Power and Empire Chapter 1172: The 1st Battle of Aaron (3)

　The dark clouded Port of Aaron, two hours have passed since the start of the battle in the afternoon,

　　At dusk, the billowing ink cloud revealed a thin golden line in the sky, and then countless golden lines shone from the clouds, like a pair of huge eyes watching the crowds below the sky

　　 "Assemble, prepare to attack!"

　　 The disintegrated Dorok Volunteers once again emerged from the slopes in the distance like ghosts, or they have seen blood, or they mustered up their determination. This time these Doroks began to feel a bit like soldiers. , They were holding simple weapons in their hands. At a distance of 200 meters, they randomly listed triangular assault phalanxes. Some shield players spontaneously stood at the front of the queue.

　　 "Three rounds of shooting preparation!"

In the direction of 　　, the archers drew ten arrow clusters from the quiver full of arrow clusters hung on the wooden stakes nearby. Nine arrow clusters were inserted into the wooden board at the feet by the archers, so that they can be easily taken out and shot. The archers carefully hung the bowstrings of the hunting bows, pinching the white tail feathers of the arrow clusters with their fingers, staring at the target, and the bowstrings were pulled to the full moon in a slow posture.

　　 For ordinary soldiers, the meaning of the arrow cluster is just a one-time consumable shot out. For these senior archers, the arrow cluster is their life, and each arrow is a bloom of life. ,

　　 In a fierce battle, the position of the archer is always the most advanced. Once the archers of both sides enter the attack range at the same time, the arrows will be like locusts. Whoever shoots the arrows quickly and accurately, who is eligible? Live on this battlefield,

　　 not to mention head-on shooting when facing enemy cavalry charges,

　　 When a heavy horse is trampled on like a monster, the ground trembles in the horseshoe rumbling, and the knife in front is as light as snow. It can face the cavalry that is pressing down like a mountain, suppressing the extreme tension in the heart, and steadily The arrows in the hand are shot into the chest of the oncoming target,

　　 At that moment, the courage required for the shooter is no better than that of heavy-armored siege soldiers. At the moment when the baffle of the siege vehicle fell, they brazenly screamed and rushed to the opposite side of the city like a gun forest. What is the difference in heart?

　　 This is a senior archer, or the arrow in the target falls from the horse to gain a chance to shoot the next arrow, or he is trampled by the flying horseshoe, and the bow is completely broken into pieces. Dirt,

　　The senior archers of the Western Legion are mostly veterans from the era of fierce battle with the Swadian Cavalry. The arrows in their hands are the heavy armored Swadian Cavalry, and they are also fearful and sharp, Pala The War of Wen filled the entire Western Legion with an aura of grief and anger. When this aura gathered together with the tightness of the neat bowstrings, 2,000 hunting bows were neatly lifted into the air at a 45-degree angle,

　　"Goal, one hundred meters ahead!!"

　　 Crolitsat shouted sternly. The shooters stared at the 100-meter line in the open area ahead. Their main goal was the first wave of enemies who rushed into the 100-meter open area. According to past experience, lightly armed infantry rushed. It takes at least 15 seconds to pass this short one hundred meters,

　　 For these experienced and experienced senior shooters, just 15 seconds is enough for the archer who is known for his fast rate of fire to launch 2 full shots or 3 free shots. If it is a fully armed soldier, cross this It takes longer for some distance,

　　 In these 15 seconds, senior shooters can shoot any target at will. They are the masters of this battlefield. Calculated based on the lethality of the 2,000 senior shooters behind the low wall, at least 2 Thousands of enemies fell in this open field forever in this short 15 seconds,

　　 Inside the 2,000 archer hunters, there are 2,000 thorn-tile longbowmen who have been waiting seriously. They occupy the top of the building in the port, and the layers of killing intent are cold and radiant. The net of killing is already there. Open in front of the Doroks,

　　 woo woo"

　　 The trombone of the Doroks advancing sounded in the distance, and the harbor was empty and fearful of people, and there was a solemn cry of death and sorrow in the air, like an extremely suppressed breath, which urgently needs to be released before it is released. Condensed, the four front-line formations of the Doroks began to move slowly like giant beasts. The various weapons were erected and looked a bit nondescript, but this did not affect the morale of the entire army. Soldiers in rotten shirts are like a heavy black long line, pressing towards the port.

　　 "Charge, for freedom!"

　　 The phalanx pushed in the distance rolled like a toppled, collapsed mountain. Numerous Doroks rushed into the open space outside the harbor with weapons, screaming from their mouths, rushing into the ocean. "Strike to Hong Kong"

　　What greeted this crowd was countless black spots spewing out from behind the low wall of the harbor, and a intensive whistling of tearing the air, the cold light that obscured the sky and the sun finally turned into a rain of death in the air,