After receiving the message from his men, Kafir slammed up from his stool and kicked on the tactical table, shouting loudly at the sound of tables and chairs toppling over, "Waste, a bunch of waste!" Prepare me for armor, and I'm going to meet these guys myself. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Griffith, on the other hand, was wearing light black armor and riding on a tall white horse, galloping from the distant horizon.

Behind him, a group of uniformly shaped cavalrymen, holding riding spears, followed behind the big demon, like a young but determined torrent, mighty and mighty, rushing to kill in the face of hardship.

Ahead was already the identification zone of the defenders of the Sakura Kingdom, Griffith sat on his horse, raised the war knife in his hand, and lowered the steel armor on his face, covering his cold cheeks, leaving only his eyes and nostrils to breathe.

"Follow me!!"

A torrent of light black steel crashed into the tent bags that rose high in the rain and mist, and in a second, the panicked crowd and the sound of trumpets filled the entire land......

……

Griffith arranged 1,000 guards into small triangular echelons, and finally the small echelons were arranged with each other to form a large attack triangle formation of 1,000 men with Griffith as the arrow.

This is one of the battle formations commonly used in the era of cold weapons, and it is very aggressive. It's like an oversized drill that tears through any enemy that dares to stand in its way.

Of course, there are also disadvantages, that is, the drill tip of the entire triangular drill bit must be sharp and indestructible.

Moreover, these thousand soldiers, at best, are called the Guards, and if they don't sound good, they are standard recruits with a bit of brute force. They were trained when they were in the palace, and Prince Anta's character is probably not less **** practice, gritting his teeth and persevering, so there is always some rootless and inflated self-confidence along the way.

And this, for now, can be regarded as a positive side.

But a soldier who has never been on the battlefield and has not seen blood, no matter how strong the individual strength is, is always a recruit. Such a unit may be well-disciplined and can fight a favorable battle. Once the situation falls into a disadvantage, the quagmire, the lack of strong psychological construction and the ensuing collapse are only a matter of moments.

It's too young after all.

Griffith naturally knew that there was such a problem with the hastily pulled out soldier system, and so did Prince Anta and the generals who had brought veterans with them all their lives.

Therefore, when Griffith's plan to borrow Beyers' guards to reinforce the city of Bolang came out, the first reaction of the crowd was not for or against, but silence.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the city of Braun, which is surrounded on three sides, is under a situation of great headwinds. It is not enough to defend the city, and it is even more difficult to make other achievements.

Griffiths waved his army north to relieve the siege, and it was inevitable that he would collide with the Fourth Division of the Sakura Kingdom, and it might be a fierce battle at that time. The 2,000 recruits, under the overwhelming noise and psychological pressure of death in adversity, can only resign themselves to fate.

It's just that what Prince Anta didn't expect was that on Griffith's side, the owner Liang Qiuzhi knew that this bug-like satellite radar existed. Relying on the spirit of controlling reptiles, birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, Liang Qiu Zhizhi took 2,000 soldiers and crows and hawthorns in various circles, successfully evaded the opponent's reconnaissance area and went deep behind the enemy.

And Griffith, an old antique who has lived for many years, is also very outstanding in his ability to control the battlefield. When he saw that the other party had risked his life to attack the city, and the enemy's base camp was empty, he keenly sensed the fighters.

He kept the team to hold back until the invading team penetrated deep into the city of Braun, and then tried to meet the dagger. With those recruits who were full of excitement and eager to make a contribution, they screamed and rushed over.

In order to ensure that the battle array giant has enough impact, the mount that Griffith and the others sit on is the best white crystal horse in Prince Anta's own town. Its horse's eyes are like crystals, and its endurance and explosiveness are outstanding.

In order to maximize the advantages of the cavalry, the Great Demon ordered the 1,000 cavalry to drop their weights, leaving only light armor, spears and short knives to assist the attack, in order to ensure the flexibility and mobility of the queue while ensuring the lethality of the army.

