Blood tax

Chapter 137 The Road to Promotion Has Been Opened

So nervous!

Although Griffith has rich combat experience and a lot of experience as a squad commander, it was the first time in his life that he commanded a battle independently, and he also brought a large group of soldiers who would flee at any time.

I thought about it all the way.He first conceived the battle mobilization, and then deduced the counterattack of the rebels and his own formation, and even calculated the route of victorious pursuit and defeated escape.

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his head became. Many thoughts were kneaded together, and the soldiers who were almost beggars and rogues became completely unknowable variables, making his deduction a mess.

Griffith always felt that he seemed to have missed something extremely important, but he couldn't remember it.

Although he had a vicious look on his face, his heart had already started beating, and he was in a panic.

If the rebels set out to intercept, the throwing gun in Griffith's hand is the only long-range firepower.The closer he got to the camp of the rebels, the more nervous he felt, for fear that a few rafts full of rebels would suddenly come out from behind the high ground and drown all the scoundrels under him in the water.

The flat-bottomed boat approached the shore slowly, and some busy figures could even be seen running around in the rebel camp.But until the flat-bottomed boat was within 100 yards of the high ground, there was no sign of the intercepting force on the gentle slope of the rebel camp, nor was there a call to arms and no drums.

The rebels gathered in this camp built a fence around the slope without digging a trench.Several archers had already seen the three unmarked flat-bottomed boats, clamored, took out their bows and arrows, and shot randomly at the boats.But there are no good archers and crossbows among them, and the bows and arrows they shoot are as weak as branches.

A shooter can take up the job with just a few people training, but an accurate shooter who can draw a strong bow is very valuable.

The rebels were indeed a mob.

Griffith was determined, pulled out his sword and shouted:

"It hasn't been long since the thieves gathered together to rebel, and they haven't received training and orders yet. We will surely win!"

The soldiers who had passed the alcohol looked anxiously at the second-level squad leader. No one agreed or opposed, and half of them probably didn't hear what he said clearly.These people are city defense troops with no combat experience and scoundrels recruited locally. They have only received simple assassination and formation training, or even no training, and their equipment is only a spear and a shield.

The atmosphere on the punt was a little awkward for a while.

These soldiers are related to the bandits of the rebel army, and they don't know what they are thinking.It was the first time for Griffith to command such a unit in battle, and he was very worried that after he was the first to jump off the boat, the others would disperse on the spot.

He tensed up again.

If these rascals really disperse, then I can't even run away... Well, if this is really the case, then I will charge alone, and if I kill someone, I will turn into a living corpse, five at a time, four at a time. You have never seen the scene of fifty living corpses!
At this time, the flat-bottomed boat finally approached the shore.A group of rebels was rushing from behind the fence with weapons.

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"Take your spears and shields and get into the shield cart!" Griffith drew out his sword and shouted fiercely. is ours!"

Some soldiers listened to the order and got into the wooden shield car, holding the push rod tightly.This birch and pear wood spliced ​​wooden car has simple protection on all sides and the top of the head, and moves by the push rod and wheels inside the body.There's also a solid ram at the front for breaking obstacles, like a square turtle.

"Boom!" The flat-bottomed boat stopped with a muffled sound, leaning against the gentle slope of the rebel highland.

"Go!" Griffith yelled.Clothed all over, he moved alone with a halberd with an ax blade found by Yambol in his hand, urging the soldiers to open the baffle of the bow and put the shield car down.

On the arrow tower ahead, the rebel archers had already started shouting and aiming arrows at him and the shield car.A burst of feathered arrows were inserted crookedly on the thick roof of the shield car, and did not hurt the soldiers below at all.But the soldiers who had just disembarked shrank and squirmed on the spot, not daring to move forward.

More than 150 city defense troops and militiamen were suppressed by arrows and dared not move on the shore.

Seeing that his shooting worked, the morale of the rebels cheered up, and the bows and arrows shot became more and more dense.

