Not only on the hillside, but even on the way to the road was blocked by a group of savages.

The soldiers formed a circle, and although they were surrounded by a heavy circle, their expressions were solemn, and there was no fear or fear at all.

Lancelot stood in the middle of the formation, calmly looking at the excited barbarians on the hillside, as if he was looking for something, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he found a very tall and heroic barbarian.

He was different from the strong barbarians around him, if he took off his fangs, he would look like a very strong and heroic man, and ordinary barbarians would still be full of beasts even if they removed their fangs.

The barbarian was calmly gazing at the army below the hillside, without saying a word, and finally met Lancelot's gaze, his pupils shrank sharply, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

"Tu! Sa!" The strong sense of threat made him pull out the huge long knife that had been behind his back, and roared with a thick breath.

"Tu! " He was answered by a mountain full of barbarians, their faces flushed and their eyes madly charging down the mountain.

The soldiers watched the barbarians rushing unstoppably and clenched their swords, their eyes becoming more and more determined, but the slight trembling teeth and the sweat of their palms revealed the tension in their hearts.

Lancelot still looked at this group of barbarians who were almost crazy with a calm gaze, and lamented in his heart, no wonder the humans wanted to expel them back then, this race had lost its mind, and only the crazy desire to kill was left in his heart.

"Soldiers, squat, raise your shield!" Lancelot shouted suddenly, then took off one of the shields behind his back and crouched down, holding the shield above his head.

All the soldiers did the same as him, except that their shields were lined up without a single gap.

"What are they ......" The leader of the barbarians on the hillside watched their movements in confusion, a little puzzled, but the next moment he understood why they had done so.

The sound of clattering footsteps reached my ears, and not far away an army of more than five hundred men came at full speed, and I saw that they were holding a strange object in their hands, and then hurled it forward.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp sound of breaking the air passed through the barbarian's noisy roar and reached his ears.

The barbarian leader raised his head with some confusion, and his pupils instantly narrowed: "Be careful!"

He yelled hoarsely, trying to warn his warriors, but it was too late.

Hundreds of sharp spears rained down from the sky, more spectacular than a rain of arrows, and some of the barbarians had already noticed the change above their heads, and stared blankly at these sharp weapons that were enough to kill him.

While the arrows they throw can do little damage, the heavy spears can easily tear their muscles apart and take their lives.

And the reason why Lancelot and they had to carry this huge and clumsy tower shield was to prevent accidental injury from the spear that fell from the sky when attacking the barbarians.

In addition to the spears that fell on the barbarians' camp, some fell into the shield of Lancelot's soldiers, and the sharp spears smashed into the heavy steel shields, leaving a deep dent.

It's easy to imagine what would have happened if they had used a normal skin shield.

"Ahh

Bearing the tremendous force that came from the shield from time to time, listening to the screams of the barbarians outside, the soldiers clenched the long swords in their hands, and they were ready to fight at any time.

Hundreds of soldiers in white cloaks rushed towards this direction in a neat pace, constantly taking out their spears from their sides and throwing them at the savage crowd in the distance, their strength and the aid of their spear throwers were enough to make these spears fly hundreds of meters.

"My lord, will this hurt our own people?" asked Ronnat, a little worried, as he had put on a large half-length armor and his huge sword, which looked imposing.

Steel shields made for hoplites, as long as they are not particularly lucky, they will not be in any danger. Jason said, wearing a bright silver armor and clutching the hilt of his saber at his waist.

Before coming, he thought that there would be a fierce battle, but he didn't expect that although this group of barbarians was vigilant, their command discipline was average, and they didn't even have a single sentry to guard in the distance, so they let their four hundred people quietly lurk behind Lancelot and his party.

They lurked five hundred meters away, and no one noticed them, and when the barbarians appeared, they came quickly, and a few volleys of spears took the lives of hundreds of their people.

"The enemy is there!" Finally, a barbarian discovered the location of Jason and his party.

This group of ants actually sneaked attack, it is simply a group of cowards, the hatred in their hearts, shouldn't the battle be a head-on battle?

However, they seem to have forgotten that they were here because they were ordered by their chief to ambush reinforcements from Ironfang.

The group of barbarians quickly split up and rushed towards Jason's side.

"Array!" Platoons of shield-wielding infantry clanged to the front of the line, protecting the archers and Jason behind them.

......

"Re-arrayed. ”

On the other side, Lancelot felt that the spear throwing was over, and threw the tower shield on the ground and ordered loudly.

"The tower shield is in front, the long knife is in the back, advance!"

"Roar, roar!" the soldiers held their towers in front of them, forming a shield wall, and roared towards the barbarians, the shieldmen in front withstood their attacks, and the men with long knives in the back began to harvest their lives.

The sudden spear throwing struck the barbarians into confusion, and for a moment these barbarians, who had been crazy a moment ago, fell in front of their army like wheat harvesters.

"No, it can't be, it can't be!" the barbarian, who seemed to be in a high position, stood in the distance and roared, unable to accept the scene in front of him.

How could his mighty warriors be defeated so easily!

"Tuza!" he roared as he looked up to the sky, then pulled out a bone horn out of nowhere, put it to his mouth and blew it violently.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~" The dull voice resounded on the battlefield, and the barbarians, who had been blinded, gradually came back to their senses and once again put their fierce eyes on the troops led by Lancelot.

"Stand up for shield defense, dense military formation!" Seeing that the enemy's state had stabilized, Lancelot decided not to force the attack again at this time, but ordered everyone to gather together intensively to prepare for the onslaught of the barbarians.

Strong physique, fearless charge, this is indeed the strength of the barbarians, but their disadvantage is also obvious, that is, their attack is too loose, and it is completely undisciplined fighting.

But because they outnumbered their own three hundred soldiers, fighting them would inevitably result in huge losses, and they had to wait until Jason and the others had dealt with the barbarians besieging them.

Lancelot didn't want his soldiers to fall under the clubs of such beasts, so he struck.

......

"Let's try our new weapon. Jason looked at the chaotic group of savages and said to Ronnat.

"Yes, sir. Langnado nodded in response, then took a step forward: "Axe ready!"

"Throw!"

Hundreds of fine iron axes roared in, gradually magnifying in the eyes of this group of barbarians, and then—flesh and blood flying!

"Spearmen step forward, ready for the impact!"

Dozens of spears longer than the top ten pierced through the gaps left between the shields and pointed at the barbarians who rushed over, and the entire formation was like a giant steel hedgehog.

The barbarian who was running at the front saw the cold light flickering on the spear, and he wanted to stop, but he couldn't stop, and the consequence of stopping was that he was pushed to the ground by his fellow clansmen behind him.

Thereupon...... He slammed into the sharp spear with a howl of pain, blood splattering.

The broken spear was instantly abandoned, and the shield soldiers grabbed the swords in their hands and stared at the barbarian who had come to them, and the long swords in their hands stabbed straight ahead.