Summoning Total War

There is a saying in China.

　　——Fight against the tiger brothers and fight against the father and son!

　　On the battlefield, nothing is more reassuring than a solid figure that can deliver the back.

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five minutes later.

　　 Murphy turned on his horse!

　　Following his movements, the cavalry of the General Guard jumped onto the horses in a neat and uniform motion, and followed behind him without a word.

　　 Raising his hand, Murphy made a gesture toward the side of the battlefield.

　　 The commander of the general guard was silent for a moment, with the same whip, and sixteen general guard knights galloped toward that side! Afterwards, Murphy turned around and looked at it, taking the remaining knights and drove to the other side!

　　As they approached the battlefield for about two hundred meters, all the knights roared neatly!

　　 Galloping horses hooves resounded through the earth, and two teams of cavalry galloped in an arc.

　　 Under the cover of the night, the 33 knights actually simulated the charge of a small knight group!

　　The jackals who were affected by the sound of killing in the battle only heard the sound of horseshoes everywhere, and the roar of enemies everywhere!

　　 They are surrounded by back!

　　 The besieged Psayas shocked!

　　 The formation that had been nearly broken up by the jackals before gathered again.

　　 When people have hope, the desire to survive is quite terrible!

　　 One hundred and fifty meters!

　　 One hundred meters!

　　 Murphy has a solid expression and looks like a sculpture.

　　 He knew that the momentum simulated like this could not last long, even if it was covered by the darkness.

　　 Because once the distance gets closer, the jackals will find that the horseshoes of the cavalry are not so dense, and there are not many voices from all around.

　　At this time, it depends on whether the leader of the Psaya can grasp the opportunity.

　　 fifty meters!

　　 thirty meters!

　　 When approaching a distance of thirty meters, the knights of the General Guard suddenly threw their javelins towards the position of the Jackal!

　　 The inertia attached to the horse gallop gave the first batch of thrown javelins the most lethality.

Thirty-two javelins fell on the two most densely packed points of the jackals. Then, the jackals wailed in pain, and the jackals were penetrated by the javelins or nailed to the ground by several javelins. Struggling, let out a screaming howl!

　　 The cavalry turned their horses' heads, and before the jackals could see that the situation was approaching, they moved away again.

　　 After the first round of the javelin attack.

　　 The captain of the general guard and Murphy made a gesture at the same time, and the cavalry consciously dispersed, forming a circular cavalry formation, galloping around the battlefield.

　　 Murphy clenched his hands and ordered the cavalry to start a second javelin throw.

　　 There are three minutes left!

　　 There are up to three minutes left!

　　 After four rounds of javelin throws in three minutes, the Jackal will find that the enemies are not as many as expected.

　　 And the atmosphere created by the night sky will suddenly disappear!

three minutes.

　　 If the opponent cannot seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack, Murphy will leave with the knights of the General Guard.

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The leader of the Psyrian, who was more than two meters tall and smeared a white mark on his chest with white powder, roared. This sturdy man was holding a battle axe. He roared and grabbed a jackal’s. The corpse blocked the enemy's attack, and then an axe cut off the head of an adult male jackal!

　　 Suddenly the sound of horseshoes and shouts of killing sounded all around.

　　 This discovery shocked him, and his already very tired body seemed to be full of strength all at once.

　　 But, soon he found something wrong.

　　 Although the sound of shouting and killing was very loud, the sound of horseshoes was not the kind of rushing that even the earth trembles slightly, which means that the number of cavalry coming is not many.

　　 A wave of javelins landed on the head of the jackals, and shot several jackals who were blocked outside the circle.

　　 Neatly broken air.

　　 But the number is not dense.

　　 As the heir to a barbarian tribe, a warrior who has experienced many battles, Utors quickly estimated the number of reinforcements.

　　 A cavalry of less than forty men.

　　 Enough, Enough!

　　 is enough for him.

Utors, a symbol of ferocity and cruelty, is the heir of one of the Psyrian clan, a warrior considered by the clan shaman to have a heroic bloodline, this powerful warrior who can kill a plain tiger with his bare hands roared, from his arms He took out a small bottle and poured it into his mouth!

　　 This roar seems to represent some kind of information!

　　 The dozen or so strongest fighters around him also took out the same bottle and poured the liquid inside into their mouths.

　　 Then, a violent breath was brewing.

After drinking a special stimulant-like liquid, the soldiers got a shock, and then their eyes began to congestion and turn red, their heartbeats began to accelerate, and the veins on their arms were tangled because of the blood rushing, like strips. Hanging on the body like an earthworm, hideous and terrifying!

　　 They roared, roared, wielding a huge battle axe and completely gave up any defensive skills, and rushed towards the group of wolves with an aura that was almost suicidal!

　　 This seems to be a signal~www.readwn.com~ There is a trace of tragic and solemn expression on the faces of all the remaining Psia fighters.

　　 They roared neatly, shoulder to shoulder and launched a counterattack against the jackals who had been pressing on them!

　　 Even the soldiers who had been seriously injured struggled to get up, clenching their weapons with both hands...

　　In the tradition of the Psyrian, the warrior should die on the battlefield!

　　 Drinking the divine water bestowed by the shaman and awakening the power of the ancestors in the body is the last glory of the Psyrian warriors!

　　 When the divine water is drunk, it means that the warriors who were awarded the title of warrior by the shaman have already reported their belief in death in their hearts! They will never go ahead! Rip any enemies that stand in their way! Until their lives are ended!

　　Utors split a jackal in half with an axe! Blood that was nearly a meter high spouted all over his body. The hot and smelly blood alleviated the desire to dry up in his throat. The smell of blood stimulated the animality deep in his soul. He tore off a jackal man. On his arm, bit a piece of meat from above and chewed in his mouth! Ignoring the wound left by the sneak attack on his back by the Jackal, he stepped forward and roared towards the next target, with a grinning and terrifying smile on his face, and once again raised the huge battle axe that had been sharpened!

　　 The enemy behind, let the other fighters deal with it.

　　 What he has to do is move forward, keep moving forward!

　　 Until I fall! ! !

　　 These more than a dozen Pusa warriors with heights different from ordinary people are like a heavy hammer, and they smashed into the main line of the jackals!

　　 For a time, the jackals, who were almost twice as many as their opponents, were turned on their backs by the violent warriors!

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