The enemy was outnumbered, and under the lead charge of the English foot knights, they rushed forward in a burst of momentum for a distance of several tens of meters in a sea of arms, and then came under the head-on fire of the Pleen crossbowmen.

Puff puff! The arrows fired from the crossbow were a deadly weapon for the few British soldiers who did not have a shield. Quite a few were shot through the ribs and internal organs on the spot. In the sea of British soldiers, cruel and beautiful blood flowers bloomed.

However, the British soldiers with shields had already raised their shields with ease, and this was not the first time they had experienced this kind of battle scene, and they were not new recruits who had just entered the battlefield. So they moved swiftly and unmistakably, holding their shields up before the second wave of bolts struck.

"Launch!!" The commander roared, and the Pullen crossbowmen stood in front of the Pullen shield spearmen and fired another volley, but this time they didn't use the same kind of projectile as they had just done, and there was no longer any need for that. Since the enemy had already rushed to a distance of less than fifty meters from their side, this flat shot would be the last shot.

The moment the crossbowmen pulled the trigger, the air in front of them was shaken by Qiqi! A visible ripple and a cloud of white smoke rushed around. The crossbow itself is not as long as a bow and arrow, but it is more lethal than a bow and arrow when fired at close range. Coupled with the Puron people's technological advantages, the arrows of each crossbow arrow are super sharp arrows that have been trained and improved, and the shields used by the British are simply difficult to resist at close range.

Even the iron-clad shields used by the foot knights were caught off guard when they charged with their shields.

A leading knight was on the way to charge frantically with a shield, and suddenly, he felt a huge force suddenly coming from front of him, and only heard "Hiss! There was a sound of some sharp object tearing through the iron sheet, and his right side of the waist was pierced by the incoming crossbow arrow! His internal organs were so badly damaged that he threw up his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, stumbling forward a few steps before falling headlong to the ground.

The salvo of arrows and crossbows immediately blinded the English head-on, and many people were shot through by the incoming crossbow arrows with shields when they were holding shields, and they couldn't defend against this kind of strong crossbow at close range! The English, they thought that the weapons and equipment of the Pulen were so sharp! Even the technology they use is a forging process that is nearly 300 years ahead of the whole of Europe.

After the last wave was ejected. The English, at the cost of dozens of casualties, finally rushed to a dozen meters in front of the Pullen Army, a distance of more than ten seconds for a running human.

Many of the Plun crossbowmen had no time to retreat into formation, and watched as the hideous-looking English swooped down on them.

And at this moment, the commander in the Pullen camp shouted!

"Put away the crossbow!!"

As soon as the commander gave the order, a hundred crossbowmen standing outside the formation raised their crossbows above their heads at the same time, and then hung the chains on the leather armor behind their backs. The bow of Pullen's Arbalest has a small iron hook hanging upside down, just enough to hook onto the three chains behind Pullen's leather armor. Originally, this design was designed to make it easier to plug in equipment, but now not only did the Pullen crossbowmen quickly recover the equipment, but it also gave them the opportunity to return my original face!

"Stand up! Stand up! Glorious Pulen soldiers! It's time for us to make meritorious contributions!! "The only people who are allowed to speak in the Pullon camp during the hour of battle are the commanders and captains of the various teams, so don't be surprised if you can hear someone in the Pullen barracks, because it must be a commander, captain, centurion, or even a legion commander who can speak.

The army commanders of the royal city of Pullen generally wore the same standard armor as ordinary soldiers, but the helmets they wore were modeled after the red-crowned helmets of the centurions of the Roman Empire, because it was very conspicuous and allowed the soldiers of Pullen to quickly find a replacement for the commander in case they lost their commander.

"Raising the Shield !!" The commander shouted, followed by a hundred Pleen crossbowmen at the same time raised the large shield behind their backs in front of him, and then only heard the sound of neatly drawing swords in the air, and one hundred and one of the long swords of the cold light were all pointed straight ahead!

All the soldiers of Pulun graduated from the Pulun Military Academy, and after half a year of hell training, they were recognized by Han Tianxiang, the highest person in charge of the academy, before they could graduate collectively in a group way. As a result, the Pullen crossbowmen were not as fragile as we might think, on the contrary, they and the spearmen behind them had undergone the same extremely rigorous physical and tactical training, and they were all the best in hand-to-hand combat.

