Chapter 111: Breaking through the bloody road

Throwing down a horse corpse with a "plop", the stout Battle wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his hand and walked over.

The mercenaries behind him were busy dragging the enemy's corpses to various designated locations, and it was not only the slightly larger items such as damaged carriages and luggage that acted as obstacles, but also the horses that were killed by arrows, as well as the corpses left by the enemy, were all fully utilized by the mercenaries who were experienced in fighting, turning waste into treasure, although it could not form a material for the defense line, it was arranged on the passage at a certain distance, it could still cause some trouble to the charging enemy, maybe it could make them fall to their feet, right?

Hearing the conversation between Dawn and Normer, Battle scratched his head, very puzzled: "Since those eight lambs don't dare to choose our side as a breakthrough, what are they doing with all the effort to strengthen the defense line?

"Huh. Don't worry, when the fight over there is lively, let's slowly press up from the back before it's too late. Don't you even have the confidence that your own regimental commander will hold out for a while? As for why you are reinforcing the defense line on our side, you are afraid that if the enemy who falls into the encirclement is panicked and his head is hot, he will choose to die on our side?"

Outside of the words, the young man obviously had a lot of confidence in Kevin, and he was quite confident in the dying struggle of carrying the enemy alone in a short period of time, but he was very unconfident in whether the enemy could choose the right direction to break through.

Under the pressure, human beings cannot bear the pressure, and there are many cases of the destruction of the entire army due to self-chaos, and if you only make a list of cases alone, the thickness can catch up with a normal book.

"Of course not worrying about the boss's ability. Battle said decisively, and explained: "I'm just afraid that we will go up to the bag too late, and a few more brothers will die in the group." As he spoke, the rude deputy head of the mercenary looked gloomy, and his mood was very low at the thought of so many good brothers who got along with him day and night in the blink of an eye.

With his eyes lowered, he deliberately avoided a carriage close to the mountain wall, and behind that carriage, there was a long line of corpses, which were the mercenaries and the guards of the Marquis's Mansion who had died in the fierce battle until now, and they had been gathered as much as possible to be temporarily placed for burial after the battle.

In the world of the jungle, the shoulders of life and death that can be trusted, laughter and scolding, regardless of the friendship between you and me, are the little light in the darkness and coldness, illuminating each other, warming each other, and cherishing and nostalgic the most.

The corpses of the mercenaries, who have begun to get cold, have fought side by side with Battle in their lifetimes, and have crossed one hurdle after another together, until this one that cannot be overcome today.

"Don't worry. The intensity of the first wave of impact, no matter if we can't get past to support, we have to grit our teeth and block it. As long as we survive the most difficult time at the beginning, and consume the little patience and confidence left by the enemy, the enemy will panic, and then we will slowly press on it, and the pressure on the enemy will be greater, the effect of the flanking attack will be better, and the death of our own people will naturally be less. ”

Plitander understood the deputy chief's worries and appreciated his sincere attitude of caring for his subordinates, so he elaborated on the pros and cons.

Battle suddenly realized, "hehe" laughed, but under the sadness and indignation, that smile was somewhat helpless and sad.

The mercenaries at both ends did not discuss with the other side, and they were all busy reinforcing their own defensive lines. Concentrate on what you should do and turn your grief into practical action, so that you can be more sure of leaving the trapped beast that is still fighting.

The time has come, and the sun is scorching, illuminating the entire valley floor, which is one of the few times of the day when the sun can shine all over the valley. Under the blinding white sun, both sides were gearing up to make a final effort to end the battle.

It's very dramatic to say, an ordinary attack or assassination, how can there be a play like today's play, fight for a while, stop to discuss and discuss and then fight, and then stop to discuss and adjust, and then fight, in addition to really killing people, it is like an offensive and defensive drill that has been said in advance, giving both sides enough space and time to adjust their lineups and change their moves, and testing the tactical scheduling and adaptability of the commanders of both sides.

The main reason for this anomaly is actually the strength of the two sides that are too close, and the practice of disrupting each other's familiar rhythm at the beginning, the unexpected appearance of Normer and his entourage, like a hurricane fanned by butterflies, completely disrupted the development of the whole incident, the original one-sided battle turned into a close melee, how the ending is completely out of the control of the predetermined design, either side has the possibility of winning, and neither side is completely sure, even if the planner behind the scenes is on the battlefield, he will feel like a mouse pulling a turtle on how to end, and he has no way to start。

"Don't forget, how many of them we killed today! No one should think about what will happen after surrendering!"

The leader of Morabi stood on a stone, his cold and fierce gaze swept over the subordinates in front of him, as if he also swept into the depths of the hearts of this group of people, his pre-war mobilization was very concise, and straightforwardly broke the serious consequences of becoming a loser.

If he is the winner of this battle, he will not let go of any mercenary captives.

"Yes!"

The wolf's howl responded to the leader's call, and the attackers raised their swords with red eyes in a sign of loyalty and determination.

Only by rushing out can we survive! Only by rushing out can we have the possibility of turning the tables!

"Attack!"

Morabi threw his arm down again, announcing the arrival of the attacker's final blow.

