More than a dozen hoplites rushed out of those bandits, and their eyes were protruding, this is the rhythm of battle, if they use those dozen cavalry to charge into battle, there may be a little possibility, these dozen infantry, even if they are wearing heavy armor?

Sure enough, 50 cavalrymen lined up in 5 rows, 10 men in each row, leaving about two people between the two horsemen, kicking the tower, kicking the tower as if performing a dressage performance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition to a few two-handed swords in the hands of the dozen or so infantrymen, they were tower shields that were mostly half a person high, and they couldn't think of any use for the cavalry.

The 50 cavalrymen were not ready to run at all, they just took a mace from behind their horses, and none of them took off the cavalry guns, it was really useless.

More than a dozen infantry rushed into the cavalry array in despair, and before those with two-handed swords could swing their swords, maces fell on top of their heads.

After the mace of the knights in the first row smashed into the people, they didn't stop at all, they didn't even look to see if they were hit, whether they were killed or injured, they just kept in formation, danced the dressage step by step, and then smashed the mace at a bandit with a tower shield in the back.

The second row of knights walked briskly over to the few surviving infantrymen who were about to attack the front row of knights from behind, and slammed them down with a club.

The rows of cavalry who walked by did not look behind at all, and after the five rows of cavalry walked by, there were more than a dozen piles of scrap iron on the ground, and the red blood trickled out from the cracks in the scrap iron, and converged into a small river on the road, slowly flowing into the dirt on the side of the road, and the spear grass here will definitely be higher and denser in the coming year.

Ben watched this scene, he was extremely excited at the thought that he could kill those damned bandits like those cavalrymen for a while, his palms were already drenched in sweat, fortunately, he was wearing gloves, otherwise the sweat on his hands would probably make him unable to hold the crossbow.

He saw the bandits on horseback rushing towards the position of the 3rd platoon when the dozen or so infantry pounced on the cavalry, and when the infantry was drowned in the cavalry formation, all the 3rd platoon stood up, and there were also a dozen crossbowmen, and a dozen arrows took the lives of 5 or 6 bandit cavalry, and the others were rushing towards their positions.

When the bandits were still a stone's throw from their positions, the platoon commander shouted, "Crossbowmen!"

The fifteen crossbow archers who were squatting in the first row stood up with a "bang", the squad leader did not give the order at the first time, he believed that Ben would have handled it, and this was also to establish prestige for Ben.

Ben subconsciously glanced at the squad leader, the squad leader nodded to him, and he immediately shouted: "All of them, raise the crossbow, work in pairs, aim at the war horse! Strike in turn!1 group~, 2 groups~, 3 groups~, 4 groups~"

Ben himself and the 1 group acted together, and the 1 group aimed at the mount of the black tiger that rushed to the front, and the three crossbow arrows accurately penetrated the black tiger's war horse, lifting the black tiger off the war horse, and the other three groups also killed three war horses respectively. Almost at the same time, the squad leader's order was shouted: "Marksman, raise your crossbow! Strike with precision, shoot freely!"

As soon as he finished shouting, six arrows sank into the chests of the five cavalrymen, and the five ownerless war horses immediately galloped aimlessly on the battlefield.

Ben shouted another command, "Wind up, strike freely!" As soon as his command fell, he raised his crossbow again and aimed it at a bandit who had just gotten up from the ground, and the arrow went straight into the opponent's brain.

In just two breaths, more than a dozen cavalrymen were killed, and the platoon commander's order arrived: "All stand up and advance!" The platoon commander pulled the command knife with a knife flower, and then slashed forward fiercely. Fifty heavily armored warriors lined up in a neat line and pressed down on the bandit infantry, which was huddled together.

As early as when the black tiger fell off his horse, someone was shouting: "The leader has been shot dead!"

When the infantry who followed the cavalry heard that the leader was dead, they all stood down, and they were at a loss for what to do, and then they saw a bandit suddenly point to the small mountain pass and say a few words loudly, and then the overwhelmed infantry immediately ran desperately towards the small mountain pass.

In any case, these infantry were already within range of the ballista, and Ben commanded as he continued to advance: "All of them, target, enemy infantry phalanx, free fire!"

With that, he himself raised his crossbow and sent an arrow into the temple of one of the bandits, and Ben hung up another arrow and fired it again, no slower than the marksmen.

Then the entire queue of crossbow archers continued to shoot crossbow arrows, cutting the formation of the bandits little by little, but they were wearing heavy armor, and once those bandits ran, they couldn't catch up.

Ben was secretly anxious, he looked at the squad leader, and found that the squad leader was also looking at the platoon leader, and the platoon commander was still walking unhurriedly, without the consciousness that the enemy was about to run.

When the team was still a stone's throw from the road, the troops began to move laterally, and the phalanx on the right side of the troops slowly pressed towards the road as they did, as did the two opposing formations.