In the end, Griffith personally served as the 'drill' of the triangle queue, riding a thousand and tearing apart the opponent's formation. This method of warfare is one of the first-class tactics in the era of cold weapons, and it is simple to change formations, does not require particularly accurate cohesion and deduction, and does not require tacit understanding and coordination of soldiers in the battle array. The only secret to invincibility is that the drill bit of the triangle battle formation must be strong. It is so strong that in the face of any enemy, it can be like a bamboo, driving the entire queue to run like a needle and the wind, irresistible -- this is almost an extreme tactical means to accumulate all the contradictions and pressure on the person who leads the spearhead.

Unfortunately, the big demon has just comprehended the power realm of the first realm of the power realm, and in the case of abandoning agility, he can temporarily turn himself into a fierce man who can carry the peak.

And on the chaotic battlefield, as a charging commander, the most useless thing is agility and body skills. The surroundings are densely packed with people, and they can't hide. This situation, as described by a saying that circulated on the earth before, - don't be cowardly, be positive. Griffith, who had previously walked a balanced stream, was charging into the battle, which was a complete shortcoming. But now it's different.

Therefore, after a short rapid march, the Great Demon side and the defenders of the Sakura Kingdom met each other in close arms. The other side is about 5,000 mixed cavalry, and the commander is a middle-aged man with a serious face, blind in one eye, and when his gaze passes, it seems to be a blade.

The big demon stood on the horse and looked back coldly, without any words, when he rushed down from the hillside, Griffith simply and neatly activated his own power realm mode, he was wearing treasure armor, holding a powerful machete in his hand, under the surging killing intent and momentum, it was simply a person blocking the killing Buddha and blocking the killing Buddha, and became a heavy tank in the era of cold weapons.

Because Griffith rode a thousand horses to make the drill of the battle array, the huge power that erupted from his arm knocked the person into the air under the charge bonus of the war horse.

He was like a wedge, tearing open the enemy's rift, and then letting his bloated and tense body squeeze through the local camp.

On the battlefield where people were neighing on their horses, the big demon grabbed the reins in one hand, and the long knife in his hand slashed out. The first realm sword intent of the great demon Lunqi from the Gulun era did not flow in his heart, venting and venting, and the thousand soldiers behind him only felt a charging force that drove into the broken bamboo, and was involuntarily pulled, accelerating and accelerating - the triangle queue collided head-on with the panicked crowd of the other party, like poking paper, the solid spearhead was sharp and heavy, and the other party was scattered.

The triangular military formation is next to each other, the people in the back follow the people in front, the people in front follow the people in front, regardless of it, desperately waving the guy in his hand, cutting people indiscriminately, all the way through.

There were people all around their bodies, and the shining light of the knife and the sharpness pierced their eyes and hearts. Under the blood vessels of the skin, boiling blood surged, and someone had a broken arm, and before he knew it, he roared with red eyes, shouting and chopping. No matter how good you say it before, no matter how beautiful you think about it, on the difficult battlefield where you are dying, there is no rhetoric, and there is no place for reason. Everyone was stirred by the blood, their heads were blank, and after cutting for a long time, they only knew how to kill, kill...... They felt as if their bodies had turned into blades, weaving through the crowds of the Sakura Kingdom, tearing them apart.

Countless people and knives reflecting the indifferent brilliance were connected in the sight, countless enemies shouted, and so did the people on Griffith's side. The sky was thrown into chaos at this time. Another cold hedge set off a wave of people, several human heads rolled down into the loess, and the black short knife spear swung down coldly with the little rain......

Hundreds of horses galloped across the slightly wet mountain terrain, their shoriel-nailed hind hooves digging into the soft soil, making a wet muddy hole.

Griffith sat high on horseback, his long knife like a sharp hammer, slashing at the chest of a lightly armored warrior.

The blade swept through the warrior's armor and body, and smashed into another warrior behind him. The huge force made the warrior suddenly lift his feet off the ground, fly out five or six meters, and overwhelm a group of compatriots.

The soldier had a sharp pain in his chest, and he broke some ribs.

He is a veteran of the battlefield, with a short temper and full of blood. When you roar angrily, you have to fight to stand up regardless of it.

It's just that he just turned over and was about to strain his hind limbs and stand upright. But I found that my vision suddenly darkened, and hundreds of tall and galloping horses, carrying hundreds of kilograms of their owners, jumped high and trampled down fiercely......

