In the face of the charge of a dozen heavy horsemen, it was almost impossible to confront it head-on. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The long carbine approached from a distance with the speed of the horse, and the shock it brought to people was as if the summons of death had descended.

Even the bravest warriors, without the protection of armor and the weapons they can handle, face such a battle on foot, and then feel desperate in their hearts.

"We used to be enemies of each other, facing each other with blades on the battlefield, but at this moment, cooperation is what keeps us alive." Zhou Dayong looked at the prisoners of war and tried to restrain the trembling in his heart.

The Indian prisoners of war were shaking with their hands holding their weapons, and someone was talking to them at this time, which made their hearts seem to be filled with something.

"When these English knights come to attack, we must act in unison, otherwise the final result will be death." When Zhou Dayong saw that all the prisoners of war were looking at him, he had a trace of confidence and said with a hopeful look.

"Huaxia people, you say, what should we do?" An Indian Kshatriya warrior said, holding a broken scimitar in his hand, although his eyes looked at Zhou Dayong, his nerves were constantly nervous about Rogers' movements, and his face was anxious.

Zhou Dayong didn't answer immediately, but looked at the pile of broken weapons on the ground, stretched out his hand and picked it twice, "There are no bows and arrows, no strong spears, only short weapons, we have only one way to slow down the heavy cavalry that charged." ”

Picking up a halberd with a gap, Zhou Dayong held the halberd in his hand and pointed to the surrounding wooden fence and said: "Later, everyone must run close to the wooden fence, find a way to avoid the attack of the carbine, go around in circles as much as possible, and force the other party to slow down." ”

Hearing this, a Toei samurai couldn't help but stand up and say, "But if we get close to the wooden fence, we will be shot by the longbowmen standing on the outer wooden wall, and we will still die if we run over like this." ”

Zhou Dayong found a weapon from the ground again, picked up the axe with only half a blade in his left hand, looked at the Dongying warrior and said, "Our enemy wants to play tricks on us, but don't we give up resistance and let him slaughter?" Even if we are restricted, even if we are forced to be at a disadvantage, we must resist to the end, even if the final result is that we all go to death, we must kill a few of them to accompany us on the road. ”

"That's right, we're going to fight." The Indian Kshatriya warrior replied, then tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped the handle of his scimitar around his right hand to prevent it from falling off in the aftermath of the battle, determined to fight.

"To be shot by a longbowman is to die, and to be shot by a horse pistol is to die..." The Dongying warrior gritted his teeth and said, weighing in his heart for a while before making a decision, he looked at Zhou Dayong and continued to ask, "If we can avoid the impact of the heavy cavalry, what will we do next?" ”

Chow Dayong understands that hope must be given to make them struggle as hard as they can, and even if everyone understands what to do, there must be someone who can speak up and tell everyone, so that everyone's thinking is unified and moving in one direction.

"Everyone understands that the racetrack is very close to the wooden walls on the outskirts of the town, and as long as we attract these heavy knights to entangle with us, and then lure them into pursuit outside the racecourse, there will always be someone who can survive, you understand what this means, those simple wooden fences of the racetrack will not stop us, and it is only by creating chaos and luck to break through the attack of the longbowmen." Zhou Dayong's words suddenly made a glimmer of hope appear in the eyes of the Indian prisoners of war and others.

Dodging the charge of the heavy cavalry, and then luring the other party to destroy the wooden fence and finally escape, not everyone will survive in the end, but this sense of common action can keep several people alive, and as long as they understand this, everyone will believe that they are the ones who will survive to the end.

Sitting on the viewing platform, Colby ordered the guards to wave the flag, announcing the beginning of the killing feast. There is no opening speech, there is not too much red tape, just let others see and feel, this is Colby's style.

"Don't kill them too quickly, try to cripple them as much as possible, it's best to let them lie on the ground and scream, the more terrible the better." Rogers, recalling Colby's instructions to him, pulled down the blindfold of his helmet and urged his horses to begin to accelerate, and the knight on his side immediately followed.

The momentum caused by the running of more than a dozen heavy riders instantly enveloped the entire racecourse.

The racecourse is actually very wide, but in the face of heavy cavalry charging side by side, there is not much room for maneuver.

"Here we are." Zhou Dayong clenched his weapon in both hands and kept a close eye on the distance, but the other prisoners of war beside him could not hold their breath as calmly as he did.

The five prisoners of war felt the illusion of collapse in their hearts and screamed and turned to flee, but when they ran near the wooden fence, they were immediately shot by the longbowmen standing above.

"Damn, the chances are slimmer." Zhou Dayong didn't have more time to pay attention to the five prisoners of war who screamed and died, but focused more on the heavy knights rushing over on the opposite side.

Under Zhou Dayong's reminder, everyone held two weapons in their hands, and just as the heavy cavalry approached everyone, Zhou Dayong threw the half-faced axe in his hand forward, and then said loudly: "Throw it quickly." ”

The prisoners threw out one of their weapons and ran to the sides, approaching the bar, even in the face of the longbowmen's aiming.

Zhou Dayong's feet were bound by chains, and he didn't run fast, so he kept gambling, and finally saw life in the next moment. In the face of the weapons thrown by more than 20 prisoners of war, there was a heavy knight on the opposite side who was hit on the mount, and the heavy man and horse fell to the ground, which made a gap in the heavy cavalry that was sprinting side by side.

"Live." Zhou Dayong shouted and rolled towards the vacancy, dodging the sprinting carbines.

"Rogers actually fell off his horse?" Seeing this, Colby immediately stood up from his seat, popped up the floating screen, stared at the prompt message in it, and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that it did not reinforce the person's death.

"Damn yellow-skinned monkeys!" Rogers felt very embarrassed, more than a dozen heavy riders were the only ones who fell off their horses, such a contrast was too acceptable, and immediately ignored the injuries caused by falling off the horse, stood up and pulled out the two-handed heavy sword on the saddle, and chased and slashed towards Zhou Dayong.

The audience present was either a nobleman or a big businessman, and when he established his majesty, he didn't expect to fall off his horse at the first charge, and if he couldn't kill the other party immediately, his influence would be lost, and then Kuro City would spread that he was an incompetent knight, a joke about a funny knight, and even a lord couldn't stop the existence of this kind of joke.

"If I have that ring-headed knife, how can I be arrogant by you." Zhou Dayong did not engage in the battle with a halberd, but fled backwards while dodging the slash of the heavy sword with both hands, the chains on his feet restricted the play of a lot of strength, and looked at the angry Rogers and gritted his teeth with some disdain.