Fully armed, Griffith jumped out of the punt and took the lead in rushing towards the core of the rebel army.A few feathered arrows were stuck in his armor, and there was no pain at all.He grabbed a javelin and threw it at the little leader at the forefront of the influx of rebels.

In the dense rain of arrows, the sharp throwing guns went against the trend with a shrill howl.The rebels crowded on the gentle slope saw a flash of cold light, and the little leader who led the team uttered a terrifying scream and flew backwards.

"Pong!"

The little leader of the rebel army was nailed to the fence. After twitching twice, he spat out broken internal organs and mouthfuls of blood from his mouth, and he lost his breath in a blink of an eye.

The dense rain of arrows was a bit dumb, and the rebels standing on the low walls and towers who shot randomly felt their throats were cramped, and their eyes stared at the pierced leader and fell into a daze.

"Follow me!" Griffith shouted, brandishing a halberd and rushing into the crowd of rebels.

More rebels rushed down the hillside, outflanking from left and right.

The sharp halberd blade swept across the unarmored crowd, setting off a rain of broken limbs and blood.The rebel army huddled on the gentle slope shook, and the dying wounded soldiers rolled on the ground holding their severed hands and feet, howling shrillly, and the dense crowd turned their heads and ran back.

Griffith cut off a limb, not seeking to kill but trying to create wounded.A fairly stable group of rebels raised their shields to block the way.He spun the halberd and swung the heavy weighted ball down hard.

"Bah!"

Amidst the loud noises and screams, the shield formation was broken, and the rebels blocking Griffith's front collapsed one after another.

The soldiers crowded under the shield car finally started to advance slowly at this time.They were close to each other, all but the man pushing the cart stabbing with their spears, like a herd of porcupines rushing into a rebel camp.

Holding a halberd, Griffith stabbed another leading rebel armored soldier, then stepped aside and swept towards the enemy army who was outflanking from nearby.

He was full of arrows all over his body, and he ran around alone to cover the attack of the entire squadron. The sharp halberd had a sharp blade under the tip of the gun, and a counterweight made of refined iron at the end. Tomahawk.This unique weapon serves both as a command flag and as an ax-lance covering flanks and gaps in the battle line at critical moments.

When the halberd is swished, it is whistling, although it is not as easy to control as a lance, but its lethality is terrifying.Griffith raged through the crowd like a storm, almost unstoppable.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise from the tower on one side.This building was originally built very sloppily, and it didn't take long for it to disintegrate after being hit by the shield vehicle and trampled by the rebels on it.The rebel archers who couldn't dodge were immediately buried by the ruins.

As soon as the tower collapsed, the rebels on the nearby towers also found that they could not stop the attack of the official army, and began to panic, abandoning their weapons and fleeing down the arrow tower.

The pressure on the Griffith team immediately dropped.The militia formed by the border guards and scoundrels had pulled down the outer fence, and then rushed out of the shield car and rushed into the outer camp of the rebels.

"Wow!"

Hundreds of rebels shouted and huddled among the tents and fences.

The city defense army and militiamen did not pursue or fight, but fought for some bottles and cans in houses and camps with a large group of chaotic rebels.

They plundered some old clothes and wine jugs, threw them into wooden barrels and carried them on their shoulders; soon they were attracted by the scattered copper candlesticks and dinner plates, and fought each other for several bags of flour.

Both sides were plunged into uncontainable chaos.

Griffith almost vomited blood in anger.Although he also expected that his subordinates would lose their organization soon, but this happened too soon.

If you want to rob, shouldn't you grab some valuables! ?
At this time, a leader of the rebel army came striding forward with a group of men, and waved in the direction of the shield vehicle and the officer army, "Go! There are not many of them!"

This leader was dressed in shining silver plate armor and a red robe on his shoulders, and he strode forward accompanied by a group of armored rebels.He is majestic, majestic and powerful.The rebels in armor and carrying a large red flag followed closely behind, and just stood there to attract the attention of nearby people.

Seeing their commander and flag, the chaotic rebels even began to become brave and active, and some turned around to fight the city defense army.

