(I wish all book friends a happy double holiday, smooth work, and happy life.) By the way, it's not that I'm more excited, I really can't write more. I'm not writing books full-time, I'm going to work. Every day from 9 to 5, I have to get up at 6 a.m. to make breakfast for my son, then take him to school, and then go to work...... Thank you for your understanding, thank you! ）

The main force of the Plantagenet Kingdom only rested here temporarily, although the camp was built according to the military discipline, but more attention was paid to the reasonable allocation of space and site, and there was no wartime protection in the strict sense.

After all, there are so many people, and with a huge amount of military supplies, the camp itself is almost a mobile city.

There are only a few wooden walls built on the terrain. On the periphery of the camp, vehicles loaded with supplies are basically placed side by side, creating barriers. This kind of extensive camp construction cannot be said to be wrong, after all, there is still some distance between the main force and the vanguard legion, and the military talent of Viscount Monio is obvious to all. In private, he was known to many as the "Plantagenet God of War", and it was almost impossible for a general worthy of such praise to fail, in other words, the main force that followed him was unlikely to be in danger.

The harsh reality shows that everything is wrong.

The burly savages were armed with long-handled battle axes, and they slashed at the outer walls like madness, and the thick stakes were like weak women who had no power to resist, and they were completely reduced to pieces under the ravages of this violent force. As soon as there was a gap between two or three of the wooden walls, the giants behind swarmed up, and they used strong ropes to lassoscope the upper end of the stake, gritted their teeth, and forced it open, rapidly expanding the entrance.

Trailers loaded with cargo are extremely heavy and require at least two horses to pull. Under the terrified gaze of the Marquis of Elken, the furious giants grabbed the wooden carts that had been piled up on the periphery of the camp as a wall, and they carried and pulled them one by one, tearing apart in an instant the seemingly dense ring of obstacles, and there were gaps everywhere.

A pack of wolves rushed into the flock in an instant.

No, it's not a wolf, it's a lion ten times more ferocious than a wild wolf, if not a hundred!

Wielding long knives and battle axes, they slashed at every target. The rain affected the fighting to some extent, but overall it was not significant. Giants with an average height of more than three meters against white people about one meter eight are almost one-sided slaughters without considering the generation difference in weapons.

A white soldier caught off guard was knocked away by the giant that rushed sideways, screaming and flying upside down several meters away. Before he could struggle to get up from the ground, dozens of fierce giants had already run closer. They apparently did not target the white man who had fallen to the ground, but all of them, with full malice, stepped over the poor fellow.

Head, chest, and especially unprotected abdomen. The musketeers of the Plantagenet Kingdom were armed only with light leather armor, and the rest of the armor was made of cloth, except for a steel layer of protection on the chest and left shoulder. Dense giants swarmed in from outside the camp, and the fallen soldiers never got up again. His stomach was in shambles, and blood and flesh were squeezed out of his mouth, nose, ears, and even eyes, until his abdomen ruptured, and his internal organs, which could not bear the pressure, flowed out.

The long sword swung in the air, and the unimaginable force urged the terrifying weapon to cut the white soldier in half before he could escape.

The Giant Light Infantry were very agile, and the rain did not cause them a visual obstacle. With their keen sense of hearing and smell, they pinpoint the location of their targets, like a vigorous cheetah pounces on them, wields a round shield tied to their left arm to open the crowd, and holds a knife in their right hand or stabs or splits, harvesting lives at an astonishing speed.

Yes, the sense of smell became an important help in guiding the giants in their search for their goals. There was an unusual smell on the white body, mainly from the sweat glands. This is a genetic trait that has been left over from the age of civilization to the present day, and may never change.

The whole camp was thrown into chaos.

The white officers, though flustered, maintained their essential sanity. They drew their command knives and shouted loudly in the rain at the scattered soldiers, and with their personal prestige and the crazy fighting force of wielding knives and killings, they continued to gather large and small groups.

"Don't panic, giants aren't scary. They are human beings, at most, taller than us. As long as you aim at the vital point and shoot, they will die as well. ”

"Damn don't run around, think about your usual training, line up quickly, shoot in turn."

