Arrogance is a kind of essence that all elite soldiers have, originally the purpose of these 800 slave hunters was just to make an outpost, but seeing that the other party actually sent the same number of infantry to provoke, how could they bear it, and quickly assembled with red eyes and tacit understanding!

There is no doubt that these Anglo warriors are far superior to the 800 light cavalry on the opposite side, but they are only hunters, or have killed one or two goblins with Hannibal, such as the military literacy and psychological quality zhì The 800 light cavalry on the opposite side will pull them down a lot. They are just civilians with simple military training,

It can only be positioned in this way.

The duel between a butcher with the blood of more than a dozen people on his knife and a strong and honest farmer.

The cold glow of Sen Ran floated from Hannibal's eyes, Hannibal walked to the front of the 800 Anglo warriors who were selected, the big ** and his cousin Alexandre Dumas were among them, Hannibal suddenly raised his right arm, the noise of the military riot calmed down in an instant, and there was a slaughter all around, only their heavy breathing and the hoof of the 800 light cavalry of the slave catcher regiment not far away could be heard clearly.

"Brethren, your bodies are stronger than theirs, you can crush their heads with your bare hands, but their equipment is hundreds of times better than yours, they are all butchers who have killed dozens or even hundreds of people, and some of you will tremble when they hold knives, and they will never wield their weapons as nimble as utensils, remember that you are no longer allowed to have the slightest cowardice, because your parents and children are all in the fortress behind you, and you do not want them to be taken as slaves or brutally stripped of their fur to make cloaks, so take up your weapons and follow me to kill these shameless parasites！？”

"Whew、、、、"

The 800 Anglo warriors responded with a bang, and the momentum was high.

"Remember, they're not goblins, but they're not better than goblins!"

"Whew、、、、"

The Anglo warriors swung their heavy and sharp double-edged axes with all their might, and the wolf howled in response, and the momentum grew louder and higher.

"As long as you don't have cowardice, you can defeat them, not for me, but for the freedom of your whole family!"

"Whew、、、、、、、"

The Anglo warriors were furious, and their eyes showed burning killing intent, eager to try.

Hannibal pointed his sword with his sword, the "gentleman of ambition", and shouted: "Eat meat!"

"Eat meat!"

The big ** led the wolf howl and raised the double-edged axe.

"Eat meat!"

Alexandre Dumas also roared, his eyes split, and his heart was stirred with boiling blood, and he followed closely behind Hannibal and marched forward.

"Eat meat!"

In the roar of the mountain, the 800 Anglo warriors rushed forward with their lives, like a surging torrent of bursting embankments, and the 800 light cavalry charged back, and the cold axe reflected the cold of the barren wilderness.

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The hearts of the cavalrymen at the forefront of the 800 light cavalry formation of the slave capture regiment were beating like drums.

The ferocity of these primitive people was not only unexpected, but also terrifying. Are these really those primitive people who only know how to use brute force? Although they came in an unusually neat formation, the distance between the front and back was neat, and they had been in the abandoned heights with their regiment for half a month to hunt slaves, and these Angles were all a rabble, a tribe of thousands of people, which could be broken by only a few hundred elite soldiers. But is the primitive man who rushed over like a tiger and wolf in front of him really the legendary Anglo?

The leader of the 800 light cavalry of the slave capture regiment, a desert human, raised his riding sword and shouted: "This is just a rabble, step over!"

"Step on!" a roar that tore through the air.

In the end, it is an elite soldier, and self-confidence and arrogance quickly gain the upper hand.

In front of the Anglo warriors, a cold flame swept through Hannibal's eyes, and the terrible roar overpowered the rolling footsteps and clearly entered the ears of every Anglo warrior, and the scorching murderous machine wrapped in boiling blood, churning in the chest of every Anglo warrior.

As the two sides approached, Hannibal raised his sword and shouted hoarsely: "Throw the net!"

Throwing a net is a hunter's unique job, a two-meter by two-meter tree vine woven into a fine net, before using the water, it will become extremely flexible and elastic, in a word, it is difficult to cut, the bottom is tied to a few stones for pulling downward, once thrown out, it can immediately trap jackals, tigers and leopards and the like.

Hundreds of large nets made of vines were instantly plucked from the backs of the Anglo warriors, held them with both hands, picked up a circle of waist from the top of their heads, twisted them, and then threw them out from the right side!

In an instant, the bodies of the hundreds of light cavalry who rushed to the front were caught in the net, and they couldn't break free no matter how they struggled, and the weapons in their hands couldn't be cut because of the space.

"Musket!

Hannibal raised his sword and shouted hoarsely.

Bang bang!

