Chapter 182

In the dark, the arrow rain poured down.

However, the actual damage caused is almost negligible. Except that several really unlucky guys were directly nailed to death, less than 100 people were slightly injured.

In night raids, arrow rain attacks are rarely used.

Because when there is not enough light, the shooting accuracy naturally has no reference, and basically can only rely on the archer's own judgment and experience.

This shooting technique is called blind shooting.

In this world, there are only four kinds of archers who can shoot blindly, two on the ground and two underground. But in fact, these four races are not really blind shooting, but because they can see things like day even in a dark environment, so the light has no effect on them at all.

However, this Archer force that launched arrow rain attack can not be one of the two ground races that can shoot blindly. Otherwise, just how many arrows this wave of arrow rain shot can basically take away many lives - Alfred's seven wars were not without night attacks, but also a real one with heavy casualties. Therefore, it is not unreasonable not to make a fire at night.

After the arrow rain, the vibration of the ground was louder. In the moonlight, at one end of the horizon, we could see a cavalry unit charging towards Alfred's "camp".

A "enemy attack" sounded, and the voice was full of sadness and indignation over the vicissitudes of life.

Then, a hundred "enemy attacks" sounded together, with a murderous intention.

Alfred picked up the flame lion tusk. The weapon was still only a semi-finished product, but it was sharp enough to surpass everything. Moreover, the halberd has not curled for so long. Not only the gun head is as sharp as before, but even the axe blade is as smooth as ever. Even if the heavy armor was in front of the halberd, Alfred could still split it in half with an axe or pierce it directly with a gun.

Together with the halberd, the whole army seemed to find the backbone. All the archers retreated together and surrounded the unarmed northern barbarians, old and young. The arrows had been pulled out and inserted one by one on the ground. In this way, it would be more convenient for them to pull out their arrows and shoot. A larger number of northern barbarians surrounded the archers with shields and guns, stood upright with their center of gravity sinking, firmly against the half body shield in their hands, and their long guns were also mounted on the shield.

With little need for Alfred to speak, several veterans had helped to assemble the whole army and put it in a simple formation.

After seven consecutive wars, the vast majority of people know that this army has been drastically reduced from more than 9000 to more than 6000, nearly 3000 less. But how many people know that northern barbarians, men, women, old and young, can become soldiers? The military strength of more than 4000 northern barbarians has not been reduced. If a northern barbarian falls, his father, mother, son and brother will take over his weapons and replace him as an iron winged soldier.

On the contrary, there were more than 1000 soldiers of the white wing mercenary regiment, but now there are less than 1000 left.

The second wave of arrow rain poured down.

Similarly, there was no need for Alfred to give orders.

All the northern barbarians standing in the second and third rows quickly dispersed around their companions, and then raised their half body shield to block the dense second wave of arrow rain for their companions behind and around them. This wave of arrow rain hardly caused any substantive damage - the iron wing force, which Sean originally built, was intended to form an iron square to resist attacks from all directions and from the sky.

On this point, Sean did not hide it from Alfred and William, but because their respective command ideas were different, the iron wing had some small changes under the command of these two people.

Alfred carried out Sean's plan perfectly - so when the people in need of protection in the rear shrank down, the half body shield with high steel wings could just form a solid steel mirror to perfectly block the arrow rain attack from the enemy.

Almost as soon as this wave of arrow rain was stopped, all the soldiers with steel wings immediately put down their half body shields and re arranged into a square array. One by one, they put their half body shields against the backs of their comrades in front of them to cope with the coming cavalry impact.

Almost steel winged troops had just reorganized their ranks, and all archers began to take arrows and draw bows at the command of the veterans. At the sound of a command, nearly a thousand archers suddenly loosened their strings, and the arrows were thrown out like locusts.

After a round of arrow rain, about a dozen riders were shot and fell off their horses. In the charge of the cavalry, it is impossible for the unfortunate fallen horse to survive. After the horses gallop past, the fallen horse has become a pool of meat sauce.

After the first wave of arrow rain was shot, several veterans visually measured the distance, and then shouted again. All the archers began to adjust the distance slightly, and then pulled up the arrows inserted on the ground again, followed by the second round of arrows shot like locusts again.

This time, when the dense arrows rained, they shot down dozens of cavalry in front of them. Although I was slightly aware of the terrible reaction of these archers, I had charged, and there was naturally no way back, so all the cavalry began to stick close to the horse's back and possibly reduce their volume, hoping not to be so unlucky to be shot by the third wave of arrow rain.

But this time, the archer's shooting is no longer throwing, but hanging!

Hundreds of arrows shot into the night sky and then landed at a faster speed, really like a rainstorm. The cavalry close to the horse's back completely exposed their backs to the arrow rain, and were shot through their leather armor by countless falling arrow rain. Although the cavalry who fell off the horse was less than the second wave of arrow rain, this kind of damage was much more cruel than the second wave of arrow rain.

After three waves of arrow rain, thousands of cavalry left less than 800 people in an instant, of which more than 100 were injured before they fought.

At this time, the cavalry finally rushed to the front of the steel wings, but the front group of cavalry had been injured, and the momentum of the cavalry troops had been greatly reduced. On the other hand, on the northern barbarians' side, all of them have a strong color on their faces. Their body shape and distance are reduced to be smaller, almost one by one. The northern barbarians in the front row hold the half body shield in their hands, while those in the second row also hold the half body shield, and use the shield against the back of the northern barbarians in the first row, The third row is against the back of the second row, and three rows in succession quickly form a tight square array.

