More than a dozen brown-feathered, ordinary Jupeng birds, followed behind the gray Jupeng bird, and flew over. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe cavalry on the back of the ordinary giant peng bird threw barrels of spell bombs from the sky one after another. Bang! bang...

The barrel spell bomb was nowhere near as powerful as a modern grenade, and only slightly more powerful than a black powder bomb, but it was enough to blast the heavily armored cavalry on the ground off the back of the beast.

However, due to the very limited bomb load of the Jupeng Bird, the accuracy of manually dropping bombs from the air is also very low, making it difficult to hit directly. As a result, none of the heavy cavalrymen who were bombarded by the spell bomb died.

"Leave these stinky birds alone. Rush me!-" Seeing the group of giant birds that suddenly appeared in the air, hundreds of heavily armored cavalry closest to this coconut grove, led by a captain, all rushed straight over.

With hundreds of heavily armored cavalry, the camp on this side is getting closer and closer. Hundreds of giant peng birds also flew over this coconut grove one after another. Barrels of spell bombs continued to rain down from the sky, blasting down the arriving heavy cavalry, one by one, from the backs of rhinoceros-like behemoths. Bang! bang...

I saw that some of the heavy cavalrymen who had fallen to the ground tried to climb back on the back of the beast, and some of them raised their battle axes and trotted all the way to the camp. The steel cans are so heavy that they can't run fast at all.

"Use anti-magic potions!" the captain of the heavy cavalry ordered his subordinates. So, without hesitation, the steel cans cast bags of expensive anti-magic potions on themselves, and they did not move in the shock wave formed by the explosion.

As the first group army, it is also the strongest elite of the entire Duanfeierta, the terrifying barbarian orc legion, the frontal tough melee troops, and the heavy cavalry of the Praetorian Heavy Cavalry Corps, all of which use the best standard weapons and equipment, and the training, organization, and morale are far superior to ordinary troops.

The spell bomb was immediately ineffective against the steel cans.

"Change your tactics!Immediately drop three spell bombs: smoke, flash, and tear gas. Seeing this, Crook Xun, who was riding on the back of the gray giant peng, immediately commanded his subordinates.

After receiving the order, the Jupeng Bird Cavalry immediately threw three spell bombs with different properties that could produce pitch-black smoke, emit dazzling bright light, and have tear-jerking effects. Bang! bang... Plumes of pitch-black smoke suddenly filled the battlefield.

On the ground, on the snow yo's side.

"The spirit of the sacred tree, the body of all things. Please guide me to shoot the deadly arrows..."Noyachenko, who was hiding in the coconut grove, drew his golden longbow and shot out of his hand one arrow after another, smeared with poison. -- Pursuit.

"Ahem!"..."Ahem!-"... At this moment, the heavy cavalrymen closest to the camp were in a state of temporary blindness, constantly shedding tears and snot and coughing. Noyachenko's arrows were unbiased, as if they had eyes, and each one hit the throat of a heavily armored cavalryman with unmistakable accuracy.

As a result, several heavy armored cavalrymen who rushed to the front immediately fell from the back of the beast and were killed instantly.

"The Spirit of the Earth, the Mother of All Things. Please fill the ground in front of me with mud..."Xue You and Sister Yan, who were holding the pudding in their arms, also stood behind Noyachenko at this time, and chanted a spell from their mouths. -- Muddy.

The camp next to the coconut grove was already damp by the night's thick fog, and it immediately became damp. The dirt and gravel on the ground mixed together, creating a black mud flat like quicksand.

"What's going on!?" "Something is wrong!"... As soon as the heavy cavalry marching on foot rushed into the camp, they immediately trampled on the muddy sandy ground with one foot deep and one step shallow.

"Damn!-" "I can't get up!-"... Because the armor on their bodies was too heavy, they had not taken a few steps before they fell to the ground, and their faces were covered with black mud, and they could only crawl on the ground one by one.

"Bastard!--Your Majesty Memphis, General Thunderstorm, we need reinforcements!--" The captain of the heavy cavalry stared in front of him, and the large black smoke could not dissipate for a while, and as he shouted, he shot a purple spell flare into the sky with a bamboo tube.

"The spirit of demonic fire, the form of all things. Please make its body boil with thirsty killing blood..."... The 10,000 heavily armored cavalry who stood by saw the purple flares rise into the sky, and once again chanted incantations and cast bloodlust on their mounts.

