Five hundred people attacked the small formation of 100 people, originally they wanted to bully more and less, but they didn't expect that as soon as the two sides came into contact, the bandits were caught off guard by a counter-charge, and they were crowded together, not to mention fighting, it was difficult to even turn around. They shouted loudly for those behind them to stop rushing forward, struggling and pushing their companions to make room for themselves. You squeeze me, I squeeze you, it's just a boat that drifts with the current, rocking non-stop.

Just a shield, but a different scene.

The sword and shield hand is on his side, squeezing forward with his left shoulder, left arm and left leg against the shield, and holding a long knife in his right hand, but instead of cutting the enemy on the side of the shield, he slaughters the opponent who has fallen to the ground, whether he is lying down or lying on his stomach, or stabbing his chest and back, or cutting his neck, skillfully and cleanly. The spearman holds the spear with both hands to stab, the amplitude is not large, the forward and backward is about three feet, but the stab is fierce, one stab is enough to break the armor, and there is a wrist twisting action after the piercing, so that the spear stabs rotate in the enemy's body, causing greater pain, and the opponent screams in pain, subconsciously giving them a chance to withdraw the spear.

They keep their heads down, they don't look at the enemy on the other side of the shield at all, as long as they see a figure, it's a stab, even if it's the same person.

This is the thorn in the seven kills of the broken edge, and the mantra is to stab when you see the shadow, and kill in half a step. As a qualified spearman, you must practice assassination for an hour every day, complete 500 standard assassinations, and be strict with yourself can add another 500 times, until you can practice assassination until you can do it at all. The action is simple, but the lethality is strong and unstoppable.

The sword and shield bearers and spearmen were all half-crouching, their bodies like full bows, full of strength, constantly squeezing forward. They spend far less time paying attention to their opponents than they do to their companions, keeping their line intact at all times and not giving their opponents a chance to break through.

The crossbowmen stood up straight and kept firing. It's so close that the enemy is huddled together, and no matter how you shoot, it's useless even if the opponent wears iron armor. The number of bandits wearing armor is very limited, and the iron armor is even rarer, and they have no ability to resist in the face of such a close shooting.

Five hundred people were huddled together, but a hundred people were like a clenched iron fist, and they hit hard again and again, although slowly, but very resolutely forward.

One by one, the bandits fell to the ground, and were mercilessly killed, bleeding all over the ground.

The two centurians on the flank outflanked and launched an attack on Shen Yi's left flank. The defense on the flanks was not as tight as the front, and it was quickly routed under the onslaught of the two hundreds, and many bandits saw the fierceness of the opponent and avoided one after another, some to the right, some backwards, and some forward, further disrupting the formation.

Shen Yi was surrounded in the middle, although he roared repeatedly, trying to calm down his subordinates and regroup, but his shouts failed to regroup the formation, but revealed his identity and became the target of the crossbowmen, and the arrows were endless, so that he couldn't raise his head. In order to protect him, the guards inevitably made mistakes, and they were shot one after another, and from time to time their shields were pierced by crossbow arrows.

Shoot the man before the horse, capture the thief and capture the king first, is the training motto of the crossbowmen, especially the strong crossbowmen with six-stone crossbows, their target is never ordinary soldiers, but the opposing officers in the field of vision, the higher the military rank, the more attention should be given. In the whole battle, they may have spent much longer searching for their target than they had to shoot, but the moment they pulled the crossbow was often the turning point of the whole battle.

Each song is equipped with a six-stone crossbow, and this strong crossbowman enjoys the treatment of Qu Junhou, and their task is to shoot the opponent's Qu Junhou and strong crossbowman. The two Qu Junhou were drowned in the crowd, unable to distinguish them, and Shen Yi, who was shouting loudly, naturally became the target. In a short period of time, Shen Yi saw the three guards being shot through the shield, and he also saw the strong crossbowman a hundred steps away, looking at the other party's cold eyes and the sneer on the corner of his mouth, a trace of coolness appeared in his heart.

"Whoosh!" The feather arrow left the string and galloped away.

Shen Yi's legs were weak, his body fell backwards, and he leaned on the body of a personal guard. The guards helped him and shouted a little handsome, but there was no sound. Shen Yi looked up and saw that there was half an arrow on the guard's face, the tail of the arrow was buzzing, and the blood seeped out along the shaft of the arrow, condensing into beads of blood.

Shen Yi was so frightened that he no longer had the courage to fight. If it weren't for the frightened leg just now, the person who was shot through the face door would have been him.

"Withdraw!" Shen Yi said tremblingly.

The guards had long been frightened, just waiting for Shen Yi's words. Before Shen Yi's words fell, they hugged Shen Yi to break through.

It was difficult to move forward, but it was easy to retreat, because there were already many people running behind them, and the fast ones were already running back to their own formation. But they didn't get their way, and they were stopped by Zulang's personal guards.

Zu Lang's face was pale, holding the knife in both hands, looking at Shen Yi who was returning in embarrassment. "What is the loss?"

Shen Yi knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly stopped, helped his helmet, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead by the way, glanced back, estimated the number of people, and said in a dumb voice: "More than two percent." ”

"Geometry?"

Shen Yi swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth a few times. He really didn't know how many people he had captured, and he even doubted that he had captured them. The opponent's formation has always been very tight, and even if there are casualties, they are very limited and almost negligible. But he knew that he couldn't say that, Zu Lang was already angry, and he was likely to kill him. He himself felt very embarrassed, five hundred people attacked, even if he didn't win, he shouldn't have been defeated so badly.

"Geometry capture?!" Zulang raised his voice and asked sharply.

Just when they were at a stalemate, Shen Yi's subordinates gathered one after another, many of them hung up their colors, some had arrows on their bodies, some were hit by a spear, although they covered the wound with their hands, they still couldn't suppress the blood and rushed out, walking and walking, their legs were weak, and they fell to the ground and didn't move. Seeing Zu Lang stop Shen Yi and ask, they surrounded him, and they didn't speak, but just glared at Zu Lang angrily.

Zu Lang's eyes shrank and he waved his hand. The guards gathered around and raised their crossbows.

"Let me ask you one last sentence: Geometry?" Zu Lang said word by word, pulling out the ring knife and throwing the scabbard aside.

Shen Yi gritted his teeth and was about to speak, when a guard next to him protested and said: "The opponent is powerful, killing people is like grass, we ......"

Before the words fell, Zu Lang stepped forward, the sword flashed, cut off the head of the guard, raised the knife again, pointed directly at Shen Yi, and the blood slowly flowed along the blade, condensing into a drop.

Shen Yi's teeth chattered, he couldn't say a complete sentence, his knees weakened, and he knelt down in front of Zu Lang with a "plop", two steps forward on his knees, holding Zu Lang's legs, tears flowing. Zu Lang kicked him away and said with tears in his eyes: "You can go with peace of mind, I will take care of your family as if it were mine." What else do you have to confess, you can say now. ”

"I ...... I ......" Shen Yi's face was pale and he couldn't cry.

Zu Lang gritted his teeth and raised the ring knife high, the knife flashed, Shen Yi's head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.