Ride and Cut

"Ambush!" The terrible thought flashed through Hendra's mind like lightning, and his heart contracted violently.

　　 Since the day the war was born, ambush as an ancient but effective tactic has never completely disappeared. Once it succeeds, it can often produce a miraculous effect of reversing the outcome.

　　 The roar of the brown bear is Hendra's entire effort and hope. Frankly speaking, he absolutely cannot bear the consequences of defeat.

　　 Fortunately, the scene of the enemy troops pouring out like a tide did not appear, but seventy or eighty people turned into two hundred people. On the scene, the roar of the brown bear still maintains a tenfold advantage in numbers. In plain operations, this ratio often means complete crushing.

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　　 "Heavy cavalry, strike immediately!" Hendra didn't want to see any accidents, and played the trump card in his hand.

　　 The dull sound of horseshoes began to sound. At first it was slowly noisy but quickly became dense, even overshadowing the shouts of thousands of infantrymen.

　　 The momentum produced by the heavy cavalry charge can only be described as terrifying. Each rider's harness armor weighs more than half a ton, and the four hoofs fly to the ground to grind the grass leaves, and when they sweep forward, they roll like a thunder. Such a heavy force will eventually converge on a little steel gun, and it must be invincible!

　　 And there are two hundred people like this cavalry!

　　 Not to mention that there are many officers among them with a grudge, and the lances in their hands exude colorful brilliance.

　　 After up to a hundred fingers, they will directly crash into the formation of the alpine fort from the flanks. Even a giant dragon will definitely not be able to resist the lances of hundreds of heavy riders with its flesh, let alone a group of slightly stronger ordinary people!

　　 Hendra waited for the final word after a hundred hands, and the cavalry was looking forward to the achievement of merit after one hundred hands.

　　 But only a hundred times in a handful of time, for the front-line infantry, it seems to be trapped in infinite hell, or a ridiculous nightmare.

　　 They cooperated with each other to attack the enemy with spears, epees, and armor-piercing hammers, as they did during training. Skilled movements, orderly rhythm, and reasonable collocation all show that every drop of sweat they shed on the martial arts field is worth their money. These farmers who entered the military not long ago are now enough to be called fighters.

　　 But the effort is meaningless in front of the enemy. If they are qualified fighters, even if the opponent can't be transcendent, they are at least a generation of masters.

　　 What greeted them was the battle axe and the great sword that fell across their heads and faces. The warriors were not wooden targets to be slaughtered, and they immediately tried to block them with shields or weapons.

　　 No one can say that there is a problem with the response, but unfortunately, under the premise of huge differences in strength, the correct response may not necessarily bring the correct result. It may be a mistake in itself to let a group of newcomers fight against the brave and brave mountain fort warriors.

　　 Blocking is completely useless, not because the enemy has used some subtle martial arts, but because the battle axe is so powerful that it easily cuts people with weapons in two.

　　The most frightening thing is the epee. He is obviously much shorter than other heavy armored infantrymen, but the weapons used are the most exaggerated and heaviest. The wide blade is even enough to be used as a bedboard for a seven or eight-year-old child.

　　 also didn't know where it was so terrible strength, ** in front of him was as fragile as a straw paper, a horizontal cut was enough to make everyone in the entire fan-shaped range in front of him permanently separate the once intimate upper and lower body. The lucky guy who had escaped from the edge was so scared that he had feces and urine on the spot.

　　 And when he uses the vertical split, the victim can't expect to leave a slightly intact remains.

　　 The centaur's bow and arrow suddenly became sharp, shooting a hole in the wooden shield, and then wearing it with the shield hand behind it. Some centaurs still seem to feel that using bows and arrows is inefficient, and simply drew out a scimitar to join the first line of melee combat.

　　 Strength suppression, body shape suppression, equipment suppression.

　　 In this confrontation of dozens of people to one, the one with the superior number could not resist the steadily defeating, while the inferior party was roaring forward, leaving behind a spot of flesh and blood, and the ground was stained red.

　　 This is not a close battle, but a two-hundred-pound golden-crowned gladiator who beats up children heartily.

　　 The roaring brown bear infantry quickly realized that trying to defeat such an opponent was tantamount to self-humiliation, and the courage was melting like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

　　 The only thing that can support them to continue without defeat is the heavy cavalry comrades who are about to arrive. They are still willing to believe that the terrifying lethality of the heavy cavalry is enough to solve all problems.

　　 While the barbarians and the centaur were still hacking and slashing, it seemed as if they hadn’t seen the heavy cavalry getting closer and closer not far away.

　　 Hendra's mouth bends slightly, listening to the flattery around him.

　　 But the next moment, the reeds on the river bank suddenly heard a deep and loud hiss, followed by another sound.

　　 The neighing sounded one after another, and the tall jungle-like reed was easily stepped on the ground like wheat straw, and the things that had been hidden by it finally revealed its true colors.

　　 Hendra was originally surrounded by a circle of people talking, laughing, and flattering, waiting for the moment of victory, but at this moment, it looked like a time stop switch was pressed, weirdly quiet. They opened their mouths and gurgled in their throats, but couldn't say a word.

　　 The violent astonishment left the mind blank, only the pupils were contracting violently with the sphincter.

　　 It was a huge earth travel dragon as large as a hill, covered in heavy beast armor with fierce corners, like the ancient disasters that came out of the myth and epic, and it exudes a horrible atmosphere that makes the enemy desperate.

They stood there as a city wall. What’s more suffocating was that the city wall was gradually accelerating under the drive of a knight on its back. The mud enough to trap a horse’s leg is not even a knee for the Earthwalker, and it cannot constitute an obstacle at all. .

　　 The earth began to tremble violently, and the originally calm river water shook a splash of water from it. Like a natural disaster, the waterfowl and beasts inhabited by the reeds screamed and fled~www.readwn.com~ The seemingly large and cumbersome terrestrial dragon, guided by the tacit understanding of the same-born rider, actually stepped out of a hundred people. Neat pace!

　　 This kind of coordination appears in any cavalry unit, it is definitely a symbol of elite.

　　 Directly in front are two heavy cavalry centuries roaring from the Brown Bear Roaring Legion.

　　 As a heavy mount, the Earth Traveling Dragon is inherently weak in agility. Although the power of the charge is outstanding in the world, its speed and endurance are far from excellent.

　　 If the distance is far enough, the roaring heavy cavalry of the brown bear has a chance to turn around and avoid the battle.

　　 But it is too late to talk about "if" at this moment. There is no regret in the world. The reality is that the distance between the cruel two sides is rapidly shortening, and there is no room for another turn.

　　 Forcibly turning around at this time is to give the most vulnerable flanks to the enemy, which is equivalent to suicide!