Chapter 714 (2/2)

”Byrne --!!”

With the front finger of the big sword, count angert roared again: ”Byrne, attack!”

”Show them --!”

The next second, the heavy infantry array with big strides made a messy cry and launched a charge without warning.

The infantry Knights wielding big swords with both hands were like spear tips. The high blade of one person tore the air and sent out a cold and terrible roar.

Finally, without hesitation, basaye gathered all his Centaur warriors who could still obey orders and rushed straight from the front.

From the moment of contact, both sides killed red eyes.

The torn Centaur army was hanged with the infantry Knights almost immediately; The battle axe collides with the big sword, and the flail meets with the spear, forming this tough, face-to-face fighting field!

One man's tall two handed sword makes the Centaur's burly posture no longer have advantages, and even become a burden; Without charge, their spears could hardly tear apart the armor of the infantry knights.

Count angert, who was gnashing his teeth and exhaling, dragged the handle of his sword, stared at his ferocious eyes and stepped forward. The big sword clenched with one hand took his body as the axis, made a horizontal split forward, and drew a very ”beautiful” half arc.

Blood spatter!

The oncoming Centaur screamed bitterly and was instantly cut in two; Bright blood was scattered from the air and dyed the gray beard of the count of angert red.

The old man standing on the sword gasped heavily. The burning chest made his blood boil like a gush, and the veins on his forehead and arms were exposed.

I'm old... I'm really old. I just cut a centaur. The barbarians are so excited. If they don't have to laugh at me when they're young?

With an angry hum, angert swung the armor of his right arm and stabbed his spear. The blade pen of the big sword pierced the Centaur warrior's frightened face.

”Die for me!”

The roaring old man swung the screaming Centaur into the air and smashed it at another Centaur rushing towards him.

”Bang --!”

With a dull loud noise, angert stepped on the bones of two Centaur warriors and pulled out the bloody sword with both hands.

The roar of anger sounded in my ears, but guy angert's war intention did not diminish at all; The big sword danced and opened the Centaur coming face to face; He grabbed the long handled axe and threw it away, smashing the head of another enemy.

In the scream, he suddenly stabbed the blade behind him; The Centaur warrior was about to howl, raise his spear and die with the old man; The next second, he was pinched by an iron hand and broke the neck bone.

When the blade was pulled out, the bright red plasma scattered like raindrops;

When the sword was up, there was no enemy around him.

The infantry Knights around followed, no slower than the old man; The heavy infantry had long carried their shields behind them, waving chain armour and tomahawks to fight against the approaching centaurs.

The chaotic fight has just begun!

……………………………………

On the Bank of the river, the Byrne knights who completed a round of charge began to gather again, but this time they did not form a close and thin three row array, but very loosely opened and deepened on the Bank of the river.

”Guy angert... This old man is really old and strong. Can he fight like this?”

Count bosiwar, surrounded by more than a dozen Rangers, raised his mouth and laughed happily with a somewhat surprised expression.

On the riverside battlefield not far away, thousands of centaurs have been bitten by infantry knights and heavy infantry - even if they want to withdraw, it's too late.

”It's worthy to be an elder left by the black Duke era who can compete with trolls!” bell lanmalos, the count of Lake City, nodded and threw away the broken lance; Cross your hands and pull out two long guns from your back:

”According to the Duke's order, we just need to cover the infantry phalanx and complete the encirclement... With count angert, we don't have to worry about anything.”

”That's right... But!” the joking bosiwar turned and didn't know who he was talking to: ”we are Bain people. The protagonist of Bain army can only be cavalry, not infantry

We have to kill all these four legged barbarians before the limelight is robbed by this old guy! ”

In the deafening battle, bosiwar laughed, ignored lanmalos's obstruction, was excited like an actor about to perform, and waved his saber to the Knights nearby:

”Do you hear me? Boys, what are we doing?!”

”Kill --!!”