Countless golden retrievers, uh, no, countless European faces, suddenly popped up from the opposite halfway up the mountain. Leaping like a fly, dancing and flying, like a tide, rushed towards the defeated army below.

These warriors were all half-dressed in leather armor, with peculiar rattan straw high-ankle straw sandals under their feet, and bare bronze thighs and knotted muscles under their crotch animal skin battle skirts. In both hands, he held a dark silver bladed iron shield, and in his right hand he carried a short spear four feet long.

In addition to this, it can be seen that he is carrying two or more short spears on his back. On the other side of the shoulder, the handle of another weapon is exposed, and it looks like a heavy weapon like a broadsword or a giant axe.

This...... This equipment mode simply gave Ivan the illusion that he had suddenly traveled to the ancient Roman period. Only in that era when cold weapons were the mainstay would this kind of troops be seen. And it's definitely an elite force!

If this visual misconception only made him a little dazed, then another thought made him feel broken.

The terrain here is mountainous and hilly, and when the cavalry loses its role in conflict and there are no firearms, then only the most primitive mode of warfare remains.

And now, after two days of continuous pursuit, their physical strength has been almost exhausted, and they have just suffered heavy ambushes and fiascos one after another, how can they still have half a chance of winning against the enemy in a white-knuckle battle?

This is the real lore!

But how could there be such an ancient Roman warrior here? It's completely unscientific. It's not that he doesn't know that the troops he has been pursuing in the past two days are no longer Mongols, but those people are also Orientals. Even the cavalry that attacked and killed during the ambush before, although some of them were also high-eyed and deep-eyed, they were by no means pure European blood people like the one in front of them.

Could it be that he is too tired these days, and he has auditory hallucinations caused by his injuries again? He opened his mouth half-open, and subconsciously pinched his hand hard.

"Ah~!" suddenly a scream sounded next to him, and he was frightened on the spot, and he turned his head sharply to look, but saw Paulis looking at himself with a look of pain and incomprehension, full of resentment.

"You, what the hell are you shouting!" Ivan was furious, what time was this, and he was still yelling like this, wouldn't it be even more chaotic for the army!

Boris was depressed, "You suddenly pinched me vigorously, and I was defenseless, can you not shout?Ah, by the way, why are you pinching me?" Boris rubbed his right chest vigorously and complained in a low voice, looking at Ivan with strange eyes.

Because Ivan hurt his leg, he kept putting Ivan's hand around his neck and carrying him. Ivan's hand naturally fell on his right chest, and he was suddenly grabbed hard, the pain was of course a reason, but it was actually more of a shock.

As a friend from childhood to adulthood, I have never had any hints of interest in men. But why did he suddenly hit himself in the chest? Boris felt a little hairy......

Ivan was stunned, and then he was embarrassed. immediately reacted, when he lost his mind just now, he just subconsciously pinched not himself, but Boris as a friend.

Looking at the suspicion and vigilance in Boris's grievances, Ivan couldn't help but feel a chill. But then he was immediately pulled back to reality by the predicament in front of him, and without explaining anything, he raised his hand and pointed at the Roman warriors who were rushing down from all over the mountains, and said bitterly: "What's going on, did I see a ghost? Or am I hallucinating?"

Boris swallowed hard, carefully seeing that he didn't seem to be abnormal, and then he was a little relieved, and then returned to his mind again. glanced left and right, but saw that most of the soldiers around him looked blank, and only a few people showed a look of fear, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He knew that those soldiers who were not afraid were not more courageous, but in fact, they were already completely desperate and sluggish. On the contrary, those who show a look of fear can still maintain a little fighting spirit.

But what could he do at this time? Even he, the highest general, trembled in his heart, and there was an indescribable fear gushing from the bottom of his heart.

Why did you fall to this point? Why did you come to this desert steppe in the east? After all, isn't it for the mausoleum of that great demon god?

It is said that the mausoleum has a mysterious and powerful curse, and once it is disturbed, then all the people involved will be attacked by this curse.

Just like the scene in front of which shocked all his friends, isn't it a portrayal of legend? The ancient Roman warriors, who had long since disappeared in the long river of history, suddenly appeared here thousands of miles away from Rome, this is a curse! This is a proper curse!

He shivered as he looked at the nearer and nearer costumed warriors, and there was extreme fear in his eyes. As for the suspicion of being attacked on the chest by a friend just now, at this moment, I have long been rushed to the sky by extreme fear.