Enemy Commander!It's about time!Griffith was not afraid of being overjoyed, and shouted to the soldiers around him who had not dispersed too far: "Form a circle!"

This wave of menacing rebels was obviously stronger than the previous ones. They killed several militiamen running around in a blink of an eye, and even faintly showed a tendency to encircle and counterattack.

After being attacked by this group of rebels, the soldiers led by Griffith subconsciously huddled into several small circles, beating them with wooden guns and shields in panic.

A circular formation is also a very simple requirement for weak infantry. This formation that gives up mobility is only for holding positions, as long as everyone stands still and raises their weapons outward.

Hundreds of rebels gathered and attacked the hedgehog-like formation from all directions.The ranks of the city defense army immediately began to waver.

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We are surrounded, which is great!Griffith was ecstatic in his heart.Hundreds of rebels have formed a large circle, shouting and testing under the command of the armored leader.

The rebels and the surrounded city defenders collided with each other with their spears in their hands.As soon as the guns of the two sides intersected, they hurriedly withdrew, and then shouted syllables of unknown meaning towards the opposite side.

The rebels had the upper hand in numbers, and their roars overwhelmed the city defense army.The faces of the soldiers around Griffith were all pale, and their shouts also dropped.There was even a circular formation disintegrating under the horrifying shouts. Several city defense soldiers dropped their weapons and begged for their lives, but they were killed by the rushing rebels together with their comrades in the blink of an eye.

The armored leader of the rebel army and five armored soldiers stood under the red flag, looking at the situation in front of the formation with satisfaction.According to observations at the scene, the shouts of our own side have already gained the upper hand, and it will not take long for the momentum of the officers and soldiers to collapse.

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed out of the circle.The halberd in his hand parried the thrusting spear head, followed by a dazzling sweep.

"Ah!" The soldiers who were fighting everywhere and the rebels who were watching the battle from afar exclaimed together, scolding this man for not playing by the rules.

Griffith took advantage of the short moment of parrying the spear, and swept the halberd towards the five or six rebels in front of him.These rebels were concentrating on gesticulating with long guns and shouting at the top of their voices, when they suddenly encountered an unruly guy.

The blade of the ax and the tip of the spear slit the throats of the two men, swept across the shoulders and chests of the other two, and the four rebels fell backwards in unison.

Griffith spun his backhand, crossed his hands, and the blade of the halberd swept away like a whirlwind.Many rebel gunmen who were crowded together couldn't dodge, and were knocked down by the swirling cold light.

"what--!!!"

The screams one after another overshadowed the shouts on the battlefield.Not long ago, the rebel soldiers who were just farmers and bandits screamed as they pressed their wounds.They only had a rag on their bodies, and unstoppable blood poured out from under the rags that had been swept away by the halberd.

The rebels gathered around Griffith were shaken for a moment, trying to escape the whirlwind of death in a panic, and the dense crowd became a harvested wheat field in a blink of an eye.

Griffith didn't even look at the crumbling bandit army, and rushed towards the armored leader not far away with his halberd.

"Kill him!" The armored leader yelled, and the four guards around him rushed forward with swords and shields in hand.The four of them covered each other in two groups, only waiting to parry Griffith's halberd before killing him.

Griffith suddenly stood still, thrust his halberd casually into the ground, took off a javelin on his back from less than 10 meters away from the sword and shield soldiers, and threw it at the sword and shield soldiers in front.

"Bang!" The shield was pierced through by the spear, and the sword and shield soldier behind fell down with a scream.

Just as the screams sounded, the second spear had already roared past, and the sword and shield soldiers were shot through again without even seeing what happened.

With a wave of Griffith's arm, the third spear shot out like a storm.In the blink of an eye, there was only one person left in the sword and shield hand who was about to rush in front of him.

Triple shot.

The throwing gun that Griffith carried with him was used at this time.Although it is not as exquisite as elf shooting, it has powerful armor-piercing and lethality at short and medium distances.

