Although in the cab of the so-called "Apocalypse Chariot" illegally modified with a ten-wheeled truck, the fighting atmosphere of the chengguan was so embarrassing and speechless, but the Spanish cavalrymen who were in front of the ten-wheeled truck at this moment only saw the arrival of demons and death.

- Such a fortress-like steel beast, with an unstoppable majesty, let out an unspeakable devilish roar ("Soviet March"), and rushed towards it like a legendary dragon...... This one...... We don't seem to have St. George the Dragon Slayer among us!

The first reaction of these devout Christians to something terrible beyond their comprehension was to raise the cross or make a cross on their chest, silently praying for God's blessing.

However, in the face of the notorious city management, as well as the unlicensed driving of a ten-wheeled truck that kills the gods and Buddhas, even God can't help it.

The harsh music that had never been heard before made the horses under the crotches of the cavalry frightened, kicked and bitten.

The scorching sand and dust on the face made every rider feel the cold and fear that went deep into the bone marrow.

This indescribable fear made their muscles and blood seem to be frozen into ice sculptures, and they couldn't move for a while.

Finally, this terrifying steel beast rushed in front of them, and the three frightened cavalrymen in front of them had no time to ride their horses to dodge, and they were knocked into the air with men and horses. One of them hit his head against a stone as he hit the ground, shattering his skull on the spot, his brain shattering, and a viscous liquid of red, white and white splattered everywhere, even spilling some of it on his companion and the steel beast.

The next moment, a brave but stupid cavalryman, with a cry of fear or excitement, raised his spear and charged towards the steel beast, his expression as if he were participating in a tournament in front of the Emperor...... Then, with a tooth-aching sound, the brave man who challenged the monster was knocked out without accident, and the spear was easily broken into several pieces by the giant beast like a toothpick, and fell to the ground in the cactus bush.

As a mere cavalryman, it's best not to compare momentum with a ten-wheeled truck running wildly!

The other dozen or so cavalrymen with a little thinking ability woke up from the back of their saddles and unwound their crossbows as fast as they could...... Then he was disappointed to find that most of the arrows missed, and the few crossbow arrows that hit could not pierce its iron sheet.

There were also a few unlucky ones who had been thrown off by the runaway horses before the steel beasts could be killed, and they could only limp on foot with spears and whistle to call the horses back......

And so, their horsemen, who had lost their horses and speed, were like wounded fawns in front of a hungry wolf, and became the priority targets of this cunning steel monster, one by one they were crushed to the ground by the wheels with a desperate wail that pierced their eardrums.

One of the guys was just hit by a wheel that broke one of his legs, and he seemed to be very conscious, as evidenced by the fact that this guy was still able to wail loudly after being run over by the wheel.

However, just when the others thought that the creature had escaped for the time being and might be able to continue living as a disabled person, the terrible steel beast suddenly stopped—not to save people, of course, but to fall backwards again, crush the broken leg creature lying in the back of the car, and then, very slowly, patiently, crush his head and shoulders into minced meat......

Obviously, he died slowly enough, and painfully enough...... The soul-shattering screams really creeped out to every listener. …,

In the face of this terrible steel monster, the Spanish cavalry spontaneously tried many ways to counterattack, and then failed without exception:

Spears are useless.

Machetes are useless.

Crossbow bolts are useless.

Muskets were also useless.

The poor Spanish cavalrymen finally found themselves infinitely sad to find that they had no means to destroy the steel monster.

After all the means of attack failed, Zuihou's strategy was naturally only to escape.

One, two, five, eight...... When the first brave men who tried to resist the monster were easily knocked into the sky by a truck with a horse and a spear, the morale of the Spanish cavalry finally collapsed, and people began to turn their horses' heads and gallop away into the distance, and immediately affected his companions - in the battlefield of life and death, escape is a rapidly spreading epidemic.

“…… Hum! Run away? We will make you live in infinite fear! ”

Classmate Wang Qiu, who had already hit his eyes red and blackened his soul, immediately snorted with a cruel smile, stepped on the accelerator and continued to chase after him.

The wheels are spinning.

The behemoth is roaring.

The cavalry was on the run.

Stump limbs, severed arms, and stomach brains are flying.

Their escape was still bloody, and every minute or two at most, some wretched creature would be crushed into patties by a ten-wheeled truck.

In fact, if these Spanish cavalrymen could keep half of them, sacrificing their lives and flesh to entangle this steel monster; Let the other half of the cavalry far bypass the ten-wheeled trucks and rush to the main formation and camp of the Eastern Army behind, and perhaps there is still a hope or two of successful surprise attacks - provided that the traversers are already exhausted and can no longer sacrifice any new weapons against the sky.

However, the cavalry under Cortés was neither the cowardly army of the Mongol Khan, nor the knights of the Round Table of King Arthur, but a rabble that had been fooled by their wealth and fame, and had only been gathered together for no more than three months. Most of them have no loyalty, no friendship, and no responsibility for Cortez, but just want to make a fortune next to him.

Such a force can obviously only fight a favorable battle, and once it encounters adversity, it is best not to expect them to die for the commander-in-chief.

So, in a state of heart-wrenching fear, Cortés was left behind by the rabble.

Faced with the roaring and rapidly approaching steel monster, abandoned by most of his subordinates, and only a few cronies were left by his side, Cortez had to pull out his short fire from his waist and shoot it from a distance, and then as expected, it had no effect.

Looking down at the short fire gun in his hand, which was still emitting residual heat, Cortés couldn't help but show a wry smile.

He knew very well that in the bumpy saddle of the saddle, such an arquebus, which had a very cumbersome firing process, could not be reloaded on his own.

And, even if he could continue to shoot, there was a good chance that he wouldn't be able to penetrate the steel monster's shell.

According to Cortez, the only effective way to destroy this monster is to set up artillery and bombard.

However, it is impossible for the cavalry to drag the artillery together to maneuver at high speed and outflank in a roundabout way, at least the cavalry of this era cannot do it.

So, is it just a U-turn and run away with your tail between your legs? No, this is not the work of a brave man!

Cortés took a deep breath in the face of the scattered Spanish cavalry and the roaring steel monsters, and then grabbed his cavalry spear, as if he was participating in a knight's joust, raised the barrel of the gun flat in front of his chest, and then kicked the spur hard to meet the front.

“…… Drive! In the name of my Lord, die! Monster! ”

Yes! This is the incomparably brave conqueror of the Americas, the paladin who preached the gospel for God, and the great Spanish hero Honan. Cortés, who inherited the glorious tradition of medieval Crusader knights who fought fearlessly for the Lord! Don Quixote rode his horse to attack the windmills in the countryside, and the heroic posture of Don Quixote riding horses to attack the windmills in the countryside was possessed at this moment, and the heroic style of the Polish cavalry challenging the German tanks quietly appeared at this moment! At this moment, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone!

Unfortunately, will and courage cannot defeat steel.

With a crisp cracking sound, and after accurately stabbing a headlight head-on with his spear, the brave Cortez could not escape his doom after all—the force of the unstoppable impact made him feel as if something had been struck his body, and then the whole person was thrown out of the saddle and flew far upside down until it rolled into a pile of rough gravel.

At the same time, the Andalusian horse under his crotch has also become another achievement of a certain road killer comrade who drives without a license......

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