"Throw a spear!"

Now it was the turn of the city gate garrison to counterattack, and a half-meter-long spear fell down in a parabola, which was not many in number, but caused the largest casualties to the night raiders since the night attack.

The lethality of this medium and short-range throwing weapon is not comparable to that of a bow and arrow, even a heavily armored warrior is like paper paste in front of it, not to mention the light armor of the night raider, once shot, it is a big hole, and if you don't die, you will lose your combat effectiveness on the spot, and the probability of survival is almost zero.

Casualties of this magnitude were obviously unable to shake the strong will of the night raiders, and not a single person hesitated and rushed wildly.

"Attack!"

Although the boar Jarvis was a little tendonous, he had a keen grasp of the fighters, and the night raiders were still twenty or thirty steps away from his own military formation, ignoring the still dense rain of arrows overhead, and gave the order to take the initiative to attack.

Waiting for work with ease is a matter of situation.

If the hundred guards he led were spearmen, he would definitely set up a dense array of pikes, not to mention that a group of lightly armored infantry rushed on the opposite side, even if a group of knights came, they would have to pay a heavy price.

If he is leading a group of pure shield soldiers, he will lay down a shield array like an iron bucket, so that the opponent's head will break the blood before taking the initiative to attack.

But he is now leading a team of guards who are good at hand-to-hand combat, especially when he has an absolute advantage in equipment, so he can't stupidly wait for the opponent to rush into battle, and take the initiative to attack to give full play to his advantages.

When the two collided, it seemed that the earth was trembling, it was not only a collision between flesh, blades, and armor, but also a collision between two wills, one sworn to defend to the death, and the other swore to break the city.

Hoarse roars, swords clanging to the bone, splashes of red-hot blood...... constitutes the most brutal picture of war, and as soon as the battle begins, it enters the white heat.

The one-sided slaughter that Yalvis had imagined did not happen, and the night raiders looked desperate, and when they were actually hand-to-hand, they did not exchange their lives for their lives, but circled around them like monkeys.

The dagger has no rules, but it is very slippery, and it is specially drilled into the various crevices of the armor, and these places are often the key points of the joints of the body, once hit, even if it is not fatal, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Regardless of the others, the boar itself has felt it, and it has been poked three times in the neck, four times in the elbow of the left arm, two times in the right shoulder, and the number of strokes in the calf and waist has been countless.

If it weren't for the well-made chain mail inside, he would have climbed to the ground by now, Rao is like this, the left hind leg made him see blood, and now when he walks, he no longer has the original posture of swallowing mountains and rivers, and his original complacent equipment advantage has turned into their disadvantage - flexibility cannot be compared with the other party.

Since he was able to hold the sword, the boar has already begun to fight, and he has seen countless battles before and after, like this kind of aggrieved fighting in front of him, it is the first time he has experienced it, and he really wants to roar loudly, is this a war? Or is it a monkey? This group of guys will not be a group of thieves? How can they be so flexible?

Alves the boar was not satisfied with his results because his expectations were too high at first, and in fact the night raiders had suffered heavy deaths, and their nimble tactics were to dance on the tip of the sword.

In other words, their margin for error is much lower than that of the heavily armored city gate garrison, and the opponent is still alive and kicking with several slashes, and they may lose their lives if they miss once.

"Assemble!"

Jarvis has changed his tactics, and since you are known for your flexibility, I will compress your space for movement, and I see what tricks you can perform.

Creak...... Creak...... Creak......

The shrill wooden whistles were so clear in the dawn that before you knew it was the night and the sky was beginning to lighten, the situation for the Bastille was not only not better, but worse, and the thick morning fog made the visibility even lower, and in the blink of an eye all the night raiders who had just fought them to death disappeared into the fog.

The regrouped garrison of the city gate looked at each other, this battle was really inexplicable, and now they knew that their enemies were the Andes mountain people, such as how many enemies were there?

Which village leader is in charge?

To what extent did the walls fall?

How did the other party bypass the army led by the lord of the city?

Or has something happened to the army led by the lord of the castle?

Ignorance of these conditions was like a huge burden on them, making them feel uneasy.

Airplanes...... Airplanes...... Airplanes......

There was a familiar voice in the air again, the sound of arrows cutting through the air, this time without the command of their own captain, those with shields consciously raised their shields, and those without shields also put on defensive postures.

Although he muttered in his heart that he would repeat his old tricks, no one dared to be negligent, because those who dared to do so would have long since become a pile of white bones, and they couldn't be too careful when they were on the battlefield.

Burst...... Burst...... Burst......

This time, the feeling after the bow and arrow hit was obviously different, it was not the sound of being blocked by all kinds of armor, but the sound of shooting into the flesh, and after a short pause, there was a terrible howl one after another.

