Power and Empire Chapter 173: The old guards.

The Kuroshio Legion, which is constantly surging, is like a dark cloud covering the sky. It has infested a small half of the right-wing army. The weird fork weapons, unique fishing net tactics, and the crushing Samor soldiers can’t breathe. Come,

　　 is a fishing net with hooks constantly thrown over his head, and a sharp harpoon shooting like raindrops in front of him. The Samorian spearman often just pierced his spear, and the harpoon shot from the opposite side would shoot the spearman. Turning to the ground, watching his companions caught in a barbed fishnet, wrapped and rolled on the ground, the brave Samor soldiers also felt chills

　　 These Kuroshio fighters are all fishermen from the coast. The skills of throwing harpoons and throwing fishing nets are the skills they rely on for survival. After years of evolution, they have formed a unique set of tactics.

　　 Shooting within three meters is not only accurate and fast, but also ruthless enough. People caught in fishing nets often have no chance to get rid of. The heavy infantry of Crolitsat banner regiment was beaten and the whole queue was born. A big hole was torn apart, the screams of slashing from the battlefield resounded across the sky, and the five thousand Samor heavy infantry were split apart, like islands emerging from the Kuroshio Current,

　　The dense forest of guns formed an independent circle. Knowing that they would be shot by a harpoon, they still roared and stabbed the spear in their hands. Blood spattered from the enemy and himself. The corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the blood let the foot The land is muddy,

　　 Although the Satsuma crossbowman behind 　　 fought back with all his strength, he was a second-line unit after all, and his mental quality and shooting skills were not good. Seeing the tragic scene ahead, the crossbow in his hand trembled slightly. The shooting speed was not fast, and the aim was not enough.

　　The flying crossbow arrows often shot down the enemy and also shot down their own people. This indiscriminate killing created a vacancy on the weak right side of Samor, and more and more dark tides have begun to overflow the right-wing defense line. ,

　　 "Damn! These **** bastards!" Crolitsart swung a knife and chopped down a black warrior who tried to throw a net at him, with the remaining 1,000 people holding on to the last line of defense, blood blurred He lost his sight, with more than a dozen wounds on his body, looking at the fallen men one by one, Crolithat's eyes looked sad and angry at the surging dark tide around

　　 Seeing that the army formation on the right was gradually being overwhelmed by the Kuroshio, the fat man hesitated for a while, waved to the messenger behind him and gave an order

　　" Order the support troops to press on with all their strength, and take the right wing back to me anyway! "This order is very dangerous, and the fat man doesn't know whether it is correct to put the second-line troops up at this time.

　　 The three long and two short bugles sounded from the main formation of Samor, and the nearly 20,000 second-line Samor troops piled up behind rushed toward the right-wing Kuroshio. The sudden surge of Samor troops collided with the spreading Kuroshio. Together,

　　The battle between the spear and the harpoon, the second-line unit is not strong, but with the advantage of a large number of people, the spear is like a forest, the head is like an ant, and the scorching sun is melting and snowing, quickly smashing the attack line of the harpoon soldier. Often three or four spears pierce the enemy’s body at the same time,

　　Desperately blocked by the forward Samor heavy infantry, the 8,000 Kuroshio soldiers have already lost more than half. Most of them are wounded and exhausted. How can they be the opponents of the second-line Samor troops who stayed behind and recharged? The Kuroshio was covered by the withered yellow leather armor of the second-line troops

　　 seemed unwilling to be reconciled to the failure of the right-wing offensive. The middle army of the Shivache people began to move slowly. Dozens of elite infantry teams, who were the real main force, pressed down on the right flank like mountains and seas, and dense spears flashed in the sun. Han Guang, the forefront of which is a phalanx of heavy soldiers armed with broadswords in more than ten teams.

　　 Thick, heavy infantry armor, two-handed serrated broadswords that are good for splitting the chain armor, and a wide chestnut shield to block the chest. Only a pair of murderous eyes are exposed under the iron-cast helmet. The red ribbon on the helmet is like layers of layers. The blood-stained red cloud, this is the real professional soldier of this era, and he has been dispatched from the Swordsman Legion.

　　 "Long live Satsuma! Long live the glory!"

　　 Seeing the few remaining Harpoon fighters fleeing, the second-line troops on the right regained their positions shouted with cheers, completely unaware of the approach of the killing machine, which retreats to the Swordsman Legion,

　　 For the Samorian peasants who have never been on the battlefield, the victory just now gave them high morale. Faced with the approaching elites of the enemy, these second-line Samor troops have not organized an effective formation. Instead, they boldly launched a countercharge, and some people swarmed up. Still want to take advantage of the number of people to crush the enemy.

　　 "Kill!" The swordsman hiding behind the shield shouted together, the broad sword of the swordsman on the outermost edge easily picked up the dense spear stabbed by the Samorians, and the companions immediately behind held the shield. Rush up, with a wide sword in his hand, quickly and neatly cut the abdomen of the Samorian Lancer,

　　Samoro soldier’s face was holding his abdomen in pain, blood mixed with internal organs, and the cutting-edge swordsman cut his throat with a beautiful sword. This is the perfect cooperation between the swordsman and the top infantry unit. Exist, in front of this kind of superb swordsman army ~ IndoMTL.com~ even heavy knights may not be able to please.

　　 There are enough Satsuma soldiers, but in the face of the cooperation of such superb swordsmen, there is no room to fight back. The slain ghosts and wolves howl, like moving killing machines, where the swordsmen line up, often A large corpse is left, and the **** footprints make the scalp numb

　　 There are still a few people facing the big army. The queue of the swordsmen has never been scattered. It is always so tight. It comes with blood pressure without any haste. The red eyes under the iron helmet make people chill. .

　　"These people are all demons! Run! Everyone!" As the fat man had expected, facing the killing machine like the Swordsman, the second-line troops that rushed up just now panicked uncontrollably,

　　 Countless soldiers ran back with trepidation. Not only did this disperse the defense line that Crolitsat had finally organized, but it also made the crossbowmen throw their rodents, afraid of launching a projectile, and the soldiers swept past like a wave. ,

　　 Crolithat looked around with a sad expression on his face, and secretly estimated that apart from the more than 1,000 blood-stained heavy infantry under his command, only a few more than 4,000 remained standing on the ground. The Japanese wagon that came up had at least fifty squares. The front line of swordsmen was only about 30 meters away from him. The heavy breathing and **** smell were so far apart, it could be clear. Feel.

　　 Not far away, there is still some distance away from the 1,000-thousand-watt clan longbowmen who have sent reinforcements from the main line. In the rear, the ruined army who has just fled in the past is regrouping under the organization of the captains.

　　"Fight!" Crolitsart took a deep breath, and the sword in his hand was raised high again, the spear of the heavily armed infantry straightened again, holding his breath, the first line of the swordsman army, I rushed up with a shout,