Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 270: Heavy Battle Infantry Regiment

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? Seeing the chaos inside, a trace of contempt flashed in Slow's eyes, "Chaotic party is chaotic party, and it will never become a climate."

The lean guard next to Manchester looked at Manchester, "My lord, don’t underestimate the enemy. Manchester is a typical easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack terrain. From a geographical perspective, our army is not dominant. I have been cleared and suppressed many times, but I have returned to no avail..."

Slow snorted coldly, "It depends on who cleared it out. Is the 19th Army of our Empire comparable to the garbage?"

"But this terrain is indeed a bit troublesome!" Seeing Manchester, which was overwhelmed by the mountains, the always confident Slow regiment commander frowned.

The guard showed a thoughtful look, and after a while, he slowly said, "The empire has been entangled with the Ethiopian rebellion for ten years, and it has never been destroyed every time. It is related to the terrain of Manchester. No matter how great a loss they suffer, as long as they return to Manchester, they can sleep peacefully and have a chance to make a comeback, but we can’t stay there for long..."

The guard paused, "Some time ago, we finally figured out a way to restrict the circulation of food. We hope that these chaotic parties will collapse without fighting. Unfortunately, I don’t know how the effect will be..."

Slow smiled faintly, "I received information that today there were a few chaotic parties in the City of Dawn attempting to transport food out of the city. They were spotted by the Holy Crusaders. Those guys immediately broke through the checkpoint and killed the Holy Crusader soldiers. Many people, in this way, the effect is still there, Manchester is already short of food! They are very anxious..."

The guard looked at the terrain of Manchester, with deep worries flashing in his eyes, "Even if we take Manchester, I'm afraid we will pay a high price, in fact, it is very simple to solve the problem in Manchester..." He glanced at Slow and didn't say anything.

"Say!" Slow said blankly.

"As long as any sanctuary powerhouse in the Holy See is dispatched, Manchester can be resolved within a long time, for example..." the guard said cautiously.

"Joke!" Silo waved his hand and interrupted him, "Do you think that the sanctuary powerhouses are so idle and solve these small things every day? They do everything, so what do we need to do?"

Slow gave him a fierce look, and the soldier flushed with dryness.

"Forget it this time, don't mention anything like this next time. It's not a joke. The sanctuary powerhouse has transcended the shackles of worldly power. These little things will never arouse their interest!" Slow waved He waved his hand and said that he still valued this confidant.

"Yes, Lord Legion!" The soldier saluted deeply.

Slow's face was a little slow, and he waved his hand, "Go, let a squadron go tentatively offensive, I want to see their true strength!"

Having not played against the Ethiopian rebels, Slow also had to be cautious.

"Yes, my lord!"

……

A simple room, the walls in the room, the lime began to peel off, it looks like a few days, a small window opened somewhere in the room, from this window, you can see the outside world.

No one thought that this simple room would be the command center of Manchester, because it was extremely hidden and could clearly overlook the entire battlefield.

Lauchlen was lying on the windowsill, staring at the 19th Army of the Holy Roman Empire outside motionlessly. His expression was cold and his face was full of anxiety.

Standing next to him is Uncle Zhungeer, his brows are also frowned, and he is helpless.

"Look! They moved!" Zhungeer pointed to the square in front of the 19th Army and said.

"They are testing our reality!" Lauchlan took a deep breath, and deep worries flashed in his eyes, "The phalanx behind did not move at all! This legion commander is not easy!"

"What should I do now?" Zhungeer was a little flustered. He knew that Manchester was an empty city now.

Laughlan groaned and was about to speak. At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Catherine walked in with Ron and Vivienne.

Lauchlen turned his head, saw Ron, his brows jumped, his handsome face flashed with a hint of displeasure, he frowned, and his tone was a little harsh, "Second Miss, what are you taking them for?"

"Brother Lauchlan, they are here to help!" Catherine whispered.

"Help? How can I help? What are the capabilities of these two necromancers to help?"

Lauchlen gave Ron a fierce look, turned his head, ignored Ron, coldly hummed and lowered his voice and said, "Just add chaos!"

"You--"

Ron was angry when he heard it. After he came to Manchester, this Laughlin has been at odds with him. It's fine, now he can help himself, and he gives his face, what does this mean?

A pair of white and tender little hands were holding, Catherine's eyes were full of pleading, beckoning him not to go to her heart.

When Ron saw it, his heart softened and he gave a cold snort. Now that the enemy is in front of him, he doesn't bother to care about Lauchlan.

This scene happened to be seen by Lauchlan. He sneered, then turned around, with a raised eyebrow, with a hint of provocation, "How? Are you very unconvinced?"

