Then, the first row of knights collided, and the people flipped on their backs like the scene of a car accident. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sturdy cavalry stabbed into the neck of the fearless knight with such a bolt of force, and lifted the heavy armor from the horse's back, and the victim was hung in the air, kicked his legs in vain, and as soon as he grasped the barrel of the gun in his throat, he hung down his limbs in despair, and let the blood drench the body of the spear.

The 66-pound giant sword, combined with the speed of the war horse's charge, produced a devastating thrust, and the dragoon suddenly flew out of the horse, as if hit by a train, and was swept into the sky with all four feet facing the sky, and then was dragged by the steel boots stuck in the stirrups, and the two leg armor were immediately pulled out of the battle skirt with a "clatter", so the torso was thrown into the air, and the legs were still stuffed in the leg armor. When the war horse galloped wildly, the stirrups on both sides dragged the legs of two people, one on the left and one on the right, and the ground was bright red.

Because during the first wave of collisions, the horses on both sides were in a state of extreme speed, so the force of the head-on collision was better than the battering ram, and the cutting force of the passing was comparable to that of a pile driver, and the lethality rate was almost 100%, so the corpses began to pile up rapidly.

The two heavy cavalry clashed like two cakes colliding with each other, the impact surface was squeezed to pieces, and those behind were still running over one after another; suddenly, as soon as the first row of corpses was piled up into a mountain, the second row of chargers went around the hill and continued to shoot together like two floods. So the mountain range of corpses was rapidly extended, and in the middle of the red and black torrents, a jagged was piled up. The dam consisted entirely of the carcasses of war horses.

Although the horses that were hit head-on did not die, they were tragically impacted, trampled by their teammates, and then buried by more corpses. The first batch of horses became the foundations of the corpse mountain, and some of them suffocated to death under the battlefield.

The artillery continued to bombard the camp of the dreadnought knights, with only the occasional stray bullet flying over the heads of the dragoons. The three cavalry divisions roared out of the hills, converging into a pile of black and crushing ants, and when viewed from the sky, it was as if black paint was flowing on the green cloth, swallowing and eroding the turquoise landscape.

On the dragoon's side, after exchanging the first wave of casualties, the horses behind were forced to slow down in order to bypass the corpse causeway, and began to gallop smoothly to the left and right wings, trying to surround the Dreadnought Knights. They had successfully blocked the dreadnought's line of charge, biting the enemy into the depression, and waiting for the cavalry division to outflank them from the rear, and then complete the encirclement and total annihilation.

In order to achieve this goal, even if you bear the casualties!

They have the pride to control life and death and the will as hard as steel, even if there is a 30% casualty rate in an instant, they will not collapse, but will be more determined to carry out their strategic goals, and endure fatigue to win victory.

This was not only a clash between two knights, but also a masterpiece of the aristocratic army at the end of the classical era.

Major General Claude was distressed to see it. Of the four squadrons of the Dragoons, the most elite was Filia's Forward Battalion, which had been lost in the Seven Years' War. And the first and third squadrons fighting in front of them were also rapidly losing at a speed visible to the naked eye. If it continues like this, the family will lose everything.

"Ask the priest to quickly lay the victory and reduce the battle losses. Major General Claude pleaded to show his hand.

Lu took a breath, "clicked" the two beautiful bracelets to his wrists, and whispered, "Can you stop the shelling? ”

Claude was stunned for a moment, and immediately ordered the flag men to convey the order. He had been peeking at the elaborate bracelet on the hand of the road priest, and thought that the bracelet with a maze of patterns was particularly strange.

"What's that?" Claude asked, pointing to the bracelet.

"Force Field Generator. Lu replied casually, and she immediately realized that she had slipped her mouth, and stuck out her tongue playfully, smiling and grimacing: "No, this is the power of heaven, this is the Holy Light." ”

Claude was skeptical, he didn't quite know the force field technology that the elves had mastered.