Archers, at this time, they have begun to shoot freely.

No one paid any attention to the arrows fired by the enemy archers, and the casualties began to increase gradually in the battle between the two forces.

A few seconds later, the cavalry finally beat the northern barbarians on the reef like a black wave.

But under the huge waves, what splashed out was not white spray, but red blood!

The intensive cavalry charge only broke through the northern barbarian defense line in the first row, and even the second row did not completely break down. The whole cavalry charge was completely frozen. The cavalry troops who lost their momentum could not completely pierce the weak defense line composed of northern barbarians. Instead, they were stabbed out with their long guns by northern barbarians who were already familiar with fighting with Cavalry - not the cavalry who stabbed the horse, but the cavalry who stabbed the horse.

Heavy riding cuts horses, light riding kills people.

The refined iron spear ran through the cavalry's Leather Armor without hindrance, and the spear tip was full of red blood.

At the same time, the northern barbarians on both sides of the assault port immediately closed their bodies from both sides. They held up half their shields to cover most of their bodies. They did not look at the enemy's situation, but stabbed their long guns at the enemy on the horse. Almost every shot can penetrate the body of a cavalry, but it is difficult for the cavalry to hit these northern barbarians with their sabers.

At this time, Alfred had already carried the fangs of the flaming lion in his hand and rushed into the enemy's array with a leap. There were enemies in all directions. Alfred didn't need to pay attention to any situation at all. He just kept chopping or stabbing. As long as he handed out the halberd in his hand, he would bring a life every time.

In the enemy line, Alfred walked like a stroll, ignoring what would be in front of him. He only knew that as long as he pierced the army, it would be the time for the army to collapse and flee. Soon, the northern barbarians began to follow Alfred's footsteps. The cavalry troops that should have pierced the formation of the northern barbarians like a sharp blade and then slaughtered them at will were completely cut and dispersed by these northern barbarians, forming small parts and being eaten away one by one.

Alfred felt that the pressure around him was suddenly light, and the last three cavalry intercepted in front of him had been completely killed by him. There was an endless plain ahead, and he had completely pierced the cavalry. Following Alfred, there were dozens of northern barbarians. Almost everyone was covered in blood. It was unclear whether it was the enemy's blood or his own blood.

Finally, the cavalry seemed unable to bear the fighting and collapsed first.

They pulled the reins in horror and began to choose to run away. Some cavalry didn't even want their horses. After falling off their horses, they got up and ran away immediately. In the twinkling of an eye, the cavalry unit that launched the charge has become a rout and fled in all directions towards the plain. There is no such indomitable charging attitude as before.

Looking at this scene, Alfred did not order the pursuit, but turned his head and looked at the other end of the horizon.

The earth trembled again.

Another cavalry appeared at the end.

The number of cavalry troops is not large, probably only hundreds of cavalry, but these cavalry are wearing heavy armor, holding a lance, and even the crotch mount is also wearing a vest. It is obviously an elaborate heavy cavalry force.

One of the leading commanders stretched out his hand, put down the mask on his helmet, pointed the long gun, and the whole cavalry force began to accelerate slowly. Alfred laughed heartily when he saw the cavalry charging. Behind him, all the northern barbarians with steel wings began to regroup silently. Like Alfred, they had no fear at all.

When Alfred's Halberd also pointed forward, he drank coldly, "kill!"

"Kill!" All the northern barbarians echoed in unison.

Then, led by Alfred, he launched a fearless charge against the heavy cavalry.

Alfred, the leader, stared at the commander. He felt that there was no place to vent his blood and anger. There seemed to be something in the whole body to explode. He firmly held the fangs of the flaming lion in his hand. He was not sure whether he could live after the war, but he only knew that if he dared to intercept the enemy in front of him, he must tear it up completely.

The two sides are getting closer and closer.

The distance between each other is less than ten meters.

But at this time, Alfred finally made a furious roar, as if to concentrate all his anger on the battle halberd in his hand. He felt the burning flame on the battle halberd, and Alfred suddenly waved the halberd out of his heart.

A reddish air stream suddenly shot from Alfred's Halberd towards the commander.

Fight!

Silver!

After being so close, the commander had no time to dodge. He could only watch the fighting blow up on himself, and then his consciousness was completely surrounded by darkness.

In the eyes of others, the commander of the heavy cavalry was blown to pieces by Alfred's fighting spirit and his crotch mount. The fighting spirit did not stop at all. It swept a few meters away towards the rear of the heavy cavalry army. All the heavy cavalry swept by the fighting spirit along the way were completely blown into a pile of blood foam and meat, and even a whole body was not left.

Seeing such a shocking scene, the heavy cavalry subconsciously slowed down the speed, and everyone felt a burst of fear.

But the iron winged army made a louder roar of excitement, and then rushed towards the heavy cavalry army at a faster speed.

The next moment, the two troops hit each other hard.

However, the expected scene that the northern barbarians were pierced by the heavy cavalry did not appear. On the contrary, the heavy cavalry troops were completely submerged by the fierce guys of the northern barbarians. It's like a stone thrown into the Black Lake, but it doesn't even ripple!

As everyone knows, this heavy cavalry unit was also destroyed.

The night attack tonight also failed.

Wolves?

This is a real lion herd（ 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.)