Chapter 116

Sean never thought of eating all the army.

After Arnold found the rest place of the army, Sean immediately came to visit it. As he expected, the other party was indeed a member of the white wing mercenary regiment. However, after seeing these people, Sean was convinced that the white wing mercenary regiment was not the only army behind him. The reason was very simple. The mobilization of 3000 people was not a small-scale and small number of words. It was an army at least hundreds of meters long. However, the sudden mobilization of the white wing mercenary regiment, how could the red gedek, as a sworn enemy, be unprepared? And if it is found that the opponent's military mobilization is not aimed at them, how can red Goethe not be curious?

Maybe they are lurking somewhere now, ready to reap the benefits of fishermen. Sean doesn't think that the red goldaker will stick to the concept of "the enemy of the enemy is a friend" to send assistance to himself. The so-called assistance and alliance are actually the same as hatred. There will be such emotions only when they are close to each other. When their strength is not at the same level, these emotions will naturally become a very ridiculous thing.

Do humans care how bedbugs feel when they are trampled under their shoes?

So, Sean knows very well that red Goethe and he will not become allies, at least not for now. As for the Red Cross knights, who may also be hidden and ready to show their minions at any time, Sean will not have an alliance with them - this is the army of the kingdom of dabion. On this point alone, Sean can't cooperate with him.

So for the night attack plan of the white wing mercenary regiment, all Sean wanted was to make the army completely lose the ability to pursue himself. In his impression, the level of the white wing mercenary Corps is a three-level army, which has been regarded as the level of the regular army in any country on the miracle continent. Although he can't see the actual situation of the peripheral reserve army of the white wing mercenary corps at the moment, Sean is still willing to believe that the combat effectiveness of this army is more ferocious than his own side.

Therefore, the whole plan is aimed at causing as many casualties to the enemy as possible.

Annihilation?

If possible, Sean didn't mind, but he didn't think he had the chance. After all, there is still a big gap between the strength of the two armies. Even if the equipment of the northern barbarians is better than the other, the lack of training is still a hard injury, which can not be easily made up for, but Sean's mentality is very good, because his army is still very strong——

young.

Glancing at the situation in the battlefield, the whole frontal battlefield has been completely ploughed by arrows and rain. There are at least nearly a thousand wounded on the other side. The painful cry on the battlefield is enough to completely lose the morale of this army. Seeing this, Sean nodded with satisfaction and said, "get out! It should be almost time. Let's go around the back to support Fred and their retreat. "

The northern barbarians silently put away their arrows, shook their slightly sour hands, and shot tens of thousands of arrows in such a short time. Even if the northern barbarians' endurance is no matter how good, they will still feel numb. After all, they have not undergone too formal training. In fact, if these northern barbarians didn't know how to shoot, Sean actually wanted an accurate shot. In this way, he could definitely kill hundreds of people in the first wave of confrontation.

The accurate volley of 2000 archers is a very terrible thing.

Unfortunately, these northern barbarians do not have such conditions, and most of them are women and teenagers. However, Sean is also very satisfied with such results. Creating more casualties for the other party and making the morale of the other party drop faster are the real purpose of the battle at present, and as long as these purposes are achieved, Sean doesn't care about the final harvest.

The arrow rain has stopped.

But the wailing of the white wing mercenaries did not stop. The flames and flames in the rear were more like ferocious demons laughing at them, which reduced their morale to the freezing point. It could be said that on the sad grass, the dense arrows were everywhere. Although most of them were inserted in the grass, many soldiers were shot at several to ten arrows, Some of them are dead, some are dying, but more are crying.

These soldiers have been frightened. They simply can't afford to continue fighting. Even vaguely, many people secretly ran away under the cover of night. With the first, naturally there will be the second and the third. Soon, less than half of the deserters have left the battlefield and disappeared into the vast night. Most of the remaining ones have been injured, and a small number of them still have courage. Now they stand up and rush towards William.

This is the second battlefield that broke out tonight, and now this battlefield has completely entered the white hot level, even more intense than the arrow rain coverage ahead.

When the northern barbarians, as he expected, because the front was elongated, in fact, there was only a small one-sided battle, and this one-sided impact could not break the shield soldiers' defense line. Although the front row was indeed killed several times during the charge, this loss was nothing at all, On the contrary, it completely stimulated the shield soldiers' death fighting psychology and resisted the attack of the northern barbarians.

