At the same moment as the hysterical wail sounded, a phalanx of spears of three hundred and sixty men also emerged from the front of the battlefield, and then rushed mercilessly towards the heavy infantry at the front. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at these spearmen who suddenly appeared, Hill's eyes also shrank slightly, although these soldiers in front of him were far inferior to them in numbers, but the military columns presented were extremely neat, and more importantly, even in the face of several times the enemy with them, these spearmen did not have the slightest intention to retreat, and the eyes were full of extremely high fighting spirit.

But before the spearmen could get closer, the archers in the center of the queue on Ciel's side moved.

Hundreds of archers set up arrows, bent bows, and threw arrows in unison, and the whole action was done in one go from beginning to end, without a trace of jerky.

Like a rain of locust arrows streaked across the sky, black pressure was thrown down, and regardless of the lethality of these feathered arrows, the momentum alone was quite amazing.

However, in the face of these hundreds of feathered arrows falling from the sky, these spearmen did not have the slightest intention of flinching, and the queue that had been advancing rapidly only stopped slightly, and continued to move forward.

Although the bow and arrow of the Middle Ages were far less powerful than the flintlock musket, it was much higher than the latter on the target, especially the feathered arrows thrown by these regularly trained archers, and it was still difficult to dodge at close range.

The arrows from the sky fell like this, some were picked apart by the soldiers with spears, and some were shot at them, bringing out splashes of blood, but whether they were injured or not, whether the injuries were serious or not, the queue of more than 300 people still rushed over like this.

After surviving another round of arrow rain, these spearmen who came like waves collided with the heavy infantry at the forefront.

"Kill, ah, ah, ah-"

Fierce shouts of killing rang out incessantly, and dense spears were swung out in unison, and the tips of the spears made of steel seemed to turn into a steel forest at this moment, and then grew mercilessly in the area where the heavy infantry stood in front of them. And the blood and broken flesh are their best nourishment.

"Block!"

With the roar of the heavily armored infantry commander at the front, hundreds of steel shields were tightly pressed together, as if they had turned into a cold metal fortress.

And in the gaps between the shields, spears and scimitars kept stabbing outward.

It's a relentless confrontation between metal and metal!

The rumbling sound spread like a tidal wave, and every collision of the spear and the iron shield, accompanied by the flying sparks, brought a piercing grinding sound.

It's a head-on collision without any fancy fancy, it's a clash of life and life!

Although after coming to this other world, Chopin's soldiers and the enemies encountered fought with absolute suppression through the amazing power of firearms, but such a frontal bloody collision, the French warriors were not afraid.

"Ahh......h

A French soldier stomped on the ground fiercely, and the strength of his whole body continued to pour into the spear, and then swung it out with all his might.

Arshir couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, spears, scimitars, and various weapons stained with blood and flesh floating in front of him, shouting and screaming, roaring, metal clashing, and wailing...... All sorts of crazy voices rang in his ears.

The color of blood spread little by little in Arhir's vision, and the pungent smell of blood continued to penetrate his heart and lungs, like the most ferocious poison, rotting his heart and bones.

"Whew...... Suck ......"

Achill tried his best to adjust his breathing, even though he had already undergone rigorous and brutal training, and his right arm holding the spear was shaking after swinging it again and again.

The thick breath of blood kept exhaling into his mouth, and the blood in his body boiled incomparably hot like raging magma at this moment.

Wild roars and desperate wails rang out, and Ahir couldn't tell whether the voices were coming from the enemy or from his companions in the chaos of the battlefield.

However, the fear and retreat that had risen in his heart slowly dissipated, and the most ferocious beast that had been imprisoned in his heart broke through the cage that had restrained its freedom for a long time.

After that, the crazy killing intent completely occupied all of Arshier's body and mind, and the original physical strength was almost exhausted, but a clear spring emerged again, and the spear in his hand slammed into the shield again and again.

"Bang!"

With a sudden loud bang, the black oppressive shield was suddenly pushed away, and the heavy infantry at the front was relentlessly charged by the surging force, and his footsteps were unsteady, and his body fell down with a bang.

Seeing this scene, Arshier's face was also stunned, but the next second he realized the situation at this time, the spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake, quickly pounced forward and bitten, and then ruthlessly pierced through the chain mail covering the opponent's body, directly into the soldier's chest and abdomen.

It's just that I don't know if Ahir has exhausted his strength, or the protective effect of the chain mail, this blow did not directly penetrate the opponent's body, but barely brought out a blood hole, and red blood kept flowing out of it.

The thick smell of blood wafted in the wind, and the sharp pain caused the soldier to let out a heart-rending wail, but after the initial panic, the soldier who had been invaded by death intent also showed a crazy fierce look, grabbed the scimitar on the side and prepared to stab at Ahir.

At this time, it was obviously too late to draw his spear and fight back, but before the scimitar in the opponent's hand could be swung out, Ahir roared angrily, and the slender scimitar was already fearlessly slashed.

Under the shroud of the knife light with all his might, it was as easy as a dinner knife cutting through brioche bread, and he barely felt any resistance, and the soldier's body was neatly cut in two in an instant.

And as the first crack opened, one after another continued to appear, and after that, the tremendous pressure came like a flood breaking through the levee, overwhelming the impact of the mountains and seas......

"Kill, ah, ah, ah-"

"Rush, ah, ah, ah-"

"Hooray, France!"

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In the surging killing intent and the tidal wave of shouting and killing, the front line of the fight spread wildly......

ps: Thank you "Rym" for the 100 coins you rewarded, the first few chapters are not satisfied, this chapter feels okay, what do you think?