Ron slowly raised his head, stared at him calmly, and said coldly, "If it's not the time, I would like to find a time to discuss it with you!"

"Talk to me? Just you? A Necromancer?"

Lauchlen sneered, "Yes, I just look down on you, so what?" With that, his hand pointed out the window, "If you have the ability, just keep this important way for me. , Otherwise, after the war, go back wherever you came from..."

Ron didn't say a word after listening, and then left. Vivian gave Lauchlan a fierce look and followed Ron away.

Laughlan sneered, ignored Ron, turned his head and looked at the window.

"Ron...Ron..." Soon after Ron went out, Catherine chased him.

"I'm sorry!" Catherine whispered, "Brother Lauchlan, he...he is unintentional, don't take it to your heart!" Catherine felt that this sentence could not even convince herself.

Ron shook his head, "I just want to help you, I'm not interested to care about the others!"

……

"Kill..."

A squadron of heavy infantry rushed up along the aisle. These men were covered in thick armor, covering the whole body up and down, only a pair of eyes were exposed. Most of them held heavy two-handed weapons in their hands. amazing.

Ignoring the arrows flying from top to bottom, the heavy-armed infantry like a tiger rushed forward and rushed to Manchester's simple wooden door. A soldier with a large axe in both hands shouted and swung. Raising a large axe with both hands, he slammed into the heavy wooden door.

The wooden door made a dull sound, and once--twice--, the huge sound hit everyone's hearts once and then, the hearts of those who were hiding had already mentioned their throats, and many people prayed secretly stand up.

As more and more soldiers joined, finally, the wooden door could no longer hold up, and it slammed down.

"Kill them all!"

A squadron leader yelled, and the morale of the soldiers of the Heavy Infantry Regiment soared, and they rushed into Manchester with their weapons high.

The broken wooden door of Manchester was like a virgin with open thighs. For a time, the fighting spirit of the 19th Heavy Infantry Regiment was ignited, and the fighting spirit rose to the highest point.

The 19th Heavy Infantry Regiment was greeted by a steep **** covered with blue stones. The original defensive design was very clever. Attacking from the bottom up is always more difficult. Sure enough, it was heavily armored. The footsteps of the Corps slowed down.

A squadron of more than 500 heavy infantrymen rushed along the steep slope, and many of them exploded with strong fighting spirit. The heavy armor must be supported by fighting spirit.

"The order goes on! The archer is ready to..." Lauchlan, who commanded the battle, said calmly. As soon as his voice fell, someone immediately sent the order.

"Kill!:

In Manchester, someone yelled, and countless dark corners of the shield were uncovered, revealing the silhouettes of the Ethiopian rebels. They were holding long bows against the 19th Infantry Regiment of the Holy Roman Empire. check.

For a time, countless arrows flew, some soldiers couldn't dodge, were shot at the key, and wailed down the steep slope.

The steep **** has a great influence on the heavy infantry, but the power of those arrows is very general. The ordinary arrows cannot damage the thick armor of the opponent, let alone effectively kill, except for a few In addition to the unlucky ghost being hit by the arrow, most of them charge upwards ignoring the arrow rain.

"What!" Lauchlan took a breath. This heavy infantry regiment was different from the enemies he had encountered before. Wearing thick armor, they are absolutely evil to archers. dream.

The sniper plan failed. Lauchlan was a little dull. Facing such a disadvantage, he couldn't think of a better way for a while. After all, he was not Juliana.

Juliana, who designed the Manchester defense system, is an out-and-out military genius. There are countless institutions in Manchester, but Lauchlan will not use it. If Juliana is there, seeing this situation, Let people pour the hot oil down at the first time, and let these moving iron bumps play a good show of rolling gourd, stacked arhat and hot body with hot oil. If you put a fire on, it will be more perfect , Such a good method is unexpected to Lauchlan's mind, I have to say that this is the gap.

It’s not Juliana’s fault that Ethiopia has made the situation like this today. She mainly lacks a powerful sanctuary powerhouse as a backstage. In the face of the absolute strength of the sanctuary powerhouse, her outstanding military talents The furnishings.

Laughlin's mouth trembles fiercely, and a sentence burst out between his teeth, "Pass the order and prepare for melee combat!"

When everyone in the command post heard this, their hearts trembled. The cruelest hand-to-hand combat is finally about to begin.

"Kill these dog bastards..."

For a time, the Ethiopian Rebel soldiers all over the mountains came out from nowhere. They roared, holding their weapons high, and launched a charge towards the 19th Heavy Infantry Regiment.

When Ron arrived, the cruel hand-to-hand combat had already begun...