.One Hundred and Forty Two, the shopping mall in the battlefield

In the dark medieval times where knights and magicians were rampant, the outcome of war relied heavily on the personal courage of the generals, and the maintenance of morale and supplies basically depended on robbery along the way. If the army of this era loses more than 20% of the losses in a battle and can continue to fight, it can be called a first-class and powerful army.

When everyone is queuing with firearms to kill each other, due to the improvement of supply and training levels, the standards of elite troops have become much more demanding. Soldiers must step on zombie-like steps under the cover of fierce artillery fire, advance in line with military music, and have to endure rainy gun queuing to carry out complex formation transformations. No more than half of the casualties must not retreat-----In the past, such difficult tasks seemed to be only skeleton soldiers commanded by the necromancer.

This gap between tactical literacy and military discipline is most obvious in bloody battles - the bloody battle between the abyss demon and the hell demon is actually a group of unorganized, disciplined, command-free, logistical, and willing to kill each other, and a battle between a strong iron-blooded soldiers with strict discipline, complete organization, smooth command, effective guarantee and united on the battlefield. If the demons had not been able to fight for their lives and endure a 20-to-one or even one hundred-to-one exchange ratio, the bloody battle would have been lost long ago. If the number of resources mastered by both sides was replaced, the abyss would have been flattened in less than half a day.

After experiencing the cavalry outpost battle, artillery bombardment and gun rafting, the number of horse thieves has now shrunk by about one-third. According to the ability of the general mobs, they should have long since collapsed. However, under the cruel choice between death from battle and starvation, they still rushed towards Lin Li's shield formation frantically-if they were in desperate situations, then all common sense would not apply.

The one who really began to collapse was the unharmed Naserel Musketeers. These guys were first afraid to shoot ahead of schedule. After using up the spare guns on their back, almost one-quarter of the people did not retreat and load them up, but threw the gun away until they were stopped by the supervisory team--watching these muds that could not be covered with soft eggs. Feili was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was not alone in a foreign country and that every Naserel person was very precious, he really wanted to cut off the heads of a few cowards to establish his authority.

The musket team retreated from the shield wall like a tide, and the time for close troops was approaching. In order to prevent the pistols from being fired, Feili and several magicians riding brooms also fell back to the ground. Only one unlucky ghost in the early draw of the bad lottery was left to rise to the high altitude to continue observing. More than a thousand indigenous infantry also completed the final division of labor in the form of two groups: one man leaned down and squatted down, and used his shoulders to resist the tower shield. Another infantry behind tightened the spear on the shield.

He grabbed it in his hand, leaned forward slightly, pressed the spear with all his strength, ready to face the upcoming impact. One hundred feet, fifty feet, twenty feet... The sound of horse hooves seemed to hit everyone's heart, making everyone so nervous that they couldn't help but hold their breath. Suddenly, the horses rushing in front suddenly tied the reins, and the war horses stood up with their hands, escaping from the sky a moment before hitting the tip of the spear. They swirled towards both sides of the shield formation!

Whoosh swish swish swish!

With the inertia that galloped, rows of black objects drew arcs in the air, roaring over the tower shield. The infantrymen who were waiting for the battle were exploding - the horse thieves who were once regular soldiers would naturally not be so stupid as to use their flesh and blood to fight against the spearhead. Cluster grenades mixed with mobilizers and a large number of raw embroidered iron nails were tied with cloth belts, which were the best magic weapon for cavalry to attack.

Fire flashed, air waves rolled, flames rose, shrapnel splashed!

The seemingly solid long wall of the tower shield was instantly blown out. Dozens of indigenous infantry were immediately blown into broken bones and flesh. The tower shield and spear made of oak were split into pieces, and their broken limbs and internal organs were flying all over the sky. Although the remaining infantry still stood firmly in their posts, the commander had no time to mobilize the reserve team to block the gap.

Looking at the broken wall of earth shields, the ferocious thieves licked their lips and showed a hideous smile. The fierce blood of these desperate people had made them completely crazy. They were all thinking about slashing and killing them to the fullest.

