With a dull drumming sound, the banner in the dragoon camp was suddenly raised, and then the troops who were still in the forest appeared one after another, pulling out a long line of shock in front of our battle line. Apex The fastest to update the front troops were the slave cavalry in tattered armor, and the cyan symbolizing the elite warriors was all arranged in the center and back, pointing straight at the small hill here.

The brief cheers seemed to have been ripped out of their throats, and suddenly stopped, and even the infantry in the rear drew their weapons one after another, and after a loud metallic grinding sound, the camp of our army was full of arcs of light reflected by the blades, and the whole position shone white.

"The pikes come forward!" The enemy was about to attack, and those muskets could not hold back so many dragoons, and when they crossed the wooden fence, it was a spear-to-cavalry battle.

The banner of the spear fell, Tatum walked in the front with a three-meter-long spear, and behind him a thousand pikemen divided into three large phalanxes, arranged at the foot of the hill in the word "Pin", and the front line directly touched the back of the archers, ready to replace the vanguard troops to join the battle.

With the drumbeat of the drum, the dragoons pressed on the whole line, and the horses' hooves stepped on the ground, making a "the" sound, which should be accompanied by the drum, and hit my heart. The air was filled with an aura of oppression, and after a silent count of ten times, a ghostly roar suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

Almost at the same time, the horses' hooves were raised, and the splashes of mud covered half of the sky, and the entire dragoon camp jumped up and rolled towards us like a raging and churning wave.

"Shoot the arrows!" With a shout, the first one was shot, and the arrow flew out, and after a short distance, it did not reach the throat of the first slave horseman. A stream of blood arrows marked the slave cavalry and fell to the sky, and as soon as the body hit the ground, it was trampled into the mud by the subsequent earth dragons, and mixed into the blood-colored earth.

Countless arrows rained down on the enemy's camp, splashing only a few pieces of blood. It's like a pebble thrown into the sea, and after a few rounds of ripples, there is no trace of it. At this moment, muskets rang out. The enemies at the forefront planted the earth dragons one after another, and at that moment, it was as if the waves were being stopped by force, and before those people could stand up, the troops behind stepped directly on their backs and rushed to the low wall.

With a "boom", as the last barrier of the buffer, the low wall fell to the ground with a bang, and the musketeers rushed to withdraw after releasing the last row of guns, and they had no time to load another round **.

"Withdraw the archers, the pikes will attack!" Without a moment's hesitation, I gave the order, and the flags of the archers were re-raised, and the flags of the pikes tossed a golden wave with the vigorous swing of the standard-bearers. Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy's cavalry had not yet completely broken through the line of the wooden fence, the archers retreated like a tide, and the pikemen quickly filled the gap. The front crouched, the back half crouched, and three rows of spears protruded at the same time between the gaps in the fence, turning it into a wall full of sharp thorns in the blink of an eye.

The rushing enemy did not have time to stop his footsteps, and the front row slammed into the spear array, and at that moment, even the wooden fence shook for a moment. A mist of blood spread, and along the barrel of the gun, the blood flowed down, condensed into drops on the tail of the gun, and dripped to the ground, and the silent splash hit my heart, and a bitter taste welled up in my mouth.

"Woo" stirred my throat, I felt like I wanted to vomit, and one hand quickly covered my mouth, and I couldn't show weakness at this time.

"Your Excellency!" Melchior, who was on the side, was concerned.

I waved my hand and said, "It's okay, tell the heavy infantry team to set up, and the archers and musketeers will retreat to the mountainside to replenish and immediately enter the battle." ”

"Yes!" Melchior nodded, and immediately gave the order, and with a dull sound of footsteps, the three hundred heavy infantry, the most expensive unit of the Wandering Corps commanded by Magura, walked to the mountainside, and then knelt down, and a spear came out of the tree behind the huge shield.

At this time, I came back to my senses and rewatched the battle at the forefront.

The spear was slowly withdrawn, and the nailed corpse fell to the ground and threw itself on the fence. The pikemen didn't have a chance to stab a second time, and the second wave of slave cavalry suddenly reined in the earth dragon and pulled out a strange chain from its knapsack, the tail of which was a small iron ball.

"Beware of defense!" Tatum shouted, and before he could finish speaking, the slave cavalry had already thrown the chain out.

The jet-black patch, after breaking through the wooden fence, wound the neck of the spearman in the front, and the iron ball slammed into the pikeman's forehead after a few turns, and in the blink of an eye a large number of people fell, and the complete spear array was deeply recessed. The biggest nightmare came at this time, the slave cavalry scattered, and the regular dragoons with extra-long dragon spears jumped out of the gap, and the already tattered wooden fence immediately let out a weak moan, scattered into fragments floating in the sky, and the pikemen in the rear did not have time to react in the slightest, and the enemy's dragon spears pierced directly through their bodies.

Standing on the hill, I only saw cyan, like a few sharp swords, simply cutting through the phalanx of our army, along the edge of the cyan sword, there were countless splashes of blood. At nine o'clock, the forward position was lost, and the first dragoons had rushed to the foot of the hill, and in one more step, they directly reached the main formation of our army, and I, almost **, were exposed under the sharp edge of the dragoons.

"Change formation!" Until this moment, basically I didn't jump out of my inference, I waved my hand vigorously, and the banner that symbolized the fish scales fell, and the spear array that had been cut quickly adjusted the formation at this time, forming a small circle formation with scattered squads as a unit, and the spears were distributed throughout the battlefield like fish scales.

This is the best formation used by General Lambis to deal with the cavalry formation, and can best protect the life of the pikemen when the enemy's target is directed at me.

Sure enough, ignoring the spear team, the dragoons who broke through rushed directly up the mountain, and the earth dragon stepped on the slope, although it was not as powerful and fast as on the flat ground. But in the blink of an eye, it was still the heavy infantry that had burst into the mountainside, and after a dull thud, the sharp blade stopped.

Quickly raised their hands, and the archers who changed into strong crossbows aimed at the heads of the dragoons who were obviously towering above the heavy infantry, "Release!" Powerful and composed, with a "bang", hundreds of crossbow arrows pierced the air, and after a sharp whistle, they sank into the enemy's helmet.

Blood trickled down from the edge of the helmet, and after shaking for a moment, the dragoons who had been hit by the arrows fell off the earth dragon and tumbled down the mountain. Immediately after, I saw a red light. The dragoon's dragon sword, which can cut through anything, is attached to the armor, and several heavy infantry are broken in two like papier-mâché, and blood gushes out, painting the surrounding soldiers a layer of red.

Several dragoons who jumped off the earth dragon brandished dragon swords, sliced through the defense line of the heavy infantry, rushed out covered in blood, and rushed towards me with their hands and feet.

"Shoot!"

After a puff of white smoke, I saw the dragoons shake and fall to the ground. One of them barely stood up with the dragon sword, blood flowing down from the wound on his body like a waterfall, and after a few steps with great effort, he hissed, as if he was lifting the dragon knife with all his strength, and then, sinking to the ground, the grass under him slowly submerged in a patch of red.