The standard-bearer in the Guards blew the clarion call to reorganize the army.

The well-trained soldiers shielded each other and retreated.

Todd deliberately wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the opponent to retreat and continue to attack, but the remaining gladiators fought on their own, turning a deaf ear to his cry.

"We won! We defeated the regular army of bitches!" "Splitting Mountain Giant" Cotton raised his severed head with one hand and shouted to the audience.

Listening to the cheers from the stands, Todd counted the dead bodies with the corner of his eyes.

Seven of the gladiators died, and less than seventy people were left; the Guards had sixteen dead, and eighty-odd people were left.

Judging from the battle loss ratio, this looks like a victory, but judging from the remaining number, the gladiators are still at a disadvantage.

Moreover, compared with the remaining combat power of the two sides, most of the soldiers who died in the Guards were killed by Todd. They were basically archers, shield guards and spearmen in the back row. The organization was still intact. On the side, the dead people who rushed forward were the bravest and best fighters. The death of any one of them is a loss that cannot be ignored for the entire gladiator battle formation.

On the battlefield at this time, there is another person who has the same idea as Todd, and that is the leader of the plains-"Sly Fox" Besson.

The crouched man ran to Cotton's side, grabbed the opponent's arms, and shook his body vigorously: "Idiot! Open your eyes and see, the army has begun to line up again!"

Under the commander’s loud orders, the Ulster Guard Regiment adopted a close formation. The space between the soldiers and the soldiers was less than a fist. The shield guards were evenly distributed. The spearman was close to the shield, and the commander and The remaining archers stay in the center of the formation.

With a voice of the command, the soldiers around the formation erected their shields outwards to form a tight circular shield wall; the soldiers in the formation erected their shields towards the top of their heads, sealing the entire circular shield wall into An inverted "iron pot".

Just when the others were confused and at a loss, Todd recognized the name of this formation in the history of the past-the ancient Roman tortoise formation.

The victory that was just won, dazzled the minds of some gladiators.

The North Islanders, who were not afraid of death, charged towards the tortoise shell under the leadership of Colton.

Todd hit the shield vigorously with his sword, and shouted at these stupid teammates: "Come back!"

No one cared about his warning. The North Islanders running high hit the shield wall of the Guards, and saw that the shield wall was only slightly sunken, and then pushed the attacker to the enemy like a spring. The sharp spear was like a sharp spear. Like a venomous snake coming out of the hole, it pierced the chest of the feller, taking away one life after another.

Seeing this situation, "Sly Fox" Besson hurriedly took his subordinates to rescue the North Islanders. He commanded the plain people under his hand to form a long defensive line, while responding to the spears pierced from the tortoiseshell formation, while using long-range weapons to kill the enemy.

However, every arrow he fired toward the Tortoise Array by his archers received only the sound of ding ding dong dong, which did not cause any harm to the enemy; instead, the spearmen of the Tortoise Array untied from their backs. Throwing the spear and exhausting all of his energy at the gladiator, these sharp weapons with huge kinetic energy penetrated the fragile wooden shield of the gladiator, causing a lot of casualties.

"Cracking Mountain Giant" Cotton relied on his brute force to smash a gap in the tortoiseshell formation. He just wanted to call his men to attack, but the Beidaomen who attacked with him were already dead and injured.

A shield hit his knee, and another long sword stabbed his thigh.

Cotton fell to the ground, looking at the spear that was getting closer and closer, and roared in anger, but there was nothing he could do.

At this moment, one hand grabbed his armor and dragged him back on the sand for several meters, pulling him back from the edge of death.

Cotton looked back, and Todd was using a shield to block the attack on the two, while raising the sand on the ground, confusing the enemy's sight.

Dragging the North Islander with only strength in his mind to a safe place, Todd squatted down, looked directly at the opponent with his eyes, and shouted: "Let your people withdraw!"

"Why do you order me..."

Cotton’s protest was not over yet. Todd broke an iron sword on the ground into two sections in front of him, and the volume increased by three points: "I said! Let your people **** I withdraw!"

Facing the tortoise shell formation of the Ulsters, the gladiators' offensive was repelled, and at the same time twenty bodies were left behind. As for the Guards, except for the minor injuries suffered by four people, there was basically no loss in combat power.