As soon as the cannon stopped, Lu rode his horse out, then stood up by the horse's neck, stood on his feet in the saddle, and finally leaped so hard that the man flew into the air and disappeared.

And on the battlefield over there, the flags have been broken all over the place, the corpses are all over the field, and occasionally the painful war horses are seen struggling to raise their heads, struggling with their hooves but unable to get up. Because the dragoons had the upper hand, the commander of the Dreadnought Knights struggled to climb the mountain of corpses, raising his sword and shouting: "Hold on until the last five minutes, it will be a great victory!

"Occupy the Wiener!" the Dreadnought Knights had barely shouted when they saw a snow-white phantom flying into view, a beautiful woman bowing her head and grabbing the Commander's head and slamming her knees against his helmet, her blonde hair fluttering behind her head, her skirt fluttering at her waist, and her legs were silhouetted by breeches.

In fact, everyone had seen this girl coming, but everyone did not expect that she would suddenly jump up and fly towards the commander like a cannonball, and the commander had just finished shouting the slogan and met her head-on with a serious face.

Then, the girl landed right on top of the commander's head, grabbed his helmet just right, and hit the visor with a hard knee.

"The Holy See has no grudge against you, why are you stepping on it!" the elven priest shouted angrily, then let go of the helmet.

Under the horrified gaze of the fearless knights, the heroic commander collapsed with a bang, and the heavy sword fell to the mountain of corpses. A sea of dragoons rushed up immediately.

"Fight until the last second!" Seeing the Supreme Commander killed, the dreadnought knight commander with a lower rank shouted again.

"Oh, that's what you said!" The elven priest stood on top of the corpse mountain, baring his tiger teeth, rubbing his fists with a rattle, revealing murderous eyes under his well-behaved bangs, and his face was full of disregard for life: "Then satisfy you!"

In the next second, Lu Fei jumped off the mountain of corpses, stretched out his arms, and fell straight towards the black and crushed fearless knight, her vision was immediately filled with the tip of the sword like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, but she was indifferent.

When the dragoons saw this, they were all dumbfounded. Major General Claude saw Lu jump into the sea of guns and swords, and immediately covered his eyes in despair.

However, when Lu fell to a low altitude and was about to be pierced by ten thousand swords, she suddenly opened her eyes and spun, and her delicate body turned three hundred and sixty degrees in mid-air like gymnastics, and then stepped on it with one foot.

However, what stepped on was not the slender jade feet of the beautiful girl, but a golden force field that was seven meters high, three meters long, and a foot board area larger than a carriage that was conjured up in mid-air!

This translucent force field simulates the shape of a girl's boots, and the flowing golden light outlines the silhouette of the boots, like a soft morning sun, reflecting all the details of the boots and silk breeches, and the threads and buttons are lifelike.

The huge golden leather boots stomped down like a god stepping on the earth.

With a "poof", the three fearless knights were trampled into the mud by the golden leather boots, the blazing swords embedded in their own armor, the horses and the knights were trampled as close as one, and through the translucent soles of the boots, the three victims could be seen to be squeezed extremely evenly, flat like steel rolled by a lathe.

The moment Lu landed lightly, the golden force field slammed away, as if it had never appeared.

Lu then begins to beat the Knights on the ground. With a wave of his fist, the five-meter-long golden forearm swept away a fan-shaped; with a split of the leg, the plump thighs that fell from the sky were like Mount Tai pressing the top, and with three punches and two kicks, a no-man's land with a radius of five meters was beaten, leaving the wounded all over the ground rolling on the ground and shouting in pain.

Then the bloody priest tilted his head and smiled, clasped his palms together to make a petition, and patted the blood everywhere, and pleaded sweetly with his youth: "How offended, please don't mind." I mean, it's almost time for you to surrender, right?"

The Dreadnought Knights were all stunned. They can't accept the reality of their teammates being trampled by beautiful girls. They had no idea of surrendering at all.

The dragoons were all crazy. Major General Claude, who thought that Lu had fallen and she was certain to die, was overjoyed and ordered the whole army to assault. (To be continued.) )