"Ambush!" terrible thoughts flashed through Hendra's mind like lightning, and his heart contracted violently.

Since the birth of war, ambush as an ancient but effective tactic has never completely disappeared, and once successful, it can often have the miraculous effect of reversing victory and defeat.

The brown bear roar was all Hendra's heart and hope, and frankly, he could not afford to be defeated.

Fortunately, the scene of the enemy army pouring out like a tide did not appear, but seventy or eighty people became two hundred. The brown bear roaring still maintained a tenfold numerical advantage, and this ratio in plains battles often means complete crushing.

And—

"Heavy cavalry, attack immediately!" Hendra didn't want to see any surprises, and played his trump card.

The dull sound of horses' hooves began to sound, at first slowly and noisy, but soon became dense, even drowning out the shouts of thousands of infantry.

The momentum generated by the heavy cavalry charge can only be described as terrifying. Each rider weighed more than half a ton with armor, and its four hooves flew to the ground to crush the blades of grass, and when they swept forward, they were like a thunderbolt. Such a heavy force finally converges on a single steel gun, and it must be indestructible!

And such cavalry is a full two hundred men in the same formation!

Not to mention that there are many officers among them who have a fighting spirit, and the riding guns in their hands exude colorful brilliance.

After a hundred finger bends at most, they will crash directly into the formation of the high mountain fort from the flanks, and even a giant dragon will definitely not be able to resist the spear thrust of hundreds of heavy horsemen with its physical body, let alone just a group of slightly stronger mortals!

Hendra waited for a hundred bends to be the final word, and the cavalry was looking forward to a hundred bends to build up their feats.

But this is only a hundred times, and for the front-line infantry, it seems like an endless hell, or a ridiculous nightmare.

As they do in their daily training, they cooperate with each other to attack the enemy with spears, heavy swords, and armor-piercing hammers. The skillful movements, orderly rhythm, and reasonable collocation all show that every drop of sweat they shed on the martial arts arena is worth it, and these former farmers who have not been in the military service long ago are now enough to be called warriors.

But this effort is meaningless in front of the enemy, if they are qualified warriors, then the opponent is at least a generation of grandmasters, if not to reach the transcendent sainthood.

They were greeted by tomahawks and greatswords that fell from their heads and faces, and the warriors were not wooden targets to be slaughtered, and they immediately tried to block them with shields or weapons.

No one can say that there is a problem with the response, but unfortunately, under the premise of a wide range of strength, the correct response may not bring the right result. And letting a group of new warriors resist the unrivaled warriors of the High Mountain Castle may be a mistake in itself.

Blocking was completely useless, not because the enemy had used some subtle martial arts, but because the battle axe was so powerful that it could easily cut people with weapons in two.

The most terrifying thing was the heavy swordsman, who was much shorter than the other heavy infantry, but the weapons he used were the most exaggerated and heavy, and the blade was wide enough to be used as a bed board for a seven or eight-year-old child.

I don't know where the terrible strength came from, the flesh was as fragile as papyrus in front of him, and a horizontal slash was enough to permanently separate the upper and lower bodies of everyone in the entire fan-shaped range in front of him. scared the lucky ones who escaped by luck outside the edge to the point of feces and urine on the spot.

And when he uses the vertical split, the victim can't expect to leave a slightly intact body behind.

The centaur's bow and arrow also suddenly became sharper, and when shot at the wooden shield, it could smash a hole, and then pierce it with the shield hand behind it. Some centaurs seem to find it inefficient to use bows and arrows, and simply draw their cutlass and join the front line of hand-to-hand combat.

Strength suppression, size suppression, equipment suppression.

In this confrontation of tens to one, it was actually the superior side in numbers who could not resist the retreat, while the inferior side was advancing with a roar, leaving behind a land of flesh and blood stumps that stained the ground red.

It was not a close fight, but a golden-crowned gladiator weighing two hundred pounds beating children heartily, and no matter how many of them were given in vain.

The brown bear roared, and the infantry soon realized that trying to defeat such an opponent would be self-defeating, and that courage was melting like snowflakes in the scorching sun.

The only thing that could support them to continue without a rout was the heavy cavalry comrades who were about to arrive. They still want to believe that the terrifying lethality of the heavy cavalry is enough to solve all problems.

And the barbarians and centaurs were still chopping and chopping wildly, as if they didn't see the heavy cavalry that was getting closer and closer not far away.

The corners of Hendra's mouth curled slightly, listening to the tide of sycophants around him.

But the next moment, a long, low, loud hiss suddenly sounded from the reeds on the riverbank, followed by another one.

A series of neighs rang out one after another, and the tall reeds of the jungle were easily trampled on the ground like wheat straw, and what had been hidden by it finally revealed its true face.

Hendra was originally surrounded by a circle of people talking, laughing, and slapping flattery, waiting for the moment of victory, but at this moment, it was as if the time stop switch had been pressed, and it was eerily quiet. Their mouths were wide open, their throats gurgling, but they couldn't say a word.

The violent horror made his mind go blank, and only the pupils contracted violently with the sphincter.

It was a huge earthly dragon as a small mountain, covered in heavy beast armor with sharp edges and corners, like an ancient calamity that had come out of a mythological epic, and exuded a terrifying aura that made the enemy desperate.

There they stood there was a wall of walls, and what was even more suffocating was that the walls were gradually accelerating under the impetus of the knights on their backs, and the mud that was enough to trap the horse's legs was not enough for the earthly dragons to be knee-long, and it was no obstacle at all.

The earth began to tremble violently, and the otherwise calm water of the river rippled with waves. It was like a natural disaster that struck, and the waterfowl and beasts that perched on the reeds screamed and fled in all directions.

The seemingly huge and bulky Earth Walking Dragon, under the tacit guidance of the riders of the same tire, actually stepped out of the neat steps of hundreds of people in the same tune!

This degree of coordination, which appears in any cavalry unit, is definitely a symbol of elite.

And directly in front were two hundred-man heavy cavalry troops roaring from the Brown Bear Roaring Legion.

As a heavy mount, the Earth Dragons are inherently weak in terms of agility, and while their charging power is unrivaled, their speed and stamina are far from excellent.

If the distance is far enough, the heavy cavalry roaring by the brown bear has every chance to turn around and avoid the battle, and the Khwarak war horses under their crotch are already good at short-distance speed, and the earth walking dragon can definitely only follow behind and eat ashes.

But it's too late to talk about "ifs" at this moment, there is no regret in the world, and the reality is cruel - the distance between the two sides is rapidly shrinking, and there is no room for a turn.

At this time, a forced U-turn is to give the most vulnerable flank to the enemy, which is equivalent to suicide!