"Dada-da-"

More than two hundred galloping horses swept forward like a raging wind, and the Polish cavalry and the Guards grenadiers who rushed to the front were like two sharp blades, slaughtering any obstacle that stood in their way. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the group of four or five hundred skeleton warriors gathered together in front of them undoubtedly became the object of their catharsis.

Although the number of these skeleton warriors was fully double that of the cavalry, the moment they saw this group of disgusting creatures, the two hundred or so cavalry did not hesitate to charge at these undead creatures.

As one of the most elite heavy cavalry in the French Empire, the war horses ridden by the Guards Polish Cavalry and the Guards Grenadier Cavalry were naturally the first-class excellent war horses in the Empire.

These Arabian and French horses have incredible speed and endurance, and it takes no telling how long it takes to breed each of these fine horses.

However, it turns out that what corresponds to those countless painstaking efforts is the strength and courage of the war horses.

"Attack!"

With this heavy and calm but violent thunderous sound, more than 200 cavalrymen who were still advancing steadily also entered the state of charge at this moment.

The sharp saber was raised high, and the spear of more than two meters was waiting for an opportunity like a poisonous snake that had been dormant for a long time, and at this time, both the Guards Polish cavalry and the Guards Grenadier cavalry were slightly inclined forward.

The hard horseshoe pounded against the barren land, and the violent vibration roared like a tsunami.

It's just that no matter how turbulent the momentum is, it doesn't have the slightest impact on those skeleton warriors.

They have no intelligence, they have no discernment, they act entirely on instinct.

And as the distance between the two sides gets closer and closer, the war begins.

With the help of the inertia brought by the charge, the spears and sabers in the hands of a guard cavalryman slammed into the pale skeleton of the skeleton warrior like a mountain, and with a series of resistance transmitted back from the right arm, the body of a skeleton warrior was also like a fallen tall building, only in an instant, it had collapsed, turning into white bones all over the ground.

The vast majority of skeleton warriors could not withstand the amazing blows of those guards cavalry with the help of charging inertia, and those skeleton warriors who could barely block it would probably have a large broken hole in their chests, and the faint soul fire in their hollow eyes was like a candle flame flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

"Click-"

Where is the sternum of a skeleton warrior, it has become a vacuum at this time, and large and small white bone fragments continue to fall off, but Rao is like this, the skeleton warrior is still trembling and standing on the dark black ground, and even trying to attack.

Seeing that his sword had not been able to completely defeat the other party, the cavalry of the Guards who had previously delivered a thunderous blow immediately turned the saber in his hand, bringing out a graceful arc in mid-air, and then directly slashed the skull of the skeleton warrior who was holding a bone knife and slashing to the ground.

At the same time, similar scenes were constantly playing out on this barren land.

In just over five minutes, more than 500 skeleton warriors who were originally densely packed together turned into white bones all over the ground at this time.

Soul fires continued to fall in the hollow eyes of the skeleton warrior, and at the same moment, countless faint but holy white lights immediately emerged from the Holy Cross hanging from Chopin's neck.

And with bursts of white light flickering and jumping like elves, that little bit of soul fire that was originally like a rootless weed, at this time, seemed to be choked by a pair of invisible hands, and then dragged it to the Holy Cross.

Under the fierce onslaught of the most elite cavalry of the French Empire, those 500 skeleton warriors were like small fish and shrimp struggling in the rolling waves, even if they were not afraid of death at all, but what could they do?

Grasshoppers can't shake the tree!

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"Your Majesty, this is the third time."

As Chopin's personal guard captain at this time, looking at the fallen skeleton warrior, Turner not only had a look of excitement on his face, but reminded him with some worry.

It had only been a few hours since they entered this barren world of the undead, and they had encountered three groups of skeleton warriors one after another.

"Don't worry, these guys are just insignificant cannon fodder, no matter how many people there are, what's the point?"

As if to guess the concerns in Turner's heart, Chopin's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, but the pride and confidence contained in those indifferent words were obvious.

Seeing His Majesty's performance like this, it seemed that there was still some strong back hand hidden, Turner didn't say anything more at the moment, and the urgency in his heart was also unconsciously alleviated a lot under Chopin's rendering at this time.

The easiest way to deal with these low-level skeleton warriors is naturally to use the roar of the flintlock pistol to directly carry out the "clearance", but in this unknown world of the undead, Chopin and they don't have any supplies from the rear, and against these skeleton warriors who are just cannon fodder, he is naturally reluctant to waste bullets on these guys.

Therefore, the two elite heavy cavalry, the Polish Guards Cavalry and the Guards Grenadier Cavalry, will be reduced to the miserable situation of clearing these cannon fodder.

When that little bit of jumping white light returned to the Holy Cross, Chopin's retina was also rapidly converted.

And as a cavalryman returned to the array with some boredom, Chopin's accumulated strength at this time suddenly rose by a full 500 points.

"Huh?"

Chopin looked away from the pile of changing numbers on the retina, subconsciously glanced at the pile of bones, and then frowned suddenly.

The white bones piled up on the ground seemed to be much less than before.

Chopin's heart was shocked, and then his eyes were fixed on the area, but the next thing that made him feel extremely stunned was that it seemed that this dark ground was absorbing the white bones.

The dark black earth is like a terrifying beast whose face cannot be seen clearly, quietly dormant and unmoving, and the white bones scattered in this world for various reasons are its food.

At this moment, Chopin even had a strange illusion that he was not walking on the thick ground, but stepping on a monstrous monster of almost infinite size.

Then a strange feeling struck him suddenly, and his consciousness seemed to be connected to something.

