Chapter 189: Moving forward! Or Death

"The city gate opens!"

"The city gate is open!"

"alert!"

"It's in place!"

"The day you long for is here, the warriors of Klimt! For honor!"

"For honor!"

Another gate of Sistine slowly opened, and a long team rushed out of the city one by one.

This is the first ace combat power of Sistine, the "Blood Spear Knights" that Earl Gal has worked hard to manage!

It took a total of 3,000 cavalrymen a full ten minutes to fully rush outside the city gate. After the last cavalry left the city gate, an infantry phalanx formed about 3,000 people was followed. When all the soldiers rushed out, the city gate slowly closed.

This is the East Gate of Sistine. The one who is being attacked by zombies is the city wall located north of the West Gate. The second wave of attacks of the zombies is getting more and more fierce. Thousands of corpses are actually piled under the city wall. With the accumulation of countless woods, the straight-line distance between the zombies is now shortened to twenty meters from the top of the city wall!

What kind of scene is this?

The exhausted soldier braved the explosive fireballs flying from afar and threw stones and wood downwards, sprinkling the whole pot of boiling oil from time to time - but these oils may work for people, but they are useless for these zombies that are not only painful!

Apart from letting a disgusting smell of cooked meat float in the air, these boiling oils don't seem to have any effect!

These zombies are like tough rubber men. The mulberry broke his legs and continued to climb up; they broke their hands and squeezed them upwards; they broke their waists, and their hands pulled and pushed upwards!

It's so devastating!

What the hell is this damn thing!

Just like having a very terrifying nightmare, the soldiers repeated mechanical movements with numb scalps, and after exhaustion, they changed to the reserve team. The archers had been rotated by more than five groups. The accumulated arrows like mountains made countless "heedgehogs" still squirming under the city wall.

Sweat soaked the collars, stuck to the flesh under the armor, and felt so uncomfortable all over. Beads of sweat were left along the edge of the cold helmet, but they had no time to wipe them.

The black blood stained the city walls, and the stinking smell of the soldiers made the soldiers' faces slightly green, and the wailing sounds were deafening. Only when the soldiers shouted face to face, could they hear what the other party said - although none of these zombies could cross the city walls, this sense of oppression caused the soldiers' mental suffering.

The large number of zombies in the distance began to move again - this time they were all dispatched!

The mages also rotated several times during this process. When these zombies began to move, the mages who were previously rescheduled appeared in that battle formation together!

Then, they began the continuous, uninterrupted fireball technique at the same time!

The pressure on the entire city wall is even greater!

This section of the city wall seemed to be constantly flattened by a handful of iron. The entire city wall battlements had been razed to the ground by the continuous fireball techniques. The bumpy stone roads made it difficult for the soldiers to move forward. The gravels visible everywhere and the fireballs that exploded around them from time to time made the soldiers suffer great damage.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

From time to time, the chief was shouting, but the voice was quickly drowned in the howling of the soldiers.

"What is that!"

Suddenly a soldier stopped and was almost knocked down by the person behind him - "Go! Why are you standing there! You-"

The soldiers behind him looked at him, but stopped moving.

"It's the Blood Spear! The Blood Spear Cavalry Regiment!"

"Praise God!"

"Let these damn scum go to hell!"

While the remaining three thousand zombies were running towards here with all their might, a team of cavalry suddenly jumped out of the distant hillside!

They were covered in dark-toned plate armor, and even the horses were protected by thick metal armor. The entire team was like a sharp dagger, rushing straight towards the undead from the side!

Then there were the second and third teams who jumped over the hillside. They all formed pointed formations, pointing directly to the undead's square formation that became a little scattered due to movement!

Three thousand cavalrymen, the first thousand are the most well-equipped and most powerful Saint Lance heavy cavalry!

They were divided into three sharp arrows, about fifty meters apart from each other, and rushed to the forefront of the entire team!

The cavalry of about two thousand people behind were half-body armor. This armor only provided protection capabilities on the front, but greatly reduced the burden on knights and war horses, allowing them to attack the enemy more flexibly immediately!

In addition to riding a gun, they carried at least two sub-arms with them - at the same time, their formations were neatly square, which were arranged to carry out greater damage after the heavy cavalry divided the enemy formation.

Bypassing through another city gate of Sistine, the entire cavalry team was quickly arranged according to the square formation during training, and launched a charge as soon as possible!

The heavy cavalry began to accelerate from slow to fast with the help of the small slope, and reached its maximum speed three hundred meters away from the nearest zombie!

The team followed up with the rumbling sound of horse hooves, and a suffocating and oppressive feeling instantly enveloped the zombies who were still rushing towards the city wall!

It seemed that the zombies suddenly slowed down from the center of the team, and the direction of their advance began to slowly change - the mages with two or three hundred standing together quickly stopped the spell in their hands and looked in the direction of the cavalry!

Looking down from the air, three heavy cavalry teams like arrows were rushing towards the large black figure with all their might. Their cavalry was standing upright, but they were ready to wait for the fatal blow!

"Blood Spear!"

A deafening roar suddenly came from the middle team, and instantly spread throughout the entire cavalry team!

This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do - being able to make the entire cavalry team in front hear this shout on the chaotic battlefield is a complete manifestation of strength!

The tall knight with a horn helmet suddenly raised his rifle upwards!

The entire metal rifle was four meters long! At this moment, accompanied by his roar, a deep red light actually shone!

Immediately afterwards, the long spear slowly pointed directly in the knight's hand!

The four legs under the war horse armor were rushing desperately, and the blood-red light instantly enveloped the entire cavalry rushing in front!

"Go forward! Or die!"

"Go forward! Or die!"

"Go forward! Or die!"

The knights behind them shouted together, following the leading knight to lay the spear flat, and their right arm tightly clamped the hook of the gun handle.

Advance, or die! This is the creed that the heavy cavalry believe in throughout their lives!

Although this sound was separated by a metal helmet, it echoed clearly on the entire battlefield!
Chapter completed!