Ride and Cut

"I can't help much." Granling's forehead was full of beads of sweat. When the battle was at the stalemate just now, he was desperately using divine support, and his divine power was completely overdrawn.

"Fuck, count me." Buster picked up the helmet and buckled it back on his head. He wanted to see what the eagle knight could play!

The leader of the tiger guards was called Woods, and he silently bowed to Bedrick, lifted the epee and led all the tiger guards who were able to fight towards Richard's back. His brothers of the same race were fighting and dying in Chaksh, but the Tigers never had the habit of abandoning their companions, even if only the corpses were left.

Before he could brew more intense emotions, a figure suddenly stood in front of him like a tree stump.

"The newcomers are all standing back." Gunther squeezed his shoulder, squeezing the big head half his height, and squirted his nose in disdain, "There is no place for you here."

"Live together, charge." Richard snapped his fingers, spreading far in the dry and cold air.

The sound of neat footsteps started to sound as pointed by the long sword.

"Here again." Capet rested his chin on his palm thoughtfully.

This time the number of people on the offense was only about one-eighth of the last time, about 300 in total, so small that they can be counted directly without estimating. The formation looks pitifully thin, and it contrasts sharply with the griffon's ambitions that are waiting in line.

The only difference is that the dragoons and centaur, who had been stationed in the distance to watch the battle last time, also started to move this time.

As an experienced commander, Capet always presupposes that his opponent is savvy enough to guess whether there are more hidden deep murders behind those seemingly stupid actions.

In the ever-changing battlefield, this is definitely a good habit. It has saved the fate of himself and his subordinates several times. But this time, Capet felt that maybe the enemy was making a fool. Because he really didn't understand what he could do even if he rushed forward with such a small amount of people.

Elite? This is indeed no doubt.

When Capet saw for the first time that there was a force charging, he could take a neater pace than a guard of honor. Their speed is not slower than the Pompeii infantry just now, and may even be faster, but they have a leisurely feeling like a walk, and you can see that they are not ordinary goods.

But the elite can't cover everything, and can't surpass the mighty blood knight.

"Uncle, please let me join the battle." The little nephew Fontan flushed with excitement.

"Go." Capet felt that he should be allowed to see the wind and waves at the right time, so as not to always know the heights of the sky, "but you must be with the Cavaliers reserve, not alone."

Fang Dan walked and jumped like a rabbit, and it was hard to tell how much he would listen to the advice of his elders.

Capet continued to focus on the battlefield, and the infantry of the Pompeii Barbarian was close enough.

As the officer shouted loudly, the archers began to shoot in volley, but they quickly stopped reluctantly. The opponent has a heavy and sophisticated armor, and their efforts are basically equivalent to wasting arrows.

And the same archer, the centaur's performance is enough to make any commander jealous to vomit blood.

They stood a hundred yards away, and with only two rounds of free shooting, no one would dare to show up on the wall-one warrior who dared to show up had a feather arrow on his head. Then the Centaur began to pour firepower towards the infantry array behind the gap.

The nightmare of Griffin's ambition officially kicked off.

Shields are a weapon against bows and arrows, but unfortunately today it is an exception.

A slightly thinner shield can't stop the longbow and weighted arrow collocation at all, and will be penetrated by people and shields. But this does not mean that it is safe to hide behind the heavy shield. As long as you don't pay attention to revealing a little flesh, a feather arrow will immediately fly over like long eyes, which is incredible.

Capey realized that the standard of these centaur archers was definitely higher than he had ever seen in his life, and even the elves who were known for their shooting skills could not be better than them. Although the total number is less than one hundred, the ability to cause casualties is comparable to that of a thousand-man team.

Griffon ambition has a total of five hundred archers, all of whom are veterans and have huge numbers. It is not that they have never tried to fight back. However, the shooting gap between the two sides is obviously greater than the number of people. Under the care of the Centaur, they withdrew from the battle due to heavy casualties before the third round.

Capet started to feel a little uneasy watching this scene, and when the hand-to-hand combat began, this uneasiness quickly evolved into reality.

The stalemate and tragic exchange that would have occurred in the imagination did not appear at all. When the Pompeii barbarian rushed up with a battle axe, the line of defensive Stuart soldiers were almost like a target made of straw. The only effect was a slight delay. The enemy moves forward.

They fall down so fast that people can't react, and they will inevitably even doubt whether their eyes are reliable. The Stuart regular army with complete equipment, complete structure and high morale at this moment is no better than unarmed civilians, and is being slaughtered without resistance!

Based on the casualty rate, Capet quickly deduced an almost ridiculous fact-these unremarkable Pompeii heavy infantry, I am afraid that the strength is generally more powerful than the three-blade high tiger!

Especially the epee who rushed to the front, his weapon did not seem to be sharpened at all, but every swing made several Legionnaires break free from the limitation of gravitation for a short time, and rushed into the air like a bird, the price was obvious when they landed. The bones are all broken. Such an exaggerated performance was a devastating blow to morale. After several knights who tried to intercept were killed in battle, the ambitious soldiers of the Griffon obviously began to fear and evade.

"Should we go?" Cervantes looked very irritable, holding a scarlet thorn sword in his hand, which melted into liquid from time to time to wrap his palm.

There is a deep bone cut mark on his cheek ~www.readwn.com~ is a mark left by a tiger warrior. Blood knights can control their own blood, so there is no need to worry about blood loss from the wound, but the pain will not be exempted. Cervantes felt like a fire was burning in his heart, longing for destruction and killing.

"Wait, wait," Capet repeated nervously, countless thoughts spinning quickly.

Sending blood knights now can definitely reverse the disadvantage, but it is also equivalent to playing the last hole card in his hand. The problem is that the most daunting earth-traveling dragoons are still staring at them, obviously waiting for the blood knights to come out first.

At this time, whoever plays the hole card first will be at a disadvantage. If the blood knight is dispatched too early, it will undoubtedly become the target of the earth travel dragon's charge.

How to deal with it? The question circulated in Capet's mind.

All his thoughts finally turned into a bitter smile, and he soon realized that he had no choice at all, because the front line was rapidly sliding towards collapse. The other party can wait, but he can't afford it.

"Master Cervantes, please."