The archers quickly drew their bows and shot arrows into the sky, the first row of archers immediately retreated after shooting, and the second row of archers had been preparing for a long time, stepped forward and drew their bows, and shot them out without stopping.

They immediately retreated after shooting, and the archers who had retreated for the first time had already set up their arrows and stepped forward again, and so on and so forth, without a single interval.

This alternating shot is a shooting tactic invented by Duke Mellon to maximize the frequency of archers' attacks, and it is equally applicable to attack and defend.

The arrows shot by the archers of Bolton City were like black locusts, black and overwhelming, covering the sky, and although the attacking Saint-Malo soldiers had shields to cover them, they could not stop the omnipresent stray arrows.

Arrows fell from the sky and increased their speed and attack power by falling, and they drilled wildly from places where the shield was not protected, like maggots on tarsal bones, biting their flesh and blood, and people fell from arrows one after another on the battlefield.

Frank also joined the Archer Corps at this time, but he was looking for targets in the guise of non-commissioned officers.

He scanned the battlefield with his eyes, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, he observed and searched, not letting go of any prey, and every time he saw a target, he gave him an arrow, and each arrow was an arrow through the throat, so accurate and wonderful archery really shocked the archers of the archer regiment.

Compared with the teenagers in front of them, their archery skills with their eyes closed and shooting randomly are not called archery skills at all, they can only be regarded as children's play.

At this moment, even the top marksmen in their corps were ashamed of themselves, feeling that their hard work over the years had been in vain.

On St. Malo's side, because the officers of all levels who commanded the battle in the army formation were shot by Frank one by one, the orders of their superiors could not be carried out smoothly, and they immediately fell into confusion.

It's like if the machine in operation is missing a small screw, but it can still operate normally, it may not matter at all with or without this screw, but if the bearing is broken, then the machine will be paralyzed instantly!

At the age of 23, Walter, the commander of the Seventh Legion of the Kingdom of Saint-Malo, was the youngest commander in the kingdom.

Walter prides himself on his strong martial arts, and the armor he wears does not make the slightest disguise, in order to be handsome and handsome, he always dresses his armor with bright patterns and gems, making himself extremely eye-catching, for fear of falling into clichés, and not showing his identity and temperament.

A commander dressed in such a swagger did not hide in the rear, but even charged fearlessly, so that a striking target could easily be targeted by Frank to shoot.

Walter, who had been smooth sailing all these years without setbacks, had no idea that today would encounter the greatest catastrophe of his life.

Today, Walter led the way as usual, screaming desperately at the front of the line.

Suddenly, he saw a cold light shooting from the city wall, aiming directly at his throat! He knew that this was just an arrow, and it posed no threat to him at all, but he saw the long sword in his hand lightly and shoot the arrow away.

Walter continued to charge, not paying any attention, he felt that this was just a stray arrow in the melee.

But what he didn't imagine was that before he could take another three steps, another arrow shot from the city wall!

The target of this arrow is actually his own throat! As smart as Walter suddenly understood that something was wrong with this matter, how could there be such a coincidence in the world?

One coincidence can be justified, but both times are the same goal, which can only be said that this arrow is clearly aimed at itself.

As he had expected, when he struck the arrow again, a third, a fourth, came one after another, and their targets were all directed at his throat!

Walter's calm expression disappeared in an instant, and this time he finally knew that he was being targeted by a sharpshooter!

Although he was a little surprised, it was not enough for him to be cautious enough, after all, if he could block the attack of the arrows, then he was not in any danger.

However, when he shot the fourth arrow and ushered in the fifth, he realized that he was wrong.

The fifth arrow was not coming at him, but it was shot from his left side, from the blind corner of his vision, at a very tricky angle!

Walter, who was staring at the front, didn't even notice the arrow, and it wasn't until his personal guard had caught it and reminded him loudly that he finally saw it.

But at this time, the arrow was only less than two or three meters away from him, and it was too late to shoot it down.

At this time, Walter didn't care about his identity and temperament, only to see his eyes widen and let out a "ahhhhh

A lazy donkey came to the ground and jumped up quickly after rolling on the ground, and he suddenly shouted in panic, "Shield-guard, shield-guard, come and protect me!!"

Walter, who had just been frightened by the arrow, suddenly did not dare to underestimate the enemy again, and with his shout, he was immediately surrounded by six guards with large shields.

Walter was surrounded by a large shield of one man in the hands of the shield-wielding guards, and the iron bucket phalanx was unbreakable, which made his heart feel much more stable.

"What a great marksman, hmph! Unfortunately, the person who can kill me Walter hasn't been born yet!"

Walter has never been so embarrassed since he was born, but he is closely protected by six shield-wielding guards, and he doesn't believe that the other party can make any more waves!

The large shields of the shield-wielding guards can cover their whole bodies, because the arrows are all from the top of their heads, so the guards hold their shields high and guard them strictly, not giving each other the slightest chance.

However, although they defended their heads, they ignored the other attacks from the ground, for they had no idea what kind of unusual archer they were up against.

Just as Walter and the others thought they were moving forward without flaws, something unexpected suddenly happened.

They saw a reddish arrow suddenly fall on the ground in front of them, and they wondered, was this arrow bluffing? Why didn't it land on a shield or armor? Or was it not accurate enough to miss?

However, Walter didn't know that this strange arrow glowing red was the beginning of his nightmare, and what happened to him next was something he would never forget!

Of course, this premise is that he is still alive.