There are not a few armored soldiers who are still screaming fiercely after being hit by arrows on the battlefield, but if they are shot through by a two-finger diameter spear, even if they do not die immediately, the blood and strength of the whole body will collapse.

Griffith dodged lightly to avoid the knife and shield soldier's slashing, pulled out the feathered fencing sword from his waist, and stabbed it into the sword and shield soldier's waist.The rebel immediately twitched and collapsed into a ball.

These four sword and shield soldiers are the guards next to the armored leader. They must be strong and famous fighters among this group of rebels, but they were all knocked down as soon as they met.

The shouting and clashing of weapons on the hillside stopped completely, and hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on the actions of Griffith and the armored leader.

"Continue!" Griffith gave a sword to the sword and shield soldier who fell on the ground, pulled out the halberd stuck on the ground, and nodded to the armored leader.

"Kill!" Another armored leader rushed out from among the rebels, and struck up with a huge axe on his shoulder.Griffith knocked him to the ground with a halberd in the calf, and then killed him by stabbing him in the throat.

The armored leader shook his shoulders.His burly body is covered with fine armor, holding a long knife and iron shield in his hand, and his breath is like a hill.

"Extraordinary?" The armored leader made a buzzing voice and approached slowly.

Griffith didn't answer him, but looked at his armor with bright eyes, as if thinking about where to eat his own steak.

The front of the rebel leader's breastplate is made of a thick piece of polished steel with ridges, and five flexible steel plates are superimposed below to protect the abdomen.The carapace is of the same shape, and the throat armor assists in the defense of the collarbone and neck.The shoulder armor is a forged curved steel plate, and several pieces of lath armor are connected downwards. The inside of the arms are also protected by lath armor, and the arm armor is connected by rivets and belts.

The breastplate and carapace are spliced ​​by several strips of fine steel, and then fixed on the back with straps and rivets.The protective effect is far superior to that of mail armor and leather armor, and it is easy to repair. The perfect structure can be inlaid with magical gems and crystals, and its flexibility is also very good.

This turned out to be a pair of Anima breastplates, authentic Verona classical fine armor, an heirloom of some nobleman, with smooth lines and perfect arcs, undoubtedly the first-class plate armor craftsmanship.

This is a very good knight armor. The weight is just right and the structure is optimized on the basis of retaining the defense. It can make the battle between the knight and the horse more durable.Although the form has been superseded by the latest plate armor, the Anima Breastplate is still excellent armor.

The breastplate, polished to a silver shimmer, reflected a dazzlingly beautiful metallic texture in the sunlight.Skilled armor masters even made gold-clad copper on the edge of the armor, silver roses and eagle reliefs, and the striking emblem on the upper chest was carved with golden eagle banners and military banners.

It was fate that such a rare fine armor would appear in such a rebel camp!
Even better, this breastplate is worn on the body of the enemy.

In a split second, Griffith fully appreciated the excellent armor with the most critical eyes, and recalled the deeds of heroes in ancient myths.

In that age of myth, heroes fought under the watchful eyes of the gods, and the winner stripped off the armor of the loser to declare glory!

Here comes my breastplate!

Griffith's eyes were piercing and his fighting spirit was boiling.

Holding a halberd, he kept a distance from the rebel leader and moved his body:

"Sequence 8, the second-level squad leader of the Assault Cavalry, Griffith Brandon,

"What's your name?"

"Mosmoke, the former Chief Centurion of the Verona First Legion," the leader held a long knife and raised a round iron shield in front of him, his footsteps were firm and steady, "Sequence 8 Barrier Breaker."

"Then let's fight!"

Hundreds of rebels and city defenders held their breath, watching the duel of their leaders.

They have no doubt that this will be a decisive battle.

The drummers beat the rumbling war drums, and the hillside rolled like thunder.

"Mosmoke!"

"Mosmoke!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Mosmoke, boom boom!"

Mosmoke was the courage of the army, hundreds of people roared in unison, striking the ground with swords, spears and axes.

The tidy roar came rolling in, like overwhelming mountains and seas.