The surviving gladiators withdrew to the edge of the field, established a weak line of defense, supported hard, and were only one step away from defeat.

Simply bandaging the wound with a cloth strip, "Sly Fox" Besson spit on the ground: "Looking at this posture, these people are trying to kill us!"

Cotton looked at the clansmen lying down in the distance, his eyes flushed and his beard trembling.

Todd was observing the surrounding environment and thinking about all the factors that could be used on the battlefield.

"Cunning Fox" Besson's face was gray, and he said discouragedly: "This type of shield-covered formation can't be broken at all, it can't be defeated at all!"

"Under the world, there is nothing that cannot be defeated. Everything has its shortcomings." Todd looked at the winch by the gate and said thoughtfully, "I have an idea."

On the viewing platform, Conch Urban, with a relaxed face, took a sip of the red wine and slowly swallowed it, then laughed and said, "Hahaha! It really scared me just now!"

Foggar, who was standing by his side, looked at the timing and complimented: "There is a saying that goes well. Chickens sometimes fly higher than eagles, but there is never a way to soar in the sky like the latter."

Seeing this touted one ruler and one minister, Queen Maeve said angrily: "The gladiatorial fight is not over yet."

Conch Urban smiled and waved his hand: "I've already hit this point. Could there be any miracles?"

After saying this, the king lowered his head and said in words that only he could hear: "It seems that the thing is not needed..."

"Look!" Queen Maeve suddenly exclaimed, attracting the attention of others.

On the battlefield, other gladiators huddled in the corner, moving their backs against the wall while resisting the attack of the tortoiseshell formation, but one of them left the team and ran in the opposite direction.

Congee Erber put his hands on the railings of the stands, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he whispered: "It's that Boyle..."

Todd jumped out of the gladiator's shield wall, avoided the arrows and spears shot at him, and ran along the root of the wall. To everyone's surprise, his destination was actually the winch frame for lifting the gate.

Before coming to the winch, Todd waved the giant axe in his hand and slashed hard towards the chain on the winch.

Sparks were flying everywhere, iron filings flew around, and the sound was loud enough to be heard throughout the venue.

"What the **** does that **** want to do?!" Conch Urban stood up and yelled hysterically.

Queen Maeve’s eyes flashed with star-point streamers: "I don't know, but what he will do next must be very interesting."

With the help of the strengthening power ability, Todd cut off the two buckles and smoothly removed the iron chain from the winch.

Hanging the chains on his body, Todd ran to both sides of the battle while shouting: "Cotton!"

"Splitting Mountain Giant" held a shield in both hands, and ran out of the gladiator, looking at Todd who was running closer and closer to him.

The latter estimated the distance, untied the iron chains on his body, and threw one end to Cotton.

"Splitting Mountain Giant" grabbed one end of the iron chain, roared, and started to run under his feet.

He and Todd, one clockwise and the other counterclockwise, ran around the center of Ulster’s tortoise shell formation, and the iron chain was tightly tied to the shield in circles, binding all the soldiers in the entire battle formation. Tied together.

One person has the power of power, and the other is born with brute force. The iron chain tightened instantly, and the entire tortoise shell formation was firmly tied up. The fortress built by the shield was suddenly reduced by the strength of the iron chain.

The soldiers in the formation had face-to-face, back-to-back, and it was extremely difficult to even raise their arms, let alone counterattack.

Todd pulled tightly on the chain in his hand and shouted at the gladiators not far away: "It's now!"

Facing such a group of lambs tied together and immobile to be slaughtered, the gladiators are like a group of tigers descending from the mountain, and they have carried out a unilateral and unsuspecting slaughter.

Ten minutes later ~lightnovelpub.net~ there are still fewer than ten people standing on the battlefield alive.

There were earth-shattering cheers and praise from the audience, and the sound was deafening, as if to open the entire arena.

Queen Maeve stood by the handrail, smiling and applauding for the survivors, but staring at only one of them, her mood could not be calm for a long time.

"Give them freedom! Give them freedom!"

At first it was just a very small sound, but later, the sound came out of everyone in the audience and gradually converged into an ocean. ()

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