"Move, move! Don't stay in one position, move forward!" Garriott urged the panicked cavalry behind him, while staring at the Chinese operating the small cannon in the distance. He saw that the soldier responsible for loading the barrel had finished loading the barrel again, and he knew that the cannon was about to fire again.
"Captains of each team, lead your troops around the ice and reorganize!" He shouted to the mid-level black guards.
"These explosive things have already threatened us. We need to find a way to defeat the next wave so that the teams behind us have time to assemble. If we are bombed again like this, the team will be dispersed." Garriott said to his two deputies.
"Stop so I can try to shoot them." Miguel took a longbow from the saddle and put an arrow on it. Sacheri began to cast a spell. Garriott himself reached his dragon claws into the ground and grabbed a handful of sand and stones.
Another wave of shells came. Miguel bent his bow and aimed at the shells flying high. He poured his fighting spirit into the arrow, and the arrow head moved along the trajectory of the shells. When he felt that he had mastered the law of the shells' movement, he loosened his hand. The arrow wrapped in fighting spirit drew a white line and flew towards the shells. However, it seemed that he still missed a little. Just as the arrow was about to miss the shells, the fighting spirit outside the arrow suddenly exploded, directly detonating the two shells around it. At this time, Miguel shot the second arrow, which also detonated another two shells.
On the other side, Sacheri's magic was also ready. More than 20 white energy missiles rose from his hands. These missiles drew trajectories in the air, like wasps swooping down on the enemy, fiercely stabbing at the shells in the sky. The missiles controlled by Sacheri's spirit had a shorter attack range than bows and arrows, but they were more flexible and accurate. He used precise control to let each missile attack a shell, and more than half of the energy missiles finally hit the shells in the sky. One third of the shells that were hit were directly detonated in the air, and the rest were deflected and could no longer fall to their location.
After the two men's attack, only seven or eight shells survived. At this time, Garriott waved his hand and threw the sand and stones in his hand like shotguns towards the last few shells. The green dragon blood gave him extraordinary arm strength, and he threw the stones to a height of two or three hundred meters. The cone-shaped area covered by them enveloped four or five shells, which exploded directly in the air. Only one of the last few shells finally fell on the horse team behind Garriott. He kicked his feet, flew into the air, grabbed the tail of the shell, and threw it far away. The shell flew back and exploded four or five hundred meters in front of the Chinese position.
Garriott's counterattack killed only two cavalrymen in two rounds of artillery shells, giving the Chinese a chance to regroup. The previous attack caused them to lose more than 20 people, but the core combat force was not seriously damaged. Garriott was ready to quickly rush through the last distance of less than a kilometer.
Although Garriott was very satisfied with the interception, he knew that until now, they had only been passively attacked. Only when they rushed to the front of the Chinese formation could they really exert their strength. He asked Sacheri to continue to use missiles to block the attack of artillery shells. The others charged at full speed. Sacheri's missile defense was very effective. Although the Chinese attacked several more rounds, the actual effect was not ideal. When the cavalry rushed to a distance of 500 meters, there were still nearly 120 people.
With Garriott's eyesight, he had clearly seen that only a few of the enemy soldiers were holding swords, shields and spears, and most of them were holding a long weapon. Whether these soldiers were standing or kneeling, they all pointed the long weapon straight at them.
As their team broke through a certain position, he heard a command, followed by a loud crackling sound. The green dragon blood allowed him to capture very fast and small objects. Just like now, he could see countless tiny metal particles spraying out from the front of those tubes, rushing towards him and his men like a blizzard in the severe winter.
These tiny particles came too fast, and before Garriott could give any warning, they hit him and the people behind him. Even though Garriott was covered in dragon scales, he felt a pain, as if someone was stabbing him with a spear. Although this pain came and went quickly, the energy in it should not be underestimated. Garriott thought to himself, this is bad, what effect would something that even he felt painful have on ordinary humans
The screams behind him gave him the answer. When he turned around, he saw bloody flowers bursting out from many soldiers and horses. At a glance, at least a dozen people were knocked off their horses.
Even Miguel, who was not fully prepared, covered his face with his hands, and a stream of blood oozed from his fingertips.
"Sir, this thing is still too powerful, what should we do?" Miguel asked.
"We have no way to retreat except to rush forward." Garriott chose to keep moving forward regardless of the casualties behind him.
The air guns soon rang again, and more soldiers and horses fell to the ground in all kinds of strange postures as if they were stabbed by invisible swords while galloping.
Just two rounds of rifle fire achieved an effect comparable to the previous mortar bombing.
Some of the cavalrymen in the rear team began to waver. This metal storm was completely invisible. It was like a ghost that suddenly took a person's life with a sharp whistle.
A cavalryman turned his horse around and tried to escape. But before he could completely turn around, an arrow pierced his head and killed him on horseback. A Black Guard soldier at the rear shouted, "Those who run away will die in my hands first. Keep moving!"
After killing three or four fleeing soldiers, the cavalrymen in the rear were caught up in a disorderly manner.
When Garriott's team approached two hundred meters, a huge magical wave suddenly came from the Chinese formation. A deep purple ball of light was thrown among the cavalry, exploding a circular ripple that swept across all the cavalry.
Garriott only felt that there was a sticky force attached to his body, which slowed down his movements. However, the green dragon's blood had great resistance to magic, and Garriott just activated his blood power to completely remove the restraint on his body.
But the horse under him had no such ability. Like all the other horses, its speed suddenly slowed down to half.