There were three infantry formations on the right side of the road, two infantry formations and one cavalry formation on the left side, and they were pressing the enemy towards the small mountain pass, and now I knew that there must be people in ambush on the small mountain pass, but it seems impossible to leave these bandits here.

At this moment, he saw that on the top of the small mountain pass, eight cavalrymen were arranged into a small sharp arrow, each knight drew his sword, the blade pointed forward, and the war horse ran little by little under the control of the warrior.

Ben felt that this little cavalry was a little strange, because their horse speed far exceeded the speed of the other cavalry charges, which cannot be explained by the reason that they used the downhill to accelerate, because the speed was already faster than the speed of the downhill charge, and if the heavy cavalry ran down like this, without the opposing cavalry charging at them, they themselves would break their horses' legs first.

The enemy, apparently aware of this state of affairs, slowed down and hurried out of way on both sides, only to get into range of the crossbows of the infantry formations pressed on both sides, and then again to be driven to the road by the crossbowmen on both sides.

This time and again, the bandits' formation was completely pulled apart, but it seemed that they were not in chaos, the small cavalry shouted and rushed into the enemy's military formation, bursts of blood mist flew into the air, and in an instant the bandits' military formation was chiseled through, the straight small cavalry rushed out twenty or thirty meters, and then turned the horse around, many of the affected infantry stood stupidly on the side of the road, opened their mouths wide, turned around and looked at this small cavalry unit blankly, they couldn't figure out why they ran so fast.

This group of death knights in black uniforms and without any armor suddenly appeared on this plain like the messengers of hell, they are the messengers of death, otherwise why don't they wear armor, it's terrible, these are nothing, when they rush over, they have to scream loudly, this sound is the most terrifying, listening to the ears is like a ghost roaring.

When they saw the horses turning their heads and roaring at them again, most of them broke down, and they ran in all directions, regardless of where they went, only to be shot into hedgehogs by the infantry who were waiting around them.

But there were some people in their right minds, they still ran firmly towards the small mountain pass, those cavalry screamed and rushed behind them, they did not dare to look back, they were afraid of seeing a steel knife slashed at their heads, they only thought that as long as they rushed up to the small mountain pass, they could escape, because there were no infantry pressing over there.

One of the bandits' infantrymen heard the screams overhead, and finally couldn't control himself, and he turned his head to see a hideous ...... It was actually a woman's face, and there were blood splatters on it, this was the last image he saw, because the next moment, the steel knife in the woman's hand slashed through his neck.

This scene was constantly magnified in the eyes of several bandits who turned their heads to check, when women can also kill, and kill so attentively, after killing so beautifully, these bandits no longer have even a little bit of courage, they only know how to run, the faster they run, the better, because they are less than a stone's throw away from the small mountain pass.

The cavalry behind them changed direction again, and they turned around and charged into the crowd, ignoring the bandits who had immediately ascended the small mountain pass.

The bandits breathed a sigh of relief, they slowed down, the joy of escaping immediately filled their chests and abdomen, the feeling of exhaustion crept up on their bodies, they wanted to lie down and rest at once, but as long as they had not crossed this small mountain pass, danger was still with them, and they struggled to move their legs, step by step towards freedom.

Then, they saw the logs strewn across the road, and they were stunned, and in this stunned time, a dozen crossbow arrows flew out of the grass on both sides, and drilled out of their bodies accurately.

The few people who were not shot immediately shouted and turned around and ran down the mountain, and after running for less than two steps, they stopped again, because the ghosts and gods who killed the gods and rode high-headed war horses came back again, and the place where they passed was a blood-stained alley.

One of the bandits' nerves broke down completely, and he cried "Mommy, Mommy." He pulled out a richly decorated dagger from his waist, and without hesitation, plunged his backhand into his chest, and the crying stopped abruptly, and the bandits around him all sat on the ground in fright.

Standing on a high place, they could clearly see the entire battlefield, the bandits were like countless headless flies constantly scurrying, and those heavily armored soldiers and the team of stars possessed by demons were harvesting their lives for a long time.

They looked back at the way out, which was close at hand but far away, and there appeared twelve ghosts dressed in colorful clothes, and their faces were painted so colorful that they could not see their true faces.

The courage of these bandits was completely chilled, they knelt on the ground, raised their hands, and cried loudly: "We surrender!"

There is a second, there is a second, there is a third, there is a third, there is a first group, there are countless groups, the bandits knelt down one after another to surrender, the leader of the 14th squad Link looked at this scene in surprise, this is incredible, these more than 300 bandits were really annihilated.

Yu Wuming rode his horse up the small mountain pass, and he said to Bell: "Bell, take your hands, get me back the spoils that belong to us!" and pointed in the direction of Salzburg.

Bell smiled, he saluted Yu Wuming and said, "Don't worry, my lord, I will bring you back a lot of these things." After saying that, he put on his horse and rushed towards the ill-gotten gains of the bandits with two reconnaissance squads.