Suddenly attacked, the guerrillas of the well-trained Golden Griffin Legion did not retreat, but fought and retreated, like a male lion slowly returning home.

"Prepare to cover the shot! Forty-five degrees in elevation, pull!" came a loud command from the skirmishers.

Gao Ge took a long arrow with a black goose feather as a feather, and pulled the strong bow in his hand to the full, until the bowstring made a slight "creaking" sound.

"Put!"

At the sound of the order, Gao Ge's right thumb loosened, his left hand shook, the bowstring made a crisp sound of "boom", and the arrow flew away without a trace.

"Free Fire!"

With this command, the sound of "boom boom" in the straggler line became one.

Gao Ge shot six arrows in a row, and with each arrow, the angle was lowered by five degrees, all of which had been trained repeatedly.

As for whether the arrows hit the enemy or not, it is too late and there is no need to look closely.

After firing the sixth arrow, Gao Ge quickly put away his bow and took off the two javelins he was carrying, one light and one heavy.

The light javelin is tall, thin and long, and can throw sixty steps, and if you add the help of a thrower, Gao Ge can throw eighty steps away.

Darigori and Gurley got down on one knee and conceded boundaries.

Gao Ge pinched the center of gravity of the light javelin with three fingers, and the other two fingers helped, and began to run, at this time, he could already clearly see the fierce faces of the barbarians, and they followed closely after the retreating comrades.

Kicking the legs, twisting the waist, sending across, swinging the arms, the strength of the whole body and the kinetic energy of the running are all blessed on the javelin.

The javelin made a beautiful arc in the air, pinning exactly a screaming brute to the ground sixty paces away.

Gao Ge could even see that the brute was spitting out blood from his mouth, and his feet were kicking the ground in vain, trying to stand up, his eyes wide.

The first time he saw the person he killed with his own hands, Gao Ge didn't have time to understand whether he was more excited or more afraid.

The retreating comrades seeped in like a stream through the gaps between the various detachments, and they would regroup in the rear under the protection of the stragglers of the third and fourth lines.

The brute soldiers who followed them closely were only twenty paces away from the skirmish line where Gao Ge was at this time.

At this distance, it was already possible to aim very accurately, and Gao Ge aimed at a tall, fierce-looking brute and threw the heavy javelin in his hand.

"Whew!" the heavy javelin made a dull sound of breaking through the air as it fired.

As soon as the tall brute slashed down the enemy in front of him, he immediately protected his chest and abdomen with the shield he had just snatched in his hand.

The heavy javelin slammed into the shield of the tall brute.

In the center of the heavy shield of the kingdom army is the iron-clad shield ridge, and the sides are made into inclined planes.

The heavy javelin was deflected off the slope of the shield, failing to do any damage to the tall brute.

The heavy javelin, which had been ricocheted, fell to the ground, and the head of the gun was already badly crooked to the side.

The head of the javelin is fixed to the barrel of the gun with a dry willow tenon, and a frontal hit to the human body does not damage its lethality at all, but whether it hits or not, in the event of an impact, the fragile willow branch will break, and the javelin will not be able to be picked up by the enemy and immediately reused.

Before Gao Ge could regret that he had wasted a javelin, the brutes had already collided with the skirmish line that stood up, and the battle of flesh and hand battle reached a fever pitch in an instant.

Gao Ge quickly took off the round arm shield hanging from his waist and drew his short knife for self-defense, he changed from a projectile soldier to a light shield soldier, tasked with destroying the enemy soldiers who broke through the defense line.

But Darigori in front of him became an impassable boulder for his enemies, and his movements were simple and effective, he always roared, put his shoulder against his shield, took a sharp step forward, knocked a little gap in the wall in front of him, and then stabbed his sword out of his sword sharply sideways.

Each assassination was accompanied by a terrible scream, and the corpses of the enemy were quickly piled up in front of Darigori.

Whenever Darigori opened his shield and assassinated, Gree would follow closely and stab the halberd in his hand, which was more than one person long.

When Darigori succeeded in stabbing and recovering the front with his heavy shield, Gree's halberd retracted and waited, sealing the gap between Darigori and the other heavy shield soldier on his right.

Gurley's movements weren't very bold, but they weren't quite impressive, at least, within ten breaths of the battle, none of the brutes had been able to break through the small position that the two of them had joined forces.

But there are too many brute soldiers, one after the other, one after the other.

The defensive line finally loosened under the increasing pressure, and brutes began to break through.

On the left side of the battle position adjacent to Gao Ge and the others, a brute soldier frantically tried to squeeze in between the two heavy shield soldiers, and the blocked spearman stabbed a shot, but instead of hitting the vital point, the opponent brazenly grabbed the barrel of the gun.

In a panic, the spearman struggled to snatch his gun back, but instead helped the brute and pulled him into the defensive line.

The brute screamed strangely, completely ignoring the wounds in several places on his body, and jumped up with a knife.

The spearmen who were close to him were powerless to fight back, and with the flash of the sword, the waist was broken in two.

