Vol 3 Chapter 222

Act 222: The victorious victory

The difficult front has become dog-toothed. Although several soldiers from the Grizzly Collar and the Grussian soldiers have ascended the earth wall, the resistance of the mercenaries is stronger than every Eruin noble who watches the battle. Imagination; the offense was resolved several times at the last minute, allowing Dener's army to advance without any advancement for two days and nights. The battle was extremely fierce, and the blood even reddened the Gris River.

Pallas was unmoved. The knight general pressed his sword and guarded the entire battlefield like a cold death, stubbornly maintaining the pace of advancement. At this point in the war, you don't need to worry about how many lives you have invested, because if you go further, you will win.

Experienced generals are looking for a chance to make a final blow-the geographical advantage of the rebels has been worn away for a day, while the opposing attacking army has always maintained a high morale-suddenly his eyes lighten slightly .

Pallas raised his finger in one direction: "Let Sir Weid go up, don't ask me for orders, he will see where he should attack--!"

The commander was aphic for a moment, ‘Is there such an order? ‘This anonymous little man even wondered if the Lord Lord was blinded overnight, but he raised his head and saw a pair of firm, narrow eyes.

That's self-confidence--

"I see, sir." The herald bowed.

The tiger bird blew a whistle and gathered the people around. "Did you see that!" He asked, pointing to the corner of the forest across the river. Everyone saw a fiery swallowtail flag in that direction, several spears crossed the canopy, and the whole team covered with red. Armored cavalry appeared on the edge of the forest.

"Red flag cavalry, that was Denil's private army." A mercenary recognized it immediately.

"It's really generous!" The other mercenary took a sigh of resentment, blood in his sputum.

"How effective is the combat effectiveness," Tiger Bird asked.

"First-tier units, the mounts are fierce horses, light cavalry, and the average strength is upstream of the black iron-" he replied, a thin, long-eared elf with gray skin, besides others, he was also Bran One of the more summoned mercenaries.

"Huh, the armored hussar!"

"The horse is without armor. It is indeed a light cavalry from the point of view of load and mobility. They are equipped with the three-eyed hazels and still have a long-range attack capability within a certain distance. Big price, "the elf replied.

"Lord Lord said?" Tiger Sparrow whispered.

The latter nodded.

"They want to attack our left wing. The left flank is Mercenia's mercenaries. They are already tired. The other person's eyes are very poisonous." The tiger bird turned his head, pointed out and pointed at the others. "Unfortunately, there is no reason to make our old knight so good. Let's solve these cavalry, how about you?"

In addition to his own people, he looked at the other mercenaries present. These mercenaries were elites selected from various regiments. At least they had the strength of the black iron peak. The number was small, only four or fifty. This squadron had a hundred people a day ago, and the fierce battle was evident.

"Kill one enough." Everyone laughed hesitantly.

There were more and more cavalry in the forest on the other side of the river, and it quickly reached the number of two or three hundred. Weide sat on his horse and looked at his men with satisfaction-this is the model of Eruin's most elite army Even if compared with the Royal White Lions, although he was accompanied by only two squadrons in this war, he had the confidence to lead these people to defeat all the enemies that stood in front of him.

The cavalry began to cross the river in a rush of whistle. Their sudden appearance certainly caught Metissa's attention. The silver elf princess stood at the highest point of the battlefield. With her eyes, the arrow rain seemed to be an extension of her will. Come on schedule.

The arrows fell in the river and caused a fierce splash, but it was difficult for bows and arrows to really cause fatal damage to these red armored cavalry. Cone-shaped arrow clusters often passed the deck and lost their impact. Some riders carried three or four The arrows can still maintain a queue; it is no surprise to Sir Weid that the equipment is an important standard for measuring the combat effectiveness of an army. The red cavalry is equipped with a piercing breastplate, which can greatly reduce the power of long-range attacks. In his view, this was the biggest defect that made up for the light cavalry.

However, the aristocratic knight never dreamed that his enemies were so diverse. The mercenaries were already complex in composition, and the adventurers came from heaven and earth. Weid had just felt a little proud, but he didn't know that several elven shooters in the forest had long since locked the eye-catching cavalry.

"Hano, you're left, I'm right." On a tree about a hundred or two hundred meters away, an elf covered with grass covered his long bow and handed a green arrow to the human ranger behind him.

"The two?"

"The two."

Two strings rang out in the forest. The Red Cavalry had just entered the forest on the south bank, and the two of them headed off like a piece of wood. Sir Weid was taken aback, only to find that his two subordinates turned out to be arrows in the active part of the armor at the throat, and died on the spot. He felt only a moment of erect hair and turned back and called: "Shooter, be careful!"

