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Jobs waved his stick twice and made a squatting motion: "As long as you don't work hard!

Hannibal: "Okay! Let's take the initiative today, fight with a, and shame the old nest in it!

As he spoke, he snatched another potato from Jobs.

"yes! it's my dessert!"

Hannibal: "、、、、、、、、、、、、"

Swallowing the potatoes in two bites, Hannibal let out a loud shout and ran down the wall.

Yesterday Hannibal was on the defensive, so there were few casualties, except for the 3,000 Anglo warriors who were lying in the water as outcasts at the beginning, especially the eldest and second sons were almost unharmed, and had formed a neat cavalry formation in front of Hannibal, holding the reins of their horses in one hand and an axe and gun in the other!

One by one, they stood proudly in front of Hannibal. A pair of slightly wooden eyes. With a scorching heat of murder burning, they are not good at foot warfare or defending cities, but when it comes to horse warfare, their bloodlines are full of confidence and fanaticism.

"Open the gates!"

"The prince ordered the city gate to be opened!"

Hannibal and Stuart looked at each other, then smiled and nodded.

Stewart roared and pulled out the desert scimitar at his waist, and his already gloomy face revealed even more cold murder!

Suddenly, Stewart raised his long knife and howled, "Follow me!"

With the heavy sound of metal shafts rubbing, the two city gates made of pure copper slowly opened. Revealing the black pressure behind a row of cavalry, more than 2,000 horsemen! The armor was of different styles, very messy and messy, the weapons were the same, and the long and heavy axes and spears in the hands of the cavalry were high and pierced into the sky.

Ellie Jie smiled: "These barbarians are too arrogant!"

"Darth Beast!"

"Obey your orders, Captain!"

A light cavalryman in chain mail on Alijie's left rode to Elijie's side, wearing a helmet, and could only see a pair of eyes as cold as a dead man.

"You take two thousand light cavalry and teach these barbarians who burn cow dung a lesson!"

"Follow your will!

"You stay to protect the head of the group, and the others will come with me!"

Darth also led 2,000 light cavalry, from both sides to the front of the army formation, and the rear and the most elite 1,200 heavy armored iron cavalry rode forward, divided into two groups, and protected the left and right flanks of the army.

Stewart let out a loud shout, and with a sharp push of the scimitar in his hand, he rode out first.

In the continuous shouting. More than 2,000 Viking warriors slowly followed. The chaotic sound of horses' hooves slowly swept across the open ground. In the splash of grass and smoke, it gradually began to accelerate,

The light cavalry of the brutal slave catcher regiment also met it like a tide, led by Darth Beast、、、 which was a pure cavalry battle against cavalry.

Darth snorted, rode forward, and shouted, "Brothers, let these barbarians, dressed like beggars, know what cavalry is!"

"Kill !!"

In the midst of the overwhelming shouts, more than 2,000 light cavalry of the slave hunting regiment. Swept away with the smoke and dust rolling up to the ground. More than 4,000 war horses, tens of thousands of iron hooves slammed heavily on the cold earth, intertwined into a suffocating rumbling sound, and the momentum swallowed the sun and the sea、、、

In the formation of the slave hunting group, the war drums and horns sounded in unison, and the cheers were so loud that it was suffocating.

The distance of 800 meters is just a short time away.

The difference between the Viking warriors is a three-meter-long sharp axe spear that points diagonally into the air, intertwined into a forest of death, which devours life, while the slave hunters are all swordsmen.

Searing killing intent burns wildfire in Stewart's eyes, and no one can defeat the nomads on horseback, no matter how well equipped you are.

It's going to be a tough battle!

Today. Maybe a lot of people will die, and all of them will be equal on the battlefield, and they will all be stacked here

All Viking warriors don't want to die, but they're never afraid of death!

Hannibal looked forward with his sharp gaze over the tumultuous battlefield, and seemed to be able to see clearly that the graceful woman in the enemy formation, with a hideous, cold expression on her pretty face, bared her teeth like a hyena staring at its prey.

As the two sides drew closer, Stewart heroically took off his helmet and threw it aside. The whole person was covered in cold armor, and he let out a leisurely shout. Raise the knife to the sky.

Darth raised his sword high, his eyebrows were hideous, and he took off his helmet and threw it away, and his hair was full of hair like steel needles piercing the sky, and he did his best to show off his arms. The bulging muscles were bulging, and they were covered with earthworm-like green tendons, and the endless explosion of power surged in the two strong arms.

"Darth Beast, the barbarian gives your name!"

"I'm cǎo proposed!"