"Look for cover, everyone look for cover, this is a heavy bow, this is a damn heavy bow!"

"I can't prevent it, I can't prevent it, I can't prevent it with ordinary heavy armor...... Uh......"

"Don't mess up, don't mess up, shield wall, group shield wall......"

"It's useless, it's useless, the wooden shield can't be guarded, the wooden shield can't be guarded!"

The entire city gate garrison was in disarray, and some wanted to form a shield wall, but the iron-inlaid wooden shield was no different from a papier-mâché in front of the heavy armor-piercing arrows thicker than the thumb, and the shields were broken and shot through the arms abounded, and the defense was slightly deformed, and the heavy arrows that followed him nailed him to death.

Those who try to escape die faster, and all the standard armor pays much more attention to the defense in front of them than the latter, exposing their weakest points, isn't this self-defeating?

This is no longer a rain of arrows, but a curtain of arrows, and the number of heavy arrows falling per square meter is not less than twenty.

The arrow curtain did not last long, only thirty seconds, but for those who were in the arrow curtain, it was so long, and those who could still stand looked around blankly, looking at not only the dead corpse full of arrows, but also the dead body full of arrows, as if he was the only living person left on the entire battlefield.

"It's over!" Kleist the Fox closed his eyes in pain, he hurried to witness the destruction of the city gate garrison.

Although he knew that because the perspective was cut off by the fog, there were more survivors of the city gate garrison than he imagined, after all, there were many people in it wearing double armor, even if the power of the armor-piercing heavy arrow was good, but there was still a distance from breaking the double armor.

However, he knew that there was no room for recovery, because the courage of the city gate garrison had been broken.

A soldier who has no courage, no matter how strong his body is and how heavy his armor is, is not much stronger than an ordinary farmer.

Not to mention the fact that the enemy's goal has been achieved - the gates of the city are opened.

Countless tall figures broke through the white mist, like savage warriors rushing out of the wilderness, roaring and killing in.

Kleist saw with his own eyes that the combat power was infinitely approaching the great knight mountain boar Yarvit only supported three moves under the strong man who rushed to the front, and was pinched into a rotten watermelon by the opponent's big hands like a fan, even the helmet and head, which made the city gate garrison whose morale had fallen to a low point completely collapsed, and those surviving soldiers had only one thought in their minds - to run.

The farther you run, the better, the gates can't be guarded, the castle can't be guarded, the Bastille can't be guarded.

"McGee the Skullcrusher!"

"Raging Mountain Legion!"

After recognizing the other party's identity, Kleist the Fox did not stop for a second, turned around and left, and the direction he went was not the inner fort of the Bastille, but the other gate of the Bastille.

If he returns to the inner fort now to organize defense, there may be a forty or fifty percent chance of blocking the opponent outside the inner fort, and when the time comes, he may be able to defeat the opponent by attacking the old Bolton inside and outside.

But there are too many uncertain factors in this, not to mention whether it can be stopped, let's just say whether the old Bolton is still safe and sound now, it is still unknown!

Because they are facing a completely unknown enemy this time, although they have seen McGee the Skullbreaker, Kleist the Fox does not think that the other party is the supreme commander of this night attack.

Because that reckless man didn't have so many brains, he planned such a meticulous night attack plan, and even the reaction of the city gate garrison was in the other party's calculations, if it was him to plan, it would only be to this extent.

Once they enter the inner fort, they will either be defended or buried in this castle if they gamble with their lives, and with McGee the Skull-Crusher, they have no way to surrender.

If Bull Eriksen were here, he would not hesitate to return to the Inner Fort and live and die with the city.

This is the biggest difference between the two people, in the eyes of Kleist the Fox, his life is above all else, there is no one in this world who is worthy of his precious life, his family is not good, his father is not good, let alone a slave trader.

Many things are contagious, such as colds, such as plague, and then faith.

The soldiers saw that Sir Kleist, the current supreme commander of the Bastille, was faster than a rabbit, and that he had broken down even faster when he rushed out of the Bastille without looking back.

I don't know if it's just kindness, or if it's to find a reason for my escape, those soldiers who fled shouted while running.

At first, it was just shouting "the city gate is broken", but then it somehow became "the castle is broken", and then it became "the Bastille is broken", and finally under the guidance of people with a heart, a new slogan was added: "The army led by the lord of Bolton was ambushed, and the whole army was destroyed, and Bolton was killed by an arrow".

This kind of completely invisible rumor, if it is usually seen through, it will be a minute, but in the current chaos, there are many people who believe in this, and the smarter the person, the more convinced they are.

Because this is an excellent reason for them to run for their lives, and as for those who are not wise, the wise people believe it, and what reason do they have not to believe?

The morning fog became the best cover for the night raiders, who swayed through the streets as if they were everywhere, increasing in number.