Chapter 745

Black smoke blots out the sky.

A sudden battle is coming to an end on a grassland under the leadership of daboyi.

In the sound of iron cavalry beating like war drums, the sound of fighting and roaring is becoming more and more scattered, and all that is left is screams and dying wails.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a cavalry duel between the Centaur and the Boyi ended with the total destruction of the Hussars. The defeated horseback people quickly turned the battle into a unilateral massacre.

In the face of several times or even dozens of times turbulent enemies, even if the Boyi Hussars were brave and good at fighting, it was only a matter of time before they were destroyed.

Some were shot by centaurs at the front door during the charge and died miserably under the hoof of horses; Some rushed into the enemy's array and were pierced by countless spears before they could wield a knife and chop... More often, after a round of charge, only the mounts were still standing on the battlefield, and the people had already disappeared.

On the battlefield filled with wails, the defeat of the cavalry triggered a flight, and the retreat of the settlement and camp have become a sea of fire on the prairie; Bloodthirsty Centaur warriors rushed back and forth on the battlefield full of bones and blood, looking for their next prey.

The defeated Boyi Hussars regrouped on the grassland and used their flesh and blood to block the front of the Centaur - among the refugees were their wives, parents and children. Even if they were just to protect their relatives, they must stand up.

However, when they turned around, the two winged Centaur warriors bypassed the front, and they were not greeted by the imagined bloodthirsty Centaur warriors.

But rows and rows of small catapults that can drag and walk on the grassland.

With the cry of death, the boa Hussars who took the initiative to stay behind the settlement waved sabers and spears and launched a final charge towards the projection weapon position of the Centaur!

In front of the crossbow, the indifferent Centaur warrior raised his spear and waved it down;

The next second, the terrible noise shook the whole earth!

The sound of broken bodies, the sound of broken weapons, the cry before death, the dark red of blood... The roaring and charging boa Hussars were torn apart in the shadow of countless loud noises and smoke.

Once, twice, three times... In the heavy, relentless roar, two meter long, quenched cast iron heavy crossbows and arrows tore their flesh and blood to pieces one after another.

War horse, machete, spear, iron armor, roar, blood courage... Everything that the Boyi people are proud of, like stones thrown into the sea, falls silently on the battlefield spilled with plasma.

When the roar stopped, there was only a corpse covered with battlefield bones.

The horseback people who fled in all directions also failed to escape the two wings of the Centaur warriors; The bloody centaurs, like wild beasts, rushed into the fleeing team and killed wantonly.

The grassland battlefield between the bloody storms quickly "degenerated" from a hunting ground to a slaughterhouse; In a pair of desperate and numb eyes, they ravaged the last remaining horseback people.

With the last scattered sound of fighting and mending knives, mixed with the screams and wails of women and children, the battle movement stopped abruptly in just a quarter of an hour.

On the battlefield filled with smoke and dust, with the last cry and the flesh and blood bones trampled by countless cavalry, a small settlement of Boyi horseback people disappeared in the world forever.

There was nothing left except the wronged soul and flesh.

In the distance of the battlefield, under a banner made of animal skin, the expressionless chakar was listening to the wailing and excited bloodthirsty cries in his ears, looking at the rows of crossbows, with a strange luster in his eyes.

If there is any experience he gained in the battle of Qianzhang City, it is these seemingly insignificant toys.

When these "toys" have only one or two, they are nothing; However, when their number becomes hundreds and thousands, they are concentrated and can hit 100 goals, they can make any Centaur army suffer heavy casualties and even fear.

Fifteen thousand two legged reinforcements, even without crossing the river to attack, can use them to block tens of thousands of four hoofed warriors outside the gate of Qianzhang city.

As long as the quantity is enough and there is enough ammunition, it can destroy all the troops a hundred steps away, and even turn the fight between the warriors into a cruel game of "throwing the ball" to each other.

Is there anything more terrible?!

Chakar is not a ballista, nor is he a "projection weapon expert", but he can still vaguely feel that the "toys" invented by these bipedal people and dwarfs are slowly changing the rules of war for thousands of years.

Fortunately... At least in the present world, the big green sea is still the world of four hoofed warriors; At least for now, their "toys" are not strong enough to really reverse the rules.

Before they really become strong, the noble four hoofed people will rule the whole green sea and even the world outside the green sea!

While chakar was still thinking, a centaur waving a flag came running from a distance; Chakar looked back and his eyes were frozen.

That flag is the flag of the hankong tribe... The flag of the four hoofed Khan.

"Salute you, flag leader chakar!"

Although the words were very humble, the Centaur warrior did not mean any respect, but slightly raised his head: "according to the order of the Great Khan, your ChiYan flag immediately began to gather the troops and summon the warriors. You must gather at the king's tent within three days and wait for it to fall!"

"Why?" hearing this order, chakar was stunned: "we have just occupied half of the green sea, and the two legged people's settlements have not been cleaned up. Is it not time to go on an expedition?"

"This is the order of the Great Khan. There is no reason!"

The Centaur warrior's eyes were arrogant and his face was still a little angry: "Warner, the big leader of the two legged people, has gathered an army and vowed to recapture the grassland in the green sea. At present, 100000 two legged people have crossed the thousand tent city!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - the defeated general who abandoned the white wave flag and defeated miserably in Qianzhang city without any credit dares to ask why?"

"Thanks to the ChiYan flag seen by the Great Khan and your chakar, I am willing to give you the opportunity to lead the army again. I don't go to the king's tent with gratitude and die for the Great Khan?!"

From beginning to end, chakalmer, who was slapped by saliva, didn't say a word.

As the voice of the Centaur warrior fell, the bodyguards around chakar showed angry expressions and surrounded him with tight faces.

The Centaur warrior, facing these "bad eyes", still didn't mean to give in at all, but was more arrogant.

The aged guards of ChiYan flag on both sides are not as vigorous as the young Centaur, but they have secretly pressed the shotgun, and several glanced at the nearby crossbow.

Killing the messengers of the Great Khan in public is an unforgivable felony; But if he was "accidentally" killed by a two legged man running for his life, no wonder who.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Please convey the order of the Great Khan... ChiYan flag."

Chakar, who took a deep breath and clenched his teeth, said, "but we won't go to the king's tent, but directly to the battlefield - since the Great Khan is willing to give me the right to lead the army, at least let us decide how to fight the ChiYan flag by ourselves."

The sudden assembly order made chakar feel very strange - but no matter what the big Khan wants to do, as long as he can keep his followers, he still has the ability to negotiate.

To return to the king's account is to rely on the other party.

The Centaur warrior shook his head proudly without any concession: "this is the order of the Great Khan... Whatever you want, just go and discuss with the Great Khan."

"You are the emissary of the Great Khan and represent the will of the Great Khan here." chakar tried to argue: "can't you even agree to such a 'small request'?"

"Within three days, wait at the king's tent!" the Centaur warrior repeated, "otherwise, the red flame flag is a traitor!"

"Five days is OK. It will take time to close the Department."

"Three days!"

"Four days, this is my last request!"

"Three days!"

“……”

Chakar looked at each other silently. The bodyguard behind him was already murderous.

The next second, he humbly lowered his head:

"ChiYan flag... Take command!"

Hearing this, the Centaur turned and left.

But I didn't see chakar's expression mixed with fear and anger, and even distorted to the extreme!