The lightly armed brute moved extremely flexibly, he hit the hand, did not stop for half a second, rolled on the spot, dodged the light shield soldier who came forward to slash, and unloaded one of the opponent's legs with a knife.

The brute was very experienced, and instead of wasting his time on the light shield soldier who was wailing and rolling on the ground, or rushing forward to the second line of defense, he turned back and pounced on the only heavy shield soldier left in this position.

The heavy shield soldier had lost the cover of the spearmen and light shieldmen, and his back was wide open, and if he was cut down, there would be a large gap here.

On the second line of defense, several warriors hurried forward to try to fill the void, but they were still one step too slow, and the brute's dog-legged scimitar looked like it was about to mercilessly plunge into the weak spot in the waist of the heavy shield soldier.

"Whew!" With a howl of pain, the brute's right hand snapped at the elbow and fell to the ground and jumped straight to the ground, still clutching the dog-legged scimitar.

Gao Ge struck a successful blow, and the short knife in his hand was sent forward, piercing into the heart of the barbarian soldier Chiguo until he had no handle.

The brute's eyes widened, and his mouth made a gasp of "ho-ho", and he went limp as if his backbone had been removed.

Gao Ge pulled out the short knife with a "click", and the blood gushing out took away the last trace of the brute's vitality, and his eyes quickly dimmed like coals splashed with water.

The feeling of stabbing an enemy for the first time was indescribable, and his hands were covered with splattered blood, hot and sticky.

Unexpectedly, he didn't have any fear or discomfort, and he didn't hesitate at all about the judgment, fill-up and slashing just now, could it be that he was a natural warrior?

"Well done, Warrant Officer!" shouted a soldier who had come up from the second line of defense.

The other person who was replaced was an officer, and although he did not speak, he struck his chest with his right fist as a sign of respect, but he looked at Gao Ge with a little confusion and guilt in his eyes.

The officer's name was Sylman, and he was one of the bad boys who had been forced to drink yesterday.

Although at this point Gao Ge's courage broke the breakthrough of the barbarians, looking at the entire line of defense, the situation became more and more bad.

There are constantly brute soldiers fighting into the defense line, more and more points are broken through, and the entire defense line is gradually eroding, and it is about to be crossed.

Even, under the leadership of several totem warriors as arrows, the brute soldiers with several breakthrough points have begun to assault the second line of defense, but fortunately, several warriors from the golden griffin arrived in time and faced these totem warriors one by one.

Even if he couldn't see the entire battlefield, Gao Ge began to realize that this was by no means an ordinary counterattack by the barbarian army against the first wave of siege, but a long-planned outpouring of the nest, a decisive battle with all his might.

Commander Vasilist, who occupied the commanding heights in the rear and sat on a tall horse, naturally saw this more clearly.

The flood of barbarians is still pouring out of Weishan City, and the number of barbarians who have been put into the battlefield has reached at least 4,000, and according to intelligence, the total number of barbarians who are surrounded in Weishan City this time is only about 5,000.

"It seems that the enemy is not fighting at our pace. I thought that they would rely on the strong city defense to consume some of our vital strength first, but I didn't expect it to be so stupid. Prince Golden lifted his chin and said disdainfully.

Perhaps, the city is too unfamiliar to them to make good use of it, and the wild wave battle is the form of battle they are used to. "It was Count Wallé Müller, the commander of the Red Kapok Corps, who was as white as a university professor.

"I think it's the Lord God who has blessed His Royal Highness the Prince, so that these barbarians have lost their minds and are in a hurry to come out and die!" The captain of the Bronze Fist Legion, the broad, fat, businessman-like Count Otemia Derry snorted.

"The Lord God bless the kingdom, bless the valiant warriors of the kingdom!" Golden smiled slightly, turned to Vasilist, and said, "Commander Vasilist, look, is it possible to fight a decisive battle?"

Vasilist's expression was unexpectedly solemn, his thick eyebrows twisted into a pimple in the middle, and he asked in a deep voice: "After you arrived here last night, did you thoroughly search the nearby area?"

"Our legion sent ten scout detachments and searched for twenty miles in all directions, but did not find anything suspicious. Captain Walley said.

"My legion has also sent ten scout detachments, and they are still patrolling around, and if there is any disturbance, they will immediately warn them with arrows. Ortemia shrugged, "Obviously, nothing has been found so far. ”

Vasilist remained silent for a long time.

"Your Excellency, what are you worried about?" asked Prince Golden.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much. Vasilist finally let go of his brow and gave the order, "Prepare for a decisive battle!"

"Yes, Your Highness the Prince, Your Excellency the General. Wallai and Ortemia saluted their horses, and turned their horses to go to their respective legions.

As the strongest of the three legions, with the highest title, rank and prestige, Vasilist naturally became the actual commander of this battle, and as for the nominal commander, of course, it was His Royal Highness the Venerable Fourth Prince.

"Wait!" Seeing that the two legion commanders were leaving, Vasilist stopped them again.