Chapter 337

When the last Knight of the Templars collapsed, Henry II, at the end of the brigade, could not hide his trembling hands because of fear.

"Come on, come on! Send out the coalition troops sent by various countries and the mercenaries volunteering everywhere."

"Go, go to the Teutonic Knights!"

That's Europe's last hope.

But the captain of the guard next to him smiled bitterly.

These soldiers are all infantry. Even cauliflower will be cold when they run to the real main battlefield.

Those who don't see the Teutonic Knights have been surrounded?

But the dead horse is regarded as a living horse doctor. If you can rescue it with the crowd tactics, even half of the members of the Knights can.

After all, it symbolizes the honor of jerushalam and the final dignity of God.

So he still faithfully issued this order, so that the warriors of various countries who had seen anxiety and anger on the periphery of the battlefield rushed to the battlefield.

This is the honor and war of the whole Europe, warriors, rush!

What kind of concept is the collective charge of 60000 people? We can't understand it if we imagine it out of thin air.

But now Zhang Hongyang's pale little face and the lack of discussion among military and tactical fans in his live studio can indirectly reflect what an amazing scene it is.

Zhang, who was on horseback, had fought two battles. When he looked at the crowd layer after layer on the hillside, he had only one feeling, that is, running!

However, Gu Zheng around him and the pro guards behind him did not move properly, but looked at the battle with great power indifference.

"Cavalry, more terrible than you think."

"If it works properly, they are a low-grade branch of infantry."

As soon as Gu Zheng's voice fell, a small group of harassing cavalry appeared in front of the running reinforcements.

It was just a shower of arrows that brought it to a large crowd.

But there were too many people, and when the Teutonic Knights saw the reinforcements in the rear, they were very smart and began to retreat automatically to meet the large forces.

But will Gu Zheng give them a chance?

can't!

At this time, a team of Huang cancan appeared on the vast battlefield again.

Braving, not hiding, not afraid, showing off their gorgeous and showing their strength, instead of the light cavalry attacking around, they charged smartly ahead from behind Gu Zheng.

Even the most beautiful gold can't cover up their stink. As they get closer and closer, if you look carefully, you can see the little eyes of fear of the mounts of Teutonic Knights.

Ma Erxun burst into tears

'puff'

I don't know whose horse it is, first knelt on the ground, and then two or three, one after another.

This reaction made the original silent studio fall into the ocean of flowers.

[little prince]: "biochemical weapons, biochemical weapons! After all, is this the only camel army that has defeated the Mongolian army? But how did it appear on this battlefield?"

[flying black kill]: "it must have been secretly organized by Hai Gu Duzheng. I said how he became the God of war. The cooperation of multiple arms is perfect."

"This time, all the three knights were destroyed. We saw it all the way."

"It's only a few hours. It's not dark yet. But I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry, too, but there are still 60000 people left. Even if I stand there and don't move, I'll kill them for a long time."

[forgetting Sichuan 108]: "are you stupid? Cavalry kill infantry, but you still have to do it yourself?"

The audience still understood that Zhang Hongyang witnessed a real scene of wheat cutting with a sickle.

An arrow rain took away the ease of hundreds of people.

Another arrow rain, crawling all over the ground.

Those European people who boast of bravery are dressed in ragged cloth and clothes, and their faces no longer have the complacency that they first appeared in the battlefield.

A feeling of suffocation and difficulty to express slowly surged up from their hearts.

This feeling of being unable to touch or fight, and even the shadow of the enemy can only see a horse's tail, is really too uncomfortable.

A strong soldier with a height of more than two meters raised his huge sword and roared up to the sky: "grandson, you come here."

It was such a roar, a flying arrow, that directly penetrated his mouth, inserted it from his throat, and ended his life of suffocation.

The end of this roar seemed to bring half the blood and take away half the fighting spirit.

On the battlefield that can only be called massacre, those mercenaries who were not regular fled.

Even Henry II's roaring and cheering at the end of the front can't stop these people from wanting to live.

"What should I do! What should I do?"

