519 Weeping Corridor (4)

If the opponent sends an archer unit to fight back, the rangers will quickly turn their horses' heads and roar away with the help of their high mobility, circle around the distance and then attack again, so that the opponent's solemn queue will appear, even if it does not produce the expected movement, it is enough to make the opponent's morale low

At this time, it is the best time for the heavy cavalry to attack, the shaking earth will drown all the qiē in blood, and the heavy cavalry with heavy armor protection, even in the face of the opponent's dense gun array, can not be afraid to crash into it.

As long as a hole is torn open, the light cavalry on both sides will swarm through this gap like wolves that have smelled blood, and with flying horse hooves and snowy scimitars, completely tear this gap open, send the body and soul of the enemy in front of them to hell, and make their rotten corpses the best herbicide in the soil

"Only in the land where human blood flows can the grass grow strong and tall"

No one can face the sharp arrows in the sky without wavering, this guerrilla tactics of the Kugit cavalry is the summary of many years of war experience, with their superb horseback riding skills and striking ability, in front of this highly mobile attack tactics, even the Knights of Ruierdian, who have strong combat power, do not dare to talk about fighting a so-called fair field battle with the Kujits.

The Kumba Banner Regiment was worthy of being the jīng rui of the Northern Army, and as the opposing forward heavy cavalry approached, the spearmen stationed behind the wooden fence quickly mobilized.

The 500 men of the 1st Squadron were placed on the first line, and the 1,500 men of the 2 jīng sharp pikemen were on the second line, like a huge ball of thorns gathered together, and countless sharp spears seemed to suddenly stab out of the white rain curtain at this moment, and the rain hit the sharp spear tips, turning into crystal clear white-spots, and the black-gun array revealed a wave of slaughter in the rain curtain

"Steady your brothers, believe that the weapons in your hands will not be able to withstand your piercings, even in tight armor"

A Vikia spear squadron leader, staring at the tall figure that attacked like a demon god 100 meters away, shouted to the soldiers next to him with a solemn expression, in the first column in front of him,

Some of the soldiers' faces were slightly pale, their spear-holding hands were shaking, and some were panting for breath, as if they wanted a little help from the air, these young men were new recruits from the local flag regiments after the Northern Campaign, and their previous duty was to maintain law and order, but now they had to face a heavy cavalry charge that could crush a qiē,

The huge contrast made the eyes of these recruits in addition to fear and in a dreamlike dazedness.

Behind them, in the second row, were the calm-looking veterans, these jīng sharp spearmen who had participated in the battle many times, staring at the cavalry in the distance with determination,

Their spear-holding hands were wrapped with a thick cloth so that the spear would not be stabbed out of their hands by the huge force of impact recoil, and the white cloth on their hands would entangle their hands with the spear, so that even if they were wet with their own blood, they could force their spears into the enemy's mouth

Blood for blood, life for life, this is the style of the old Samour warriors, in the face of the roaring heavy cavalry, no one dares to guarantee that they will not be knocked out by the huge impact, but even if they die, they must talk about the spear in their hands pierced into it, so that the enemy's mouth is also flushed with a red blood, in this heroic army, there are only men who died in battle, there are no cowards who escaped, and the generous death treatment and the bounty after victory are enough to make them clear what it means to be sacrificed

Nuuk, the sharp spearman, heard the nervous breathing of the crossbowmen behind him, as if he had just completed some kind of jī movement,

"These young guys, sure enough, are still not used to such a scene"

Nuke smiled at the corner of his mouth, he knew that standing behind him were the young men of the Sixth Squadron of Crossbowmen, these soldiers were not very old, and some of them still had stinking velvet on the corners of their mouths

They were recruits from the local northerners after the Northern Army settled in the northern region, and compared with the veterans who came from Samor's in the south, these newcomers, who were not even skilled crossbowmen, were often placed on the front line of the battle, because their shooting speed and accuracy were less than half of the team of the two jīng sharp crossbowmen in the back.

Rather than facing the Kugit cavalry with the sharpest troops, it is better to use some ordinary troops to act as a mezzanine in the attack sequence, which is a characteristic of the Salon Corps, according to the words of the commander of the Salon Corps, "A soldier who has not seen blood is never a real warrior, and this blood is not only the enemy's, but also his own, and only those who can crawl out of the pile of dead people are qualified to be called a Samar warrior",

This also leads to the fact that Isaron's army is the most severely attritional, but it is also the most aggressive force, often filled with a squadron of recruits, and less than half can come out alive.

