Chapter 378 Breaking the Army

In the sound of the horseshoes, the sand on the ground began to sway slightly.

It sounds like the whole world is collapsing.

Under the light of the fire, the shadows of the cavalry on the sand dunes, countless pieces of slings hit the sand, causing the dull and roaring of the ear drums, so that Taylor could hardly hear even the recent voice.

They rushed to the small camp of the caravan.

Getting closer.

"No, no," said the owner of the caravan, Tom Ding, who seemed to be scared. He looked at the group of orcs who were in front of him and looked at the cracked tribes who were running away from the dead. They finally looked back and looked into the field of vision. Inside the mountains and the wild, the starry cavalry swept away, the six gods murmured: "We...we..."

Other merchants did not give up much more than he did, and some even cried in horror.

"Dean, we are caught in the middle!"

The fascinating Tellers was brought back to reality by the captain's words, looking at the distance in the name of his father, fierce, murderous cavalry front, suddenly pale.

Obviously, this is not the best moment to smile and then "comrades are good."

After all, he didn't have four legs.

"They are charging!"

Under the horseshoes and trenches of the sky, Louisa was eager to express her anger and screamed: "We can't live!"

The captives panicked.

"The desert is on..." A businessman squinted at the cavalry, who was getting closer and closer, and was too scared to speak.

"No, no," Tom Ding slammed down, squeezing out and crying. "We will die... We will die... and my goods..."

"Dead fat, you **** up and standing up and shutting up!" The bald mercenary picked up Tomtin from the ground and violently interrupted the impromptu speech of the caravan's masters.

The hoof is booming and the ground is shaking.

More and more cavalry's body shape is shining into the light of the fire, which is ambiguous.

Twenty orcs who were on the road ahead of them screamed wildly, swaying the blade of their hands, ready to die.

"Their goal is the orc..."

Dean’s expression has never been so dignified. His eyes stalked back and forth between the orcs and the star cavalry facing each other. His eyes were like iron: “As long as we can find cover, avoid their first wave of impact...”

The old hammer coughed: "And, don't forget the orcs who are escaping, the army of the stars will not let them go, we have to stay away from their pursuit route!"

McGee spit out a **** tooth and pointed to a remote sand dune on the left side of the camp: "There!"

"Very good!" Dean's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward, struggling to kick a box that blocked the way: "Everyone, come with me! Don't leave any weapons in your hand!"

The female mercenary captain clenched his teeth behind Dean: "Go!"

A group of prisoners squatted in the sand and used their hands and feet, fleeing without a choice.

Behind their sides, more than 20 orc interceptors are getting closer to the cavalry.

The captives finally hid under the sand dunes on the side of the battlefield. They threw themselves down and shielded themselves from the sight of the cavalry, and put their hearts down a little.

Tyres followed other people to sneak down the sand dunes, then rolled over and climbed up two steps, learning Dean's appearance and showing half of his head, nervous and not shockingly watching the rushing down from the sand dunes, occupying him big. Part of the field of view of the cavalry.

"At least one hundred rides," the other side, the condition of the old hammer does not seem to be very good. He paled against the fast rope and gasped. The eyes on the battlefield were still sharp: "There are still twenty whistle whistle inside." Light riding, this is not common."

One hundred cavalry?

It feels like a thousand horses.

Tyres squeezed his palms and silently.

In the distance, the squad of Kandar, with more than one hundred of them, fled in the opposite direction of the cavalry, farther and farther away from their broken companions.

"More than one hundred..." The quick rope asked questioningly. He looked at the group of ranaway orcs: "There are also one or two hundred people who are gray hybrids. By virtue of them, they have the power of ten. Why do you want to escape?"

The old hammer shook his head and did not speak.

"Take it so much," businessman Tomtin interrupted the fast rope that was about to ask questions. He patted his chest indefinitely: "The group of hybrids fled anyway... this is a good thing."

Just at this time.

"Cluj!"

The roar of the **** person from the other side of the battlefield, in the team that fled!

The captives turned their heads and looked to the right side, looking at the cracked stone tribe that rushed to the retreat.

When Tilston was looking at his eyes.

"Oh...hey..."

On the other side of the battlefield, the roaring hooves sounded in the shadow of the blaze, and there were countless shouts.

"My God, that is..." McGee's eyes were round and unbelievable.

A strange and swift figure appeared in front of everyone, the horseshoe under the seat broke through the darkness, and the armor of the body was cold.

cavalry.

The second cavalry.

They are like waiting for a long time, the deadly killer who emerged from the dark, rushing to the fugitives!

"Mixed!"

There was a cold cry in the new cavalry: "Do you like surprises?"

