Now it was the city gate garrison's turn to counterattack. A half-meter-long spear fell down in a parabola. The number was not large, but it caused the night attackers the largest casualties since the night attack.
The lethality of this kind of mid- to short-range throwing weapon cannot be compared to that of bows and arrows. Even heavily armored warriors are like paper in front of it, let alone the light armor of night raiders. Once it is shot, it is a
There is a big hole, and even if you don't die, you will lose your combat effectiveness on the spot, and the possibility of survival is almost zero.
This level of casualties obviously could not shake the firm will of the night attackers. No one hesitated and rushed forward.
"Attack!"
Although the wild boar Alves is a bit stubborn in his work, he has a very keen grasp of fighter aircraft. When the night raiders were still twenty or thirty steps away from his own military formation, he ignored the still dense rain of arrows above his head and issued an order to take the initiative to attack.
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Waiting for work depends on the situation.
If the hundred-man guard he led were spearmen, he would definitely set up a dense formation of spears. Not to mention a group of infantry in light armor coming from the opposite side, even if a group of knights came, they would have to pay a heavy price.
If he is leading a group of pure shield soldiers, he will lay out a shield array like an iron barrel, leaving the opponent with a bloody head before attacking.
But he is now leading a team of guards who are good at close combat. Especially when he has an absolute advantage in equipment, he cannot just wait for the opponent to rush into the battle, but takes the initiative to fully utilize his advantage.
come out.
When the two collided, it seemed that the earth was trembling. It was not only the collision between bodies, weapons, and armors, but also the collision between two wills. One side defended to the death, and the other side fought to the death to destroy the city.
The hoarse roar, the clang of swords piercing the bones, and the splashing of hot blood... formed the most cruel war scene. The battle entered a fever pitch as soon as it started.
The one-sided massacre that the wild boar Alves had imagined did not appear. The night raiders seemed to be fighting desperately. When the actual confrontation came, they did not exchange lives for lives. Instead, they were like monkeys around them.
Spin.
There is no trick to the dagger, but the sharp point is extremely slippery, and it is designed to drill into the various gaps in the armor, and these places are often the key joints of the body. Once hit, even if it is not fatal, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
Regardless of others, the wild boar himself felt it. He had already been poked three times on his neck, four times on his left elbow, two on his right shoulder, and countless times on his calf and waist.
If it weren't for the fine workmanship of the chainmail armor inside, he would have crawled on the ground by now. Even so, the blow to his left hind leg made him bleed. Now when he walks, he no longer has the attitude of swallowing up mountains and rivers. He was originally complacent.
Their equipment advantage turned out to be their disadvantage - their flexibility was incomparable to their opponents.
The wild boar has been fighting since he was able to hold a sword. He has seen countless battles before and after. This is the first time for him to experience such a frustrating fighting method. He really wants to roar loudly. What on earth is this?
Is it a war? Or is it monkey tricking? Could these guys be a group of thieves? Why are they so flexible?
Boar Alves was dissatisfied with his results because his initial expectations were too high. In fact, the night raiders suffered heavy casualties. Their flexible tactics were to dance on the tip of a knife.
In other words, their error tolerance rate is much lower than that of the city gate garrison wearing heavy armor. The opponent can still be alive and kicking after being hit by several swords. If they miss once, they may lose their lives.
"Assemble!"
Alves has changed his tactics. Since you are known for your flexibility, I will compress your space for movement and see what tricks you can come up with.
Squeak...squeak...squeak...
The sound of sharp wooden whistles one after another was extremely clear in the dawn. Unknowingly, the night had faded and the sky began to light up. For Bastille, the situation not only did not get better, but became worse. The thick morning fog reduced visibility.
It became lower, and in the blink of an eye, all the night raiders who had been fighting them to death just disappeared into the vast fog.
The regrouped city gate garrison looked at each other. This battle was really inexplicable. Apart from knowing that their enemies were Andis mountain people, how many enemies were there?
Which village leader is in command?
To what extent was the city wall lost?
How did the other party bypass the army led by the city lord?
Or has something happened to the army led by the Lord City Lord?
They were completely unaware of these conditions, and it was like a huge burden weighing on them, making them feel uneasy.
Buzz...buzz...buzz...
A familiar voice came from the air again, and the sound of arrows piercing the air. This time, without the instructions of their captains, those with shields consciously raised their shields, and those without shields also put on defensive postures.
Although they were muttering in their hearts to repeat their old tricks, no one dared to be careless, because anyone who dared to do so would have long been turned into a pile of bones. On the battlefield, no one can be too careful.
Puff puff……
The feeling after the bow and arrow hit was obviously different this time. It was not the sound of being blocked by various types of armor, but the sound of being shot into the body. After a brief pause, miserable howls came one after another.
