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"Automatically divided into four teams according to the azimuth, one team will surround the back of the Tower of Thorns, the second team will surround the west, the third team will surround the east, and the fourth team will dismount and prepare in situ!" Luo Lan, the captain of the Imperial City Knights, stopped and gave orders in an orderly manner.

There is a saying in the imperial city that in addition to the general Rose, who has the role of Dinghai Divine Needle, there are only two most reliable Blue Sky Bird heroes, one is the captain of the Praetorian Guard who turned the tide of the battle with his personal strength - Balong; The other person is the tiger shark - Luo Lan, the captain of the knights who saved the world with his personal strength and leadership level.

The knights in red uniforms jumped off their horses, took off the life-size shields hanging from their horses, and lined up in three rows in the direction of the Tower of Thorns. They surrounded the Tower of Thorns, and from the perspective of the sky, there were three more perfect circles around the Tower of Thorns.

Before forming a circle, they slammed the buttocks of the warhorses in gorgeous costumes, and drove their best friends who were born and died to safety.

Where you are far away from the Tower of Thorns, you are in a safe place.

"Defend one-style, form a formation!"

Luo Lan gave an order, and the knight in front of him took the lead in half-kneeling, and the square shield slammed on the ground, standing in front of the knight on his left.

Luo Lan said that knights are not only warriors who charge into battle to defend their homes and defend their country, but also noble people who protect others. Under the physical practice of Luo Lan, the captain of the Royal Knights, whenever he defended, the shield in the knight's hand was erected for the teammates next to him.

"My noble warriors, let us swear together. We fight only for justice and justice, never for wealth, and never for selfish reasons. We want to help all those in need, and we need to support each other. We are to be gentle with the weak, but we are to punish the wicked severely. ”

This is what King Arthur said, and it is also what Luo Lan often says.

In addition to the element of cultivating noble chivalry, there is also an obvious benefit to shielding teammates: the knight holds a shield in his left hand and a weapon in his right hand. After the countless shields formed an impregnable wall, the knight's right hand could be placed on the left hand of the right knight, and his left hand could support the left hand of the left knight.

Hand to hand, a human flesh machine is formed inside the shield, and the combined movements can play the role of one plus one is greater than two. In this way, the weapon came through the gap between the shields, perhaps spears or swords, and the attack was more stable as they marched in unison.

As the first person crouched, the others quickly formed out of formation. The knights, crouching in turn, mimicked the momentum of dominoes, their orderly movements like a pianist swiping a finger across the keys, and their casual movements emitted pleasing notes.

"Defensive two-style, formation!" The knights of the third row turned back, and they made the same movement as the first row, so that the shields of the two rows stood opposite each other.

"Defensive three-style, formation!" The knights in the second row standing in the middle finally got into action. They lifted their shields and covered them over their heads, and a metal wall was formed.

Thunder fell on the top of the Tower of Thorns, and the aftermath spread to all sides. The originally scattered thunderbolts were destroying everything in the Imperial City, and after the Knights' shields were erected, the Razers in the sky changed direction. As if attracted by the shield, they made a ninety-degree turn in the air, and their target changed from a tall building to a shield.

When they each landed on the shield, two muffled sounds sounded. The first muffled sound was the sound of a shield being struck, and when one shield was hit, blue-purple lightning bolts were drawn by adjacent shields. They swirled in circles, getting fainter and fainter, until they turned into an arc of electricity and burrowed into the ground.

The second muffled sound came from the mouths of the knights of the Imperial City Knights, and although they didn't want to make such a humiliating sound, the force coming from their hands was too great, which caused the breath in their chests to hold their strength to spread out and rush to their throats.

The force they were bearing was too great, and one knight later said that the impact of Heavenly Punishment was still too great after being dispersed. If this catastrophe is a game with the Imperial City as the backstory, then Heavenly Punishment is already a script.

It was as if someone had hammered him in the chest with a sledgehammer, as if someone had driven over his big toe, as if someone had stuffed a piece of ginger into his throat.

The pain of choking, the pain of gnashing teeth, the pain of being hot and unspeakable.

Thankfully, the aftermath of the thunder fell on the shields, and their power was greatly weakened. The horror was that all that fell on the shields was the aftermath of the thunder, and their power was greatly weakened.

The person who received the thunder head-on, I am afraid that there are no bones left.

Those who understand the formation can see the principle of the shield circle, which is an eggshell defensive formation that transfers power and averages the destruction to the minimum. The blue-purple lightning became dim, they were channeled by a shield on the metal surface, split into three, and then consumed their own energy in a cycle of constantly dividing the power, and finally turned into the weakest lightning that was absorbed by the earth.

When holding an egg with your hand, it is difficult to break it up, and this is the principle of sharing the force, weakening with the strength of the face.

The problem of thunder destroying the imperial city and injuring innocents was temporarily solved, but Luo Lan frowned and was still worried. He needed to find out why Heavenly Punishment had descended on the Imperial City, and perhaps there was something forbidden inside the Tower of Thorns that was attracting them.

"Could it be that the hundred-year-old demon fox has crossed the catastrophe again? It doesn't make sense, most of her own strength was knocked out by the last Tribulation Thunder, and with the suppressive effect of the immeasurable sand, her strength will not recover too quickly. Luo Lan stroked his mustache, he has adhered to the spirit of chivalry for more than 30 years, and his whole body is full of righteousness, the only thing that does not match his own knightly momentum is his mustache.

He felt that after he grew this short upper lip beard, he looked like a butler, and he sometimes even wondered if he would apply to become the emperor's butler after retiring from the position of captain of the royal knights in another thirty years.

The Praetorian Guards and the Knights arrived at the Tower of Thorns at about the same time, but they did very differently when they faced the Heavenly Punishment. A small number of Praetorian Guards sneaked away, unaware of their responsibilities and fearful of death, while the forces behind them were powerful enough to settle the consequences they deserved as deserters.

And most of the members can't go for a variety of reasons. They hid behind the knight's erected shield, they crouched, they lay down, they lay down, not daring to go a little higher than the shield of the height of the man.

"In an open place, thunder and lightning fall preferentially on the highest place."

"I'm not afraid, I'm short, and if the thunder and lightning fall, you'll all have to die before it's my turn."

"Then you stand up and try?"

They began to talk about family life, gossip, and topics that would lighten the mood. The members of the Praetorian Guard are like babbling sparrows, and the shields of lightning flashes are their high-voltage wires.

They hid in the safest place, in a mess of sand. And the knights continued their mission as a wall, without saying a word.

Everything the Praetorian Guard members did fell into Luo Lan's eyes, and Luo Lan didn't care. The spirit of knighthood allowed him to tolerate those who were in the bag, and at the same time, he himself had long been accustomed to the unreliable style and discipline of the Imperial City Guard.

He personally disliked the Royal Guard, but he liked Baron as the captain of the Praetorian Guard. The young man would always show up at the most critical moment, and leave as soon as he completed the task cleanly.

I really want to know him, Tyrannosaurus is a reliable young man. Luo Lan thought.