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 get caught in a barbed fishnet, wrapped and rolled on the ground, the brave Samor soldiers also felt cold
These Kuroshio fighters are all fishermen from the coast. Their ability to throw harpoons and throw fishing nets is their survival skills. After years of evolution, they have formed a unique set of tactics.
Shot within three meters is not only accurate and fast enough, 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 alive. A big opening was torn open, the screams of the slashing from the battlefield resounded across the sky, and the five thousand Samor heavy infantry were split apart, like an island 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 down. The land is muddy,
Although the Satsuma crossbowman behind fought back with all his strength, he was a second-line army 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, there were more than ten 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 no matter what!" 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, rushing toward the right-wing Kuroshio, and the sudden surge of Samor troops collided with the spreading Kuroshio. Together,
The battle between the spear and the harpoon, the second-line troops are 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 snow, which quickly broke the attack line of the harpoon soldier. Often three or four spears pierce the enemy’s body at the same time,
After being desperately blocked by the forward Samor’s heavy infantry, the 8,000 Kuroshio soldiers had already lost more than half. Most of them were wounded and exhausted. How could 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 Riwa Chezhe began to move slowly. Dozens of elite infantry teams, who were the real main force, pressed toward 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 Corps.
"Long live Satsuma! Long live glory!"
Seeing the few remaining Harpoon fighters fleeing, the second-line troops on the right regained their positions shouted with cheers. They were completely unaware of the approach of the killing machine, which retreated from the Swordsman Corps.
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 counter-charge, and some people swarmed up. Still want to use the advantage of numbers to crush the enemy.
"Kill!" The swordsman hiding behind the shield shouted together, the broad sword of the swordsman at the outermost edge easily picked up the dense spear stabbed by the Satsuma, 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 painfully clutching his abdomen, 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 skilled swordsman army ~ IndoMTL.com~ even heavy knights may not be able to please.
There are enough Satsuma soldiers, but in front of the cooperation of such superb swordsmen, there is no room to fight back. The slain ghosts and wailing wolves are like moving killing machines. The places where the swordsmen line up are often A large corpse is left, and the **** footprints make the scalp numb
There are still a few people in the face of the large army. The queue of the swordsmen has never been scattered. It is always so tight. It comes with blood pressure without urgency. The red eyes under the iron helmet make people chill. .
"These people are all demons! Run! Everyone!" As the fat man had expected, faced with a killing machine like a Swordsman, the second-line troops that rushed up just now panicked uncontrollably,
Countless soldiers ran back with trepidation. Not only did this disperse the line of defense that Crolithat had finally organized, but also made the crossbowmen throw their rodents and dared not launch a projectile. 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. There are at least fifty squares in the Japanese wagon that is pressing up. The front line of swordsmen is only 30 meters away from him, and the heavy breathing and **** smell are so far apart, and it can be clear. Feel.
Not far away, there is still some distance away from the 1,000-thousand-watt clan longbowmen sent from the main line for reinforcements. In the rear, the ruined army that has just fled to 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, and the spear of the heavy infantry was straightened again, holding his breath, the first line of the swordsman army. I rushed up with a shout,