The real marksman is a nightmare for all heavy armored units, because the heavy armor is almost the same as the opposite. His armor-piercing arrows can always hit the weakest and most deadly parts; it is only professional in the general army. The archers are valuable, not to mention the 100-step shooter who wears Yang. For such people, the lords often spend a lot of money to hire, but Weid knows that the really powerful marksmen are from elves and rangers, and these People love freedom more.

Thinking of this jazz gentleman, I couldn't help screaming. Where is this **** rebel, druid and ranger, and elves? Is this Nima a forest alliance? Or are they actually fighting a jihad? He couldn't help getting creepy at the thought of the November war.

"Over there!" The Red Cavalry is still moving at a constant speed in the forest. The movement is life within the range of the marksman's attack. These cavalry are experienced veterans who naturally understand this, and soon they discover Enemy trail.

Not far away, a figure was moving fast as the vines tangled and strengthened the dark brown earthen wall.

With turquoise skin, the slender elf buried his head and moved behind the wall stack, he soon approached the point of contact with the knights. The elf stopped to observe, his eyes narrowed with a calm light, and then he kept moving while probing half of his body from behind the wall and raising his long bow.

"It's an elf archer!" The cavalry screamed at the sight of the archery position of the opponent. They immediately lifted the shield from the saddle and held it up to block their throat. For children, the elf archer is a fairy tale A sharp shooter in the middle, and for a soldier on the battlefield, an elven shooter as an enemy is a nightmare.

Especially turquoise skin, wind elves, wilderness runners.

Not far away, in a well-concealed trench, the tiger sparrow already lurking there leaned his head out to glance at the distance, then retracted again, and he gestured to the others: "All veterans."

"It's a shame, it's useless, hehe." The mercenaries seemed to have a cruel smile flashing in their pupils who became dark because of years of slaughter, and they really laughed.

It's really useless.

A white light, the arrow actually penetrated the central part of the shield of the cavalry in the head, and penetrated the unlucky egg's neck, and hit the back of the cavalry with scattered blood flowers. With a loud bang, the second cavalry flew straight off the horse.

Then the first cavalry rolled over without a word.

"Silver shooter!"

For a moment, Weid thought he had fallen into a huge trap. The turquoise figure on the wall had stopped, and now he turned into a fort—but it was more like a death to our Sir— -Every time the turquoise-skinned elf lifts his long bow, at least one of the red cavalry who keeps assaulting in the forest falls off the horse;

Wei De only felt that his scalp was troublesome, but after all he was still a good commander, and immediately pulled out his sword and commanded sternly:

"Come back and pinch that guy with your hands!"

The lethality of the silver-level marksman is really terrible. The speed of two arrows in one second waits for him to finish shooting, and it is estimated that his morale will collapse first.

The sizzling arrows in the forest became a life-changing rune for a while, but at this moment the Red Cavalry showed their elite strength. Even in this case, the cavalry still maintained a high morale. Assault, and seeing into the shooting range of the hand carry.

Sir Weid was relieved.

He asked the cavalry to raise their spears high, so that the red flags fluttered in the forest. The victory seemed to be in sight. As long as they bypassed the line of defense, they could give these rebels a decisive blow from the side.

It ’s just a pity that, from afar, victory can only be watched--

The tiger bird snapped at everyone: "It's our turn."

The forest looks uneven and covered with dead leaves since autumn, and is covered with snow, but at this time, suddenly stood up from the dead leaves in a row of 'grassmen'.

Of course, it wasn't a cursed man, but a mercenary who was disguised as a perfection.

Wei De jumped in his heart, only feeling that his heart was sinking. "It's a knight!" The Red Cavalry suddenly panicked. The tiger **** licked its lips, and one step forward had thrown a hand axe spinning fast in the air.

Time seems to freeze.

He watched as a cavalry fell down on his back, while another cavalry was holding a spear over his side, the tiger finch slightly avoided, and the left-handed epee lifted up and opened a long one on the side of the unlucky ghost Long mouth.

The rosy blood sprinkled a string of crystal pearls in the air with warm white mist.

The cavalry screamed a few steps forward by the inertia of the horse and fell sideways. Sir Weid looked at this scene in horror. It was indeed a knight. At least the first few people had silver power.

Hope is like a fragile crystal statue falling to the ground and becoming torn apart.

"Fuck the rebels!" The noble knight suddenly felt a little sad, but instead of stepping back, he raised his sword. Mr. Sir had a radiant look in his eyes, and he rushed over to the finch: "Dead!"

A long arrow passed through his throat.

On the dirt wall, the elf folded his longbow.

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