Pioneering

Chapter 34 Night Attack
In the silent second half of the night, silver moons and blood moons alternate, and the interweaving and alternation of silvery white and blood red moonlight renders it miraculous, bizarre, and even terrifying.

Infinite killing intent is about to erupt at this moment.

"Why hasn't Point that #@￥ come?" A brown-haired, blue-faced, horse-faced man scolded impatiently, "Doesn't this bastard know that he's coming to a training camp after his shift?"

"Captain Karl, Huang Mao didn't go home directly after taking the shift, did he?" a square-faced guy with a kind and honest face said, "It's not a problem for the brothers to wait here?"

"That's right!" "Yeah, it's not a thing!" "..."

Fifty or sixty heavily armed militiamen next to them were chattering loudly.

"Okay, don't fucking quarrel!" Captain Carl scolded angrily, "We don't wait for Pointe, let's practice first, that yellow-haired bastard, he will suffer tomorrow."

"I have to beat him hard!" Carl said angrily, "Now, let me practice it!"

随着卡尔一声令下，他手下59人和方脸汉子手下60人配合着形成了一个横列20人、纵6人的方阵，其中横列每两人之间间隔3.5米，纵列每两人之间间隔3米。

Karl's younger youth soldiers formed the first rank; the upright and middle-aged soldiers formed the second rank; and the oldest adult soldiers formed the third rank.

The men with square faces also used this as a standard to form three rows of archers.

Firstly, the first row composed of young soldiers advances first, and when the distance from the false enemy is 50 verts, the silver-plated javelin is thrown.

After the throwing is completed, the first row starts to evacuate to the two sides and then evacuates to the third row, and the second row seamlessly connects and starts throwing silver-plated javelins.

After the square-faced man's three men lined up in the first line and started throwing their guns, they began to throw silver-plated arrows in unison to cover their retreat.

So repeated, the second rank evacuated to the end of the archer lineup after throwing.

The archers continued to throw arrows for cover at the evacuation interval.

After throwing the silver-plated javelins in the third row, they did not retreat, but immediately raised their shields. The first row in the back raised the silver-plated spears that had been made in the past few days and stabbed behind the shield. The second row in the front was now behind the lineup of archers. Raise the shield.

As for the last three rows of archers, the first two rows continued to throw arrows forward, and the last row turned around and threw arrows behind them.

In this regard, a wonderful array drill was completed.

Everyone was exhausted and out of breath, resting on the ground, preparing to rehearse after a while, and then went back to their respective homes.

"Captain Carl, let me go and make things easier," the square-faced man said without blushing, "I'll be right back."

"Go, go," Karl said, squatting on the ground, also very tired, "Clayton, you kid is really a freak. I'm afraid your physical strength is comparable to those of the apprentice knights."

"Tell me honestly, have you broken through to an apprentice knight?" Karl looked at him enviously.

"No way, no way," Coleton scratched his head and said, "But I feel that it's not far behind."

"Good boy, you're so kind," Carl patted Clayton's thigh, and said, "Hurry up! Move around more in the future!"

"Definitely, definitely." Coleton responded as he left the open space behind the church and ran towards the church.

After entering the church, Coleton did not run to the public toilet, but went straight to the church confession room, and knocked three times on a floor tile "Bang Bang Bang" in the center of the confession room.

After a few breaths, a "bang bang" sound suddenly appeared under the floor tiles.

In the next moment, with a bang, the floor tiles were pushed up and hit Clayton.

Fortunately, Clayton escaped from this indiscriminate disaster with a shock and turned sideways.

Immediately afterwards, a series of continuous figures rushed out of this secret passage.

"Joanna, can't you wait?" Clayton couldn't help complaining to the first figure that jumped out, "It's not that there are no mechanisms, why do you have to be hard?"

Joanna said without sincerity: "I'm sorry, because my sharp claws are really hungry and thirsty!"

"Okay, hurry up and divide the troops into two groups according to the plan, and start to act!" Andre Kelei interrupted their conversation and said solemnly.

The discipline of the wolves was evident at this moment, and soon Andrekre led a group of elite werewolf apprentice knights to the training place of the Eastern Musketeers in the church, while Joanna returned with a group of bronze werewolves who had not yet become knights. The place where Creighton trained before.

A bloody battle has begun.

"Damn it, did Clayton fall into the pit? Why didn't he come back!" Captain Carl couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, "What the hell are they all doing? Don't you know that the village is at a time of life and death? "

"It's too lazy to be lazy at this time." Karl yawned sleepily and said dissatisfied.

The 118 people lying on the ground complained even more, and they were lying on the ground and refused to get up.

Joanna soon saw a figure faintly in the distance, and immediately ordered the whole army to attack.

At this time, after gathering the non-knight bronze werewolves lurking in Borg Village, Joanna had a total of 35 people under her command.

Immediately, the pack of wolves roared, and there was a continuous crackling sound of bones. Thirty-five werewolves with a height of four to five meters, led by Joanna, a bronze werewolf of the senior apprentice knight level, rushed towards the crowd.

The 36 figures suddenly ran out of the momentum of a thousand troops galloping.

The footsteps of "boom bang bang" also alerted the lazy militia patrols.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack," Carl roared angrily, "Stop forming a formation, don't fucking lie down, if you lie down again, you will really become a corpse!"

The panic-stricken Borg village soldiers still showed a high level of military literacy, and they formed an formation in just over 20 seconds, worthy of forming an organization before the arrival of the werewolves.

"First wave, let go!" Following Carl's order, 20 silver-plated javelins shot at the charging werewolves. Unfortunately, the werewolf formation was too scattered, and only two or three javelins scratched a few werewolves.

After the first row is thrown, it will automatically start to evacuate to both sides and back to the third row without command.And the archers didn't need to be ordered to throw their own shots to cover the first row, and the effect was not good. They only hit three or five werewolves, but only one werewolf fell to the ground.

"Second wave, release!" Following the command, 20 silver-plated javelins were released in the second row in an instant. This time the effect was slightly better, scratching seven or eight werewolves, and knocking down two.

Before the third row was thrown, the wolves had already slammed into the formation. At this moment, there was a burst of wolf howling in the archer formation, and seven or eight werewolves suddenly appeared in the archer formation!
Massacre is inevitable!

(End of this chapter)