These knights wearing oybalsm armor lined up in a formation like a triangular arrow on the Gobi Desert from slow to fast, as the speed of the war horse accelerated, the scenery around them retreated rapidly, and the black cloak on their backs also rolled in the gale with the undulation of the war horse, like waves.

The charging knights brought up billowing smoke and dust across the wilderness, and the steel hooves of the horses slammed into the earth, carving out craters in the ground, and the dull sound shook the soldiers on both sides like a violent drum.

Orichalcum is an extremely heavy metal, a small piece heavier than the same volume of gold, these cavalrymen are all Knights of War 2 Bronze, this position focuses on strengthening their own physique and bones, otherwise they would not be able to wear such heavy armor. And the war horse under the crotch is also a special breed with some demonic blood, and with the special ability of the bronze knight, part of the weight is directly transmitted to the earth, so as not to be crushed.

A robalescent bronze cavalryman running with all his might, its overall quality was no less than that of the small truck of the previous life, so thick and stocky, like a giant hammer crashing into the enemy formation.

"Slow down in the back row, every two teams and the front row are three meters apart!"

"Advance on both wings, slow down in the middle, and invert the triangle."

As the flag waved in the rear, the middle-level officers on Pullman's side began to quickly adjust their formation, and the battle line in the center gradually turned into an inverted V shape to better meet the impact.

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Among the spearmen in the middle of the rebel formation, a young man named Kevin was also one of them, and at this moment he was standing in the array, his eyes looking ahead, the copper-colored heavy cavalry that kicked up the monstrous dust grew rapidly in his field of vision, the trembling sound of the earth, the roar of the officer, the clashing of guns, the rapid gasping of his chest, this tense and frightened moment, his brain was blank, and he just instinctively followed the movements of his comrades.

Before he could react, these galloping heavily armored knights had already crashed into the spears in front of him, and suddenly, one by one, the spears were directly broken, and there was a tooth-souring sound, and the soldiers in the first row were directly smashed into flesh, and the scattered blood flew high and fell on his face.

Blood fell from his eyebrows, across his face, and into his lips, and smelled of iron.

In just an instant, the familiar faces of those who had trained together turned into blurred pieces of flesh and fell in front of him, and before he could wait for any sadness or fear, these terrifying cavalrymen had already pierced through the human wall of seven rows of spears, and at this time he could even see the lines on the armor of the cavalry opposite.

"Forward, Clancy!" The comrade-in-arms beside him screamed, and the violent sound shook his ears and temporarily became deaf.

"Forward, Clancy!" Kevin also shouted loudly, a hoarse voice coming from his chest, venting his fear and fear.

They clenched their spears and advanced instead of retreating, and the sound of gold and iron resounded on the battlefield, the spears were broken, their bodies were knocked away, and their bones were crushed by the horses' hooves.

It was also a very shocking scene for these Oymagneous Bronze Cavalry, many of whom had experienced great battles with the barbarians, and even those who were warlike and not afraid of death would panic and flee when they were reduced by 30%, and finally the army was defeated like a mountain, and they chased and killed like sheep.

However, this time the enemy was completely different, the Oyalbronze cavalry smashed the head of one of the pikemen with their cavalry spears, and the white and red mixed together, splashed directly on the enemy behind them, and in the previous battle, they should have broken up and begged for mercy when they saw such a bloody and disgusting scene.

But no, not only did the enemy in front of him kneel and beg for mercy, but everyone else too, these enemies were not numb necromancy, they were still roaring, they were still advancing.

But even so, they were not afraid to kill one, then they killed three, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, until they were afraid, and the Orichal Bronze cavalry continued to advance.

"Flat the spear, forward!"

The officers in the rear were still shouting for command, and groups of soldiers lined up in neat formations, spears forward, like endless waves, even if they crossed one floor and the next.

The inverted V-shaped formation is like a huge pocket, wrapping these oymagneous cavalry, once the cavalry chisels through its line and turns the horse's head, it will gain a wide space for running and accelerating, and then the front and rear will be attacked, and the line will also be broken apart. Therefore, the warriors in the middle must defend this line of defense even if they fight to the death, otherwise all their sacrifices will be in vain.

Clencia, which means the place where the stars come by. Not an illusory dream, the great sage Loland Hill has handed down a book that depicts how the country was formed. From the people's self-election, the structure of society, the composition and boundaries of state rights, to the obligations and benefits of each individual, it is detailed and practical for everyone.

If you haven't seen the light, it's not surprising that it's even dark.

But that day, a light broke through the wall and shone into this dark and rotten corner, and for the first time the sunken life saw the beautiful and magnificent scenery outside the window, and the fragrance of flowers wafted in from the outside, so seductive, so admired, so longed.

A seed sprouts, and the impulse in my heart can no longer be endured, even if it is just a step forward, even if it is just a little closer, I want to see that bright world, I want to live in that country full of flowers, I want to break free from the heavy shackles of these hundreds of years.

"Forward, Clancy!"

One of the rebel fighters struggled from the ground and clung to the horse's hooves, his legs already broken, his mouth foaming at the bloody foam, and muttering.

The companions who saw this scene in the rear couldn't help but blur their eyes with tears, clenched their spears, struggled forward, and roared loudly.

"Forward, Clancy!"

It will never stop, even if the head is broken and the blood flows, even if the blood is spilled all over the earth. Because, following the revelation of the great sage Lorain Hill, that ideal country is already at hand.

"Forward, Clancy!"

The rebels on the battlefield had blood-red eyes, and one after another their fellow villagers, friends, and relatives died in front of them, but they would never give up, never kneel on the ground again and beg for mercy, even if death pierced their bodies like a sharp sword.

The fierce battlefield is like a grinding disc of flesh and blood, frantically strangling lives, and the coalition forces of Zephyr and the rebel army are also fighting together.

Layers of spears, under the terrifying discipline, in unison, interspersed with harvesting lives, those noble private soldiers who are just to mix up some money after 20% of the staff reduction, they have retreated and fled, anyway, when the time comes, find a place to hide, and after the rumors pass, they can come out to eat together, after all, the nobles in any place need them These experienced veterans.

The line of the west wind gradually collapsed, and the oybalsant cavalry in the center, after losing the support of the two wings, was gradually surrounded by the rebels, who wanted to flee as fast as possible, but unfortunately these fierce warriors were firmly fighting with them, and did not give them any room to move and accelerate.

The spear pierced, stabbing the horsemen off their horses, the sharp dagger inserting through the gap in the mask, and blood pouring from the helmet.

After the war, the Rock Wall Duke's Oyoral Bronze Legion was all written here, leaving only a few war horses, which let out a mournful roar in the setting sun.