Alive, alive...... Although his face rubbed to the ground, his nose was stained with ash, and the whole person was very embarrassed, his body was intact and he was able to move.

Rumble!

A fireball slammed straight from behind into the carriage carrying the mage on the opposite side, as if to save some face.

The flaming fireball, as if it was about to send the concept of "fire" into the enemy's ranks, fell straight down on the enemy with a light strong enough to ignite the winter chill.

The Vichy mage swung his staff and summoned a twisted barrier to block the fireball.

The two mages stopped moving, as if they were all waiting for something.

"Rise!!charge!!" At the right time, Freud stood up, swung his sword and roared in order.

Lear pulled Wei Ken up, "Can you still move?"

"Yes. Wei Ken's eyes were a little gloomy, and there was still a trace of fear at this time.

This is the third time since I came into this world that I feel scared.

The first time is the loneliness caused by the language barrier and the lack of relatives. The second time was when he was almost killed by a bandit who was behind him during the bandit crusade. Now, it's the third time, and I've just brushed shoulders with death.

Those magicians, like humanoid tanks in the age of cold weapons, will crush and devour everyone and burn them to ashes.

"Can we really beat those monsters?" said Wicken, clenching the spear in his hand.

"I can't beat it. Lear shook his head very dryly, and then slapped Wei Ken's arm hard, "The old mages are fighting each other, and we minions are just going to kill the enemy's minions." ”

Soldier against soldier, general against general.

"Yes. Weken's gaze changed and he stared in the direction of the charge led by Floyd.

The Vichy forces, sensing Freud's charge, also sent a miscellaneous force to meet them.

"Kill them all, and tonight, we'll go back to the camp and eat meat!" Lear waved his arm, and several soldiers around him immediately followed.

You can only go on.

With his spear in hand, Weken tried not to keep his eyes above his head, and the thundercloud, which did not seem to have any intention of disappearing, followed Floyd with all his attention, charging at the enemy.

The spear in his hand is worth relying on, and if he reaches the mage directly in front of the opposite mage, he should be able to kill them with these "mortal irons", right?

The steps gradually became firmer, and the situation of being frightened by the magic that I had never seen before was no longer there.

"Only by plunging a spear into his heart before he casts his spell is the true way to fight a mage. ”

With a low groan, Weken sped up his run and rushed to the front line where Floyd was.

The spear clenched and struck hard.

The people on the other side were also miscellaneous soldiers, and they were the cannon fodder of the Vichy Empire. Except for the surprise of the sudden appearance of a noble magician among those cannon fodder, the combat effectiveness of their soldiers was not high at all. And now, their magicians retreated to confront their own magicians, and the pressure was greatly reduced.

A shot knocked over a Vichy Empire sword and shield soldier, and then made up for his limp body to confirm that he was really dead.

The miscellaneous soldiers of the two armies soon became entangled, and the blood soon stained the ground beneath their feet red.

With one more shot, killing a sinister who tried to sneak up on his comrade, Weken looked in the direction of Floyd.

"This ......" Wei Ken felt the gun in his hand suddenly slow for a second.

There were already more than a dozen enemy corpses around Freud, one of which seemed to belong to the enemy general.

Is this the strength of the knights?

A shot deflects the enemy's slashing attack, and Wei Ken backhands the gun into the enemy's lower abdomen. Drawn, and another shot into his frightened face, ending the other man's life.

"When am I going to reach the level of Freud?"

Only three enemies have been killed now, although they are more powerful than many recruits, and few of their comrades in the same period can do it. Among the veterans, his current record is also ranked first, but compared to the ups and downs of Lloyd, it is simply not worth mentioning.

Freud's swordsmanship is estimated to be at the level of a grandmaster, right? Not only swordsmanship, but also other combat methods......

"Is the 'fake' cultivated by the system always inferior to the 'real ability'?" Wei Ken stabbed his spear in the back of an enemy's waist, directly let go of his hand, drew his long sword, and cut off the opponent's head.

I can't imagine that more than a year ago, I was still an ignorant teenager who was about to enter college.

Death or something, always think that it is far away from yourself.

Whew!!

Step up and swing your sword and slash it with one blow. The next enemy raised his long knife and tried to swing it, but he fell in astonishment. On his neck, a blood streak burst out, and blood shot out.

"......" Weken frowned.

Is there a difference between high and low skills? When using a spear to hit four times in a row, it feels very difficult to kill an enemy. And as soon as it was replaced with swordsmanship, the killing efficiency immediately went up.

The enemy has taken on a decadent posture, seize the opportunity and harvest as many souls as possible.

The appearance of a powerful mage is very dangerous. In order to save your life, no matter how many souls you have, you can't have too few souls.

"Again—"

A sword slices open an enemy's arm, then plunges the blade straight into its side, smashing it straight into the heart and lungs. With the sword drawn, the corpse of the enemy fell limp, and only the hollow of the dead remained in his eyes.

Woo——!

The enemy directly sounded the horn of retreat!

"Win?" Weken looked not far away, and the enemy immediately fled backwards.

The war is over, and it's not so difficult......

All the rookies who survived had such a thought flashing through their minds.

"Assemble! Assemble in formation!"

Floyd yells, and Lear helps organize the queue.

"Isn't it over?" said Loku and Negar, who were fighting very obscenely. Their team has never been separated from beginning to end, and they are specially picking soft persimmons and pinching them on the side. Although they didn't kill many people, the team miraculously didn't kill a single person, not even a single wounded.

Eibar gasped, and as a long axeman, he was almost holding on, to replace the main killer who had been held by Werken before: "Rest, rest......"

Boom, burp, burp......

The ground, as if it was trembling, seemed to have turned into a drum surface, transmitting little vibrations from afar.

"That'......" Weken looked in the direction the tremors were coming from, "I, yes, God?"

How many heroes and heroes, how many good men have thought about galloping on horseback? Beside him were the mighty cavalry, all forming an iron hoof battle line and charging and killing the enemy.

But how many people dare to imagine that as a "weakling", they are charged by those cavalry who are dressed in armor and even their horses are equipped with war armor?

Can the shield hold back the hideous riding spear? Can that small piece of wooden shield, which is only a little better than a rotten piece of wood, really hold back those torrents of steel that exude murderous intent?

It is estimated that the thin shield will be directly penetrated, and together with the miscellaneous soldiers behind it, it will be skewered to death on the cavalry spear, right?

"Close!Shieldmen!Spearmen!! aim your spears at those bastards!!" Freud yelled.

Wei Ken's face froze, and he hurriedly inserted the sword back into its sheath and picked up the spear beside him.

Hiccup, boom—the eyes of the cavalrymen under their helmets, staring at their enemies.

Rumble!

In an instant, it was as if a flood had hit the levee.

This motley army did not even stop the first wave of charge.

Behind them, the friendly cavalry seemed to be ready to charge, and at this time they directly met the cavalry units of the Vichy Empire in a trap-shaped posture. Not only them, but even friendly mages, the magic attacks they provide directly into the charging enemy cavalry.

"Stand back!!" Floyd's voice was so insignificant in the middle of the battlefield.

"Retreat......" Wei Ken's face tightened.

Yes, from now on, this battlefield will not belong to us miscellaneous soldiers.