Two rounds of shooting by the crossbowmen caused the loss of nearly a hundred people to the enemy, which is really nothing to the strength of their thousands of troops, but Rainer was very satisfied.

　　Because he has seen that the front row of the Clades began to become sparse, not because of the crossbow shooting that made the opponent fewer people, but because they were afraid of death, some people began to cringe.

Reiner’s good is this effect, allowing long-range troops to consume the morale of the enemy. When they reach the front of their melee infantry in a panic, their fear will instantly become desperate under the attack of the sergeants, and they will be disintegrated. get away.

It doesn’t need to be many. As long as there are one or two hundred people who collapse because of such emotions, they will affect the entire queue of the other party and cause chaos in the team. What's more, fear is contagious. More people broke the string in their hearts and then collapsed together.

　　 "One hundred meters!"

　　 "The archer shoots!"

　　Rainer drew out the long sword from his waist, raised it up and gave a loud order: "Sergeant in front of you stand steady! The Golden Lion Guards go to the front row to kill scattered enemies!"

Although the sergeants are equipped with long swords, if the enemy is really lucky not to be killed by the long spear and rushes in front of them, it will be difficult for them to quickly draw out the long sword to fight back.

　　 The Golden Lion Guards were ordered to carry the huge battle axe in their hands and walked to the front of the sergeants and crouched down. Reiner shook his head when he saw this scene. It seems that special sword and shield infantry must be equipped...

　　Golden Lion Guards are obviously not suitable for this task. Their tall bodies will hinder the combat of the sergeants if they stand up, but it is difficult for them to exert their combat effectiveness if they do not stand up.

　　 If there are a group of melee infantry armed with large shields and long swords in the forefront, this situation will definitely improve a lot.

　　 Archers and crossbowmen kept firing. At least four to five hundred arrows and crossbows have been fired up to now. The clades were splashed with blood, and the casualties were extremely heavy.

　　 "Hurry up! The enemy is right in front of us! Charge up and kill them!" The tribe chiefs were also blushing at the casualties, screaming loudly.

The ordinary soldiers underneath are a little bit stagnant, and their comrades are by their side. They can even feel the warmth of the blood falling on their bodies when they are shot by the arrows and crossbows. .

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle! If anyone is afraid at this time, I will kill him! His family will die too!" A leader shouted loudly, and then he returned with an iron sword in his hand and approached him. The head of the clad who was yelling was chopped off.

　　 A head fell on the ground and rolled, and the body that lost his head was sprayed with blood crazily, and afterwards fell to the ground and stained a piece of white snow.

　　 Under the threat of death, the soldiers finally mustered up their courage, waving the wooden spears, bone rods, or stone hammers in their hands toward the sergeants' neat array like a steel jungle.

　　 "Block! Block me! Don't be afraid! Lord Earl's knight is about to charge!" The vassals lined up by Lena also started short-handedly with the Clades in front of them.

　　 In order to prevent too many enemy forces from encircling itself, the lords acted as flanks.

　　 Right now they are riding their horses and wielding long swords, hoarse and loudly inspire morale, and speak inspiring words, hoping to raise the morale of the soldiers.

　　 "Thorn!" Sir Leyland, draped in heavy armour, stood on foot behind the Morland sergeants, brandishing a long sword and shouting loudly.

　　He is very handy in commanding the sergeants, because this is his own country's arms, and he can exert a powerful combat effectiveness under his command.

　　 When the first row of sergeants heard the order, they immediately sent out the city wall. Then, the second row of sergeants also stabbed their spears, followed by the third and fourth rows.

　　 In just a short moment, when the two sides had just touched, the Clades suffered heavy losses. With the help of their running power, the sergeants easily sent the wall in their hands into the opponent's body.

　　 Blood and wailing became the tone of the battlefield at this moment. The original snow-white ground instantly turned red. The sergeants' walls easily pierced the enemy's body, and then pulled out to kill the next enemy.

　　The first row is followed by the second row. The city wall in the hands of the sergeants will never stop piercing forward, and the clad people will always face endless sharp spear points.

"Stay steady! Hold me steady! Just like you did during training! Give me the power of the Morland army!" Sir Leyland hurried to the two wings after roughly giving orders to the sergeants. The armed soldiers on the other side cheered them loudly.

　　 Klim is very honoured to be the leader of the queue because of his hard training and very good results. He is holding a four-meter long stab.

Although his hands trembled due to the rapid secretion of the adrenal glands, this did not affect his courage to kill the enemy. After several actual battles with real swords and guns, he has long ceased to be afraid of the battlefield. Now only Leiland is left in his mind. The jazz and the captain shouted to themselves during training.

　　 "Stab! Shut down! Stab again!"

At this time, Klim was almost completely mechanically stabbing and closing his gun. The crazy enemies in front of him with loud hysterical eyes looked like scarecrows on the training ground in his eyes. His mission was to pierce the spear into the opponent's body. That's it.

At this time, the soldiers under the vassals were also in a square formation, armed with long swords or spears, and were engaged in cruel hand-to-hand combat with the Clads. Because of their physical fitness, they were ahead of the opponent. Their armor is also stronger than the Kra's, and with the formation of the formation, their battles are equally smooth.

　　 The clad people waved the physics in their hands and desperately wanted to rush to kill the Morand army, but the sergeants’ spears were like a steel line of defense, and they couldn’t break through anyway.

　　 "Haha! Let me die!" A small clad, with the advantage of being short and flexible, was lucky not to be killed by the sergeant's wall, and entered the blind spot of the long spear.

　　 He thought he had succeeded, and looked at the sergeant in front of him with a grin. The sergeant also spotted him, but he didn't make any movements or was quiet. He still performed his duties without changing his face and holding a spear.

　　 The Klad was furious, and when he raised the stone hammer in his hand, he slammed a sergeant on the head.

　　 With a "bang", the stone hammer hit the sergeant's helmet, staggering him, and a dent appeared on the helmet.

　　 However, even though the stone hammer hit his head fiercely, his figure remained stable, and after shaking his head, he resumed his standing posture.

The clad cursed and wanted to make another hammer, but then he discovered that his body had left the ground and flew into the air, and then a heart-piercing pain came from his chest, and his eyes were dark. When it falls on the ground, there is no more interest.

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