In the face of the enemies who came, the roar of the Kandar war emirates became more and more urgent, and the beasts who fled had to slow down and rebuild the formation.

The old hammer looked at the singer in a dignified manner.

These newly-emerged cavalry are galloping, but the hooves are bigger and heavier than the Klomm family's cavalry, and the equipment is more uniform, with a murderous murder.

"outflank!"

The old hammer frowned: "This is a trap."

"The cavalry family's cavalry is just a long rod of the rabbit, responsible for rushing the enemy into the pocket, and the cavalry around this side is the real trap," the star veteran sighed: "Single-wing crow... They must have tactics and formations in advance."

"Not the same." Dean suddenly made a noise.

In the face of other people's doubts, Dean pointed to the newly formed cavalry: "Look at the flag."

Taylor squinted in confusion, launched the **** of the senses, and saw the flying flags of the cavalry.

really.

That is not a single-winged crow.

It is a banner that Teres doesn't know: the pattern of the flag is far away, like a few bright stars, shrouded in a mist of dust.

"Stardust Battle Flag!"

The old hammer was surprised and said: "It is the Stardust Guard!"

Many people were surprised when this statement came out.

"The Stardust Guard in the Blades Camp?" Louisa asked with a frown.

Taylor looked at others inexplicably.

The old hammer nodded.

"Look carefully, their horses are not the same as the Kloma family. They are not the pony horses that are native to the West. They are taller, bigger, and heavier." The veterans carefully observed the new cavalry: "That is The mixed breed of Northland horse and plain horse has stronger impact and explosive power."

"This group of cavalry is a standing army that is stationed in the western front and is directly under the royal family."

"The Baron Guard of Baron Williams."

The royal family standing army?

Tyres shines.

That is to say, this group of people is trustworthy... right?

"Thank you for your disappointment, thank you for the sunset, thank you for your moon, thank you for the night, thank you to the kings of the stars of the kingdom..." Tomdin patted his heart, and he burst into tears: "I know, from my great ancestors, I served the sage" At the beginning, our family generations are loyal to the Star Kingdom, and fate will not let us die here..."

Everyone snorted and didn't answer.

But the old hammer was slightly frowning.

"Unbelievable, the Baron's Stardust Guard and the Kloma family recruited the army..."

"This is definitely a big action... After the desert war, this is the first time I saw these two groups of guys who are not pleasing to each other." The old hammer muttered.

Tyres frowned slightly.

"But that's the orc! Don't die the gray hybrid!"

The number of fast ropes counted, and asked in amazement: "I have counted, this new group of ... the Guardian of the Stars, the total number of people is also dozens of people, they rushed in, can really take advantage of it?"

During the talk, the Stardust Guard's cavalry is like a sharp knife, ruthlessly piercing the fleece's flanks!

They fought earlier than the colleague from the Klomm family.

The problem with the fast rope was immediately answered.

Taylors saw: The last dozen orcs of the orcs stood up and formed the first line of defense among the fugitives. They leaned over to avoid collisions, while holding up shields and weapons, and swelling strong muscles. Hey, be prepared to stop the horses that are rushing.

The foremost cavalry quickly came to them and greeted their sharp edge.

The prince held his breath.

He thought that he would see the cavalry and the orc hard, but he was wrong.

The next second, with the harshness of the harsh, dozens of tiny black shadows from the cavalry, quickly into the formation of the orcs!

"Whizzing!"

With the cursing and crying of the orcs, two of the dozen orcs were bent down in pain, and the team of the fugitives suddenly became confused!

"The cavalry!"

The old hammer exclaimed: "It really is the Stardust Guard. This kind of weapon only tears open the enemy when the cavalry elites..."

His words have not been finished, the Stardust Guard's cavalry will throw away the handcuffs, step on the stables, roaring with the knife and gun!

They are connected to the orcs, but they still have no hard hits in the imagination of Taylors.

The first orc waved a big axe with both hands and slammed into the first knight.

The axe broke through the air, but the knight calmly controlled the horse to turn, and quickly shot the long gun in his hand.

The axe light and the gun shadow are interlaced in the air.

"laugh!"

The horse passed the orc's side at an incredible speed and angle.

The knight went away and stopped looking back.

The big axe broke into the sand.

The orc turned back in disbelief, looking down at his chest: a broken gun head, piercing the chest from front to back, dyed red armor.

The seriously wounded orc screamed in anger and anger, and the power before the death came to the whole body.

The rage turned around and wanted to find the next target, but desperately found that the human knights turned like the bee colonies that had been instructed, like the tide of the reef, shunting from the sides of the opponent. Going on, it doesn't cost it, and it doesn't care about its weakness and sorrow.

