Chapter 27 (1/2)

”Throw the spear!”

Now it's the gate Garrison's turn to counterattack. A half meter long spear fell in a parabola, but it caused the biggest casualties to the night Raiders.

This kind of throwing weapon with medium and short range is not comparable to bows and arrows. Even heavy armour soldiers are like paper paste in front of them, let alone the light armour of night Raiders. Once shot, it will be a big hole. If they are not killed, they will lose their combat effectiveness on the spot, and the possibility of survival is almost zero.

Obviously, there was no way to shake the firm will of the night Raiders, and no one hesitated or sulked.

”Attack!”

Although yarvis, a mountain pig, has a little bit of a stick in his work, he has a keen grasp of the fighter plane. When the night Raider is still 20 or 30 steps away from his army, he ignores the still dense rain of arrows on his head and gives the order to attack actively.

Waiting for work with ease depends on the situation.

If the hundred guards led by him were spearmen, he would definitely set up a dense array of long spears. Let alone a group of infantry in light armour, even a group of knights would have to pay a heavy price.

If he is led by a group of pure shield soldiers, he will set up a shield array like an iron barrel, so that the other side will hit the head and blood, and then take the initiative to attack.

However, he is now leading a team of guards who are good at close combat, especially in the case that he occupies the absolute advantage of equipment, then he can't wait for the other side to rush forward and take the initiative to give full play to his advantages.

When the two collide, it seems that the earth is shaking. It is not only the collision between the body, weapons and armor, but also the collision between two wills. One side vows to protect the other side, and the other side vows to destroy the city.

The roar at the top of one's voice, the clanging sound of swords and swords, the blazing blood splashing It constitutes the cruelest picture of the war. The battle has just begun, and it has entered the white heat.

The wild boar yarvis's imaginary one-sided massacre did not appear. The night Raiders seemed to be in a desperate posture. When they were really fighting each other, they did not exchange their lives for their lives. Instead, they whirled around them like a monkey.

The dagger has no rules, but it's very tricky and sharp. It's designed to drill into the gaps of the armor. These places are often the key points of the joints of the body. Once the dagger is hit, even if it is not lethal, its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

No matter what other people think, the mountain pig has been stabbed three times on its neck, four times on its left elbow and two times on its right shoulder. As for the number of times it has been hit in the lower leg and waist, it has been countless.

If it wasn't for the excellent workmanship of the lock armour inside, he would have climbed on the ground now. Rao was so. He saw blood on his left hind leg. Now he has gone away from his original arrogance. His equipment advantage which he had been complacent about turned into their disadvantage - flexibility can't be compared with each other.

Shanzhu has been fighting since he was able to use his sword. He has seen countless battles before and after. He is still the first time to experience this kind of fighting. He really wants to roar. Is this war? Or monkey? Aren't these guys a bunch of thieves? How can you be so flexible?

Jarvis, a mountain pig, was not satisfied with his results because his expectations were too high at the beginning. In fact, the night Raiders died heavily. Their flexible tactics were to dance on the tip of a knife.

In other words, their fault tolerance rate is far lower than that of the city gate garrison in heavy armour. The enemy company is still alive and kicks several times. If they fail, they may lose their lives.

”Assemble!”

Jarvis has changed his tactics. Since you are good at flexibility, I will compress your space. What can you do for me?

Squeak Squeak Squeak

One after another, the sharp wood whistles were very clear in the dawn. Unconsciously, the night had faded and the sky began to shine. For Bastille, the situation was not better, but worse. The thick morning fog made the visibility lower. In the blink of an eye, all the night raiders who had just fought with them disappeared in the vast fog.

The newly assembled garrison at the gate of the city looked at each other. The battle was really puzzling. Up to now, in addition to knowing that their enemies were Andes mountain people, how many enemies were there?

Which village leader is in charge?

How far was the city wall lost?

How did the other side bypass the army led by the Lord?

Or has the city Lord's army been in trouble?

These conditions are unknown, like a huge burden on their bodies, making them surge restless.

Hum Hum Hum

Another familiar sound came from the air, the sound of arrows cutting through the air. This time, without the command of their own captain, the shield consciously lifted up, and those without shield also put forward defensive posture.

Although I dare to be careless in the battlefield, I don't dare to do it for anyone in my heart.

Poof Poof PoofThis time, the feeling of the bow and arrow was obviously different. It was not the sound blocked by all kinds of armor, but the sound of shooting into the body. After a short pause, howling one after another.