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The Kuroshio Legion, which was constantly surging, was like a dark cloud covering the sky, which had already infected a small half of the right flank army formation, and the strange fork weapons, the unique fishing net tactics, and the Satsuma soldiers were breathless.

The Samori spearmen often just stabbed their spears, and the harpoons shot from the opposite side knocked the spearmen to the ground, and the brave Samore soldiers felt a chill in their hearts when they saw their companions caught in the barbed nets and rolled on the ground

These Kuroshio warriors are fishermen from the coast, and their ability to cast harpoons and cast fishing nets is a skill they rely on to survive, and after years of evolution, they have developed a unique set of tactics.

Shooting within three meters is not only accurate and fast enough, but also ruthless enough, and those caught in fishing nets often have no chance to get rid of it, the heavy infantry of the Croissat Banner Regiment was stunned at once, the entire queue was torn open a big hole, the screams of killing on the position resounded in the sky, and the five thousand Satamos heavy infantry were divided, like an island emerging from the Black Tide,

The dense forest of guns formed a separate circle, knowing that he would be shot by a harpoon, he still roared and stabbed the spear in his hand, blood splattered from the enemy and himself, and the corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the blood made the ground under his feet muddy,

Although the Satsuma crossbowmen in the back fought back with all their might, but after all, it was a second-line unit, and their psychological quality and shooting skills were not good, seeing the tragic scene in front, the crossbow in his hand trembled slightly, and the shooting speed was not fast, and the accuracy was not enough.

The flying bolts often knocked down the enemy and their own people, and this indiscriminate killing made a vacancy on Samoor's weak right side, and more and more Kuroshio was about to begin to overflow the right flank defense.

"Damn, these damn bastards!" Croresette slashed down a black forked warrior who tried to throw a net at him, holding the last line of defense with the remaining more than a thousand people, blood blurred his vision, more than a dozen wounds on his body, looking at his fallen subordinates one by one, Croressat's eyes were sad and angry as he looked at the surging black tide around him

Seeing that the military formation on the right was gradually submerged by the black tide, the fat man hesitated for a while, waved his hand to the herald behind him and ordered

"Order the reinforcements to press with all their might, and take back the right flank for me no matter what!" This order is very dangerous, and the fat man doesn't know if it is correct to put the second-line troops up at this time.

The sound of three long and two short military trumpets sounded from the main formation of Samori, and the nearly 20,000 second-line troops of Samoriel piled up behind rushed towards the Kuroshio spreading on the right flank.

In the battle between spears and harpoons, the combat effectiveness of the second-line troops was not strong, but with the advantage of being outnumbered, the spears were like forests, the heads were like ants, and the scorching sun was like melting snow, which quickly broke the attack line of the harpoon warriors, and often three or four spears pierced into the enemy's body at the same time.

After the desperate resistance of the Satsuma hoplites on the front, more than half of the 8,000 Kuroshio soldiers had already been lost, most of them were wounded and tired, how could they be the opponent of the second-line Samolan troops who stayed behind to recuperate, and the spreading Kuroshio was covered by the withered yellow leather armor of the second-line troops

It seemed that unwilling to accept the failure of the right flank offensive, the Chinese army of the Riwa Che people began to move slowly, and dozens of elite infantry as the real main force pressed towards the right flank like a sea of mountains, dense spears flashing in the sun, and at the forefront of them was a phalanx of more than ten heavily armed soldiers with broadswords,

Thick heavy infantry heavy armor, two-handed serrated broadswords that are conducive to cutting chain mail, water chestnut wide shields blocked in front of the chest, only a pair of murderous eyes are revealed under the iron helmets, and the red tassels on the helmet are like layers of blood-stained red clouds.

"Long live Samoor! Long live glory!"

Seeing the few remaining Harpoon warriors fleeing, the second-line troops on the right side who had recaptured their positions let out a cheering cry, completely unaware of the approach of the killing machine of the Swordsman Legion,

For the Samori peasants, who had never been on the battlefield, the victory just now made their morale high, and in the face of the approaching enemy elite, these Samori second-line troops not only did not organize an effective formation, but boldly launched a counter-charge, and some of them rushed forward in a swarm. Still trying to overwhelm the enemy with numerical superiority.

"Kill!" the swordsmen who were hiding behind the shield shouted in unison, and the outermost swordsman broadsword easily picked up the dense spears stabbed by the Samori people, and the companions who followed closely behind rushed forward with their shields, and with the broad sword in their hands, they quickly and neatly slashed the abdomen of the Satsuma spearman,

The Sathoma soldier clutched his abdomen with a painful face, blood mixed with internal organs gushed out, and the cutting-edge swordsman cut his throat with a beautiful sword, which was the perfect cooperation between the swordsmen, the top of the infantry class, in front of this kind of skilled swordsman formation, even the heavily armed knights may not be able to please.

Although there are enough Satsuma soldiers, but in the face of the cooperation of this skilled swordsman, there is no room to fight back, and the slain ghosts cry wolf, like a moving killing machine, where the swordsman queue walks, often leaving a large corpse, and the bloody footprints make people's scalp tingle

Wulun faced a large army or a few people, and the queue of Hu Cong swordsmen never dispersed, always so compact, unhurried with bloody pressure, and a pair of red eyes under the iron helmet made people chill.

"These people are devils! Everyone, run!" As the fat man expected, in the face of the killing machine like the Hu Cong swordsman, the second-line troops who rushed up just now were irrepressibly panicked,

Countless soldiers ran back with panicked faces, which not only broke up the defense line that Croissat had managed to organize, but also made the crossbowmen throw rat traps, not daring to launch a projectile, and the rout swept through like a wave.

Croresette looked around with a sad face, and secretly estimated in his heart that in addition to the more than 1,000 blood-stained hoplites under his command, only a few more than 4,000 people were still holding their positions, and the Riwa chariots that pressed up were at least fifty phalanxes, and the swordsman queue at the front was only about thirty meters away from him, and the heavy wheezing sound and the smell of blood could be clearly felt from such a distance.

Not far away, the 1,000 Thorn Tile Clan longbowmen sent reinforcements from the main formation were still some distance away, and in the rear, the defeated army that had fled just now was regrouping under the organization of each captain.

"Fight!" Crolysat took a deep breath, the sword in his hand was raised high again, the spear of the hoplite was straightened again, and in the midst of holding his breath, the first queue of the swordsman legion rushed up with a shout,

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