After throwing explosives, the cavalry of the ground rotated one after another, crossed the entire front and retreated from both sides. The thieves deliberately pulled a distance away and then accelerated the speed. With the sound of howling like wild beasts, they raised the ground sabers with cold light and rushed forward directly at the gap in the shield wall.

However, at this time, Feili also completed his large-scale magic.!"

The vast and cold mental fluctuations burst out in an instant, washing away everyone on the battlefield without discrimination. The soldiers of the Giant Bear Legion wore spiritual amulets. As former Elves Army horse thieves, many of them still retained this equipment. They usually just feel that their actions are a little stiff and they flash by.

However, their mounts did not have such good luck - if they were regular cavalry war horses, then most of them would hang a pair of spiritual talismans under the horse's neck. However, the war horses carried by the elves themselves had already turned into broth on the arduous journey of climbing over the snowy mountains. Now, the horses they rode were all stolen from the Inca herders before. A considerable number of them did not even nail the horse's hooves, let alone magic items for protective mental attack... Many cavalry also lost their talismans and fell into extreme fear with their mounts.

So, the ground horse thief was sprinting at full speed and suddenly fell into chaos. Many war horses stood in frightened. They even threw the ground cavalry on their backs and gathered in opposite a few gaps to attack the team. They immediately disintegrated. The dozens of horses rushed to the forefront were simply scared to death on the spot. Because it was the first time that Zhaomao Huahu used such a complex tactical magic, Feili did not hesitate to consume a large amount of gem catalyst locally. As a result, the power of the spiritual attack was somewhat overwhelming...

For a moment, the tower shield seemed to have become a series of car accident scenes on the highway. The horse thieves stacked together, hitting each other, making people overturned their horses and bleeding. Several horse thieves who did not carry spiritual talismans even went crazy and greeted their sabers and bullets. In this environment of killing each other, all efforts to restore order were gone.

Even the unaffected cavalry behind them were blocked by the vanguards and were shocked by such strange situations. They began to hesitate and even turned around. Originally, if they could turn in time and go around from both sides, they might cause greater trouble for their opponents. Unfortunately, most of the horse thieves were charged forward and had already fallen into it at this moment. Without the leader and organization of the leader, the will of the minions would of course be greatly reduced, let alone tactical initiative.

As a result, the cavalry charge, which was originally as aggressive as a tsunami, stopped before it hit the reef and turned into a pool of stagnant water... or rather, turned into a bunch of best targets - cavalry that lost its advantage in movement speed. In fact, it is often not as useful as infantry.

If a few rounds of guns could be added at this time... Feiri couldn't help but look back at the Neseriel Musketeers who had previously retreated, and then found out in frustration that these guys seemed to be because of the too many enemies this time and their mental state was too nervous, and they had not loaded ammunition until now!

Let the indigenous infantry spread their shield formation and stab people with spears... This is obviously not a good idea. Although the horse thieves no longer have the ability to continue charging, they still have sabers, pistols and grenades. In the distance, there are many armed refugees on foot. In this case, they give up the array to fight in close combat, which is a sign of extremely stupidity.

However, he could not sit still and watch the horse thief recover from the group fear technique. Therefore, Feili had to choose another way to beat the dog in the water.

"Vahiri, it's time to see you now!" Feiri shouted loudly at his artillery commander, "Just as before. Hurry up and smash all the living targets in front of me! I'll treat you to the strongest flame wine!"

"Okay! Just have wine! I'm ready!" The old dwarf raised his head and responded casually, then bowed his waist and pushed up the cannon cart---At the same time that the shield wall was broken, he led the entire artillery team to push several field artillery with the smallest caliber, ready to use shotgun to block the mouth.

