The Dunkiers had completely lost control under the sudden blow of the Fifth Banner Regiment of the Southern Army. A large number of people rushed out of the fortress and ran into the dense arrow rain. The bowstring of the Falcon Infantry Crossbow continued to Hundred meters away, there was a trembling vibration. Arrow clusters were like storms and locusts. They were dense enough for everyone to divide two or three.

"Ahhh"

The curved fan surface outside the fortress exit is completely a tragic slaughterhouse. The Dunkiers struggled to run forward and were turned over by the entire row of shè. The countless soldiers were like wheat straw swept by a giant sickle. Covered by arrow rain like a rainstorm, the whole piece fell down..

Arrows reap life with unimaginable impact density, cross, round, and the speed of the Southern Army's skilled crossbowmen. After the improvement of using the pulley to pull the bowstring, it has increased to 12 rounds per minute, which is an average of five seconds. shè, as

If it is on the open ground, the crossbow hands may need to count the time of aiming, so it will take about 7 to 10 seconds, but on the already arranged strike plane, the crossbow hands hardly take much time. , You can accurately crossbow arrows to enemies completely messed up on the intersection

"Load, shatter!"

The voice of the captain in the hands of shè seemed so cold at this moment. The mechanically neat movements of the crossbowmen allowed the bodies of Dunkier soldiers to spread from the fortress to the curved fan surface 50 meters in front. Some Dunkier soldiers who found that they had no hope of retreating, even after despair, looked at their compatriots who were still pouring out with their weapons.

"Go back, I don't want to die!"

"There is an ambush, everyone will go back to the castle!"

In the chaos, these outermost shouts are so pale and weak, they have not completely shouted, the dense clusters of arrows struck from both wings enter their bodies from behind, and powerful crossbow arrows penetrate them Body. Blood splattered, minced meat flying across, like a torn piece of cloth, making a puffy voice, some people wanted to lie in a pile of corpses to disguise injuries, but the people behind ran slammingly from the narrow exit of the fortress Come out and trample him into a pulp,

The gray sky, even the sun could not bear to hide, this tragic killing. It lasted for more than half an hour, and the Dunkers offensive in the fortress began to stop. No one dared to run out.

"You idiots, see you now!"

Just now I tried to stop the unsuccessful Beni Saf. At the moment, in the secret of yīn less than 2 meters from the fortress exit, I struck **** the solid rock, blood flowed down from his fist, a large number of soldiers stopped by him, his face pale Was completely stunned by the sight.

None of the previously ran out survived, blood gurgling into the dry winter soil, the entire moat outside the fortress was dyed red, and the body floated on it. As the river slapped on the bank, the wounded soldiers were pressed into the heap of corpses and screamed for help. No one had time to ignore it. A lot of human blood left the ground muddy. The scene is tragic and tragic

"If you still trust me, just give me all back!" Beni Saaf stretched out his hands and turned back from the city gate in **** red.

The tall and burly body almost blocked the light coming in from the entrance. His eyes swept. Thinking of the scene just now, the soldiers were ashamed to face one by one, and everyone began to step back into the fortress.

"Each team counted the number! The guards, who took some people to the gravel to find the wounded, gathered here under the city wall. We may need to prepare..." Benisav came last from the city crossing,

He ordered people to block the exit with gravel, and then began to reorganize the queue. He knew that the battle was not over. This was just a gap between the opponents. The real battle had just begun. After a while, the city The Falcons outside found that no one came out again, and they will definitely use a strong attack. At that time, it must be a battle of life and death.

"Head of the army, our army has a total number of 5,231, including 2312 wounded soldiers." The figures reported by the guards made him just improve his face, and suddenly he looked like who would drip

"It's really suffocating!" God Benisav raised his head in pain, looking at the sky with black smoke above his head, what kind of opponent is this! Up to now, except for the fierce and accurate arrow rain, and the initial incendiary incendiary fire attack, he didn't even know what his opponent looked like, he was so suffocated, the opponent's long-range strike ability was simply In absolute control,

In less than half a day, the mighty Dunkier army suffered the marshal's death, and the 20,000-strong army suffered more than three-quarters of the dilemma. Now there are less than 3,000 soldiers who can take up weapons, and most of them are all With injuries,

And the more than 2,000 soldiers who were injured in the collapse made Benisav feel at a loss. These wounded soldiers were pulled from the gravel pile, either with broken hands or broken feet, lying there crying in pain Shoutingly,

Because of the lack of therapeutic drugs and wrapped wound gauze, the wounds of these soldiers were exposed naked with broken flesh and blood, and they were covered with dirty dust. They looked like a **** mud, shocking, and the cry of pain in their mouths. , And the maddening depression in front of him, making other soldiers start to appear uneasy

"Are we all going to die here?"