"Cheng ...... Boom Boom ...... Genghis ...... Boom Boom ...... Khan's Demonic ...... Spell ......" he murmured as his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Ivan listened clearly, his face turned white, and he felt that his brain was suddenly hit by a sledgehammer, so he fell to the ground on the spot.

It's just that he is a tough person after all, and when that fear suddenly rushed to the top, he strangely regained some calm.

"Whether it's ...... or not," he swallowed with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "...... Is it the spell of the man, we have no choice, we have no choice in order to survive! Understand, Boris?! Understand? Quick! Gather the soldiers, fight! We must fight to survive. Otherwise, you, me, and everyone else will die!

In the last few words, he was already shouting loudly, almost hoarse. Boris and some of the fast-reacting soldiers around him suddenly snapped into action, and the original fear and sluggishness on their faces were gradually replaced by a kind of madness mixed with fear, and their red eyes were aimed at the Thress warriors who were about to rush forward.

"This is a curse, fight, not necessarily die. But if you don't fight, you will die!Soldiers, take up your weapons, fight to the death!" Ivan vigorously pushed him away after shouting at Boris, pulled out his handcuff violently, slammed a shot at the opposite side, and then turned around and roared loudly.

With a bang, Olisses, who was the first to rush to a distance of thirty meters, suddenly raised his shield, and treacherously blocked this miraculous shot, but he was also paused by the impact under his feet. But then a touch of cruelty flashed on his face, and he suddenly roared: "For glory!", raised his hand and threw the short spear in his hand first.

Behind him, all the Threth warriors roared in unison, and the sound of "Glory!" shook the mountain, and they were thrown at the same time. In an instant, the sky was filled with the roar of short spears breaking through the air.

Ahh

The sound of sharp blades entering the flesh one after another, accompanied by the screams of the dying people, woke up most of the remaining Russian warriors. Immediately, in Ivan's mournful shouting, the fire of survival was finally ignited.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Dead ...... Ahh

The shouts were echoed one after another, and although there were only half of these Russian fighters who retreated with Ivan and Boris, there were four or five hundred of them, which was nearly ten times the number of Serres.

In normal times, not to mention that one side has firearms, and the other side has pure cold weapons, the numerical superiority alone is enough to make the Serres pay the tragedy of total annihilation.

Fortunately, although these people are barely aroused by the desire to survive, they are still at the end of the crossbow, and they can't wear Lu Min anymore. In addition, without a few firearms, cold weapons and lack of training, it is already weak to win the battle.

And the Thress warriors also rushed so hard that most of them didn't have time to throw the second after throwing the first short spear. Without him, the distance is too close, and it has lost the kinetic space to control the enemy from a distance.

This is also due to the fact that the Russians almost lost the sluggishness of resistance at the beginning, but they invisibly escaped because of it. There is nothing more wonderful than this.

However, although there is a lack of long-range strikes, the Thress warriors, who are almost invincible in close combat, have finally rushed into the enemy, and they have completely exerted their terrifying combat power.

With a roar from Olisses, all the Threth warriors gave up their spears, drew their huge double-edged battle axes with their backhands, and began the slaughter as if they were chopping melons and vegetables.

Yes, it's a massacre!

Superior physical strength, absolute superiority of weapons, and fanatical belief all turned out to be devastating.

Severed limbs and stumps flew in the sky, heads rolled wildly, and screams came and went. The blood that flowed on the ground soon accumulated into a river, meandering and flowing, eventually seeping into the ground and becoming the nourishment for the earth.

In mid-air, a large area of blood and qi rose into a mist, half floating and half calm, making people suck it in one breath as if they had drunk human blood.

Nearly 500 Russian soldiers struggled with red eyes, constantly rushing up and falling, and at the foot of the entire mountain, blood flowed and stumps rained like rain, like a picture of Shura's hell.

Moose was covered in blood, his two brass bell-like eyes shot a fierce and bright light, and the battle axe that he snatched from the hands of a Threis warrior was like a circle of blades, and no one dared to approach him with the courage of a Thris warrior.

The Vikings, a race also known for their strong hand-to-hand combat, finally showed a terrifying fighting power at this moment.

"Come on, come on, come again!Hahaha, Moose likes this feeling, Moose is going to break your neck, put your head in the *, hahahahaha. He shouted and leaped wildly, like a madman.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a terrible and short scream came from behind him, and the screaming and fighting Moose suffocated violently, turned around sharply to look, and suddenly his eyes were about to split.

"——!No," he shouted, watching a few meters away from him, the head of his master, Boris, flew high, and below, a blood-colored rainbow rushed up more than three feet high.......