"Oh...hey..."

The horse's hooves rolled past, and the orc's fingers could only pass weakly through the air.

The next moment, it knees on the knees and the body is permanently buried in the yellow sand.

It is not the only one.

Not far away, an orc faced the knight who was rushing to the knife, roaring and holding up the shield, and the waist and foot force!

"clang!"

Occupying the superior strength and shape of the orc, it is just a sway of the foot, and it has caught this weight!

But before it had time to counterattack, the second knight swept the other side of the orc.

The cold light flashed.

The saber in his hand gently stroked the neck of the orc who did not protect.

"唰-"

In the earth-shattering roar, the orc's neck blood spurted out and the shield landed.

"Idiot." The Cavaliers' disdain was mixed in the hoof, and it was only introduced into its ears.

Such scenes abound in the first round of cavalry:

Some orc warriors died from a sprint of a sprint; some orcs were cut by a few high-speed patrols and eventually bleed; and the skilled orcs were struggling and beautifully blocking several knights, but The next enemy, who always appears to be around, grabs the flaws and opens his head; some orcs madly wave their axes, and they are imposing, but only let the never-ending cavalry wisely avoid its edge; The orcs were covered in wounds after a round of impact, standing on the ground in a faltering way, looking at the companions everywhere to scream.

More and more orcs are wounded and bleed, and after the vain violent, they don't fall to the ground.

Wherever the horseshoes go, there is only one blood left.

The voice of the Kandahar emirates shook the sky, but it was impossible to let its subordinates avoid death.

The captives hiding in the side looked stunned.

"See it? This is the answer," the old hammer shook his head. "When the two feet are on the ground, we can't even beat one of their little thumbs."

"When you step on the stables, sit on the saddle, and strike with more than eight hundred pounds of mounts, everything changes. The field of view is widened, the weapons are getting longer, and the world is getting smaller."

"Even opponents that were once invincible will inevitably become weaker."

"Even if it is an orc."

The fast rope did not turn his eyes and seemed to have forgotten the answer.

"Essence, the Stardust Guard is a rare elite, don't forget this," McGee snorted: "They are one of the best..."

The old hammer shook his head and coughed heavily: "Don't forget... cough... They are not facing the smashing sand thief and the exiled person of Mingzhe's body, but the terrible forces in the big desert, under the throne of the dragon The elite warriors in the cracked stone tribes, they are also elite soldiers, collective action, discipline, and not lost to the Stars of the Legionnaires soldiers, as the death of the North Warriors.

McGee didn't talk too much, no longer talking.

Taylors listened carefully to their conversation.

In this way, the Stardust Guard, which was rushed by the horsepower, drove the first layer of defense that the orcs had hurriedly formed.

They also did not care whether the first round of the impact of survivors, straight into the team of the fugitive.

In the chaos, Kandal’s roar came again.

The second layer of defense was formed: more than a dozen orcs with contradictory cards snarled and stood together, covering each other and covering the flanks of their companions.

Seeing that the cavalry was close, the orcs were screaming and screaming. Under the command of a head full of scars, they lifted the shield to the enemy and raised the spear.

The shield is in the wall and the spear is in the forest.

Point to the incoming cavalry.

However, the Cavaliers who rushed to it just looked at each other's spears, frowned, and whistled.

In the next second, the cavalrymen leaned over their bodies and lifted their heads. The cavalry once again split their branches like water, and circumvented the enemy from both sides, giving up the fight with the formation.

The orc with scars screamed wildly, seemingly ignoring the escape and weakness of its opponents.

But the offense is not over.

The hooves sounded again. This attack did not come from the front: a group of cavalry bypassed the line of defense. They gathered and turned on both sides and re-rushed to the unprotected side of the orc formation, or even the rear.

"On the battlefield, when you have one more leg than the enemy," the old hammer under the sand dunes sighed and looked around the front edge, and the Stardust Guards on the flank of the enemy: "You have one more choice."

"Hula -"

The scarred orc roared and slammed the cavalry knives that came head-on, and the powerful force took the opponent down.

But then, a sword from the side smashed its head.

The sword is light and the blood is splashing.

The orcs who stood with it also ugly: either dead on the side of the raid, or chilled by a cold sword, and the orcs who turned around to deal with the pinch were sealed in the front of the undefensive front. The throat, even if there is a living orc, is often unable to fall to the ground in the next attack that the cavalry reorganizes.

The second layer of orc defense that was attacked by multiple faces collapsed immediately.

Taylor looked at this scene incredulously.

He still remembers the scene when the caravan was attacked: in the screams and fighting, the enemy came from all directions, the powerful force was almost unstoppable, the sharp blade of the torn tears open the companion's body, and everyone fell every moment. Under the blood, death and death follow.