After losing the most momentum, the effect of the northern barbarians in the rear is naturally extremely limited. After all, they are all their own people in front of them, so they should certainly maintain a certain strength in the process of charging, and blind swarm attacks will also infinitely shorten the depth of the battlefield. For those who attack with long guns, it is actually very unfavorable, but it will bring greater benefits to their opponents.

Therefore, after the initial collision, the northern barbarians finally fell more than ten people, which undoubtedly became a booster and greatly calmed the morale of the white wing mercenary regiment. When this kind of close fight came into being, William's killer mace was finally displayed - the long spearmen square on the right fought hard to break away the attack of the northern barbarians and drove them back a large part. Then the long spearmen at the back of the square suddenly turned and rushed to the northern barbarians from the side.

The combination of flame, shield and Spearman formed a "concave" pocket. The northern barbarians trapped in the pocket were like a "convex" corner and encountered a fierce counterattack from the Spearman. Just at the moment of a round of confrontation, the northern barbarians fell down, there were hundreds of people, and the whole front seemed to be cut off in an instant. In the face of this attack from both sides for the first time, the northern barbarians began to show an instinctive counterattack like a beast, and the previous similar battle seemed to no longer exist.

This is what the northern barbarians should have!

Looking at the development of the situation, William finally clenched his fists.

In his impression, the northern barbarians are not suitable to be soldiers at all. They don't understand many military orders and other things at all. When fighting, they rely more on physical instinct. William had not seen the northern barbarians, nor had he seen the army fighting with the northern barbarians, but that situation was not like fighting at all in his eyes, it was like hunting.

The army is a hunting hunter, and the northern barbarians can only be regarded as prey.

In front of this scene, William finally found some feeling. The sense of familiarity revived from the inside of his body gave him a floating feeling, as if he had strength all over his body. His blood began to boil and his heart became more and more excited. However, as his heart became more excited, the smile on his face became stronger, which made his originally soft facial features more gentle, Suddenly there was a unique unspeakable temperament all over the body.

At this moment, William looks more like a woman than a man.

"After all, it's just..."

William, like others on the miracle continent, never thought that the northern barbarians were suitable to be soldiers. But before he finished his mocking words, the situation on the field changed dramatically. Vaguely, he only heard someone shout "wait for dinner"!

Therefore, the northern barbarians, who had begun to rely on instinct struggle and conditioned reflex like trapped beasts, suddenly seemed to be under some remote control. They suddenly squatted down, erected their half body shield on the ground and gathered around to form a solid iron wall defense array. In this defensive array, it is very difficult for the soldiers of the white wing mercenaries to attack, and a rash attack just now was pierced by more than ten people with long guns from the iron wall array.

The scene, for a time, unexpectedly fell into a stalemate again. The progress of the war did not eat this prominent northern barbarian team at the speed of thunder as William expected. He knew very well that the most important part of his temporary battle plan was to completely eat the northern barbarians in his pocket and fundamentally weaken the effective power of the other party. William believed that with his command ability, as long as the soldiers of the white wing mercenary regiment didn't collapse, he could definitely reverse the war situation.

But now, the most crucial step in his plan was so stubbornly resisted, which was really out of William's expectation.

However, soon, the long gunmen forced on were finally defeated because they didn't have a better defense ability.

It was the black armored soldier William had seen before who led the northern barbarians to launch a strong attack and completely drove back the long spearmen. The halberd in his hand was invincible. All weapons and armor were only cut by a halberd in front of him, and behind him were ten veterans wearing light armor and holding long swords. The blade tips formed by these people directly cut into the long Spearman array, just like a warm dinner knife stabbing a piece of butter, And this butter is still melting at a very fast rate.

It can be said that in an instant, the phalanx of the spearmen was completely cut through. At the moment when the long Spearman array was chiseled through, William heard the roar that he would never forget: "brothers! Dinner! "

With a crash, the iron wall array on the left was opened in an instant. These northern barbarians who had been beaten a little embarrassed before once again sounded like stimulants, roared, and then launched a fierce charge against the soldiers of the white wing mercenary regiment.

It's like people who have been hungry for more than ten days suddenly see delicious food on the table

William could not bear to look straight at it: did he lose to such an army?

Then, William saw an unforgettable scene in his life: the man wearing black armor and holding a red halberd ran towards him like a demon God, and his awe inspiring momentum was not weaker than himself. But William knew very well that he was not a soldier after all. He had no fighting ability, so he could only watch Alfred's Halberd fall towards him.

With a slight sigh, William, who knew he was unable to return to heaven, finally closed his eyes（ To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)