These knights wearing orichalcum armor formed a formation like a triangular arrow on the Gobi Desert from slow to fast. As the speed of the war horses accelerated, the scenery around them retreated rapidly, and the black cloaks on their backs also followed the movements of the war horses.
Ups and downs, rolling in the strong wind, like waves.
The charging knights brought up billows of smoke and dust in the wilderness. The steel horses' hooves hit the ground violently, carving pits on the ground. Like the violent beating of drums, the dull sound shook the soldiers on both sides.
Orichalcum is an extremely heavy metal. A small piece is heavier than the same volume of gold. These cavalry are all War Sequence 2 Bronze Knights. This profession focuses on strengthening one's own physique and bones, otherwise they cannot be worn.
It has such a thick armor. The war horse under its crotch is also a special breed with part of the blood of Warcraft. With the special ability of the Bronze Knight, part of the weight is directly transmitted to the earth, so that it will not be crushed.
The overall mass of an orichalcum cavalry running at full speed is no less than that of a small truck in the previous life. It is so thick and solid that it crashes into the enemy formation like a giant hammer.
"The back row slows down, and every two teams are three meters apart from the front row!"
"Advance on both wings, slow down in the middle, inverted triangle formation."
As the flags waved in the rear, the mid-level officers on Pullman's side began to quickly adjust their formations, and the central battle line gradually turned into an inverted V shape to better withstand the impact.
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Among the spearmen in the middle of the rebel formation, a young man named Kevin was also one of them. At this moment, he was standing in the formation, his eyes looking forward. The copper-colored heavy horse that stirred up the sky of dust quickly grew in size in his field of vision, and the earth's
Trembling, the officer's roar, the collision of gun barrels, and the rapid breathing in his chest. In this tense and frightening moment, his mind went blank, and he just instinctively followed the movements of his comrades.
Before he could react, these running heavily armored knights had already collided with the spears in front of them. Suddenly, the spears were broken directly, with a heart-wrenching sound, and the soldiers in the first row were directly smashed into pulp.
, the scattered blood flew high and fell on his face.
The blood fell from the eyebrows, across the face, and flowed into the lips. The blood had the taste of iron.
In just an instant, the familiar faces he had trained with turned into bloody pieces of flesh and fell in front of him. Before he could feel any sadness or fear, these terrifying cavalrymen had already broken through the human wall composed of seven rows of spears.
At this time, he could even see clearly the lines on the armor of the cavalry on the opposite side.
"Forward, Crancia!" the comrades beside him shouted, and the violent sound shook his ears temporarily.
"Go forward, Crancia!" Kevin also shouted loudly, his hoarse voice coming from his chest, venting his fear and fear.
They gripped their spears tightly and advanced instead of retreating. The sound of gold and iron clashing erupted on the battlefield. Their spears were broken, their bodies were knocked away, and their bones were crushed by horses' hooves.
For these orichalcum cavalry, this is also an extremely shocking scene. Many of them have experienced battles with barbarians. Even those barbarians who are warlike and not afraid of death are reducing their numbers.
At 30%, they will panic and flee. In the end, they will be defeated like a mountain and be chased and hunted by them like sheep.
However, this time the enemy was completely different. The orichalcum cavalry used a lance to knock the head of a spearman away. White and red mixed together and splashed directly on the enemy behind. In previous battles, it was disgusting to see such blood.
Such a scene, they should have broken up and begged for mercy.
But no, not only did the enemy in front of him not kneel down and beg for mercy, but so did all the other enemies. These enemies were not numb undead souls. They were still roaring and moving forward.
But so what, if they are not afraid of killing one, then kill three, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, until they are killed until they are afraid, the orichalcum cavalry will continue to advance.
"Dianping the spear, move forward!"
The officers at the rear were still shouting orders, and groups of soldiers lined up neatly, their spears moving forward like an endless wave, even after passing one level, there was still the next level.
The inverted V-shaped formation is like a huge pocket, wrapping these orichalcum cavalry. Once the cavalry penetrates their line and turns their horses' heads, they will gain a broad space to run and accelerate. When the time comes to attack from the front and back, the line will be shattered.
.So the soldiers in the middle must hold on to this line of defense even if they risk their lives, otherwise all the sacrifices will be in vain.
Cranthia means the place blessed by the stars. It is not an illusory and distant dream. The classics passed down by the great sage Lorraine Hill actually describe how this country is composed. From the people's independent election, the structure of society, the country
The composition and boundaries of rights, as well as everyone's obligations and benefits, are presented to everyone in detail and in detail.
If you have never seen the light, no matter how dark it is, it will not be strange.
But that day, a ray of light broke through the wall and shone into this dark and rotten corner. For the first time, the sinking life saw the beautiful and magnificent scenery outside the window. The fragrance of flowers floated in from outside the house, so tempting, so admiring, and so longing.
.
A seed sprouted, and the impulse in my heart could no longer be endured. Even if it was just one step forward, even if it was just a little closer, I wanted to see the bright world, live in that country full of flowers, and get rid of this world.
Heavy shackles for hundreds of years.
"Forward, Crancia!"
A soldier of the rebel army struggled up from the ground and firmly grasped the cavalry's horseshoes. His legs were already broken, blood was spitting from his mouth, and he was muttering and roaring.
The companions who saw this scene from behind couldn't help but blurred their eyes with tears. They clenched their spears and struggled forward, roaring loudly.
"Forward, Crancia!"
He will never stop, even if his head is broken and blood is spilled on the earth. Because, following the revelation of the great sage Lorraine Hill, the ideal country is already close at hand.
"Forward, Crancia!"
The eyes of the rebels on the battlefield were blood red. One after another, their former compatriots, friends, and relatives died in front of them, but they would never give up, and they would never kneel down and beg for mercy again, even if death pierced their bodies like a sharp sword.
The fierce battlefield was like a millstone of flesh and blood, killing lives crazily. The coalition forces of West Wind and the rebels also fought fiercely together.
The layers of spears, under the terrifying discipline, worked together to harvest lives one by one. Those noble private soldiers who were just trying to make some money retreated and fled after reducing their strength by 20%. Anyway, they would find someone by then.
Once the place is hidden, you can come out to make a living after the news is over. After all, the nobles everywhere need experienced veterans like them.
Xifeng's front line gradually collapsed, and the orichalcum cavalry in the middle was gradually surrounded by the rebels after losing the support from both wings. They wanted to escape quickly, but unfortunately these warriors who were not afraid of death firmly fought with them and did not give them any chance.
Any movement of it leaves room for acceleration.
The spears pierced each other, knocking each cavalryman off their horses. The sharp daggers inserted through the gaps in their masks, and blood flowed out of their helmets.
After the war, the Duke of Rock Wall's Orichalcum Legion was completely wiped out here, leaving only a few war horses, making bursts of mournful sounds in the sunset.