"what is this?"

"Gosh!"

A series of explosions halted the coalition forces entering the charging state. The sound of the explosion, the flash of fire and the subsequent screams of the soldiers would shake the soldiers' military heart, if it were not for the officers. They might even retreat without authorization.

"Offensive! This is just the evil witchcraft of the enemy! Don't be afraid, the believers of Magic Deer will win!"

In the chaos, an officer shouted loudly. He wanted to take the lead in killing the enemy, but just as he rushed forward a few steps, he stood up from the Richard’s army’s shield, dressed in good armor and holding a long pipe. The soldier with the weapon, the soldier was expressionless, his eyes looked at the officer with disdain.

boom!

After the gunshot, a small hole appeared in the officer's chest, and the blood slowly overflowed. He lowered his head and looked at the muzzle that took his own life with an unbelievable expression. The blood spurted from his mouth and then fell to the ground.

"Hand artillery ready!"

It was another German that the soldiers of the tandem army hadn’t heard before. Then, all the hand artillery leaned out from behind the shield wall, placed the hand cannon on the shield, aimed at the enemy in front of them, and released flames that did not belong to this era. !

Bang bang bang ——

The smoke of gunpowder immediately enveloped the front of Richard's army. In the white choking smoke, the Allied soldiers were frightened by gunfire and flames. They screamed and retreated. The soldiers behind wanted to continue to charge forward. However, the comrades in front took them to retreat together.

The retreating soldiers will eventually be driven back to the battlefield to atone for their actions of abandoning honor. On the two wings of Richard's army, the coalition forces were also attacked by the enemy's new weapons. They were quickly inspired by the officers to continue to charge and fight the enemy in close combat.

Compared with the strength of the Chinese army, the two wings of Richard's army are relatively thin, but they can still fight against the coalition infantry. The situation changed quickly. Perhaps Zhu Tianan saw some clues. The combative bloodhand mercenary regiment stormed the left flank and fought fiercely with the Danish army on the left flank.

"Stay steady!"

Feeling the strong pressure from the shield in front of him, the Nordic swordsman Centurion in the left wing shouted loudly. Under the impact of the enemy, the small round shield in his hand was overwhelmed, making a bad sound, and suddenly joined The powerful enemies on the battlefield caught them off guard. Many soldiers were knocked down and overturned. When they were struggling to get up, they were split into their chests by the tomahawk that fell from the sky.

boom! With a heavy blow, the buckler in the hands of the Nordic swordsman Centurion shattered. He quickly withdrew a step back. In front of him was an enemy with a terrifying battle axe in chain mail. He bet this The guy looks more fierce than the Nordic Axeman!

"Go to hell!" The man roared, raised his battle axe high, and then slashed down at the Centurion. Looking at this scene for a long time, he couldn't help swallowing, and then holding a sharp sword in both hands, he cut at the enemy's exposed muscular arm. The latter had no time to withdraw his arm and was slashed directly into the flesh and blood by the sharp sword, but couldn't. Continue to ascend, the intense pain made the enemy roar loudly, the deafening sound almost pierced the Centurion's eardrum.

"You have to pay the price!" the mercenary shouted angrily, and the shield he held in his other hand slammed into the centurion. The latter couldn't dodge, and was dizzy directly hit by the shield, and the bridge of his nose broke. The blood almost stained his face. The Centurion painfully covered his face and took a few steps back. Taking advantage of this moment, the mercenary backhand drew a sharp sword deep into his arm, roared into the Centurion’s chest, and then Kick it flying with one kick.

The people around watched the mercenary's battle in horror. They dared not step forward to fight with them. They could resist the hacking of the sharp sword and even bludgeon the sword out to kill the enemy. How could they survive?

Whoosh--

Just as the heart of fear spread among the surrounding soldiers, an arrow cut through the sky and hit the mercenary’s eye socket. The arrow went deep into the eye socket. The iron arrow even pierced through the back of the head. The horrible expression of the mercenary. Solidified and fell down suddenly. Following the direction where the arrow flew, it was Richard's loyal lieutenant, Condra.

Putting down the longbow, Kondra was expressionless and shouted loudly: "Maintain the formation, victory belongs to us!"

"Victory belongs to us!"

As soon as his voice fell, the soldiers shouted in response to him, and then plunged into the **** battle with the enemy again.

puff! The sharp spear pierced the mercenary’s soft belly and penetrated his body. The spear tip, stained with blood and streaked flesh, pierced out of the back, and the spear militiaman was preparing to kill the mercenary. When he drew the spear, he struck another tomahawk from the side. He couldn't dodge, and his right shoulder was cut off. He screamed and covered the wound and fell to the ground. He looked desperately at the attacker. He was desperate. In his gaze, the battle axe slashed again and directly chopped off his head.

"kill!"

The two wings of Richard's army, tragic scenes can be seen everywhere. Thousands of Richard's army and coalition soldiers fought hand in hand on a long and narrow front ~lightnovelpub.net~Both sides have strong shields, sharp weapons and sophisticated armors, and The determination and spirit of unrelenting battle. Richard's soldiers pierced a sharp sword into the body of the Allied soldiers, and the Allied soldiers used their remaining strength to chop the tomahawk on the shoulders of the Richard's soldiers. The Richard soldier hit the body of the Allied soldier with a shield, and the latter also launched a counterattack, struggling to hit the Richard soldier in the face.

On the right flank, Danish lieutenant Toola Gris stood on the front line with the soldiers in a **** fight. Holding a long sword and shield, he had killed no less than ten enemies. In front of him, the fallen corpse shed blood. It almost merged into a river, and his body was stained red with blood. From a distance, he looked like a death soldier walking out of hell.

"Kill! For Richard! For the Empire!"

Toola Gris yelled loudly. The next second he bent over to avoid the enemy's hacking and swept with his arm. The long sword in his hand pierced the enemy's chain mail but was bounced by the armor. He was slightly taken aback. , Reacted quickly, kicked the enemy's crotch fiercely, and the latter screamed, dropped his weapon and shield to cover his lower body and fell to the ground. The pain in his heart made his face pale and he could barely stand up. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Toola Gris went around behind him, drew a sharp short knife from his waist, brutally cut through the enemy's throat, blood spurted out, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. , Lost its vitality.

Blood is the main color of this battlefield. With the passage of time, the artillery on the wall no longer makes a terrifying roar. The hand artillery equipped with the earliest firearms also put down their hand cannons and drew their swords to join the battle... …Looking ahead, it’s all killings, and only killings. The constant killings turn everyone into a bloodthirsty devil, sending all the living creatures in front of them to hell...