Section 4: Collision (II

The four platoons of pikemen of the enemy never stopped, and they did not pay any attention to the fallen cavalry, but strictly maintained the frequency of three steps and one stab, like a precision machine, which was characterized by a steady rhythm and rough technique.

Behind the pikemen, a group of "miscellaneous soldiers" who had just risen from the side of the road also went into battle, these people were not in the same equipment but were extremely old. They would stomp on the back of the fallen cavalry, grab their helmets with their left hand, and stab their daggers with their right hands through the gaps between the helmets and shoulder armor, stirring them and dragging out a puff of scarlet—characterized by finesse, brutality, and efficiency.

The corpses of the horses and cavalry, like logs, rolled down to disrupt the positions of their own men, followed closely by the enemy's array of spears. As a result, the March cavalry array collapsed from the top of the gentle slope, like a pile of bricks, and after a boom, the situation became out of control.

Some cavalrymen tried their best to ride their horses out of the road, but they would immediately encounter accidents on the side of the road, usually the horses were stabbed in the stomach a few times, and then fell down the steep slopes on both sides, although they were only ten or twenty meters high, but one of the conditions for falling to death was to look at the weight.

Despicable enemy troops, who ambushed people along the entire slope

"The front team retreated and lined up to stabilize the position" At this time, the cavalry commander under the gentle slope did not regret it, he even had the heart to vomit blood: "The rear team stepped forward, and the parallel array supported"

In fact, when he gave the order, the cavalry who had just gone up the gentle slope spontaneously retreated, but it was a difficult action to turn around on such a narrow road, so in the end they only withdrew from three or four rows, which was about ten meters from a distance. Further on, there were nearly thirty cavalrymen huddled together - the commander could only watch as they were knocked down, thrown off their horses, and slaughtered by the enemy.

On the bloody road, more enemy troops had already appeared at this time, with pikemen in front, light infantry in the rear, and those miscellaneous soldiers loosely occupied both sides of the road. Led by the fierce officer, they marched at the cavalry, completely ignoring the Marchi's "cavalry" who had dismounted and were in formation.

Soon, the fighting on the gentle slope was over, and counting those who fell from both sides, the March lost about fifty men on this stretch of road. In other words, just one meeting, a quarter of the elite of the Maqi tribe died.

Fortunately, the second half of the front team retreated without danger, and about 50 people lined up in a row at a distance of 30 meters from the gentle slope, and their two wings protruded forward, and the middle section was concave, which was a small insidious formation that was amusing to attack the middle and then the two wings were encircled - the rear cavalry dismounted, approached from both wings, and enriched the battle line in order.

Another group of stragglers roamed around, waiting to find gaps in enemy formations.

"Spear Team - Stop" The enemy's leading officer raised his sword, and the spear array shouted and stopped fifteen meters from the bottom of the slope. The light infantry in the back sent large shields, and the pikemen put their shields on their guns and put on a posture of stubborn defense.

At the sound of the command "Archers - Free Fire", about 20 feathered arrows flew out of the slope and shot in various directions. Most of the feathered arrows missed, and a few feathered arrows were lucky enough to hit the cavalryman's armor, but all of them bounced off with a "ding". Someone sent the enemy's arrows, and almost fainted the cavalry commander - this is a light arrow used by tribal children to shoot birds, the arrow shaft is made of branches, not peeled and even topped with thorns, the back is not sticky tail feathers, and the front is roasted with fire + passion Even if it is an arrow.

Growing so big, the commander had never seen such a humiliating thing, and almost rushed straight to the kill, but the previous experience came into play at this time, and he suddenly understood that this was the enemy's trick - they just wanted to make themselves charge, and then take advantage of it.

"Dogs, I'll show you the wrath of the Marchians," the cavalry commander roared, turning his head to look at a middle-aged man in a robe with a cold expression next to him: "My lord, I have to ask you to take action, I must kill them all."

The object of his plea was naturally the anomaly assigned to this cavalry.

In battle, one of the duties of the Anomalous Master is to break the deadlock, so the middle-aged man nodded arrogantly and gently lifted the reins and walked forward. Because the opponent's array is too far away, it has exceeded the effective range of this Ability Master, and according to the judgment standards of the Ability Master Guild, he is a mid-level Ability Apprentice with short hands.

Several cavalrymen flanked the division, carefully raising their shields for cover. Although the feather arrows shot by the other party are like playing at home, no one can say what is greasy in them, even if the anomaly is only rubbing a little skin, they will all be unlucky after the war.

The cavalry of the "Miracle Master" saw the Miracle Division's appearance, and immediately slapped their weapons and armor and began to cheer, and for a while, the arrogance of the March people was extremely arrogant: "The Horse Victory God is watching over us"

Confronting the legendary enemy Anomalous Division, it would be bragging to say that the Thorn Rose man is not afraid at all, but in a tight-knit overall formation, everyone has to tense their bodies to maintain balance, and no one is allowed to take even a small step back - not to mention, he has an Anomalous Division, and we have it too

Amid a beat-filled cheer, the arrogant Anomalous Master crossed the front array and stopped thirty-five meters from the Thorn Rose Spearman. Under the gaze of the soldiers of the two armies, his hands were raised violently - wide sleeves fluttering in the air, white supernatural powder fluttering, the sight was dreamy, beautiful, and full of legend.

His low roar was like that of a wild beast: "Roar—"

"Roar-" The whole cavalry began to cheer, they were extremely expectant, expecting the terrible sight to descend on the enemy array, and the word "roar" swirled in their throats, and they simply couldn't wait.

There was a loud "boom", and the middle-aged ability master's word "roar" failed to shout out after all, a large ball of blood burst out of his upper body, his outstretched hands were thrown into the sky, and bone stubble and slimy, red things hung on the faces of several guards next to him.

This miserable scene directly knocked the cavalry into the abyss, and they watched in amazement as the blood mist dispersed the uncontrolled war horses to the side, and also watched the headless Anomalist hanging crookedly on the horseback, and the jagged chest section was still dropping all kinds of things......

"Anomalous Master-" The guard next to him finally reacted, screaming like a dead man: "Dead"

With another "boom", several guards exploded into blood flowers at the same time, and the mist-like scarlet color was connected in the field of vision of the soldiers on both sides, lined with green grass and wild flowers near and far, which looked spectacular and beautiful, but after the blood mist dissipated, the horses and stumps that wandered blindly rendered an extremely tragic and strange atmosphere.

While the March cavalry was shocked, puzzled, and mournful, the cheers on the side of the Thorn Rose began to surge. Because they know how the other party's psychic master died, and in whose hands he died.

We Thorn Rose lack everything, but we don't lack anomalous masters

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