The handle of the horizontal knife is only half the length of the pole of an ordinary long weapon, and it is specially designed for foot combat.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen stout men who were either holding sharp axes or maces, holding the short handles of their weapons tightly with both hands, and they didn't even cover themselves with small arm shields, completely giving up the defensive style of play, and the only task was to be responsible for following the deputy leader, rushing into the defense line of the mercenary group along the gap he had killed, consolidating and expanding the breakthrough, so as to give the entire team a way to survive.

The purpose of the attackers in a wedge formation is very clear, that is, to use sharp "chisels" to cut through the strong defense line of the mercenary group, even if it costs a huge amount of money.

With a shout of rage, Nabi's horizontal knife slashed through the compartment in front of him in one fell swoop, and with another wave, the solid axle was completely shattered, and he strode into the group of mercenaries who surrounded him. The red fighting spirit had already been released on the way to charge, and Nabi, who had entered the crowd at this time, was comparable to a raging fire, crushing the mercenaries and the guards of the Marquis's Mansion in front of him.

Nabi also had a flame burning in his chest, and as he complained, in order to give all the attackers hope of survival, the leader of Morabi had to concentrate his backbone and let him personally lead the death squad charge, and the result of the trap was that despite the red vindictive shield, he was inevitably hit by an arrow, and a black crossbow arrow shaft was prominently held on his shoulder.

In the short distance of the charge, as many as a dozen corpses of the attackers were dropped, and the stout men standing in front of the formation accounted for as much as half, and the remaining less than ten survivors were also the same as the deputy leader, all of them were wounded, with more or less arrows stuck in their bodies, worthy of the name of the "death squad".

There is no way, who is called Kevin, who has just received the support of the reserve force, the number of longbows and crossbows is several times that of Battle on the other side, and the long-range strike power that falls on the attacker's head is of course much more dense and terrifying. The valley road is narrow, and nearly a hundred bows and crossbows are concentrated in the front of the charging crowd, and the lethality is not covered, especially for the archers from the warrior level, the arrows are shot fiercely and accurately, and the short crossbow on Nabi's shoulder is the best proof.

Even Nabi, a seventh-level soldier, was wounded, not to mention the rest of the people at all levels.

Fortunately, after paying a heavy price, Naby finally led his team to the front of the defensive line, which gave him a chance to show the melee strength of the attackers.

Howling and screaming through the gap in the defensive line tore by the deputy leader, the attackers rushed into the open space behind the carriage, desperately trying to widen the breach, which was the only way for them to escape.

This is the only way to live, and it is also a veritable blood road.

"you!"

The scolding Nabi stomped down one step, the horizontal knife was pulled up from the bottom, and immediately the mercenary in front of him even flew out with a shield, and the injury was heavy Don't care about him first, first the defense line gave up a breakthrough, and then reversed the back of the knife and folded it, smashing heavily on the shield of another mercenary, forcing the other party to stagger back a few steps, and the idea of filling the gap naturally fell through.

The attackers, armed with hammers and axes, roared and swarmed up from both sides of Nabi, and except for a few mercenaries who were responsible for intercepting and supplementing the defense, the rest quickly converged in one place and continued to pounce forward.

"Rush forward, keep rushing forward, don't fall in love!"

Morabi followed in the middle of the large army, constantly reminding his subordinates loudly to correct deviations in time, lest they see the bloody slaughter and rise up, and forget the ultimate goal of breaking through for a while.

Nabi took a big gasp for a few breaths, adjusted his breathing, and then calmly kept up with the "chisel", it takes a lot of strength and fighting energy to fall into battle, and he must seize every opportunity to rest and adjust, which is commonly known as "return qi".

Blindly arching forward with his head shut, if he lost his strength and used up his fighting spirit in the process of breaking through, wouldn't he become a big fool who sacrificed himself to save others, and died in the last round of darkness before dawn, in that case, he would definitely die without a blind eye.

Driven by the desire to survive, the attackers broke through two lines of defense in a row, and then crushed the few enemies in front of the last line of defense, and then they were able to rush out of the valley and escape!

They were greeted by a tall and strong man wrapped in fiery red fighting energy, followed by dozens of different colored fighting spirits, which were the stronger mercenary leaders and guards, under the personal leadership of Kevin, shouting and waving weapons and rushing towards the gap, trying to eliminate all the attackers who rushed in and fill the gap.

These are Kevin's specially arranged reserves, ready to play again at the last minute and set the victory in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, the plan couldn't catch up with the changes, and the attackers' combat power was so amazing that it didn't take much effort to break through two lines of defense in a row, and Kevin had to lead the team to play early.

At this moment, they are also red-eyed, not only to re-block and block the enemy's only way out, but also to make the enemy bleed as much as possible, making this bloody road even more red, and finally evolving into a fake road of death. For this reason, even the strongest melee force, Captain Kevin, decisively entered the battle himself.

The two huge waves collided violently, splashing blood-red waves.

The two sides of the fight had no idea of compromise at all, and the previous brief encounter had caused too many of their own personnel to become corpses, and at this moment both sides were completely red-eyed, and in an instant, the battle entered a white heat, with broken arms, stumps, and heads, accompanied by the spilling of hot blood, screams of despair, hysterical roars, or falling dust, or flying into the sky, depicting a cruel picture of human beings dying in order to survive.