In the group that is generally greedy for life and death, the fighting frequency of artillery soldiers is much higher than that of infantry. After a series of fighting, Wahili and his disciples who were driving mines together were no longer touched by thieves and stolen cannons as chocolate soldiers who sold scrap iron, but evolved into tough guys who had the courage to play cannons and bayonets... At the same time, their alcohol tolerance also evolved with their courage. The amount of rations was not enough to satisfy their cravings. From time to time, they had to find the commander who had stockpiled a large amount of private goods to beat Qiufeng.

With the shouts of the dwarf artillery, several two-pound cannons and one-pound cannons ran through the corpses and were soon deployed near the gap, but the chaos of the horse thief was not over yet--it is time to use the shotgun to help them calm down.

The so-called shotgun is actually a musket mixed with iron nails with lead bullets, wrapped in a large bag by the gunner in a battle robe and stuffed into the cannon chamber. After a few loud bangs, more than 200 cavalrymen "piled" on the front of the muzzle were all beaten into meat sauce by people and horses. Among them, more than half of the horse thief leaders were also included.

After the enemy on the front was destroyed, the artillery fire began to extend to both sides and in the distance. Although the quality of the soldiers in the Thirteen State Colonial of the Xinnaserier Thirteen State Colonial was not good, as long as the military industry did not cut corners hard, the quality of the weapons produced was still quite good. The bronze-cast field guns fired for fifteen consecutive rounds, and there was no fault. Within the range covered by the artillery fire, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and even the soil was dyed reddish-brown. However, after the sound of the cannon subsided, it was silent again, and even the wailing disappeared - this time, it was really completely calm.

Faced with such a tragic situation in front, the cavalry behind who were still hesitating finally stopped hesitating. They shouted tacitly, and then spread their hooves to escape. As for the hiking bandits who wanted to take advantage of the horses, they finally followed the horses and ran here panting, but when they saw such a Shura field, they couldn't help but feel dazed and stood there on the spot. Some even collapsed on the grass, and burst into tears with their will.

In Feili's opinion, when things got to this point, this battle should have been considered to have been completed--the enemy has lost their fighting spirit, and the market and Xiangrui also relieved the danger. As for further pursuit... there are thousands of scattered soldiers on the grassland, and they cannot rob any spoils if they kill them. Instead of consuming ammunition and life for this, and eliminating disasters for free for nearby tribes, it is better to let them live and fend for themselves.

However, some people don't think so.

"Aoaoao---The enemy is about to escape, go up and kill!"

Seeing that the enemy had collapsed, General Komante could no longer hold back his blood. His excited roar echoed in the sky for a while. After the learning gorilla hit his chest a few times, the strong man who seemed to have muscles in his mind jumped and rushed out of the shield wall. There were dozens of Inca guards as strong as him, behind him followed closely. Their mission was originally to protect the flanks, but the horse thieves had never detoured, so these muscular men had never had the chance to participate in the war. Now that they had the opportunity to vent their extra energy, they were naturally willing to accompany them.

In the choking smoke, Komante waved his huge battle axe comparable to the table, roared and stepped through the bloody mud, and rushed towards the refugees who didn't even have a few swords and swords, cutting them one by one in the flesh and blood. The guards who also had battle a battle axe also began a frightening and crazy sweep.

Faced with this wild and bloody killing, the poor refugees immediately broke their hearts and fled back to death with no life, and even trampled their own people to death. Amid their wailing sounds and the roars of the muscle men, the one-sided hand-to-hand fight quickly came to an end. Thousands of fragmented corpses were added on the grass... Although, Feili felt that this meaningless pursuit was obviously unnecessary.

However, those guards are not their own capital, so I should worry less!

Fortunately, the indigenous spearmen who were incorporated into the Giant Bear Legion remained still and did not follow the old leader to rush forward. If they were obviously receiving their military pay, but still obeying Komante's orders... that would be troublesome.

Of course, their loyalty may not be very reliable now, and it will take a long time to complete the integration...

Feili shook her head a few times, sighed slightly, turned around, and looked at the temporary market surrounded by a tall fence, with a little enthusiasm and a little worry in her eyes.
Chapter completed!