Half a person tall, the tower shield forged from hundreds of steels shone brightly under the illumination of Yangguan. A large number of tower shields are spliced together, and the shield wall is arranged in an orderly manner, which can even forcibly resist the impact of cavalry.

The armor covered the whole body, with the patterns of the Holy Cross and the White Lily, was still as bright as a mirror even in this dusty environment. Carefully crafted plate armor by skilled craftsmen, combined with cumbersome chain mail with a lot of consumables, these cathar soldiers are like a tin can, not afraid of ordinary weapons.

In addition, long hair, short spears, two-handed broadswords, one-handed swords, hammers, maces, and other weapons of all kinds and colors are kept at hand. The frosty blades and sharp teeth showed that these were undoubtedly the best weapons of killing. At the slightest hint of trouble, these well-trained and battle-hardened soldiers would immediately grab their weapons and punish the infidels with death.

The upright posture, the straight queue like a line, and the silent and neat appearance of the army prove how well-trained this army is, and it is worthy of being one of the best in the kingdom, and only the city guards directly under the Violet royal family can match the Holy Guardian Guard.

A total of 3,000 people formed a long snake formation in front of the refugees, like a majestic and strong embankment, blocking all the tide and waves, and protecting the Holy Radiance Cathedral.

It's just that such a strong army, which is strong and strong, is bound in the face of those defenseless refugees who seem to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind, and even the rock-solid formation on weekdays cannot be maintained.

The refugees slammed straight into the shield wall of the cathars! Like eggs touching stones, how could they shake these immovable shields, so they had to slap the cold shields in vain, making a "thump" sound.

They shouted, "Let us pass!" as they slammed forward, but they had not eaten for many days, and how could they, dizzy with hunger, push the recuperated soldiers?

But what do the refugees behind them think? They just move forward, forward! If the people in front of them stand still, they will push forward with all their strength, and for a time people will squeeze and push people, even those who want to stand still, they will be coerced forward.

It was as if a mountain was pressing against each other, and people were pushing each other, all panting and dizzy, but the most painful thing was the refugees who stood at the head of the line and threw themselves on their shields.

The other refugees were leaning on their limp bodies, but they were leaning on cold shields, hard metal! These people were squeezed against the wall of the shield in that row, like a cake in food, and the whole person was squeezed into a thin sheet!

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze! I'm really going to squeeze people to death!", they screamed in pain, and many of them wept with tears and snot in pain, and some of them fainted.

Imagine what kind of pain a living person has to endure in the process of being brutally flattened? There is no more torture in the world than this.

It's just that their screams and shouts didn't stop the squeezing behind them. At this time, many refugees were unable to help themselves, and they could not stop. At this time, the only thing that could save them was for the cathars who were blocking the front to retreat and give up on blocking them.

"Please, just let us pass, do you want to watch us being squeezed to death?"

"Please, people's hearts are flesh, we really can't do it anymore. The refugees, huddled in shields, howled, cried, and prayed. The terrible screams, the "dong dong" and the constant sound of beating drums, coupled with their distorted faces because of pain and despair, were like a picture of hell in reality, a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Sad and cruel, not like the world.

These elite soldiers holding shields can face the fierce attacks of heavy cavalry without fear, and they can look directly at the demons of the cultists without changing their faces, and their big hands that are as steady as mountains covered with calluses, holding shields even if they withstand thousands of powerful impacts, they still do not move.

Because they are the guardians of the Holy Religion, guarding the Holy Religion and adhering to the will of the gods, they are not confused and indomitable.

But in the face of these painful refugees, their hands trembled, their shields could not be raised, and their formations were not as stable as before, for they were not facing enemies, cultists, or blasphemers.

It's a living, ordinary person.

The captain of the shield-wielding team cursed with a gloomy face, and he walked quickly to one of the generals at the back of the team, "General, no, we can't just watch those people squeeze to death......, can we?"

The general sighed and said to a red-robed bishop beside him, "My lord, I think we should retreat, or those people will be squeezed to death." ”

The priest turned his head to look at him, his pale blue eyes were as cold as jewels, and there was no temperature, "Stand back, General Tucker, where can you go back? If you take a step back, the mobs will take a step forward, two steps back, and those mobs will take two steps forward." ”

"Don't forget what kind of sins they have committed before!", he whispered, "These people don't know how to advance or retreat, and they don't know how to be satisfied, and if you keep retreating, can you retreat behind the Cathedral of Divine Radiance?"

"The sanctuary is so vast, but we have no way out! Don't forget, behind us is the Cathedral of the Holy Radiance, where His Majesty the Pope is watching over us!"

Beads of sweat broke down on the general's forehead, and he said with some snort: "But if we see them being squeezed to death, isn't it equivalent to our cathars killing them? ”

The priest raised his eyebrows, "Doctrine, remember, no retreat! This is an order from several privy councilors, if the true symbol of the Holy Religion, the Cathedral of the Holy Radiance, was demolished by those mobs, can you afford to take this responsibility?" General Tucker. ", he scolded in a fierce voice.

"Do you want to obey the printed words in those books, or do you want to obey the orders of the adults themselves?"

"Please don't forget, General Tucker, that you live in the real world, not the legendary Heavenly Mountain. ”

"Or do you want the cathar to have a new commander-in-chief?"

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