More than 200 Anglo warriors in the front row quickly squatted on the ground, raised their muskets and aimed at the knights, and pulled the trigger!

Half a month of intensive training is not in vain, this distance chain mail can't stop the musket!

"Shield!"

Hannibal roared again!

This is Hannibal's latest development, a three-piece set to deal with the western cavalry who are not good at riding and shooting, although throwing the net can not effectively kill the enemy, but it can delay the momentum of the enemy's impact, and the musket can destroy a part of the cavalry at close range at the first time, and finally put up a shield to resist!

One wooden shield after another was shattered, one by one the Anglo warriors were knocked into the air, some could still get up, some couldn't stand even if they did, and their bodies were already incomplete!

After the two sides collided, it was about two seconds very quiet, very quiet、、、

"Draft!"

Hannibal's eyes were split, and he jumped over his shield, his sword in his hand slashing through a cold arc and slashing at the legs of a warhorse.

Immediately, the knight was not afraid, and the tiger roared and trampled on the horse.

"When 、、、"

The sound of gold and iron in Qingyue resounded in the sky, and Hannibal's long sword slashed at the horseshoe of the leaping warhorse, which could not withstand such a violent impact and broke in unison.

Hannibal took a big step back, jumped up again, the long sword swept coldly over the knight's waist, but the other party wore chain mail, this sword probably only left a bruise on the opponent's waist, and immediately the knight smiled contemptuously, and stabbed Hannibal with the sword in his hand.

、、、 a heavy double-edged axe spun seven and a half times, and the blood was so hot that immediately one of the knight's heads flew up in the air, and although the head was different, the eyebrows were still hideous, staring at Hannibal deadly.

The big ** behind Hannibal still maintains the throwing posture!

The two looked at each other and smiled, continuing to look for their next target.

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"Uhh、、、、h

A terrible scream came from the ground, and the cavalry of the slave catcher did not have to look down to know which hapless Anglo had been trampled under the hooves of his mount, and the sound of broken bones clearly reached his ears, and he knew that even if this Anglo man was left alive, it was better to live than to die.

Hoarse howls came from the left and right sides at the same time, and two cold spear-throwing vipers struck his left and right chests, and the sharp tips of the spears were already close at hand! These were two sturdy Anglo men, their faces extremely distorted, and their eyes flashing with mad heat.

Immediately, the knight threw his sword with all his might, and with lightning in both hands, he grabbed the tip of the spear that stabbed at him, and with the wild impact of his mount, he shouted and returned the way he came!

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The two Anglo warriors threw away the shields in their hands, rolled on the ground one on the left and one on the right, and then got up in tacit agreement, and the double-edged axes in their hands slashed at the two front legs of a war horse in front of them at the same time!

The war horse raised its head and neighed, and could no longer bear such great pain, so it fell forward fiercely, and threw the knight out of the horse. The huge body of the war horse had been completely flipped over, crushing the two Anglo warriors under him, and the crisp sound of bones shattering sounded、、、、

Hannibal skillfully cut off the front left leg of a war horse, then quickly turned over and got up, and then turned over and crawled back to the unprotected neck of the knight who was distracted by a sword, and the hot and bloody blood sprayed his face, and his eyebrows were all over his face, and then he opened his eyes to a blood-red world in front of him, and looked back in shock, and the fierce battle behind him was fierce.

An Anglo warrior with two curly bladed swords in his abdomen, a piece of intestines flowing out of his body, as if fighting to the death, his red eyes were burning like a beast, and a rival slave hunter was terrified, and the two riding swords and two swords that he pulled out of his abdomen merged and cut off his head like scissors.

Cut off the other party's head, and the Anglo warrior's head also drooped down like a frosted eggplant, and he died of anger.

Bang bang!

Finally after a burst of muskets!

Hannibal put the slightly heated long sword that had been stained with blood, inserted it into the ground, the blood on the sword, flowing down the sword body, stained a square meter of land, looking back at the killing field, the war has been extinguished, the incomplete horse corpses on the ground and the corpses of people are gathered together, the blood will be dyed red in the 200 square meters in front of the fortress, many of them have also flowed into the moat, and now the moat that has begun to take shape is still pink.

The big ** wiped the blood stains on his face, walked up to Hannibal with a double-edged axe and musket, smiled, and said loudly: "We won!"

Hannibal grinned too, and Bai Sensen's teeth were stained with blood.

"We won!"

Hannibal howled.

"Eat meat,"

The big ** abandoned the axe to the ground, clenched his hands into fists, and roared wildly, because of the excessive force, even the green tendons on his neck protruded.

"Eat meat,"

"Eat meat,"

The Anglo warriors roared like a volcanic eruption, and the thunderous cries reverberated over the empty fields.

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