"Shoot! You goddamn idiots, don't you see that the giants are already rushing over? Shoot! ”

No amount of urging is useless. Panic only causes the mind to become more confused, which in turn affects one's speed and movement. Although the soldiers completed the formation under the orders of the officers, when they filled the barrels with gunpowder, they almost immediately thought of the crucial problem———— it was raining now, and it was difficult to ignite the fire, not to mention that the rope was soaked by the rain, and even if the fire was lit, it was impossible to shoot.

The Marquis of Elken was so anxious from the lookout that he stomped his feet and kept shouting: "Shoot, shoot!" Aren't you all brainless pigs, these damn idiots? ”

There was no rain in the lookout, and the anxious Marquis had completely forgotten about the rain.

The adjutant stepped forward quickly and said hurriedly, "My lord, our arquebuses cannot shoot in the rain, and the time chosen by the giant to attack is really good. ”

Elken suddenly came to his senses. He hurriedly gave an order: "Quick, order all the halberd hands to go up." Also, immediately send someone to get in touch with Monio's vanguard legion. What the hell is he doing? For so long, he couldn't clear out the giants, and let these savage creatures go around and attack...... Order the vanguard to immediately come back to the rescue, flank the front and back, and take out these daring giants. ”

Until now, the Marquis still felt that this was nothing more than a small giant raiding force. After all, the Vanguard Legion's route was the same as that of the main force of the Plantagenet Kingdom, and no warning from the Vanguard Legion had been received from the beginning to the end. This means that the distance between Viscount Monio and the main force is not completely safe, and there will be no large-scale giant army.

The adjutant immediately turned around and ran down the stairs to deliver the order.

The giants' attack in the rain became more violent, and they did fight a beautiful assault, and in just over ten minutes, at least three thousand white musketeers who were caught off guard were killed. This is only the losses from hand-to-hand combat, the casualties from long-range artillery fire have not been counted.

Shi Xin launched a charge with 10,000 infantry.

As a commander and a henchman at the Lion King's side, his name sounds a little strange. In fact, what Shi Xin really wants is the word "heart", but unfortunately it has long been occupied by other royal family members, so he can only choose homophony in desperation.

The hard iron armor was cold on his body, except for an underwear to prevent skin wear, the only items Shi Xin carried with him were weapons and a water bottle. The thick armor covered the imprint on the arm, and it was impossible to tell by the most striking sign that he was a 10,000-headed man. However, the armor style was very different from that of the average soldier, which largely made him a target for many white people.

With a wordless sneer, Shi Xin blocked the round shield horizontally in front of him, flicked away the knife cut by a white soldier, rushed over, crossed the opponent with amazing agility and speed, quickly turned around, pressed down with his left hand, strangled the collar on the back of the opponent's neck, and swept the knife horizontally with his right hand, drawing a fine blood line on the person's throat.

It feels like slaughtering a fanged pig that has just come out of its mother's womb and is only half a year in size. Shi Xin's upper body was bent, and his eyes looked at the opposite side through the helmet and armor, and he felt that there was a bloodthirsty beast roaring in his body, which could only be released by killing.

The orders of the Marquis of Elken are being carried out. The white musketeers on the outskirts of the camp were dead and wounded, but they did not die in vain, at least to buy time for those behind. Just in the distance where Shi Xin's gaze swept away, as many as tens of thousands of halberders had already completed the array combination, divided into thick phalanxes, and swooped back towards this side.

"Everybody ready." Shi Xin withdrew the sword, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood stained on the back of the knife, looking at the white soldiers holding halberds in the distance, he let out a hideous laugh: "Attack the formation, the heavy infantry is in front, kill with me!" ”

Behind him, as many as hundreds of personal guards immediately formed a triangular attack formation with Shixin as the core. The raid worked well, and follow-up troops were pouring in from the cracked wooden fence. The heralds quickly took up the high platform, waving their flags to signal to their followers, and the well-trained leonin infantry concentrated in this direction. As long as the division makes a move, it immediately starts to charge.

Although it seemed that the number of white halberders on the opposite side far outnumbered his own, Shi Xin was not afraid. Despite being a Leonite, these days he received short-term military training from the Dragon Lord Regent. Mainly related theories and tactics. The Leon Clan has always circulated legends about the young Highness, and the story of his rise from the lowest level of society has made the blood boil for all listeners. The northern barbarians have always worshiped the brave and wise, and after Tianhao personally taught and explained, Shi Xin recognized him as the embodiment of bravery and wisdom, and admired him to the extreme.

