Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 489 Exceeding Expectations
If someone looks down at the hilly land southwest of the Tower of the North Wind at this moment, they will find that the black and green fog of war is spreading like a sea, and white waves are churning in it, rushing to the south.

The snow stopped, but the cloud became thicker instead.

Azike looked far and wide, and he could only know from the spreading fog of war that the scale of this group of undead was far beyond his imagination.The tumbling black clouds blocked his sight, and he could only vaguely see two flags waving wildly in the wind, coming towards them almost parallel.

In front of Atsk was a shield soldier wearing a petrified lizard leather armor holding a solid shield.They enjoy the top defensive equipment in Siliki, and together with the halberds, they build the most reliable defense line in Siliki.The archers stood on the high ground behind and turned into two phalanxes, already occupying the best position for long-range strikes.

And where he couldn't see, the sword fighters had already been lurking on the two wings - if there were cavalry, the siege formation would be more perfect, but it's a pity that Roberto's cavalry is not large enough, and Amassi It is too difficult for Er's horses to adapt to the climate in northern Xinjiang.

Atzik hadn't even been able to set up such a perfect formation a few times in the battle flag simulation exercise, but at this moment his heart was even more uncertain.

The Siliki army has fought many victories, and every time it is a big victory.But this also makes them lack the tempering of tough battles-he doesn't know whether these shield soldiers can withstand the impact of those skeletons who have no concept of "death" at all, and this far exceeds the number of undead he imagined. The carrying capacity of the pocket array is exceeded.

Azik clenched his fists tightly, his lips turned pale from the cold in the cold environment.He looked to both sides, but saw that both Mia Christian and Elena had calm faces, and they didn't seem to feel panic at all.

And Caroline is sitting in Diana's arms, her little face is flushed at the moment, and her fingers are circled into rings in front of her eyes, like this, she can see farther and find Cyril's figure earlier. .

"I found it, I found it! Cyril is back!"

She suddenly yelled loudly, and Azik's thoughts that had just drifted away were pulled back by her yell, and he quickly looked forward.However, in the black and green mist, two white waves rushed towards their shield soldiers in a cone shape, one on the left and one on the right, and there was a knight in the front of the two waves.

Flags fluttered above their heads, and the image of a silver deer head and a crescent moon lifted the spirits of all those waiting.What stands out more is the knight on the left—he seems to be riding a mass of surging flames, the black and red flames twisting in the wind, burning angrily.The snow was trampled by the horseshoes and flew to the sides, but it was burned and melted in mid-air.

But he saw the black horse leaping up, and the knight on the horse turned around and swung a sword. The blue sword light immediately tore apart dozens of skeletons.

Who was not their lord, Cyril Adrian?
"They succeeded!" Azik threw all his worries behind him at this time, and the surging wave of undead made him tremble uncontrollably—there may be elements of fear in it, but there is more to it. It's excitement and excitement!
His tactics were successful, and after leaving the military academy, he still had a chance to successfully implement them!
"Rods, get ready—" he tore his throat and shouted to the front, and the shield soldier at the front immediately raised a sword high and responded to him.

"Everyone is ready, hold your shields, and prepare for the impact!"

Rhodes' steady voice sounded, and following his words, all the shield soldiers raised their shields.And Rhodes naturally overflowed with a holy halo, enveloping the soldiers around him--the knight's halo skill can stabilize the soldiers' minds and prevent them from being lost due to the negative state that the undead may bring. fighting spirit.

Although this move may be a little redundant, because Rhodes only needs to turn his head slightly to see the fighting spirit on the faces of the soldiers around him, and the bodies that are rising and falling slightly, warming up for the impact posture.

And he himself, too.

The black and red flames gradually became clear in front of his eyes, and the outline of the nightmare horse could already be distinguished. 50 meters, 30 meters, ten meters, the ferocious skull face is presented together with the handsome face of the half-elf boy, of course, there is also the Leonardo who only has round armor and is still yelling and waving a big sword .And at this moment, Cyril and Leonardo restrained the magic power in their bodies that had been attracting the undead to chase like a bright light, and then mobilized the horses, turning suddenly towards the two wings in front of the shield soldiers, completely releasing the undead to the shield soldiers them.