"Look for cover, everyone look for cover, this is a heavy bow, this is a fucking heavy bow!"
"It can't be defended, it can't be defended, ordinary heavy armor can't defend it... uh..."
"Don't mess up, don't mess up, shield wall, form a shield wall..."
"It's useless, it's useless, a wooden shield can't protect you, a wooden shield can't protect you!"
The entire city gate garrison was in chaos. Some wanted to form a shield wall, but the iron-wood shield was no different from paper in front of the armor-piercing heavy arrow thicker than a thumb. The shield was broken open and shot through again.
His arms were everywhere, his defense was slightly deformed, and the heavy arrows that followed immediately nailed him to his original position.
Those who try to escape will die faster. All standard armors pay much more attention to the defense in front of them than the latter. Isn't this just asking for death if one's weakest point is exposed?
This was no longer a rain of arrows, but a curtain of arrows, with the number of heavy arrows falling per square meter being no less than twenty.
The arrow screen does not last long, only thirty seconds, but for those who are in the arrow screen, it is so long. Those who can still stand look around blankly and see nothing but arrows.
The dead body was full of arrows, as if he was the only living person on the battlefield.
"It's over!" Fox Kleist closed his eyes in pain. He hurriedly hurriedly witnessed the destruction of the city gate garrison.
Although he knew that because the view was blocked by heavy fog, the number of survivors of the city gate garrison was higher than expected. After all, many people inside were wearing double armor. Even if the armor-piercing heavy arrows were powerful, the distance was still very high.
There is still a long way to go to break through double armor.
However, he knew that there was no room for recovery, because the courage of the city gate garrison had been broken.
A soldier without courage, no matter how strong his body is and no matter how heavy the armor he wears, is not much stronger than an ordinary farmer.
What's more, the enemy's goal has been achieved - the city gate has been opened.
Countless tall figures broke through the white mist, like wild warriors rushing out of the wilderness, roaring in to kill.
Kleist saw with his own eyes that the fighting power was approaching infinitely. The Great Knight Mountain Boar Arvert only managed three moves under the hands of the strong man at the front before he was crushed into pieces by the opponent's big hand like a cattail leaf fan, including his helmet and head.
The rotten watermelon caused the city gate garrison, whose morale had already fallen to a low point, to completely collapse. The surviving soldiers had only one thought in their minds - to run.
The farther you run, the better. The city gates cannot be defended, the castle cannot be defended, and the Bastille cannot be defended.
"McGee the Skullcrusher!"
"The Furious Mountain Men Legion!"
After recognizing the other party's identity, Fox Kleist did not stay for a second, turned around and left. The direction he went to was not the inner castle of the Bastille, but another city gate of the Bastille.
If he returns to the inner fort to organize defense now, he may have a 40 to 50% chance of blocking the opponent from the inner fort. When the time comes, he can attack the opponent from inside and outside with Old Bolton, and may be able to defeat the opponent.
But there are too many uncertain factors here. Let’s not talk about whether it can be blocked. It is still unknown whether Old Bolton is still safe and sound!
Because this time they were facing a completely unknown enemy. Although they had already seen Skullcrusher McGee, Fox Crest did not think that he was the supreme commander of this night attack.
Because that reckless man didn't have that much brains to plan such a meticulous night attack plan, even the reaction of the city gate garrison was part of the opponent's calculations. If it were him who planned it, it would only be to this extent.
Once they enter the inner castle, their lives are on the line, and they must either defend it or be buried with the castle. With McGee the Skullbreaker here, they have no choice but to surrender.
If it were Bull Eriksen here, he would return to the inner castle without hesitation and live and die with this city.
This is the biggest difference between the two people. In the eyes of Fox Kleist, his life is above all else. No one in this world is worthy of his precious life, not his family, not his father, let alone
Talk about a slave trader.
Many things are contagious, such as colds, plague, and faith.
When those soldiers saw that the current supreme commander of the Bastille, Sir Crest, could run faster than a rabbit and rushed out of the Bastille without looking back, their collapse became even faster.
I don't know whether it was out of pure kindness or looking for a reason for their escape. The fleeing soldiers shouted as they ran.
At first it was just "The city gate is broken", but then it turned into "The castle is broken" somehow, and then it became "The Bastille is broken". Finally, under the guidance of thoughtful people, a new slogan was added: "
The army led by Lord Bolton was ambushed and the whole army was wiped out. Bolton had been killed by an arrow."
If this kind of completely invisible rumor was usually discovered, it would take a minute. However, in the current chaos, there are many people who believe this, and the smarter the people, the more convinced they are.
Because this is a perfect reason for them to run away for their lives. As for those who are not smart, the smart people believe it, so what reason do they have not to believe it?
The morning mist became the best cover for the night raiders. They were sweeping through the streets, and their figures seemed to be everywhere, with their numbers increasing.