He could faintly feel the veins of this terrifying beast as wide as a river, and the crimson blood was flowing like a tide, but there was only one place where these rivers flowed, and that was the scarlet heart!

"Knock-knock-"

The beating sound of his heart was like thunder in nine days, and like a hammer, constantly beating Chopin's chest.

It's just that he didn't feel the slightest pain, and under such strange fluctuations, it was his own heart rhythm, which faintly coincided with the fluctuations of the invisible beast's heart.

"Whew...... Whew......"

It's just that as the invisible fit gets closer and closer, Chopin's pressure is getting bigger and bigger, as if his neck is being choked, and the whole person's face is flushed.

"Bang !!"

Just when Chopin felt that he was getting closer and closer to something, a sudden and huge pressure came like a tide, forcing him out of that mysterious situation in an instant.

"Ahem...... Whew, whew......"

And when this barren world came into Chopin's eyes again, his originally tense body immediately relaxed, and then the whole person gasped as if he was drowning.

"Your Majesty—"

"Your Majesty—"

……

Seeing that such a change suddenly happened to Chopin, the faces of several personal guards on the side changed, and they hurriedly leaned over.

"It's okay, I'm fine......"

Seeing that Chopin's face gradually returned to normal, the faces of several personal guards relaxed slightly, but while they were a little confused, their eyes were more cautious and scanned around.

Chopin slowly stood up from the ground, and the faint pain he had felt before had slowly dissipated with the passage of time, but until now, he didn't know whether what he had felt before was an illusion or something else.

If it was a hallucination, why did he suddenly fall into a hallucination. But if it's not an illusion, then what is everything he sees in his "vision".

But before Chopin could think about it, a group of pale figures resurfaced in front of him that he unconsciously swept forward.

Temporarily suppressing the confusion in his heart, Chopin's gaze quickly fell on the pale figures, but then he realized that the group of skeletons that came this time seemed to be a little different from the skeleton warriors he had encountered before.

Compared with those skeleton warriors before, the group of guys in front of them, their hand bones appear more slender and smooth, and there is a faint more amazing explosive power, and the soul fire swaying in the hollow eyes is also much more vigorous than those cannon fodder.

Moreover, what they held in their hands was not a cold scimitar, but a curved bow forged from an unknown bone or material, and at their waists, there were a dozen or so polished extremely smooth bone swords.

Although this group of skeleton archers was only more than two hundred people, the sense of threat they brought to Chopin was far more than that of the previous group of skeleton warriors, which was twice as large as the previous group.

"Aren't you the low-level classes anymore?"

This group of skeleton archers is obviously more powerful than the skeleton warriors they encountered before, but what makes Chopin more interested is that compared with the chaotic skeleton warriors before, the group of skeleton archers in front of him, who also have no wisdom or emotion, are like disciplined soldiers, constantly moving forward.

This time, before his Imperial cavalry could charge, the skeletal archer went on the offensive.

The slender hand bones showed an astonishing explosiveness that was completely out of proportion to the thickness of the bones, and the white bow and arrow were also pulled into a full string by a famous skeleton archer, and then the tip of the bone arrow was polished into a triangular shape and immediately hit it.

This series of movements is like a cloud of water, without the slightest sense of jerkiness, as if it has been rehearsed countless times.

It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful movement could come from these skeletons.

"Whoosh!"

And with the first crisp and sharp sound, a similar sound is like raindrops frantically slapping on the ground, fast and violent.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Bone arrows fell from the sky like locusts, and the fierce friction with the air brought out bursts of screams like devils' noise, and these bone arrows, which seemed to be particularly easy to break, were immobile in the process of high-speed impact.

And at the moment of landing, the destructive power exerted by this bone arrow made Chopin's eyes shrink.

In terms of the power of a single round, the destructive power of these bone arrows is not much inferior to that of muskets.

Fortunately, the distance between the two sides was still far away at this time, and the accuracy of the bone arrows was obviously not enough, so only a dozen or so imperial cavalry reacted a little slowly, and were hit by the bone arrows that were thrown down.

Crimson blood poured out of the Imperial cavalryman's body like an infusion, and even if he was wearing heavy and strong armor, he couldn't stop the sharp bone arrows at all.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chopin's face suddenly changed, these cavalry were all his treasures, and he was distressed to lose one.

"Cavalry retreat, all line infantry, guns loaded - shoot!"

Although the lead bullets on hand at the moment are a little less, they are not so important compared to the precious lives of the Imperial cavalry under them.

A full five lines of infantry, 600 resolute figures lined up in several columns, and then Qi Qi aimed the tunnel pistols in his hands at the skeleton archers in front of them, and with Chopin's roar with rage, bits and pieces of majestic light, from this moment, it was also turbulent from the black pressure of the muzzle.

It is the celebration of life, the purification of evil, and the most terrible scythe of death.

The tongues of fire stretched out in a row, like a hideous fire dragon,

"Bang bang-"

The crisp gunfire was like a continuous firecracker, roaring, shocking, and intensive.

Chopin had heard similar noises countless times since he came into the world, but there was no doubt that this time it was the most spectacular one he had ever seen.

A full 600 lead bullets slashed through the void in unison, bringing out bursts of sharp and piercing whistling, and also bringing the greeting of death to the skeleton archers in front of them who were ready to make a second throw.

Faced with the surging power of lead bullets that inflate and explode with gunpowder, these skeleton archers have no idea how to dodge, and in fact, they can't dodge at all.

"Click, click, click—"

At this moment, the crisp sound of bones shattering was like a continuous drizzle falling on the earth, and it resounded endlessly on this barren land.

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