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.

When the other party saw that he had succeeded, he was still laughing at himself.

"Darth Beast!"

Sharp took the longbow from the saddle, mounted the longbow with one foot, pulled the longbow with his right arm until it was full, and his right arm trembled with blood、、、

"Whew、、、"

Before Darth could react, a feathered arrow had already passed through its throat, and the inertia was so great that it actually passed directly through it, not staying in its body!

"Remember, Westerners, if you want to learn from the wild wolves in the wasteland, you will bite the prey to death in one bite!"

Stewart hissed in pain, but smiled and taught the dead counterpart.

"Beasts, what a pack of beasts!" Elle Jiemei's eyes flashed with indescribable shock, and she said mysteriously to the people around her, "they can defeat the well-equipped and battle-hardened cavalry with the same number! These barbarians did not simply flee here! I dare to conclude that they must have been sent here for some ulterior purpose, their combat effectiveness is too strong! they must have been carefully selected!"

Yes!

After the last slave hunter light cavalry was beheaded by the desert scimitar, it ended, and this head-to-head battle between the two sides ended.

The mysterious man's gaze was awe-inspiring. He said in a deep voice: "Regiment Commander! Stop them and can't let them enter the fortress! Annihilate them in one fell swoop while they are now alone!"

Ellie Jie looked worried, and said in a condensed voice: "This 、、、 is likely to be bitten back! If you catch up, it will be difficult to stop your foot, after all, these guys don't have the military literacy of my official members!"

The Viking warriors, who were talking about slaughtering their opponents, did not make any celebrations, and half of them turned their horses in unison, already planning to retreat in the direction of the fortress.

"Don't hesitate, Commander, let them go back to the fortress, it will be too much of a blow to our morale, and if you are strict, these improvised bandit teams will mutini at any time" The eyes under the veil of the mysterious man were awe-inspiring. Turning her head to her side, she said.

"So! You personally lead all the heavily armored iron cavalry, and before they are closed, you must block the way back to the city for this group of barbarians! I will lead all the rest of the infantry to retreat, and we still have the advantage in numbers, and strive to annihilate them in one fell swoop!"

Mysterious Human: "Yes!"

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"Huh!?" Hannibal stared at the big **, "This girl seems to be desperate!?"

"Isn't that what do you want??" The big ** smiled and said: "Let Xiao Qiao take a bath and get ready, and kill this vicious girl at night!"

"Village chief, village chief!" Jobs staggered down from the castle tower and sat down in front of Hannibal's horse. Panting and breathing, "It's all ready!"

Big ** looked frightened: "、、、、、、、"

"Are you really going to do that?"

The mysterious man in a black robe and veil squeezed the horse's belly fiercely, jumped forward three feet, and behind him more than 1,200 iron cans, pounced like a lion on on a rabbit on the Viking warriors who had not yet closed and half were still in a state of chaos.

Many Viking warriors even tried to find their surviving companions from the piles of corpses or under their horses.

Ai Lijie held up the gorgeous rappier in the first line, and led all the infantry to divide into two groups, one left and one right, and a desperate posture was pushed back, like a fist clenching and accumulating!

The most elite heavy-armored iron cavalry of the 1,200 slave catchers slowly approached, and immediately the mysterious man held the reins of the horse with one hand, raised his right hand high, and said coldly, "Charge!"

After speaking, his mouth began to chant like a sutra and began to babble some obscure sounds, the volume was extremely low, but it sent out an extremely dangerous message.

Reading and reading, the mysterious man's raised right hand suddenly turned red, and a fireball the size of a human head suddenly appeared, wrapping around the mysterious man's wrist and spinning counterclockwise.

Not far away, Stewart's face was pale, it was because of the injury on his shoulder, he was still on the horse, two Viking warriors on the left and one on the right, one grabbed the front end of the spear on Stewart's shoulder, the other held the back end, and a Viking warrior, on Stewart's side, holding a sharp scimitar.

Ho!

With the swing of the scimitar, the half-meter-long spear was cut off by Qi Gen, leaving only a small part in Stewart's body, and this part did not dare to be pulled out casually!

Stewart's face turned even paler, and he only glanced at the spinning fireball on the wrist of the mysterious man who pounced: "Magician!"

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

As he spoke, he covered his right shoulder with one hand, and the first longitudinal horse ran to the super fortress.

"Retreat!"

"Withdraw! The tin cans are coming!"

"The head of the regiment told him to withdraw from the capital quickly!"

The fireball in the mysterious man's hand was thrown forward, and it exploded in an instant, turning into four slightly smaller fireballs, which were respectively covering the four Viking warriors who were running slowly、、、

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Hannibal led all the Anglo warriors and female soldiers to assemble under the city, and it seems that he is also planning to fight to the death!

When Stewart led the remaining 1,700 Viking warriors to Hannibal, Hannibal snapped his fingers, and tens of thousands of Anglo men and women quickly separated a road, and at the same time the fortress gate was opened, and they were allowed to enter the fortress for repairs.

Bang!

The bronze gate was closed tightly again, and the two sides outside the fortress were going to fight to the death, and whoever killed the other to win the final victory would have it.

The sound of the bull's horn, which was very different from the horn sound made by the slave hunting group, resounded in the sky, and tens of thousands of Anglo men and women lined up in a square formation of three rows of more than 3,000 people in each row, facing the first roll

Roll in the heavy armor and iron horse.

"Hah,"

The mysterious man in front of the formation shouted, the heavily armored iron rider behind him, the spear weighing dozens of catties in his hand was raised in unison, and the cold blade shone with a cold light, and they began to slowly spread out to the two wings, and suddenly, like a number with a large gap, the distance between the two people was about one meter and a half, which was comparable to the width of the front of the Anglo position that came forward.

The horses under the crotch of the heavily armored iron horses of the slave catchers began to accelerate, and they soon entered the final sprint distance. Tumbling subway hooves, mixing the blood and dirt left over from the battle on the ground, and then splashing wildly "bloody mud", confusing the clear sky.

The intense killing machine is like a rainstorm that fills the entire battlefield、、、、、

"Array!"

Hannibal roared.

"Click、、、、

The first row of 3,000 Anglo warriors simultaneously slammed their large shields into the ground and made a loud noise, and in an instant, a solid wall was already on the path that the heavy armored iron cavalry of the slave hunting group must pass through! If the heavy armored iron cavalry wanted to rush through here. They must break down their shield walls.

"Second row casting ready!"

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