Henry II trembled with his head in his arms, and the captain of the guard who had been assisting him around him firmly pulled out his long sword and replied, "my marshal, your majesty."

"You have only one way to go now."

"That is to resist on this battlefield until the last minute until the end of your life."

"Why?" Henry II looked up blankly, and the tears on his face had not been wiped away.

"Because," said the captain of the guard with a desperate smile, "do you think your majesty, our king and all the kings of the Allied Kingdom, will let your life go after you run away and return to your motherland?"

"We are the losers of this war. We buried all the guards guarding the gods on this battlefield."

"Do you think the people in the country can let you go?"

"Instead of becoming a sinner of the family after returning home, it's better for us to die in this war."

"Save our last glory as aristocrats. After all, we fight for our motherland and people."

"After death, we are still heroes of all countries."

"Here, take your weapon, my marshal, your majesty. It's time to rush into the battlefield to save the last cavalry team."

With that, the captain of the guard, regardless of Henry II's state, put down the silver mask on his head, waved a long sword at the team behind him: "rush!" and gave out the horn of attack.

When the last struggling troops of Europeans were also put into the battlefield, Gu Zheng showed a winner's smile behind his front.

He turned to Zhang Hongyang and said, "how do you feel? Do you want to experience the feeling of personally killing the enemy?"

In this sentence, the people in the live studio, including the old men, were crazy.

"Promise him!"

"Promise him!"

"Promise him!"

what the hell! Do you want me to die!

This is TM's real work.

Zhang Hongyang, who fought in two battles, shook his head as firmly as a rattle, waved his hand and refused: "hehe, I don't need it. You come, you come!"

Then Gu Zheng trembled in his meaningful smile.

Then, with a flower in front of him, Gu Zheng led the last broken cavalry team to rush to the scattered people on the whole battlefield.

"No one can be less! Just find the black-and-white match!"

Dele, like the armor of death, brings the real call of death.

When Zhang Hongyang reacted, his side was empty, not even a Mongolian army hair.

"Hey! Big brother! No, just go! At least leave me a weapon to defend myself!"

"Hello! Is there anyone! Wait for me, Wuwuwuwu, horse, run quickly!"

Then he hurriedly ran after Gu Zheng in the direction he left, leaving a full screen of laughter.

It's so scary. Have you been left alone on the battlefield with broken limbs and arms.

When Zhang Hongyang and the pony saw the black spots belonging to Gu Zheng's army from a distance, he was as grateful as if he had returned to heaven.

Then when he waved his arm in an attempt to make Gu Zheng notice his existence, he suddenly saw that Hai Gu Duzheng, whom they admired, was cutting off the other party's head with a Sharp Machete along the armor gap of a European heavy Armored Cavalry.

Zhang Hongyang forgot to adjust the lens of his high-power telescope. In the high-definition live picture, he saw the scene of bone residue splashing.

Then his white eyes turned, and the whole stomach felt upwelling. When he was about to spit out, Gu Zheng, who was far in front of him, seemed to feel his prying. He turned his head and smiled in the direction of his live broadcast.

With this smile, he choked back the vomit he had just poured up.

This may be a nightmare that Zhang Hongyang can't get rid of all his life.

The face of such a handsome man was pasted on it by blood, sweat and the residue of all kinds of unknown tissues.

With that indifferent expression and indifferent eyes, it is like a real Shura coming out of hell without a trace of popularity.

Even so, there are some brain cripples in his live studio, who are fascinated by this extremely bloody.

At this moment, Zhang Hongyang was a blank. He was stunned on the vast plain and couldn't move a step.

Until the sun went down to the west, the neighing sound of the horses beside him gradually fell. The people of the cavalry team who took the lead in returning hit the silly boy who had no change in his face with their full backpack.

"Hey! What are you doing? Which team hasn't seen you on weekdays?"

"And your weapons? Why didn't you catch up with the army? Did you say you were a deserter?"

The soldier's vigilance is quite strong. Looking at the clean dressed Zhang Hongyang, he doesn't feel quite right.

Looking at the dispute between the two people, the team leader rushed over. After carefully studying Zhang Hongyang, he pulled the soldiers back to the team.