The English have rushed to the front at this time! They roared and slammed into the defense line of the Pulen Legion with a sinister face, only to see the soldiers on both sides clash with their shields in their hands, making a violent sound that shook the entire battlefield. Then the roars of the warriors and the fierce fighting sounded!

Bang Bang!

The Englishman wielded a hammer and an iron sword and slammed it into the shields of the Pullen soldiers, only to see a raised ball on the shield be smashed with sparks, and the winter sounded!

After a long time, the Englishman suddenly found that the other party had injured him, and there was not even a trace of damage to the shield. On the other hand, he was not only tired and half dead, sticking out his tongue like a dog, but the soldier on the other side stared at him expressionlessly and coldly.

At this time, a sword-armored soldier saw that the enemy was showing a tired flaw, and immediately decided to step forward with a shield! After using the sudden burst of explosive power to push the enemy out, a sword cold mang's throat was sealed, and the enemy's throat was accurately cut! He watched as the enemy clutched his blood-spurting throat and took a few steps back, then he fell headlong to the ground, his body convulsing a few times before dying. Then the soldier quickly dodged and pushed back into the ranks, never in love!

Like calm and even indifferent killers, the Pullen soldiers allowed the enemy to pound and pound the Legion's formation desperately, but they remained chillingly silent. From the beginning to the present, except for the sound of swords and shields colliding, there is not even a sound in the Pullen camp, and it is simply a deathly silence.

At this time, the spear troops behind them also entered the battle. In the center of the battlefield, the Puren formed a defensive line in the shape of a mouth, and in the face of enemies rushing from all directions, they were like a small boat in the waves of the sea, which could be subverted at any time but could never be shaken.

Tear up! A Pullen soldier was accidentally swept to the ground with a heavy sword by an enemy knight in the process of resisting, these English knights in heavy armor were the enemy's highest combat strength, and they were also a group of elite English knights who were not afraid of death and had extremely high combat effectiveness.

After the knight swept the Pullen soldier to the ground, he sneered, smirked and slashed at the opponent's shield with an ugly face. This knight is also a powerful soldier in the English army, so the impact of his attacks is much greater than that of other soldiers, so he often uses the hilt of his sword to stun the enemy and then give the enemy a fatal blow!

Although the Pullen shield is all wrapped in iron sheets, the internal structure is reinforced with an X-shaped wooden skull. The chances of being cut or shot through from the outside are almost slim, but the way this knight smashes them with a lot of force is something that the craftsmen of the Iron Department really didn't expect.

"Whoa!!" The knight roared wildly, and slammed his sword on the shield from top to bottom, the powerful impact and the sound of the hammer between the hilt and the shield, and all I could hear was "Boom!!" With a bang, the Pulen soldiers under the shield instantly turned blue with iron faces, twisting their facial features, but they were still clenching their teeth tightly, refusing to let out a cry of pain!

His left arm was completely numb from the smash just now, and the impact of the shield made his arm almost unconscious, and a piercing pain came from his left arm.

After the knight succeeded in the blow, he caught up with him and was about to finish off the Pullen soldier, but at this time, the surrounding companions suddenly turned the spearhead neatly, and the spearhead turned quickly, and the one did not hesitate, and immediately turned the spear for a moment, and then a little cold light arrived first, and then several dragons roared out!

The knight's face changed, and he hurriedly raised his shield to resist in a hurry. But after the baptism of the previous three waves of crossbow arrows, how could his shield withstand the attacks of these Puren soldiers who contained endless anger beneath their indifferent exteriors? Several iron spears effortlessly pierced the knight's shield, two of the three spears pierced but were blocked by the knight's chain mail, and only the last shot pierced through the knight's front mouth and through the back of the head!

The knight was still in a posture of raising his shield and swinging his sword, and his body had completely ceased to move, and three spears pierced his body from three different angles, two of which failed to pierce, and one of them pierced directly through his mouth and the back of his head, the bloodiest and deadliest! Blood and some white brains were dripping from the sharp tip of the spear.

"Rose!!"

One of the knights screamed miserably, and the surrounding English knights heard the knight's miserable screams and saw the pierced compatriots, their eyes were red with indignation, and they all gave up their attacking opponents and rushed this way. Looking at their appearance, even if they die, the idea of avenging their own compatriots has taken over their brains.