The rest of Garriott's mid-level and low-level fighters were surrounded by the Chinese melee fighters.
The leaders of the three melee platoons were all mid-level, and each melee squad under them was divided into two combat teams. Each combat team had five people, two sword and shield soldiers, and three spearmen fighting together. At least one of the five had reached the low-level level. Generally, when dealing with stronger infantry soldiers, they would use sword and shield soldiers to resist the opponent's attack and suppress the opponent's range of movement, and then the spearmen in the back row would wait for an opportunity to attack the enemy. When dealing with cavalry, it was the opposite, with spearmen forming a formation to block the enemy and sword and shield soldiers killing the fallen enemies.
When encountering mid-level masters like the Black Guard, the platoon leader, deputy platoon leader or even the political commissar will take the lead in the battle, with one or two tactical teams providing support.
In this way, the remaining dozen or so warriors under Garriott, including the mid-level black guards, were suppressed by them on the battlefield.
As a result, several small, fierce battlefields were formed in this battle.
However, on almost every battlefield, Garriott's men were at a disadvantage.
The first to collapse were the ordinary cavalrymen who were abandoned. They were enchanted with slowness magic and were caught in a dilemma in the hail of bullets. As their companions were shot and fell one by one, they completely collapsed, and the remaining cavalrymen rushed to escape. But they ran into the Chinese cavalrymen who were outflanking from the outside. These cavalrymen had been waiting for an opportunity in the previous battle, and were not sent out by Wang Jiyuan until the time of pursuit came. They were much faster than the slowed-down enemies, and they were divided into teams of five to chase the lone enemies. After catching up with the enemies, they did not approach them, but only shot with lances 20 to 30 meters away from them.
These cavalrymen also shouted slogans such as "Don't kill those who kneel down" and "Treat prisoners well".
Most of the fleeing enemies were shot dead on the way, and the remaining smart ones dismounted and knelt down to surrender when they saw that they were about to be caught. Soon, all the remaining enemies were caught in the large nets spread by the cavalry.
Next came the Sacheri side. Although the Chinese mages on the opposite side were only at the mid-level, when they cast spells together, they could unleash power comparable to that of the high-level. The class leader of this mage class was the mid-level mage Qiao Jie, who had graduated from the advanced theory training class of the magic school. The magic theory studied in this class combined the true teachings of the Tower of Source and the pioneering research of the Chinese on magic. His understanding of the essence of magic far exceeded that of the mages of this era. Therefore, whether he was calling on magic power or casting magic, his efficiency was 20% higher than that of the Sacheri on the opposite side.
Although his power came from other mages, he was more adept at using it. Gradually, Sacheri felt that he could not hold on any longer. His shield not only had to resist the attacks of Qiao Jie and the others, but also had to resist the bullets that kept coming at him, so it became thinner little by little. Sacheri ignored Garriott and Miguel who were still fighting and activated the teleportation ring on his hand. As long as the magic was activated, he could instantly return to the city of Suero.
At the moment the magic was activated, the shield outside his body was finally weakened to a limit, and two snipers who had been prepared fired four shield-breaking bullets at him. Just as the teleportation light reached his neck, four bullets shot into his head, blowing off his skull, and he was still teleported out, but a pool of red and white stuff was left under him.
The third battle was between Roger and Miguel. The two men, who were originally of similar strength, might have taken more time to decide the winner. But Xiao Mu joined the battle after putting out the fire. She continued to attack Miguel with various negative magics. Miguel, who was troubled by various weaknesses and curses, had a great decline in strength and could not stand up to Roger.
Miguel and Roger's swords clashed. Miguel, who was not strong enough, was shocked and retreated four or five steps. "Damn it, we are both imperialists. Have you forgotten the glory of the imperialists? Can't you have a fair duel with me?"
Roger said: "I am no longer an imperial citizen, I am now a Chinese. The Chinese know what to do and when to do it, and will not fight someone just because someone draws a sword and points three fingers at him. However, if you surrender now, I can give you a fair duel in the prisoner-of-war camp."
Xiao Mu said from behind Roger: "Idiot! This is a war. If you don't surrender, you will die!"
Miguel seemed to be greatly insulted. He raised his sword and rushed towards Roger with a roar. In this action, he gathered all the strength of his body. When he rushed to Roger, he threw the sword in his hand. Roger's sword missed and cut directly from Miguel's shoulder to his chest.
But the flying sword was filled with fighting spirit, and it plunged into a crystal car carrying a pneumatic cannon not far away. The long sword hit a 120mm pneumatic cannon, and the fighting spirit attached to the sword detonated the shells carried in the car, directly blowing the entire crystal car and the pneumatic cannon into a ball of fire, and also blew away more than a dozen soldiers around.
“This… This is the honor of the Black Guard: Even if we die… we must bite the enemy.” Miguel said in a hissing voice, and then he closed his eyes and died with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Aren't they all criminals and villains?" Xiao Mu asked, "This is quite different from the behavior of the human villains I know."
Roger pulled out the Thunderscar Sword from Miguel's body. "Perhaps it's because they have no honor left, so they value the remaining honor so much."
At the same time, the low- and mid-level fighters surrounded by three melee platoons were also in a desperate situation. The low-level fighters were almost vulnerable to the combat team. Except for the three who surrendered, they were quickly killed. Although the mid-level fighters were able to cause casualties to the Chinese, they could not withstand the siege of many people and fell one after another. Just like the drowned person struggling in the sea, he will eventually be swallowed by the sea.
Garriott, who was fighting Master Gabriel, suddenly found that the surroundings had become quiet. He glanced at the battlefield and found that he was the only one fighting. Before he rushed out, he never thought that he would be defeated so miserably. Several scales on his body had been chopped off by Gabriel, and these places became his fatal weaknesses. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be the next to fall.
He used his arm to block the opponent's long sword and exhaled again. Then he ran back without looking back. Gabriel dodged his breath and was about to fly over to chase him, but he saw him activate his teleportation ring and disappear on the battlefield.