Griffith didn't stop, the black knife in his hand was like a tiger coming down the mountain, or like a hungry lion, or slashing left or right, always able to beat people with indomitable flesh and blood, and the flesh was scattered—there was no one to do it!

The expressionless cold mask enveloped the young face of the big demon, and the horse under the crotch gasped for white breath in the thin rain line. He is the tip of a giant drill, the horn of a rhinoceros that doesn't stop running when it starts. He also gasped like a war horse, and his momentum became more and more intense and hot. The dense enemy in front of him rushed to his face, and he swung his knife fiercely, and was thrown out again......

The long black knife shook off the air, and the slashed blade swept across the fan, cutting through the pieces of viscosity.

The troops behind shouted bloodthirsty and frenziedly, alternating their spears with melee swords, occasionally being dragged off their horses, stabbed to death, or dismembered by their swords. At this moment, everyone went crazy. Griffith's hair was wet from the rain, sticking to his forehead, and as he frantically moved, it tossed like kelp. The 1,000 soldiers behind him had also lost their minds, their bodies shaking as they held their swords, belated attacks of fear, but with a faint sense of excitement. With the blessing of the battle array, these high-speed moving cavalry were covered in thorns, and every pore was equipped with blades, they were part of a group of meat grinders, and they could not maintain the high-speed operation of the triangular machine.

Speed is the life of a cavalryman.

The wind in his ears was whining wildly, and there were sounds all around, buzzing, and the squad leader at the front of the team seemed to have heard the order, and he turned his head in the rain with a big knife and roared 'what...... You say ......', but you don't hear any response.

"Kill them all......" Far away, he seemed to hear someone shouting like this, so he felt his blood rush and full of strength.

Every inch of the arm muscle fibers are throbbing, and they are playing a song called Man and Glory.

The soldier cast a hard shadow on the horse's back, swinging his knife excitedly and numbly...... There is a solid touch on the hilt. It's just that the eyes haven't had time to confirm the results of the battle, and the figure who was stabbed has been left behind by the surging speed. Immediately the sight was drowned out by stumps, blood and blades, and everyone's eyes were pulled into a line, and the eyes full of yellow sand and blood and the enemy's angry and vain heads immediately felt suddenly empty......

They had already penetrated the enemy's positions from south to north.

Griffith kept walking, holding a long black knife stained with blood and flesh, and continued to run.

"Let's kill back...... Kill back...... them again, kill them again......" In the reflection of the long knife and the neighing of the horses, I heard only someone shouting.

Then Griffith turned his horse's head, and the whole huge bloated triangle made a great circle, and plunged headlong into it from the west side of the other camp.

"Give this group of bitches a little bit of color and look at ......"

This vain charge and the extremely powerful triangular crushing formation made the unprepared Chinese army tent of the Third Legion of the Sakura Kingdom instantly burst chrysanthemums.

The soldiers hurriedly picked up their weapons, called for their friends, and just organized a queue, they were crushed, cut off, and scattered by the oncoming charge.

The chaotic crowd was heavily cut through the middle by a thousand people like steel nails and drills, and the flow of people was blocked in a panic. Someone shouted 'stay calm,' 'lean toward me,' and 'don't panic, don't panic,...... and was shot......

The cavalry warriors with white horses and black armor are 'brave and good at fighting', perhaps their tactics are not skilled enough, and they can often see black-armored soldiers with excessively protruding bodies being dragged down from their horses by their own people and hacked to death.

However, the other party's self-confidence and enthusiasm that surpassed the strength itself pushed them hard, making them run faster and cut more. Apparently the mobilization of the Great Demon before the war played a role - and perhaps by this time, the soldiers on Griffith's side were already thinking - how strong we were!

Of course, this is just an illusion of the mirror.

Kafir came out of the tent and frowned involuntarily as he looked at the billowing smoke and dust brought up by the returning army.

The steady commander of the army was wearing bright red armor at this time, and he was also riding a war horse. The thin commander of the Third Army stood coldly under the rain and fog, watching the washed out and chaotic soldiers huddle together in an orderly manner. Someone whispered in his ear as he blew a trumpet and beat a drum to gather the remnants.

And the young general shook his head slowly at this moment.

The ...... that can't be recovered