"Spear, thorn!"

There were a total of twenty-two people, forming two rows in the front and back - the front row were house slaves and private soldiers armed with spears, and the back row were Luo Ming's disciples with long swords.

Under Luo Ming's command, the thirteen spears in the front row stabbed out fiercely at the jackals who were rushing forward.

In front of a relatively dense row of spears, even Luo Ming had to be cautious, and ordinary jackals were even more difficult to resist, and they were assassinated on the spot by spears.

A burly gnoll wielded a sword snatched from nowhere, and with a tiger, he swept away one spear and cut off another.

However, four spears pierced at it together, and the remaining two pierced through its leather armor, then its fur, and finally tore its flesh and entrails.

It struggled to raise its sword and lunge forward as best it could, trying to take at least one of its enemies and back its back.

There are a total of thirty-two people on Luo Ming's side, and if ten of them die, they will definitely give up the attack temporarily because of the excessive casualties, and choose to retreat - basically no army can withstand up to thirty percent casualties without being defeated, at least the attack will be postponed, leaving a rare respite for the jackals.

There are now more than one hundred and ten gnolls, even if they exchange five for one.

However, another sword swept by, leaving an inch-deep scar on the gnoll's neck, the artery completely sliced open, and blood splattered out like a faucet.

It immediately lost its strength, the sword in its hand fell, its eyes glazed off, and its breathing completely stopped.

It was none other than one of Luo Ming's disciples, Moltke, who took the life of the gnolly, wiping a handful of blood that had accidentally splashed next to his eyes with his hand, and then continued to swing his sword to block another rushing gnoll.

While he was taking cover, the spearmen pulled their spearheads off the corpses, regrouped, and stabbed at the next enemy.

In a single look, several of the bravest gnolls died.

Luo Ming was not surprised by this.

Although there are more gnolls in number, if they rush over, each of the gnolls led by them will be set on fire by several spears.

Not to mention ordinary gnolls, even if they are at the level of a high-level swordsman, how many spear attacks can be defused in one face?

It can open two or three spears and cut off two or three spears, but if it is accompanied by Luo Ming's disciple's long sword at the same time, most of them will have to be hung up.

Even if a strong swordsman does not wear armor and does not need to protect his body, he may be surrounded by a dozen spearmen, and hundreds of spearmen can indeed kill him, and the chance of escape is almost non-existent.

This is the reason why those "Jianghu rangers" with superb martial arts always stay away from the real battlefield.

Three swords in an instant is already an extraordinary skill, but if six soldiers on the opposite side stab them with spears together, they can't completely block it, and they are likely to be poked out of a few holes.

Of course, relying on their superior physique and wearing heavy iron armor, that is another matter - ordinary spears pierce the defense at all, and can rampage like an armored car on the battlefield in the era of cold weapons.

It's a pity that the Gnoll doesn't have much iron armor - not to mention high-end products like plate armor, even ordinary cuirass or ring armor or something is not easy to handle.

In these years, there was no talk of industrialization, let alone steel, and the output of iron was very average.

The territory of the Han Dynasty on the earth was twenty or thirty times larger than that of the principality, and because there were strong enemies such as the Xiongnu around it, it attached great importance to the military industry, but it could only produce a few thousand pairs of iron armor every year. Of course, leather armor or something is another matter.

In the principality, all decent iron armor belongs to controlled materials, which doesn't matter to the nobles, but civilians may not be able to buy it if they have money, and ordinary caravan guards can get a thing for the captain to wear.

However, after all, these people under Luo Ming are not the elite of a hundred battles, and the cooperation between them is only slightly better than nothing, and they are quickly in a hurry in front of the jackals who are surging like a tide, revealing flaws.

Due to their numerical superiority, the Jackals not only pressed hard from the front, but also outflanked them from both sides.

"Reserves!

Luo Ming shouted.

As a result, the reserves, which had been recuperating for a long time and were already eager to try, were filled to the left side.

Although they are limited in manpower, if they only converge on one side, they can still resist the attack of the gnolls on that side.

As for the right side, Luo Ming is also ready to break the game.

There are only jackals over there, and there is no soldier on his side, so he can safely bombard with Cangyan.

Although he could control Cang Yan finely, and was even able to stick to other people's bodies without leaving a single scorch mark on their clothes, in this way, the energy consumed was more than ten times that of throwing Cang Yan out casually.

Without such scruples at this time, he did not hesitate to inject his fighting energy into the flames in his hand, and then formed a fireball the size of a human head, tumbling towards the right flank.

Rumble!

Cang Yan exploded, rolling up a wave of qi, causing the two gnolls in the center of the explosion point to be directly blown away, bleeding from the seven orifices.

The power of this explosion is actually small, not even comparable to a grenade, but it is not the power of the explosion that is terrifying, but the flames that spread.

Luo Ming can change some of Cangyan's attributes by his own will, and has done many experiments, and finally confirmed the strongest way to deal with miscellaneous soldiers-

The flame is like a garment, like water into the intestines, like oil into the marrow.

A little water can't extinguish it, you have to soak in a tank or jump into a river to extinguish it.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for a small flame to burn through the armor or the shield of fighting energy, and before that it will run out of strength, turn into a mortal fire, and quickly extinguish.

But when it comes to the flesh and cloth, it's completely different - these can be regarded as fuel, which can make the flame burn for a while longer and then run out of strength, turning into an ordinary mortal fire.

Unless you take out the spirit of a strong man to break your wrist and rip off the flesh of the attack, you will be burned all the way to the bones and internal organs, and you will die a painful death.

Most of the gnolls don't have such sharp daggers to use, and although some want to cut off the flesh to eliminate the disaster, they can't do it with a mallet or axe in their hands.

Compared to those killed on the spot, there were more gnolls who were not completely dead for a while, and who fell to the ground and rolled around and wailed.

This was a great blow to morale, and they immediately abandoned their plan to attack from the right, and those who were already close to this side also retreated.

And Luo Ming deliberately condensed the second ball of Cangyan in his hand, and did not throw it out immediately, but scanned the battlefield in other directions with his eyes, making it look like he was ready to throw it at any time.

At this moment, he was the most visible part of the battlefield, and the gnolls had to turn some of their attention to him to prevent him from throwing the deadly fireball.