"Don't be afraid, although there are many white people, they are not our opponents." Shi Xin finally checked the weapons and equipment on his body, and instructed his entourage in a disciplined tone: "His Royal Highness the regent of the Dragon Clan said that they can't shoot in the rain. Today, right now, it's our home turf. ”

The soldiers who followed the commander were elite, and they had difficulty understanding advanced military theories, but they understood the easy-to-understand explanation, the key being that "white people can't shoot."

The distance of about 100 meters is not an obstacle at all in Shi Xin's opinion. He still used the round shield to open the halberd that stabbed straight over, blocked the side with the combat knife in his right hand and pushed it away, and then slashed at the momentum, cutting the entire head of the halberd hand directly opposite him who had no time to adjust his posture in half, along with the helmet.

The white soldier didn't fall down screaming as he had imagined, and his head was cracked and he stiffened to retract his halberd. This sudden change subverted Shi Xin's cognition, he was slightly stunned, and failed to adjust his movements in time, and the tip of the halberd that was hooked back pierced the gap in the armor covering his left shoulder from behind, tearing the skin and penetrating deep into the muscles.

"Bastard!"

Shi Xin let out a furious roar, ignoring the widening wound on his shoulder and back, and rushed forward, pulling the tip of the halberd away from his back with great speed, and slashing at the white soldier on the opposite side with his backhand.

It's illogical. According to common sense, this level of damage was enough to kill the opponent on the spot, and Shi Xin also felt that the power of the halberd that was hooked from behind him was rapidly weakening. This means that the white halberd hand is actually in a near-death state, and is only fighting back with the last of his strength.

The sword was steady and unmistakable, slashing the neck of the white halberd's hand along its trajectory. Seeing the tattered human head fall to the ground, Shi Xin turned sideways and pounced on the next target. But at the same time as he raised the knife again, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the headless body that had completely lost the pillar of life and should have been too dead to die anymore actually held the halberd and made a mechanical stabbing motion.

What kind of monster is this?

The indescribable shock and fear spread in the bottom of his heart, forcing Shi Xin to increase the strength in his hand, and wave his sword to look at the new opponent with a strength that exceeded the usual thirty percent.

The wound on his back was squeezed and torn to release severe pain, and Shi Xin's body, who had killed the next target, trembled slightly. He felt a strong sense of danger from the white soldiers who were not afraid to die.

A terrible scream came from his side. There is no need to look back, Shi Xin also knows that it is one of his entourages.

"Something isn't quite right with these white people." Shi Xin was stabbed in the left leg by a halberd again, and he rushed over like a wounded beast, splitting the white man who dared to hurt himself from the shoulder to the abdomen, and warned the others with a fierce and tragic roar: "If you attack them, you must kill them directly!" Chop off their heads! ”

These whites don't seem to be afraid of getting hurt?

The questions in his mind were getting deeper and deeper, Shi Xin felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and his physical strength was losing sharply, but at this time, there were three halberders on the opposite side staring at him. The three of them formed the word "pin" and attacked together, and the leader should be an officer. His face was gloomy, and the three halberds just formed an angle, firmly locking Shi Xin.

Struggling to block the halberd stabbed on the left with his shield, the panting Shi Xin could only roll sideways to the ground in embarrassment in order to avoid the tip of the halberd pressed on the right, and just supported himself with his knees, he saw the white officer holding the halberd and stabbing at his head.

Shi Xin's hands and feet were cold suddenly———— the distance was too close, and he didn't have time to dodge.

I'm going to die here!

A huge force suddenly came from his shoulders, dragging Shi Xin's whole person backwards. All this was so fast that Shi Xin couldn't see exactly who saved him, only saw that it was a tall figure. The man held a rifle peculiar to the dragon clan and pulled the trigger on the white officer. After the fire and the piercing roar, a large hole was blown open in the chest of the white officer on the opposite side, and all the armor and flesh were blown away, and the ribs were shattered, revealing a few remnants of the heart and a mass of red alveoli.

He stumbled forward a few steps, his hands loosened, and the halberd fell.