"For Siliki!" Rhodes yelled violently, and behind him were all the soldiers who responded in unison——

"For Silikie!"

Amidst the roaring sound, the phalanx of archers had already opened their longbows amidst the high-pitched screams of Memphis, and the uniform rain of arrows drew an elegant arc above the heads of the shield soldiers, but this was a fatal drawing.The sharp and dense arrows seemed to be pouring down on the undead at the forefront, and the heavy force directly knocked their skulls away or crushed their bodies.

In an instant, these crazily charged undead stepped down, and the pace of the subsequent undead was also scattered because of this, and the speed of the impact suddenly slowed down a lot.

But these bones of the dead are still moving forward, no matter whether they hold weapons in their hands or not, even if they are bare-handed, they are blindly moving towards the smell of flesh and blood.Rhodes let out a low growl, raised the solid shield in his hand, and slapped No.1 on the face of the undead rushing in front of him, chopped off its head and flew away, and then swung the long sword, knocking No.2, No. 3 undead cut down together.

The shield line has completely collided with the undead. At this moment, they only see the skeletons they are fighting and the skeletons that are about to fight.The solid line of defense and the timely support of the archers made them feel extremely relaxed, and even had the idea that skeletons were nothing more than that.

But judging from the position of Atsk, the situation is not so optimistic——

Their "pocket array" is very large, and when the number of people is limited, the bottom of the pocket will naturally appear weak.

It was originally estimated that the number of undead should be similar to theirs, but at this moment Azike looked at the undead who was fighting with the bottom of the pocket, and the skeletons were still stacked... The number of these skeletons would not be higher than their two times more than it?

Then can he still hold these undead in his pocket?

If it can't fit, the sword fighters on both sides will be flanked by the undead and surrounded, and the pocket formation will be completely broken...

But such worries only existed in Atsk's mind for a short moment, and then he said firmly: "The signal arrow, notify the two wings to attack."

After the words fell, the archer beside him immediately replaced with a signal arrow.The soaring silver light tore through the dark clouds in the sky, and a silver deer head symbol bloomed in the sky.

Those who saw the sign were not only the greatsword fighters who had already been on standby, but also the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment who had been watching Siliki's army on the flank.

"Silver deer head? Whose badge is this?" Atley frowned, thinking about it, but he didn't expect any noble family on the call-up order to have such a family badge.

But the symbol of the family emblem is not important, the important point is, which family arranged the pocket array?
So standard and perfect, whether it's the bottom of the pocket or the sides of the pocket, or the archers who mess up the enemy's formation.He even felt that the chess pieces in the war chess game were not as beautifully executed as these soldiers, and even the Bright Wing Infantry Regiment under him...

What's even more weird is that this pocket array seems to give him a wonderful sense of familiarity——

It seems, as if, as if, he should have fought against such a formation when he was a student.

The opponent's formation was also perfectly arranged, and he also used the "cavalry" as a bait to pull his troops into the pocket meat grinder. With the same number of people, he couldn't find a backhand solution at all. It can only be defeated by a huge battle loss ratio.

The commander's talent is really outstanding, and he can be called the top in their class.

It's a pity that for some unknown reason, the other party did not choose to join the army, and disappeared after graduation.

If he also joins the army, then he should be standing in a higher position than him now?
Of course, Atley didn't think that commander would be the commander of this team. After all, people who came out of the military academy didn't have such fantastic ideas.

Even if they could think of it, they would give up unstable plans and choose safer ones because they cared too much about the capabilities of their troops—this was a common problem among students in military academies, but it might also be called an advantage.

"My lord, their formation... seems to be better than ours." The adjutant spoke his mind.

