Before the magician's magic could hit the skeletons, the people around him were knocked down by the mysterious weapon.

Although the elites of the Knights' own team did not make many moves, the captain who led the team still accurately judged the location of the source of the sound.

Woods in the distance?

So, he looked away, and sure enough, he saw a strange wisp of white smoke rising from the woods.

The sound was clearly related to smoke, and if it was an assassination technique, or the magic of a long-range attack, it would be too creepy.

The edge of the woods was more than four hundred meters away from the soldiers, which was not a distance that a normal weapon could reach.

If a trebuchet had been placed in that position, it might have been able to knock out the soldiers by chance after a few lucky attacks.

However, it was clear that their own soldiers had been hit by tiny sharp weapons, otherwise they would have been stoned rather than pierced through the chest.

At this moment, the magician's fireball magic was also chanted, and a large fireball was thrown into the trench in front of it, and the splattered flames scattered everywhere after the explosion, rolling to the surrounding wet ground and still burning.

Even in the distance, one could hear the crackling sound of burning bones inside, as well as the sound of methodical footsteps.

This is the case with the undead, who do not have much fear in the face of visible danger, but simply follow the orders of the summoner to disperse and dodge, without the demoralization and chaos that are common among Terrans.

Of course, they don't have any revenge or hatred for it, even if the fire is still slow until the body is burned to ashes by the flames.

"Keep blowing them up, these damn monsters." The captain ordered the magician, "Burn it out before you go over."

"My lord, I don't have that much magic." The magician looked at the skeletons that were constantly probing from other positions, and said a little humbly, "You can't put a few skeletons in each section of this kind of trench, and you can't hurt much at one time, so the magic attack is not worth it."

In addition, although the magician did not understand what was being attacked by the other side, he was afraid to know it, so he stepped back without a trace and lowered his body.

"Just bury them with earth magic!" The captain had a new idea, "That's what we're here to do anyway."

At this moment, the same noise came from the direction of the woods, this time it was clearly aimed at the magician.

Unfortunately, the magician escaped again, and was replaced by a militiaman a few meters away, and his arm was torn off, and this sudden and terrible change made the people around him scream before him.

The hapless farmer touched his bleeding arm, rolled his eyes and passed out without saying a word.

Without waiting for Mr. Captain's order, the people around him blew up, and those who didn't want to be targeted let out a burst of shouts, especially the village militia, who were the first to turn around and flee in the direction of the village.

To be honest, letting the peasants who are familiar with the local terrain take the lead, there is indeed a consideration of using them as cannon fodder, but now these frightened earth buns have directly affected the formation and morale, so that the knights' servants are directly exposed to the front.

"Don't back down, cowards!" The captain was so angry that he scolded, "Take ten steps back, regroup, and don't go back!"

This time they were responded by arrows shot by skeletons from the trench and a large number of stones thrown at them.

Due to the close distance, the unaimed arrows and rocks were enough to hurt the soldiers, and many of them were beaten with bruises and swollen noses and faces, and had to follow the orders to stand in place, which made the soldiers very angry.

The arrows were not on target, the stones were not powerful enough to kill in large numbers, but the most unbearable thing was that their melee weapons were useless against the skeletons in the trenches.

"Keep using magic, use more magic!" The captain jumped to his feet behind the shield and shouted, "When you run out of magic, burn all the skeletons here, drown, bury them alive!"

Unfortunately, the undead are not afraid of death, and the captain's threat is meaningless, but the throwing from the opposite side and the shooting in the woods have not stopped.

"We're just mid-level magicians, we didn't do it

Fa uses earthquake magic from such a distance!" The magician hid behind the shield and didn't even dare to raise his head, "If you use magic again, it will reveal our location!"

Distance, damn distance, the captain was looking at the trench from behind the shield and the human body, and suddenly a stone fell on his well-trimmed hair, and this little accident ignited his anger in an instant.

Isn't it just distance? It's just shortened, isn't the hundreds of soldiers around you enough to achieve the goal?

"Rush all of them for me, and give the magicians a chance." The captain kicked the soldier in front of him, drew his sword and roared, "For the glory of Herod, go and fill in a trench now, or you will be whipped when you go back, and you will have to pay taxes and levies when you go home!"

What was the glory of Herodes, to be honest, the army of tenant farmers and yeoman farmers did not understand such abstract things, but the whipping, tax increases, and forced labor were much more vivid.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the knights' promise to reduce taxes for those who came to fight, or exempt them from conscription this year, who would have gone to the demon territory to find a fight for the so-called tame tradition of generational loyalty?

"Trumpet! The soldiers formed a shield formation, and the people behind followed," the captain commanded quite calmly, and he didn't run behind, "The weapons on the opposite side are not accurate, hurry up and smash them, let the cavalry attack!"

To tell the truth, the soldiers who can follow the Knights to fight are considered to be the more elite part of the infantry, and in addition to their usual work, they will also train and participate in territorial infighting, suppress tax resistance, and have much higher combat effectiveness and experience than the militia.

"Farmers, did you flee in search of death?" The captain shouted to the fleeing militia, "For your faith, die now, or accept the punishment of life rather than death!"

It was also a very convincing warning, and many of the peasants turned their heads stubbornly, and he stroked his chest, showing a painful and helpless expression, and followed the group again.

It's not for nothing that those sneaky liberals can feed people.

On the one hand, the Herodian soldiers, who had to speed up their advance, leaned out one after another, facing the attacking skeletons head-on, and the two sides were getting closer and closer on different heights.

The threat of rocks and arrows grew, and the long-range weapons on the opposite side rang out every few moments, but as the captain said, as long as you move forward, the casualties are not large.

"Is the distance enough?" After advancing nearly fifty meters, the captain cautiously asked the magician, "......Is the earth magic ready?"

At that moment, he suddenly heard a series of "creaking" rubbing sounds in the direction of the trench, as if a large group of people were breaking dry branches.

Then, there is a continuous stream of sharp sounds, which are so dense that the gap is simply inaudible.

It's a crossbow bolt! The captain felt chills all over his body at the first moment, not because of how terrifying the crossbow arrows were, but because he felt unprecedented fear of such a dense rate of fire.

How many hand crossbows are there to make such a dense firing sound?

Why can't you see the break in rewinding?

Sure enough, there were screams from the front row of the line, as well as the crisp sound of the shield being struck continuously.

Hundreds of arrows, shot from the direction of the trench towards the crowd, like a rain in the sky, filled everyone's sight.