At that time, he waved his shield and long sword, and he resisted panic and fear. He resisted the endless attacks of the orcs, but he could only fall to the ground in despair and pain.

But now, the orcs, the group of terrible tribal warriors who have left him with a lingering fear, are the ones who have been beaten to fight back.

Now, it is their turn to be frightened, confused, and panicked, to meet the ubiquitous blade, to experience the death of their companions and the power of the enemy in fear and anger.

After this round of impact, the Stardust Guard cavalry slanted through the team of the fugitives, and before more orcs walked around, the horses came out of the enemy.

They ran out of a distance, Lema looked back, turned the horses, regrouped, and rushed out of the high speed again, killing back.

Sprint, attack, disengage, turn back, sprint, and attack again. Only a hundred human cavalry repeat the process over and over again.

They are like sharp knives, piercing them again and again, retracting them, and then stabbing them out, bringing a new round of hurricane and rain, harvesting the lives of the orcs.

The captives saw that they even forgot to breathe.

Kandar’s snoring is more rapid and stern.

"On the board," Dean said with emotion: "Chariots and knights are often darlings."

Others turned their heads and looked at him.

Dean shook his head slowly: "Because they have the farthest steps in the same round."

"Look!"

McGee, who has been staring at the battlefield, has a low voice: "The Croma family!"

The captives turned their heads.

On the other side of the battlefield, more than twenty strong orcs who were left behind and died, finally met the Klomm family and the cavalry that had washed down from the sand dunes.

Unexpectedly, the Klomm family chose a completely different strategy than the light and sensitive of the previous Raven Whisker, the Stardust Guard's back and forth.

I don’t know when, the cavalry like the Raven Whisker has already circumvented the interceptor. The front row of the cavalry was replaced by a heavy armor, a heavily loaded knight, a shield and a vest with a sharp single-wing crow. Dust, rolling in.

The prestige is arrogant and powerful.

Welcome to more than twenty of the same muscle knots, armor in the body, at first glance is the orc warrior born for interception!

Louisa narrowed her eyes: "No... they are..."

Dean nodded and looked dignified: "The heavy cavalry shocked."

"Obviously, the single-winged crow doesn't want to waste time."

Tyres widened his eyes.

That's right.

Shock.

Hard hit hard, iron to iron, face to face, do not evade, no fancy impact!

With a drink order, the heavy cavalry in the first row laid down the long gun.

After the break, the orcs sneaked sideways, with their shoulders against the shield, and the knife was ready to fight back.

at last.

"boom!"

In the scary bang, the heavy cavalry's rifle collided with the orc's shield!

The broken sound of the long gun, the broken sound of the shield, the pain of the orcs, the curse of human beings, all of them are instantly tangled and chaotic.

Tyres’ face was shocked. He once again witnessed the tremendous power of the orcs. No one in the front line, a orc with a face full of shields, prominent bones, stepping on the sand in desperate roar, even Retired three steps, not only survived the impact of the heavy cavalry, but also the waist and abdomen force, the opposite of the heavy ride even with the horses turned to the ground!

It roared and roared, and an axe had a knight who had fallen.

This power...

The prince understood: There was a reason for Kandar to leave the team in an elite position.

But their performance ends here.

The next moment, the orc who overturned the opponent in the captive's surprised eyes just raised his head, and the second heavy cavalry crossed the horse on the ground, and the gun body hit it on its shoulder!

"boom!"

In the loud noise, the orc at the end of the strong sorrow could no longer stand it. It was a glimpse of the body and watched as the heavy cavalry roared away.

The third heavy cavalry rushed ruthlessly and slammed into its chest without any deviation.

In the terrible crash, the orc who had just broken the enemy was like a sandbag that was hammered by anyone, and the huge body flew backwards.

It fell to the ground, painfully coughed up two blood, unable to get up.

The orcs will soon not have to worry.

After a second.

"Booming -"

The fourth, fifth, and sixth... countless heavy cavalry marching forward without the iron hoof that no one can stop.

A horseshoe, mercilessly stepping over the orcs lying on the ground, in the chilling percussion, they broke their bones, muscles, internal organs...

Take the pride of the orcs in the past.

The dying orcs didn't even have a chance to stand up, so they drowned in the endless sea of ​​heavy rides.

It is one of the epitome of the more than twenty orc interceptors: the orc warriors who have just returned to death, the imposing, like the rainbow, under the impact of heavy riding, like the waves drowning in the sea, into the gravel in the desert.

There is no trace, no sound.

Just as the order of the Cloma family before the charge:

One does not stay.

(End of this chapter)