This is also the reason why the fat man generally does not use the Saron Legion, this guy is simply a madman born for war, and belongs to the kind of guy who does not see blood and does not collect troops. As for whose blood it is, it's hard to say that the guy who dares to use 30,000 infantry to take the initiative to meet the 100,000 Ruierdian army can also imagine his madness

"Attention crossbowmen, 350m adjustment"

The crossbowman's cold gaze moved as the rangers separated to the sides in the distance, the bowstring of the crossbow in his hand creaked and tightened on the hang-up, and the expression on his face looked like it was about to start a life-and-death duel

The order of the commander of the flag is that the enemy is not allowed to attack without entering 200 meters, and 200 meters is the distance with the most effective penetration of the infantry crossbow, as long as the opponent is not wearing perverted heavy armor, the sharp arrow cluster of the infantry crossbow can easily pass through the enemy's mouth,

And the compound bow of the Ranger attacking from the opposite side is 150 meters,

According to the running speed of the war horse, the distance of 50 meters passes in a blink of an eye, that is to say, when the crossbow arrow is out, the compound bow of the rangers will also be pulled almost at the same time, compared with the pikemen in front of them wearing heavy armor, these crossbowmen are only wearing light leather armor, although they can take a lead, but the ensuing counterattack will also make them responsible for a considerable price,

The roar of the horses' hooves was like an earthquake, and the collective charge of 25,000 Kugit cavalry was truly spectacular, and the horses' hooves flew up the muddy snow on the ground, like a forward rumbling and tumbling towards the commanding heights where Kumba was

"Left and right are wound separately"

As the leader of the archer squadron shouted as he led the team, the Kugit cavalry group turned their heads and made a big turn outside the 300-meter line. Quickly separate from the middle to the left and right,

Like a huge wave cutting through the middle,

The Kugit light cavalry, which had been advancing neatly just now, quickly accelerated, like two encircled iron pincers, almost unhindered across the 300-meter distance marking,

The bowstrings of the powerful compound bows began to pull in the hands of these Kugit cavalrymen, and on the undulating horseback, the hands of the archers were already raised towards the sky at 45 degrees

Just wait for a distance of 150 meters to let the Vikian army assembled on the opposite side know what a "rain of death arrows" is.

Looking at the Wikibians on the opposite side, the Kugit General Saibula, who led the assault, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shouted from his waist to the scimitar inlaid with rubies, and shouted to his subordinates who were advancing like rolling snow behind him

"Assault with all your bows and arrows, and make the Wikibians tremble"

In his mind's eye, the spectacle of the enemy falling like a broken straw had been conjured up, something he had done countless times, and the screams of the arrows were always so beautiful

"Whoosh"

A swift white line brought his shouting to an abrupt halt,

"Master Sebra"

The Kugit cavalry who followed him watched in amazement as their beloved general was pierced by a thick cluster of arrows.

The powerful impact even caused his armor to explode through the bleeding and blurred bore from the front, and the half-sharp tip leaked through Sebula's back, bringing up a puddle of blood that splattered the pale faces of the other cavalrymen

"This is so possible" A chill felt in the minds of the Kugit cavalry at the same time, killing an enemy at high speed from 300 meters away, even the most famous Kugit hurricane could not do this

"Master Sebra"

One of the cavalry guards quickly accelerated, trying to snatch his body before he could fall from his horse, but in front of the cavalry charging in a group, the effort was undoubtedly futile, and the corpse that had lost control shook from the galloping horse, like a kite that had lost its thread, fell from the undulating and swaying horse's back, and under the flying hooves of the horse, there was a sound of bones shattering

"Or is it this old routine, can't there be a little bit of novelty?"

In the distant hills, the longbow leader Xast slowly lowered the longbow in his hand, looking at a black line in the distance that was rapidly approaching the flank of the Kumba Banner Regiment, and a shivering gaze appeared in his pupils,

In front of the hill where he was located, the 2nd Northern Banner Regiment in charge of the flank defense this time, which was the direct force of Salon, numbering about 12,000 men, which was why the opponent first placed the target of attack on the Kumba Line

"Well done, let this arrow of Xasster kick off the battle of the Green Corridor" The corners of the fat man's mouth sneered and clenched his fists, still hit him by the cold raindrops, the black-armor shone with a dark luster under the clear rain, and the falcon banner behind him roared in the wind and rain, and the falcon embroidered with gold on it soared above the sky as if it had come to life

He didn't know that when his state of mind changed from a bystander to a god of death who ruled the battlefield, that kind of indifferent and cold domineering suddenly erupted from him.

Even Sallon, who had always been bold next to him, didn't dare to speak much at the moment, and Bonnie even subconsciously took a half step back, this dead fat man's aura was too strong