"God of War Supremacy, what's that?" The man in the radar looked at the carriage pushed from the opposite side, and the carriage was very strange and strange. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't panic, keep your post." Earl Radar heard the commotion among the warriors and immediately shouted at them.

"Hold on to your posts." Immediately carrying a battle axe, Turazov gave orders to the leaders of the clans.

"Please rest assured, the big boss, we will stick to our posts." The clan chiefs still refer to the Earls of Radar in the traditional way, and the warriors in the radar, although unruly, are extremely obedient to their own leaders.

Mecklenburg's army stopped advancing, they were waiting for a ceremony, as a Christian army, although Arold was not interested in these pre-war rituals, and even deliberately weakened, but Herman thought that this was a Christian and righteous army, a holy war against the barbarian pagans, hearing this, Arold agreed to bring chaplains with the army.

"In the name of the Father, the Holy Spirit, and the Son, bless you, warriors of Christ~~~." A priest and a church deacon, holding a golden cross in his hand, walked at the head of the procession and blessed the soldiers, who knelt on one knee as he went.

The church deacon held a brush in one hand and a vessel containing holy water in the other, and as he walked, he put the brush into the vessel and then swung it out vigorously, and the soldiers who were stained with the holy water looked happy, believing that the holy water would give them a better chance of surviving the war, but even if the soul died in battle, it would ascend to heaven.

"What are those Mecklenburgers doing?" A young man in the radar asked curiously.

"They must be doing sorcery." There are superstitious people in the radar, showing a look of fear, they are not afraid of the enemy face to face, but they are afraid of ethereal witchcraft.

The Count of Radar was keenly aware of the fear of the soldiers, and he immediately whispered a few words to Turazov, who hurriedly ran to the Count's tent, and after a while he ran out with a puppet carving.

"God of War bless~~." The Count of Radar raised the god of war puppet in his hand, raised it high and shouted to the soldiers in the radar.

"Look, that's a doll in the Temple of the God of War." One of the leaders exclaimed in surprise when he saw the black puppet in the hands of the Count of Radar.

The Temple of the God of War is actually a place built by the people of the Radar to worship the Slavic God of War, in addition to a large wooden idol with a height of more than ten meters, there are also small puppets donated by many people, and the Slavs believe that these puppets are attached to the soul of the God of War, and the army carrying the God of War puppets will look at it.

"It looks like the people on the radar won't give in easily." Herman rode on his horse and said with a smile to Yves and the others beside him.

"Then it's just a matter of whose fists are hard." Yves cocked his beard, and he reached for a warhammer to attach to his left prosthetic.

"Count Yve, please send your whirlwind cannon into battle!" Herman said respectfully to Count Yves.

"No problem, little cubs, give those people on the radar a little color." Count Yves kicked his mount with the spur in his heel, and the horse carried Count Yves forward a few steps, and Yves's voice was heard in the carriage ahead.

"Rumble~~." The raised piece of cloth on the roof of the carriage was removed, and I saw that the whirlwind cannon at the top was already waiting for it, and several whirlwind cannon operators stepped forward and put stones into the throwing skin of the whirlwind cannon, and a dozen leather cords were ready at the other end.

"Aim~~." The Captain of the Whirlwind Cannon held out his thumb and aimed at the radar man in the wetlands opposite.

"Squeak." The circular tray under the whirlwind cannon mount, ** turned the hand and followed the captain's instructions to collide with the target.

"Launch~~." The captain of the whirlwind cannon waved the small red flag in his hand and ordered the five whirlwind gun trucks.

"Buzz~~." The operators pulled the piso at the same time, threw the wooden tip at one end of the pouch, and jerked it up, throwing the stone in the pouch towards the target.

"What is it?" The people of the radar had never seen such a weapon, and their backward tribes in the forests and wastelands had never expected that there would be weapons capable of firing stones, and many of them watched the stones fly into the sky as if they were strange.

"Be careful, shield defense, shield defense." But the Count of Radar realized that something was wrong, and he quickly roared with all his might, his face flushed, and the veins in his neck writhed like earthworms.

Under the orders of the leaders, the people in the radar instinctively raised the round shield in their hands, like a defensive arrow, but the power of the falling stones flying into the sky was far beyond their imagination.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong~~." The stone fell on the top of the radar man's head, making a sound like thunder, and the stone smashed on the shield cracked into many small rubble, splashing everywhere, and the crowd of people on the radar immediately wailed.