Griffith's halberd was held high above his head, drawing a silver arc towards Mosmoke, who raised his shield to block.

"Bah!"

With a loud noise, the onlookers all took half a step back under the terrifying coercion.Griffith's halberd was blocked by the iron shield.

At the same time, Mosmok blocked the halberd with his left hand, abandoned his shield and slashed at the opening in Griffith's flank.His full blow was fierce, blood glistened on the blade.

What a big gap!The people who assaulted the cavalry were so careless?Seeing that Griffith's lower left was full of flaws, Mossmok swung his knife straight to kill him without hesitation.

A layer of white ice shield suddenly appeared in front of the long knife.Mosmok was taken aback, but the long knife's attack had been blocked by the ice shield, the solid ice shattered immediately, and the sharp ice shards shot over.The remaining strength of the long knife broke through the mail armor, chopped it into pieces, and embedded it deeply in Griffith's waist and abdomen.

Mosmoke was about to drag the blade, but he felt as if he was being clamped by steel and could not move an inch.The extremely cold air suddenly struck, imprisoning his hands and feet, and he couldn't retreat for a while.

Surprised, Griffith pressed his lightning-like left hand, pressed the long knife embedded in the muscles of the armor at his waist, took out the feather fencing sword and stabbed it into Mosmoke's eye socket.

"Uh, uh..." Mosmok's eyes widened in disbelief.On such a bloody Extraordinary, ice magic can still appear continuously.

Griffith drew his fencing and wiped Mosmoke's throat.

There was a gurgling sound in Mosmoke's throat, and it was impossible to answer his question.In the thunderous cry, he twitched and fell backwards.

The neat low growls came to an abrupt end.

The drums stopped, and only one drummer who was particularly devoted was still rumbling. After a while, he realized the strangeness of the coldness, and stopped the drumstick in surprise.

ended?
Is this the end?
Master Mossmoke unexpectedly... the rebel army that had just been cheered up instantly died down.

The densely packed rebels on the hillside stared at this scene dumbfounded, as if they were dreaming, feeling unreal.

Griffith's waist was already numb with pain, and he could hardly stand up.In order to kill the leader as soon as possible, he deliberately sold an opening, and then took a heavy blow with the three layers of defense of ice shield, leather armor, and locker armor, and then countered with the Frozen Nova, Liquidation, and Corrupted Feather fencing swords, and the sword was fatal.

Leather and mail armor, while good against piercing damage, are less effective against blunt weapons and heavy blows.

Enduring the trembling pain, he calmly took off the worn leather armor and waved it away, stripped off Mosmoke's breastplate and put it on his upper body, cut off his head, picked up the halberd and held it high.

A few seconds ago, there was a loud roar, and the ticking sound of sweat rolling down could be heard in the noisy and boiling rebel camp.In the clear sky, a faint blood-colored starlight descended faintly, sprinkled on Griffith, and thunder rolled in the air.

In the distant thunder, Griffith vaguely felt a strange feeling, as if some kind of shackles were loosening.

He lifted Mosmoke's head high with a halberd, pointed his sword forward, and scanned the rebels with cold eyes.

Under this fierce light, the archers would not draw their bows, the drummers were in shock, and hundreds of foot soldiers held their breath, not knowing what to do.

The muffled thunder came from far and near, and Griffith roared to the sky amidst the roar:
"Verona!

"Who will fight with me!"

The muffled thunder quickly turned into thunderous thunder, and in a blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the sun, and electric snakes rolled.

Griffith pointed his sword at the Xishan rebels and shouted: "You dare to fight!"

The rebels retreated in unison, and even the border guards and militiamen were terrified.

He pointed at Dongpo with a long halberd hanging on his head, and threatened in a sharp voice: "Come and fight for life and death together!?"

The formation of the rebels was shaken, and they were panic-stricken.

Griffith threw off his head, and made a move to more than a hundred people around him. With a sword and a halberd, he drove northward to the rebel brigade on the top of the slope:
"Verona!

"Watch me break the army!"

(End of this chapter)