air, and seemed to want to use the force to jump into the crowd.
Suddenly he saw a row of long and thick spears raised up. The gravity pulled him up with the speed of flying, and crashed into those spears. More barbarians hit both sides of the shield wall and were deliberately left behind.
Exhausted by the small angle, he flew directly down the slope with speed. Anyone who couldn't stop could not stop.
Already dead, the front row fell into bull-butting mode. The barbarians in the back row pushed the front row hard. A barbarian in the front row held a shield against the tip of his gun. He was oppressed by the huge force behind him and watched the force behind him squeeze him.
, getting closer and closer to the tip of the gun, and couldn't help but let out a desperate roar.
"Gunner! Stab!" A commanding voice came from the phalanx. The gunmen raised their spears with people strung on them. The spears were already very heavy and they had to push forward with force. The barbarians huddled together were unable to retreat.
Retreat, a spear pierces the animal skin, penetrates the bone armor, and advances firmly and unstoppably, often piercing three or four people.
At this time, it was difficult to draw the spear back. The friction of flesh and blood, the wounded holding the gun, and the weight of the fallen people were so heavy when combined. From the front of the knight's tower shield to the three or four rows behind it
There were no living people left. They did not fall down just because both sides were squeezing hard into the middle. Leonardo shouted: "Get ready for melee combat! Abandon guns in the back row! Push the enemies down the slope! Don't let them pile up the slope.
Come!"
Polu was stunned by this horrific scene. This battle was so primitive that skills and speed were almost useless. It turned into a competition of fighting spirit against muscle strength. The fallen barbarians accumulated on the top of the slope.
The entire slope turned into a red quagmire. The strong smell wafted over, and Bolu finally couldn't restrain himself. A stream of sour water surged up into his throat and he spit it out.
"Hurry and help me adjust the direction and load the string!" Polu, who was much more awake after raising his head, shouted: "Shoot them on the side! Stop using your fighting spirit to throw the gun. Only throwing the gun with all your strength will be effective. How many can you throw with all your strength?"
The knights who had already thrown several spears at full strength were panting, looked at each other, then raised the tail of the shield cart and adjusted the shield cart 60 degrees to the left. "How many times can you load the string with your bare hands?"
"It's about the same as throwing a spear with all your strength. It will be exhausted after 15 to 20 times."
"Quick! Rocker! Don't use your bare hands, save your defensive strength!" The knights shook the handwheel vigorously, and the shooting speed was not as fast as that of the leader who directly loaded the strings by hand, but Bibolu used his own strength and slowly moved one frame at a time.
The rotation is too fast, less than 50 meters, the crossbow is coming to the bed
When it comes to shooting at close range, there is no need to consider the problem of ballistic descent. After Bolu took aim one by one, Bolu shouted: "Leah!" Leah turned around, sweat soaked Leah's turban, she had already shot 5
Gen threw his gun, but the result was not very good."
You come to operate this ballista! Pam, find an empty place to string this ballista! I have already adjusted it. As long as the string needs to be loaded, the launch is over!" Leah returned to the ballista and pulled off her own
Wearing a mask, he gasped for breath. The three ballistas began to fire the spears of the first-level knights with all their strength. In the first round of shooting, the barbarians still waved their small shields, but only one bounced away, and the remaining two were still
The target was hit, and the two savages rolled down the slope.
To install the string again, the two knights worked together to shake the small handwheel. It took Bolu about 30 seconds to turn the winch to install the string in place. The knights were much more efficient. They were all ready for launch in more than 10 seconds. Another launch.
Rounds of shooting. The barbarians were already on guard against the ballistas here. They put up their shields, but the huge kinetic energy wooden shields could not stop them at all. The vertically incident spears penetrated the wooden shields and still released all the kinetic energy on them.
on the body.
Another thick chain lightning hit the crowd, and the barbarian was obviously sluggish. Suddenly, the aura on his body lit up again. Polu took a look and saw that the shamans in the distance were casting spells again. If the buff continued like this, the front row
It was such a disadvantage. Bolu turned to look at Pam: "How to notify the Mage Tower! Suppress the enemy's support first! Otherwise,
The platoon can't handle it!" Parma looked back and forth at the people around him. The knights were all outsiders. Poru didn't think the mages would recognize him. The messengers all withdrew following the previous retreat order. I should let them stay.
Next, Palma thought. He gritted his teeth and said, "I have to go for a run! Just hold on, I'll be right back!"