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This is a conversation between Stewart and Darth when the two sides are only 20 meters apart!

The cold killing machine was wrapped in a solemn warhorse, and the snort of the solemn war horse struck in an instant, and Stewart slashed out with a knife without raising his head.

"When,"

There was a violent crash and a neighing of Warhorseland, and Stewart and Darth slashed into each other, and both turned back. Stewart rode his horse back again and again, his face was flushed, and the other party seemed to be no longer under his own brave riding skills, and Stewart looked at his right hand that was still numb out of the corner of his eye.

Darth was still blazing with murderous eyes. Staring at Stewart burningly.

"Your name is "I cǎo simulate", right?

Darth rode forward again, and the one-meter-two-long broad-bladed sword in his hand slashed through the air and slashed straight at the neck of the ground under the cover of Stewart's armor, and the sharp blade cut through the air, emitting a piercing scream.

"That's right, boy, I'm cǎo proposing!"

Stewart let out a loud shout, slashed out furiously, slashing heavily on the blade of the opponent's sword, and there was another deafening sound of gold and iron, and Stewart suddenly felt a buzzing in his ears, and no sound could be heard. Seeing the cold light of the riding sword slashing back again, Stewart was terrified, he wanted to raise the sword, but he felt his arms sore, tired, he didn't expect that there were such fierce generals in a slave hunting group!

Are you going to die?" Stewart's eyes narrowed for a moment, and there was a hint of inexplicable madness.

At the critical moment, a heavy axe gun poked out in time and landed coldly on Stewart's head, and the goblins were slashed with murderous intent!

"Commander, don't panic!"

A series of cold axe spears pierced out at the same time, piercing through the chain mail ground protection, and stabbing fiercely into the chest cavity of the slave catcher.

Immediately, the vitality in the knight's eyes quickly disappeared, and the legs clamping the horse's belly were unable to support it, and he shook from side to side, and fell off the horse.

The war horse raised its head and let out a mournful neigh.

In cavalry battles, at the moment of contact, long weapons have a great advantage, but in melee, they will suffer because of the length and space, so at the moment when the axe and gun in their hands pierce the enemy, almost all the Viking warriors quickly let go and pulled out the desert scimitar on their waists.

On horseback, a slave catcher slashed a heavy parabola through the air, and finally slammed into the ground, which was already covered with the corpses of many Viking warriors and slave catchers. Just now, the sharp spear blade lightly sliced through the armor ground protection, and stabbed into his body coldly, and the heavy helmet fell off his head, finally revealing the hideous and unyielding face covered by the helmet.

In the end, the intestines and stomachs were scattered all over the ground, trampled by the war horses several times, and became a meat paste with dung、、、、

The two sides began a complete scuffle!

A Viking warrior threw his desert scimitar in his hand and roared, and pounced on a slave catcher like a wolf, opening his mouth and biting the throat viciously. Until his head was brutally cut off.

After cutting it off, his skull was still chewing, and in his mouth was a lump of flesh with lymph、、、、

yes

The slave hunter who was bitten off the flesh was in unspeakable pain, roared hoarsely, and was still riding on his horse, but he had already lost his weapon, and tried to cover his throat with both hands that could not stop spurting blood.

Funnily enough, on his left and right were a slave hunter and a Viking warrior, and at the same time he slashed at his neck in an attempt to end his pain, and actually came to a joint slash!

"Pay!"

Stewart rode his horse slowly through the battlefield, a loud and majestic roar that pierced the tumultuous battlefield. All the Viking warriors who heard Stewart's roar instantly looked uplifted, as if someone had lit a bonfire in their souls, and suddenly burst into dazzling combat power.

"Fuck 、、"

"I'm cǎo proposed!

The roars of the monsters resounded in the sky in an instant, and the Viking warriors, who had already had the advantage, once again burst out with a strong fighting spirit, and the cavalry array also expanded violently, and began to work in groups of three or five to clean up the slave hunters.

Darth Mad's grim gaze had locked onto Stewart. A spear came to his right hand、、、

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and a dazzling cold light flashed through the fierce battlefield like lightning, and in a flash, it pierced into Stewart's broad right shoulder, directly penetrating.

The intense pain spread from his shoulders like a swarm of ants, and the indescribable cold enveloped Stewart. The emaciated body shook on the horse's back. It's almost headlong!

"Captain!"

Stewart's face was like cold sweat, and his hand touched the spear on his shoulder: Don't pull it out now!

Thinking of slashing a slave hunter with the intention of sneaking up on him with his left hand, he was no longer able to support it, and he was lying on the horse's back with difficulty holding the horse's neck with both hands.

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