Polu watched Parma run down the city wall: "Let's continue! One less person in the front row means one less pressure!" But the other people just silently shook the handwheel to install the strings.
Within a few minutes of contact between the two sides, the front row had turned into a pot of boiling porridge. The knights in the front row were equipped with large shields, helmets with thick faceplates, and heavy plate armor. This set of equipment added up to
It weighs 100 kilograms. Just equipping it will put a lot of burden on people. People without the support of Dou Qi simply cannot afford such heavy equipment.
Huge pressure came from the big shield, and the knight at the bottom felt that his shoulders were about to be crushed. He gritted his teeth, sweat on his face flowed down his beard, and the gaps in his faceplate flowed out. He shouted loudly
He said: "The front row is about to be overwhelmed!" Then he thrust the broadsword in his hand through the shield. The person in this gap seemed to have never changed. The feeling of the broadsword thrusting through it was like piercing a rotten watermelon.
"Who should be caught in it?" Stonewall thought.
In his nearly 10 years of service, this was the first time he shouted this sentence. In which bull-butting encounter was not won by the Seventh Knights? There were more people than they could, and there were no more bull-butts than they could.
People. But this time it was possible to hold up, and there were too many people. People on the entire slope were pushing upwards. The front row could only burn their own fighting spirit to block the gap, but now, the fighting spirit was almost exhausted.
Stonewall heard the creaking sound of the shield. He could no longer raise his head. The metal spikes had been bent!! From the shield, the sound of the front row attacking the shield came from the shield. Someone followed the pile of corpses in front of the shield.
As he climbed up, the shield shook. As a veteran warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, Stonewall felt like he wanted to vomit. Just as he thought about it, the shieldman in front of him lowered his head and vomited out.
.
Stonewall couldn't bear it anymore, and he vomited and shouted: "Captain! I can't do it anymore! I can't bear it anymore!" Leonardo knew Stonewall's voice, and letting this determined soldier shout such words showed the truth.
The force has reached its limit, and the front row is about to collapse! Leonardo roared: "Get ready! The back row becomes the front row! Melee combat configuration! Put it on the city wall and surround it to fight!" Parma! Call someone! Get ready to transport the fallen knight.
Go to the priest!"
Polu was dumbfounded. "Parma is not here!" Leonardo had already mustered up his fighting spirit. He took the warhammer and shield, jumped high, crossed over the shield wall in the front row, and smashed into the barbarian in front of the shield wall.
The crowd was too dense and there was no way to dodge. This was the only thought in Leonardo's mind. He raised his shield and slammed it into the face of the person in front of him. He pushed hard and hit him sideways from the end of the ramp.
At the other end of the ramp, the enemy's weapons clanked on the armor. But he still managed to create a small open space out of nowhere. There were no more tricks left. Leonardo used all his strength, shield smashing, and war hammer slashing,
The fighting spirit was released from the weapons, crushing the barbarians one after another. The protective fighting spirit was besieged and became increasingly thinner.
But the barbarians are still pouring up the slope in an endless stream. After all, he is not a legend yet. The burden of attacking with all his strength is very heavy, and it is impossible to smash the entire wide slope with one blow. After all, the people who besiege him also have huge weapons.
His strength was consumed very quickly when he hit hard on each other. After persisting for dozens of seconds, he began to feel tired. But the shield bearers had completed the substitution operation. "The leader retreated!" Hearing this shout, he
He didn't look back, he just put the shield on his chest and stepped back until he merged into a row of shields.
Leonardo retreated to the back of the formation and dropped the cratered shield in his hand. The right hand holding the hammer trembled slightly. In just tens of seconds of fierce fighting, he felt that he had consumed less than half of his physical strength. He thought to himself: "
Damn it, if the priests don’t come up again, I’m afraid we won’t be able to defend it.”
Stretch! The three spears pierced the enemy's left ribs again. Each time the spears are fired, one or two barbarians will be eliminated. The bed crossbow is tireless, but the barbarians will get tired. One will wax and wane, and it can
There are fewer and fewer barbarians defending against throwing spears, and the efficiency is gradually increasing, killing 5 to 10 in a minute. Although the absolute number is not many, it is better than stability.
The battle for the bulls in the front row has collapsed. As of now, more than 20 people have been exhausted and injured. The armors are of high quality and no one is seriously injured. The replaced knights are hugging against the wall.