"Woo, ah~~." Some of the radar men who had been hit in the eye by small rubbles fell, rolling on the ground with their faces covered, while the living were terrified in their hearts, both by the fear of the unknown weapon and by the howls of their injured companions beside them.

"Give them a big one." A smug smile appeared on the corner of Earl Yve's mouth, the stone thrown was made of special materials, and the stonemason carved many carvings on the stone, even if the opponent could resist it with a shield, the broken stone would still cause damage.

"Tong~~." A few sturdy whirlwind cannon operators took a round stone from the wagon, which was very heavy.

"Aim, launch~~."

"Whoosh~~." The stone bullet was ejected above the person in the radar, this stone bullet is more than ten centimeters in diameter alone, and no one in the radar dares to use a shield to block it, everyone knows that being hit must be the result of the skin and flesh blooming, so when they saw the stone bullet smashed over, the crowd dodged like headless flies.

"Ping~~, Ping-Pong-Ping-Pong." The stone bullet landed in the open space where the crowd was hiding, but the stone bullet bounced on the ground and plunged headlong into the crowd next to it, knocking the two radar people who couldn't dodge to the ground.

"Damn it." Count Radarri watched the Mecklenburgers fire stones from their whirlwind cannons, smashing his warriors into tears, and he was anxious and angry.

"Lord Earl, use the archers to force them back~." Turazov suggested to Count Radar.

"Okay, send the archers." Count Radar ordered.

Thirty or so radar archers squeezed out of the crowd, wearing domed iron helmets, leather and cloth armor, quivers around their waists, and Slavic shortbows in their hands.

"The archers of the opposing side appeared, and the Viking longbowmen prepared to meet them." Herman. Billon looked at the Slavic archers that appeared and immediately ordered.

"Brush, brush~~." More than forty Vikings dressed in chain mail appeared in front of the whirlwind cannon, twenty of them carrying Viking shields and battle axes, and behind them were longbowmen armed with one-man tall Viking longbows.

"Shield." The leader of the Viking warriors roared in a rough voice, and the twenty Viking warriors immediately connected the round shields to each other, forming the famous shield array of the Vikings.

"Whoosh." The Slavs' short bows were very fast, and they kept shooting arrows in their hands.

"Tuk Tuk ~~." The arrow hit the Viking's shield with a muffled sound.

"Forward~~." The Viking leader shouted calmly.

"Hey, hey, hey." The Vikings, under the orders of their leader, cooperated with a slow advance, and the Slavs' arrows did not seem to stop them.

"Up." When they reached the edge of the wetland, the Viking leader gave an order, and the Viking longbowmen, who were standing behind them, jumped onto the ladder formed by the hands of their companions in front of them, and the strong-armed Viking warriors lifted the Viking longbowmen with their hands.

"Stretch~~." Viking longbowmen, held above the shield array, shoot arrows at Slavic archers with speed and accuracy.

"Whoosh~~, poof~~." The Vikings' arrows hit the Slavs one after another, and the Slavs who were shot fell on their backs, and their companions immediately returned fire with the arrows in their hands, but the Viking longbowmen, who had been lifted by their companions, had fallen back to the ground and hid behind the strong Viking shields.

The people in the radar were really very poor at this time, and stones kept falling on their heads, causing chaos and death to the position, and their archers were pressed to the ground by the Vikings and rubbed, but they couldn't hurt a single hair of the opponent at all.

"Cursed pigs, damn them." The Count of Radar was dizzy, he had never been so passive before, and he was surrounded by a defense of personal guards with shields, but his warriors were powerless to fight back.

"Big boss, just rush out and fight them hard." Several of the leaders of the radar also found the Count in a huff and suggested to him.

"Alright, you lead two bands of warriors and rush out to take out their weapons, as well as those hateful Vikings." Count Radar's face contorted in anger, and he said to his leader.

"Yes." The two leaders nodded in agreement and returned to their armies, gathering the elite regiment of warriors.

"Rush~~." The Mecklenburg whirlwind cannon finally drove the radar people out of the wetlands, and they abandoned the vantage ground to destroy the terrible whirlwind cannon.

"The poisonous snake is out of the hole, and the adult is going to meet it?" Herman. Billon couldn't help but glance at Count Ron gratefully, but fortunately he followed Count Ron's advice, and sure enough, under the power of the whirlwind cannon, these people in the radar were willing to rush out to fight to the death.

"Let me go!" Julian looked at the battle ahead and said to Herman.

"Okay." Herman. Billon nodded, agreeing to Julian's plea.