It is indeed abnormal.
Instead of promptly arranging stop losses when his troops were hit, Gibran allowed the archers who were already low in morale to be slaughtered, causing a large number of people to flee.
They even let the dark red sect fanatics who were the supervising team strangle most of the fleeing archers on the spot.
If it is discussed.
Kant's troops killed less.
Most of the archers recruited by the Dark Red Sect were slaughtered by their own people.
There was blood and corpses all over the ground, and the strong smell of blood permeated the wind. The senior Rhodok crossbowman and the Ravenston ranger, who had stopped shooting more than 300 meters away, had some changes in their expressions.
They have never seen such crazy behavior, this is not like a war at all!
On the contrary, it resembles a strange sacrifice of a cult!
"That's what it feels like."
Gibran smiled.
Smelling the strong smell of blood in his nasal cavity, a throbbing from the depths of his soul made him feel as if he had fallen into an extreme comfort, which was even better than enjoying the beauty of a woman for the first time. Strong to come.
Especially the bloody smell mixed with resentment towards the living is like drinking a glass of ice water in the dog days.
He was so excited that he couldn't help shivering slightly.
Very excited!
Not only him, but the consciousness of the existence that was still stationed in his chest was equally excited.
Still urging him, let him continue, faster, bigger, the madness and cruelty, and the soul that implies resentment and resentment, are more delicious!
"Understood, my master, my supreme being."
Gibran grinned ferociously.
The red light in his eyes became more and more intense, and he raised his right hand, and slowly swung it forward: "Attack."
There were no redundant words, which represented his order. With the short horns of the messenger behind him, the troops, which were still anxious, slowly began to move.
This is the signal to attack, frontal attack.
The dark red sect pikemen with spears slowly stepped forward.
The dense forest of guns swayed, and the chain mail and iron-inlaid leather armor were closely arranged in formation, making a "clinking" sound when they collided with each other, but this sound reflected the gloomy and frightened faces of the group of soldiers.
The morale of this group of pikemen is extremely poor, and if they encounter a little difficulty, they will directly be on the verge of collapse.
Can be different from them.
Wearing black robes and holding long swords, round shields or hatchets, the fanatics walked firmly.
They were right behind these pikemen, under the protection of the dense gun forest, smelling the strong smell of blood, there was also a little red light in their eyes, which was very strange.
Including the knights on the left who were still on standby, but also rode their horses and started to move forward.
The horse is covered with a black robe.
He also wore a black robe over the chain mail on his body.
The hooded hood is black and red, but the weapons in his hands can be clearly found, the standard spear and long sword belonging to the Lion Principality, and the round shield hanging on the saddle.
The black hoods concealed their identities, but their identities were actually easy to guess.
It is the knight of the Lion Principality!
The most basic nobility.
And the knight servants behind him are actually the knights' servants.
The Dark Red Sect has completely infiltrated the East County Territory. Seeing that Viscount Gibran, who left the most glorious reputation, has been infiltrated into the head of the sect, one can understand that the aristocratic system of the East County Territory has long been riddled with scars. hole.
Now facing a strong enemy, he was even recruited by the Dark Red Sect and became his own army!
But they did not take the lead in the charge.
On the contrary, there were still those pikemen of the dark red sect, who continued to press down slowly with their pikes.
On the front of Kant's troops, the veteran Rhodok crossbowmen and the Ravenston rangers have resumed shooting, and the deadly steel crossbow bolts are fired in rows, interspersed with cone-headed arrows like beads.
The sound of "whoosh" could be heard endlessly, but the entire battlefield seemed strangely calm.
There was only a muffled grunt.
There are screams.
That was the wailing of the dark red sect pikemen being shot and injured by crossbowmen, or falling down in rows.
The distance between the two sides is still shortening. As the elite pikemen trained by Fort Aviles, the tenacity of this group of guys is still beyond Kant's imagination. Even though their morale is extremely low, they are still carrying out tactical attacks.
However, if you distinguish carefully, you can also see that the faint red light in the eyes of these pikemen began to appear.
A madness from the bottom of my heart began to pervade.
"Attack."
Kant didn't care at all.
He had a sense of normalcy about this battle, turned his head slightly and told Bestur: "Come and lead those desert robbers in Sarande, I want you to hunt them down like a hunt."
"Yes!" Bestur nodded, and quickly rode away: "It's very simple."
The desert robbers who had already dispersed acted instantly.
Bestur raised his whip and waved it.
The 2,000 desert robbers understood, and at the same time drew their short javelins backhand, kicked the horse's belly fiercely, and rushed towards the dark red sect's troops quickly with the instant galloping speed of the horse.
By means of throwing the sharp and heavy short javelin in his hand towards the front through inertia.
A heavier "whoosh" sound appeared in the space.
The short javelin crossed a distance of more than 20 meters.
But with ferocious strength, he instantly pierced through the seemingly solid chain mail and iron-inlaid leather armor, piercing through without any hindrance, turning that fragile human body into a pile of useless rotten flesh.
People are dead, without control, of course they are useless rotten meat!
Desert bandits are throwing shots.
Before the dark red sect pikemen and knight attendants could react, they were stabbed to death by short javelins thrown by the desert bandits whistling past like a gust of wind.
This is a common tactic used by the Kujit, using ranged weapons to harass the enemy.
Then there was a wave of heavy cavalry harvesting.
pity.
These Salanders can imitate the tactics of the Kujit.
However, it was impossible to complete the harvest of the Kugits, because the current main force is not the terrifying Kugit Lancers, but the Sarande riders and Mamluks, as well as the senior Rhodok spearmen. main force!
This is a double combination of infantry and cavalry, a complete unit with a strict combat system!
therefore.
The senior Rhodoks spearmen began to advance.
They raised their broad shields to form a low wall, and then leaned forward with the 4-meter-long spears in their hands.
Approaching the spearmen of the Dark Red Sect head-on is like a king to a king. They have no fear at all, because the Rhodoks are stones, as hard as steel, and extremely stubborn stones!
(end of this chapter)