"Moo!-"... The beasts under them were flushed with steaming heat, their bloodshot eyes gasping for breath, the big horns of their heads pointed in front of them, and their right front legs slammed into the ground.

"Moo!-Moo!-"... Immediately after, the 10,000-looking giant beasts with the appearance of a rhinoceros, carrying their masters, rushed in a neat line to the place where the purple signal flare was lifted into the air.

Memphis and thunderstorms over there. Wherever the 1,500 heavily armored cavalry they led, all the big trees were broken by the waist, and the small trees were uprooted, and they chased for a long time, but still did not catch up, and the nearly 100 black-clothed swordsmen led by Firid were still not captured.

If they were just running in a straight line, the speed of the mounts of Memphis and the others would undoubtedly be much faster than that of the black-clothed swordsmen. But Freid took full advantage of the human shift to greater flexibility, directing the members of the troupe to go around in circles among the coconut groves.

"Damn!-You eggless rats!--Don't run if you have one!--Come and fight the general to the death!" Thunderstorm saw the cunning enemy and scurry up and down in the woods, anxious and helpless, so he could only tear out his thick voice and shout loudly.

"To fight a war, you have to use your brains and pay attention to strategy. You just want to be brave and ruthless, and you can fight wildly. What day will you learn?" Memphis saw this, and was disappointed by the thunderstorm on the sidelines.

"Your Majesty's lesson is very true. I sincerely ask you for advice, what should I do now?" Thunderstorm heard this, immediately clenched his fists, and bowed to Memphis, asking for instructions.

"Don't you have found a pattern yet? Every time they run in the direction of Galia, or the coast, they can't go far, and they change direction. Running to the coast is, of course, a dead end. But running in the direction of Galia is clearly a rendezvous with Krosso's army.

Why didn't they go? instead, lure us further and further away from where they appeared -- there's definitely something strange about it!" Memphis dissected the current situation on the battlefield with an old-fashioned eye, and felt that something was not quite right.

"So what should our army do next?" Thunderstorm couldn't think of any solution to the problem, and continued to consult Memphis.

"Where they appeared, the old man had reserved 10,000 troops there to standby, and 500 launched a search. No matter who is there, there is no escape. The fifteen hundred men on our side only need to concentrate on Firid. Ferid is playing in circles with us right now.

It's not hard to catch them... You... You..."Memphis arranged several captains of heavy cavalry, each with a few hundred men and the main force separated, and did not directly pursue Fried, but took advantage of the advantage of numbers and straight-line speed to outflank the left and right flanks respectively, and intercepted and flanked the royal swordsmen in front and rear.

This time. Due to the long and fastest trek, the white phosgene wrapped around the calves and feet of the black-clothed swordsmen had gradually weakened to the point that it had almost disappeared. Everyone except Fried was sweating profusely, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Whew... Whew..."Some black-clothed swordsmen were constantly wheezing, and they were too tired to keep up.

"Please hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer. I believe that General Krosso's reinforcements are coming soon. Firid shouted encouragement to his comrades.

"Commander!--everyone has reached the limit, and now there is only this speed at the earliest. Please leave us alone and run away first. "It's still the veteran squad leader with the Ghost Demon Slasher, running side by side with Fried, shouting and persuading.

"yes, yes. "Commander, we can't escape, we're going to die." If you stay with us, we will not be able to escape, and we will die. You don't stay with us, you run away alone. You can't die--"..."The brothers don't want to be a burden and drag you to die together!-"...

"Semitic fathers and fellow villagers, I still look forward to your return and bring hope to everyone!" The black-clothed swordsmen who followed Fried took the words of the veteran squad leader one after another, and persuaded them loudly.

The core members of this group of former Holy Swordsmen were all born in the Semitic continent, and they came from various regions conquered by Suriname, and all of them were selected from the guerrillas who resisted Suriname.

"This—" A cloud of tears rolled in Fried's eyes. The Twin Swordsmen were speechless for a while, which was extremely rare. Suddenly, he noticed a small group of heavily armored cavalry appear in front of him, blocking the way.

"Brothers!—we are surrounded and have no way out! Think of the two hundred brothers who died not long ago outside the city of Klein. Reinforcements can't save the fire from far away. Everyone has no choice but to fight!" Firid drew two power swords from his waist and both hands at the same time, and led the black-clothed swordsmen to rush towards the enemy in front of him with a war cry. (To be continued.) )