He nodded heavily, and looked not far ahead, which was one of the two wings of the pocket formation.The latter's commander had already spotted them. She was a woman with long red hair, carrying a large sword that was as wide as a person. After glancing at them haughtily, she didn't move much, as if acquiescing. overwhelmed by their onlookers.

But her subordinates didn't even turn their heads, they just quietly waited with their big swords in their hands.

But at the moment when the silver deer head bloomed in the air, these sword fighters who were as motionless as wooden figures suddenly "lived".The red-haired female swordsman raised the big sword on her back, pointed forward, and then rushed towards the sea-like undead.

Atley's breathing stopped suddenly—he was surprised by the excellence of the pocket formation just now, and now he noticed that the number of undead on the plain, if the "bottom" of the pocket formation is obviously far from enough to its accommodating.

However, under such circumstances, the commander of this team still insisted on pocket formation?Is he a fool or a madman?

No, it must be a lunatic—only a lunatic would think of attacking three undead strongholds at the same time, without a doubt.

The thoughts in Atley's mind popped up one after another, even ignoring his adjutant's question "whether to attack together", and after he thought about it, the swordsman led by the red-haired female swordsman had already Sharply cut into the flank of the undead.

Xie Er's leaping figure was like a thunderbolt, and thunder light also appeared on the big sword. Every time he swung the sword, two or three skeletons could be thrown into the air.And the sword warriors beside her were equally brave, and they didn't have the slightest fear of the ferocious faces of the undead.

On the opposite side of them, on the other side of the pocket, Hagen Trogne and Leonardo, who had already been included in the team, led the team into the undead formation at the same time, cutting it off in the middle.

If an ordinary human team encountered such a flank attack, it would probably have been thrown into disarray and completely defeated.

But it is the undead they are fighting.

From death, undead who don't know what to fear.

In terms of individual combat capabilities, whether it is a newborn skeleton or an "elite skeleton" that has been improved to a certain extent, they are all at the bottom of the troop tree.

But they are the most indispensable part of the undead team, and also the most critical link for its victory.

Because there are many of them.

And not afraid of death.

The bones waved their arms, and even if they broke half of their bodies, they could use the remaining half to hinder the attack of Siliki's army.The formation of the pocket formation was very smooth in the first day of the junior high school, but as the two-winged swordsmen entered, the number of undead far exceeded the estimated number, and they could no longer move forward, but were surrounded by it.

At the same time, the shield soldiers and halberd soldiers at the bottom line were also caught in a bitter battle.

"Can they persist?" Alina looked ahead worriedly, "Do you need to adjust..."

But having said that, the girl couldn't think of any countermeasures in her mind.Battle damage has already appeared, although it is not too much, but after the bottom line formation cannot withstand the attack and siege of the undead, it will definitely increase rapidly.

But Azike didn't have any other expressions on his face at this time, he just looked at the front calmly and said: "The vast majority of skeletons have no weapons, if they can't even resist such an offensive, then the previous training is equivalent to In vain."

When he spoke, he clenched his fists tightly, and his chest heaved uncontrollably. After a while, he asked, "Where is the lord? Has he not come back?"

Even Miss Mia showed a dazed look—just after Cyril ran to the flank, her attention was all on the shield soldiers and undead who were about to collide, and she didn't notice Cyril's movements at all.

Instead Caroline raised her hand and cried, "I know I know."

"Cyril, he ran to that village!"

"Ah?" Atzke opened his mouth wide, and the hand that had just loosened up clenched his fist again——

What on earth does this lord want to do?
At the same time, after going around in a circle, the Nightmare Horse had already returned to the gate of the second village that it rushed out of not long ago.

Cyril was not worried about whether his subordinates could deal with these undead, even if the number of undead exceeded expectations.It's the same idea as Atsk - if they can't even deal with some low-level undead, then they don't mess around in the battlefield in northern Xinjiang.

What he cared more about was the master of these undead—the necromancer.

You haven't come out after all this battle, what are you doing hiding in your lair?

(End of this chapter)