I turned my head to look at Kohler, who opened his mouth as if he was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear the commotion around me, and I had to resign myself to fate.

I closed my eyes and prayed to all the gods I could think of, of course, mainly Chinese gods, after all, my soul is still a Chinese, and their fees are still relatively waged, what reshaping the golden body fasting mass promised again, open my eyes, in front of me is still getting closer and closer to the gun array, the flashing light on the blade of the spear, blinding my titanium dog eyes, MD! It's going to be tough!

How to describe the feeling? Perhaps only O'Neal's sarcastic sentence about Kobe Bryant crashing into a big truck can be compared, but the tragedy of the scene is extremely difficult to express in concrete language, and the flesh and blood crashed head-on into the copper wall without protection, like a roasted sausage on a bamboo skewer.

The wounded horse stood up, squirting scarlet blood like a waterfall on its chest, and then smashed heavily on the shield held by the rebel soldiers, and even smashed the shield out of the shallow pit, and by the way, the soldiers below were also photographed into a meatloaf with the shield insignia!

The knight on horseback was pierced by several spears, and before he could even utter a shout, he became a broken kite hanging on the tip of a spear and swaying, staring wide-eyed and looking for his enemy, but there were equally hideous enemies in front of him, and he could only swallow his breath unwillingly.

The knights who rushed in front except for the bull basically became sacrifices to test the sharpness of the spear, and even if they were lucky enough to avoid the fate of becoming a sugar gourd, they were shocked by the powerful impact and suffered internal injuries, and their internal organs were stirred into a pot of porridge, and there was no way to survive at all.

The soldiers in the first row of the enemy were no better, they became fluttering dolls under the powerful impact of the horses, and experienced the feeling of a roller coaster for free, and finally fell heavily to the ground, exaggerated bounced, and died extremely miserable.

The soldiers in the back were turned on their backs by the top people, and the cavalry who kept rushing up scuffled together, competing with each other for each other's weapons, or killing them in a dejected neck, turning into cannon fodder for battlefield fighting, allowing thousands of troops and horses to trample on their corpses, scattered into dust and mud, only bloody as before.

I was surrounded by cavalry in front and behind, and reluctantly rushed into the enemy's position, and my horse was shot and fell to the ground with a wail, but fortunately I jumped to the side quickly to not be suppressed.

When Kohler saw that I had lost my horse, he gave up riding his horse, took off the lunge on his back, and accurately killed the enemy soldiers who rushed up around him, and the bull was entangled with five or six enemies not far away, and he had already suffered several wounds on his body, but he still stood like an immortal god of war, sending every enemy who dared to challenge authority into heaven with his own hands, and became the most conspicuous landmark, guiding our own warriors to gather to him, hugging them together and fighting hard.

"My lord, if you can't rush out, what should I do?"

Kohler took out the arrows from his quiver and fired them quickly, helping the bull clear the growing number of enemies that were coming around, and he leaned against my back to look at each other, and asked me in a gap.

"You ask me, who do I ask? I don't want to die more than you do! ”

I held my shield to dodge the spur of the enemy pikemen on the opposite side, and replied angrily: "Why didn't anyone tell me that there was such a big turtle formation, I knew that I couldn't rush down recklessly, but now it's good, stealing chickens can't be counter-erosion, our brothers are here today." ”

I craned my neck and looked outside the encirclement, but I didn't see the banner of the lord on my side, I guess it was either broken up or escaped, these gang of righteous things will only fight with the wind, do you think you are an honor guard? At least they're playing beautifully, okay?

Just when I was in deep despair, the god who always liked to put me together smiled slightly, and the cheap charity gave me a glimmer of life, and a group of enemy cavalry ran past us, although the side they were playing was not beautiful, like a banner of mosaic floor tiles, I couldn't tell which nobleman it was, but judging from the gorgeous chain mail of the squire cavalry, and the half-body armor of the war horse, the comer should not be of low rank, and killing him can cause a little chaos in the enemy's command and create an opportunity for us to break through.

There is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to break into hell, don't blame the buddies for being too ruthless, just blame yourself for eating more meat and less vegetables, the ecological balance is destroyed, not low-carbon and environmentally friendly, suffer death!

I patted Kohler's shoulder, and pointed to the enemy cavalry that was passing through to make a killing gesture, Kohler nodded understandingly, put the bow and arrow on his back, still like a Persian prince in the flowing shape, left and right bows in front of the way, I led a few soldiers to follow closely behind, by the way, called the big killing god after the bull was broken, and violently tore a hole in the encirclement, and rushed to kill the enemy cavalry.

It should also be the other party's bad luck, by a group of knights carrying heraldic horned flags and spears, protecting the enemy nobles in the middle suddenly noticed, from the flanks rushed over as if we were not killed, the hungry tiger pounced on the fierceness like a subway station rampage passengers getting on and off the train.

He grabbed the war horse, curiously stared at this group of people who were encircled, and we were still jumping and happy, presumably in his opinion, we were already bitten into the meat bun in our mouth, and we were almost the last to raise our necks, the tiger and tiger were all dying and struggling, and there was a kind of compassion and compassion in the eyes of the superiors, if you squeezed out two more tears, it would be more realistic, enough to be a leader.

Seeing my opponent stop so cooperatively, I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and my voice became trembling: "him!" Kohler, me! ”

Kohler didn't answer me, but quickened his run, took the bow on his back in his hand, and showed his skillful archery skills as if by magic, and every enemy soldier who dared to stop us was stared at as a corpse that died on the side of the road, becoming an insignificant dead person in Kohler's soul.

That level of calmness and relaxation made me feel that killing people is not a difficult thing, and the sound of the bowstring tightening was like a talisman from hell, Kohler made people die in the third watch, and no one was left until the fifth watch!

The enemy's knights saw that the situation was not good, and they rushed forward to stop them, and several close attendants took the opportunity to surround the nobleman who had just pretended to be forced, and drove their horses to a safe place in a panic, but because the battlefield was too crowded, it would be difficult to speed up for a while.

Seeing that the plan had failed, I pointed at the fleeing enemy and shouted at the bull, "Kill! ”

Without saying a word, the bull threw out his tomahawk and struck one of his attendants at the rear, whose whirling axe broke him at the waist like a matchstick, and then the bull ran out after him, snatching the squire's horses and spears, and chasing after the enemy nobles.