Soldiers who were able to fight were discharged alone. Although no one asked this, the gods in the eyes of every soldier were like this. It was a kind of desperate god. Their hands holding arms were all low down. Like a walking dead

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Beni Saf's eyes, morale was low, and the army had no fighting spirit. In this battle, how should I persevere!

"Leader of the Legion!" A guard in charge of cleaning suddenly ran nervously and whispered into Benisaf's ear gaspingly, "I... we have found Marshal Ushuaia"

"What!" Benisav's eyes swollen, thinking that he had auditory hallucinations, until the guard again said affirmatively, "We found Marshal Ushuaia, because the Marshal was very lucky to fall into a collapsed city wall in chaos. It was temporarily stuck in the cracks, and when we found him, we just suffered some minor minor injuries."

"What are you waiting for, hurry, take me...!" Beni Saff took the guard by the hand,

"No, I can still go on my own!" His voice was still falling, covered in dust, and the embarrassed Marshal Ushuaia, with the help of several guards, limping slowly away from a distance Come, although it is a little bit worse, but compared to those wounded soldiers with broken hands and feet, this old marshal's situation is quite good. He came out and rubbed off a layer of skin on his knees. The sturdy general armor, there is almost no injury

"How many of us?" The Marquis of Ushuaia glanced at the situation, his face suddenly pulled down, and his voice was faintly asked, but the overall jīng **** looked good, and he looked sharply at the salute Benissa husband

"5231 people!" Benisav raised his head, and the **** responded solemnly.

"I mean someone who can take part in the battle!" The Marquis of Ushuaia glared at Beni Saaf with deep eyes. They were all soldiers. Is this little trick interesting?

"Less than 3,000!" Benisav's face was ugly, and he was only able to report it,

"3,000 people..." The Marquis of Marquis Ushuaia's lips quivered to himself. The figure made him close his eyes in pain, two lines of tears rolled down, 20,000 troops, this is the most of the Principality Need, it is also the most outstanding soldier. The 20,000 soldiers attacked this time are all genuine jīng sharp selected from 80,000 squadrons, more than half of them are veterans, but now, there are only so few people left. ,

In this battle, the principality of the Principality has devoted all its efforts over the past few years. To make a difference, it will take at least 5 years later, 5 years, for the determination to want to ride the Normans and lose power in this region. For the Grand Duke who won the final victory in the official campaign, I am afraid that waiting for a moment will feel very long. It is another 5 years. Who knows what will happen then!

"has it ended?"

Outside the city, Cleveland, the head of the Fifth Banner of the Southern Army, glanced coldly at the killing field that had calmed down in front of him, and frowned slightly.

No, although the other party suffered a heavy blow in the collapse, but according to the Dunkers' 20,000 troops, at least it should have more than 10,000 combat powers, but just half an hour ago, the Dunkers were ambushing Only 4,000 bodies were left in the circle,

There is no visible standing target on the attack surface now, proving that the enemy has given up the possibility of continuing the impact

"It seems that the other party is not all a fool! Or, have you been aware of it!" Cleveland's eyes flashed ~lightnovelpub.net~ some depressed turned around and ordered, "Come here, send a messenger according to convention, Tell them, surrender or die! Make a choice like a soldier"

He roughly estimated that under his own series of blows, there are still fewer than 5,000 people in the castle that can still fight the Dunker Army.

Although it was a lucky escape, but the 5,000 people left at this moment must be tired, hesitant, frightened, and full of wounded soldiers,

However, in this case, the last part of the troops can be retained, and the ability of the opposing commander must be very good,

In the predicament, the more unthinkable and fierce resistance may break out, just rushing in like this, there will be some unavoidable casualties,

And this time the Legion Department has issued an order. If possible, the main goal is to capture the senior general of the other party.

In this way, in the shortest time, to obtain internal intelligence of neighboring countries,

Now, it is time to make a choice and give the enemy the choice of surrender or total annihilation! It has always been the tradition of the Falcon Army. (To be continued.)