After drinking the water bag for a while, Stonewall cursed: "I didn't expect that my mother's legs would be so big."
On the coldest day in winter, I almost got a heat stroke. I couldn’t breathe back, and I was so overwhelmed.” “You lasted for 5 minutes this time! You set a record for the shortest time!” “Then try it!
Try?" "Hahaha!" "I can take a breather and fight for another 300 rounds, believe it or not!"
Seeing that Bolu had been overwhelmed and fell into a fighting front, he felt anxious. He didn't quite understand why these knights could still laugh. He shook the handwheel desperately, and then fired the crossbow. Stonewall saw Bolu's anxious expression.
, smiled: "Little guy, don't worry, the battle has just begun, we haven't died yet, what are you afraid of?" "But we have already lost more than 20 people, is this one-fifth of the reduction?"
If you don’t die, it won’t be considered a reduction.”
"???"
"He's right, he's not dead, so of course it's not considered a reduction in personnel." As he said these words, a string of mana missiles crashed directly into the densely packed ramps, making a deafening explosion. Looking at the unequal parts
barbarians fly up
In the sky, Bolu shrank his head: "This thing doesn't look like much from a distance, but its power is so amazing up close?" "Ah, the mages are indeed stronger in the tower, fixed turret type mages. If you stand well,
No one can beat it."
"But they don't last long. Every time they shoot out a bunch, they overheat, and they have to wait for a while before shooting again. How awesome would it be if they could all be blown up in one go!" Only then did Polu see a priest in white robes squatting next to him.
"Ah, sir, I, I didn't know it was you." "It's okay, this is all a trivial matter." The priest patted his childish face. In fact, his mental age was already more than 30 years old, but this was Bolu's first time participating in a battle.
That doesn't count as participation.
He stood up, but there was no movement. He lightly tapped the scepter in his hand. "Dong" was like a bell ringing in his ears. Bolu suddenly felt that his anxious state of mind relaxed. The priest paused again, "Dong"
"The white soft light spread outwards, from Polu next to him to Beckron on the other side of the city wall. His body lightened up, as if all the fatigue today had disappeared. When the priest tapped his staff for the third time
, Stonewall, who was lying on the ground as tired as a salted fish, had jumped up. His body was covered with a layer of faint white light. He smiled at Polu and said: "Well, it's not considered a reduction in staff. The priest is here, and we can still do it."
We need to fight! Hahaha!" As he said that, he picked up the equipment on the ground and said: "Guys are leaving!" "Here they come!" "Wait a minute!" The injured who were lying on the ground and were still being treated by other priests were anxious.
call.
Because they were wearing fine armor, the injuries they suffered were not common flesh wounds. They were caused by blunt objects such as sticks, sledgehammers, and axes being smashed from top to bottom over their shields, injuring their muscles and bones. Thick wounds
The semicircular shoulder armor has been smashed until it looks like a flattened ping pong ball. So the treatment process will take a little longer.
A group of people ran towards the blockage. Polu looked at his hands and said to himself: "What effect is this? Why do I feel that my strength has increased?" The priest smiled slightly,
Without explaining, he raised his right hand and released a large-scale holy impact. The white halo spread quickly and hit the barbarians who were charging on the ramp. They looked dirty.
The dirty green halo suddenly stagnated, and began to gradually dissipate as their movements began. It was like a ghostly scene stuck due to insufficient bandwidth.:" The halo around them is indeed not a pure force of nature, but mixed with some chaotic and dirty things.
Something. No wonder the color is like rotten green pus. By the way, young man, your affinity with the force of nature is very good. Are you interested in joining the church? "
At this time, Leah patted Bolu, who was stunned when he saw the impact of this level of magic for the first time: "Don't be stunned, you have been pretending for a long time!" Then she stretched out her hand and pulled Bolu.
Lu used the joystick of the bed crossbow and threw the spear tirelessly at the barbarian crowd again. Polu looked at the crossbow.
The gun knocked the first barbarian into the air, changed its direction and plunged into the second man's armpit. Suddenly he felt something was wrong, until another gun hit a passage on the ramp.
The effect was much more powerful than before. Bolu suddenly realized it and shouted loudly: "They have become weaker!!"