Just as the Knights of the Magic Hand began to trot, seven or eight saint-level mages glanced at each other, and then attacked almost at the same time; Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

So they soared into the air, and in the blink of an eye, they chased to the sky above the Knights of the Magic Hand, and then the blessing magic of each department continued to bless the charging knights, and the staggering extravagant magical power of the Wizards' Guild was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Even those apprentice knights who were charging behind the regular knights, each of them had at least six or more magical rays of magic shining on their bodies, and their strength had risen a lot out of thin air.

Feeling that their combat effectiveness was improved in all directions, the charging knights let out a violent cheer, and then as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, they began to whip the war horses, so that the speed of the war horses gradually increased.

High Priest Tracy looked at the Knights who looked amazing in the charge, and the kobold musketeers who were in five rows of battle lines looked so thin that they seemed to be pierced by a slight stab from the Knights.

She grabbed the little dwarf's arm and shouted loudly: "Why don't you let them withdraw quickly, do you know that the infantry with weak forces, facing the knights with superior forces in the field, is completely sending them to death, you are murdering you know?"

"Why! These grandsons are bullying Lao Tzu for not having a machine gun, but Lao Tzu still has a way to surprise them. Modo muttered at first, unintelligible.

Then he explained to the nervous High Priest Tracy: "Since the commander in front did not choose to retreat, then I chose to support his decision, maybe it would seem silly, maybe they would be wiped out, it would also be irrational, but this is what the Steel-Collar men do, they were born to work miracles." ”

Then, Modo chanted loudly, and the song of courage of the god of war, which had not been used for a long time, once again shrouded the militia of more than 1,600 people on the battlefield.

The flickering anomaly on the kobolds and pig-headed people when they were blessed by the war song was easily noticed by the Wizards' Guild.

The mental state was not far from madness, and the old witch Deboraya let out a terrible laugh: "Hahaha! That ridiculous little dwarf, he thought that by blessing these garbage orcs with a war song, he would be able to withstand the impact of the powerful knights, and the babies would tear them apart!"

"They did this mainly to keep the soldiers clear and quicken their movements, and it seems that the casualties of the Knights were a little greater than expected. Wind Legend Perian analyzed solemnly, but in order not to irritate the legendary warlock Deboraya, he put his tone very earnestly.

The Knights of the Magic Hand are completely worthy of their reputation on the mainland, and when they charge, they have an impeccable grasp of both the rhythm and the formation, just like a textbook standard.

They discharged a dense formation of fifty people per row, even in the high speed of the charge, the distance between the war horses and the war horses was only an arm's width apart, but the dense charge of up to 2,000 people did not have any collision incidents, showing their excellent control over the war horses.

At a distance of one hundred and fifty paces, all the knights had their fighting spirits in their hands, and from a distance, all kinds of brilliant fighting spirits were intertwined, making it more and more difficult to see the shabby and weak battle lines of the beast militia.

"Attention all, rapid fire mode, first column ready, fire. "In the face of the high-speed charge of the Knights, the newly taken over reserve commander of the kobold musketeers, no matter how bold he is, he does not dare to put the opponent at a distance of thirty paces before firing, that is not called boldness, it is simply called looking for death.

Therefore, the Knights of the Magic Hand will enter a distance of 100 paces, and the kobold commander gives the order to open fire, and the remaining 1,000 or so musketeers are divided into three columns, each column is the fire density of more than 300 muskets.

At a distance of almost 100 paces, this unrifled musket was only unsatisfactory on the spot, but with a hit rate of about 60 percent, there were still about 200 lead bullets covering the fifty men in the front row of the Knights.

Even if the people in the front row were all official knights above the eleventh level, even if they raised the knight's one-handed round shield hanging on the side of the war horse in time when the gun rang out, the dense muskets still made more than a dozen knights fall off the war horse.

Half of them were thrown out directly because their mounts were killed, but the charging army behind them couldn't stop their tracks, and the knights who were thrown to the ground would not have a second result at all except for being trampled to death.

The kobold musketeers of the second and third columns opened fire in turn, and then the fifty men in the first row of the knights were almost killed and wounded, and even the second row fell by nearly half.

However, such casualties were already within the range of the hearts of Deboraya and the other commanders, and the next distance of less than a hundred paces would only take a very short time for the knights who were speeding up the charge, and then it would be the beginning of the slaughter of these orcs.

It's just that the follow-up development that followed completely deviated from their expectations, and the musketeers of the kobold who had been blessed by the war song completely fired the muskets in their hands at an astonishing high speed.

Every few breaths, a column of muskets must have been fired, and then the three battle lines took turns firing, forming a continuous continuous firepower, and such continuous dense firepower made the charging speed of the Knights of the Magic Hand forcibly suppressed.

It was a little better when it was about eighty paces, but when it was fifty paces, these powerful knights found out. It was almost impossible to move an inch, and from the time they reached a hundred paces, their path was filled with slain knights and horses that they had to slow down.

After reducing the speed of the horses, they had to pay at least nearly ten men for each step forward, and then the continuous death of men and horses blocked the road more and more congested.

At last they were within thirty paces of the kobold musketeers, and the knights could not even rush an inch, and within this distance, the muskets on the opposite side began to grow in size and accuracy, and the hog-headed grenadiers began to throw iron ball bombs.

It was a tragedy for the knights, who were on their horses, to be so crowded together that they lost their ability to maneuver, in vain they waved their horrific mounted spears or two-handed swords, and then fell in a row to the rhythmic sound of gunfire or flying bomb fragments.