The spears and spears crossed together, then stopped each other at a distance of 5 meters, and pierced fiercely.
Wooden poles slapped each other, spearheads collided with spearheads, sawdust flew horizontally, blood flowed, and screams could not be stopped. The injured fell to the ground and wailed, their lives dying.
They are all long pole weapons, and there is actually not much difference between them, or even no difference.
Just the nouns are different.
But the Rhodoks' spears were more than just a point.
Instead, the 30cm sharp spear point is down, and it is wrapped with a nearly half-meter-long iron sheet on the gun shaft. Not to mention colliding with each other, even if it is chopped with a sharp knife, it cannot be cut off with one blow!
Compared with the equipment in the hands of the pikemen trained by the militia in Fort Aviles, it is much, much better!
Because the spear in the spearman's hand really has only one spear head inserted into the wooden handle!
Bumping back and forth.
The gun heads were knocked down by the spears one after another.
Even if he was stabbed fiercely by the pikemen, he was blocked by the broad shield.
On the contrary, just above the gap and above the broad shield, the spears pierced out like poisonous snakes. Although the number was small, they were extremely strange and cunning.
Blood spattered, and the spearmen in the front row fell down one after another.
And Rhodok senior spearmen.
Then someone just gets hurt.
Then he was replaced by teammates from behind, filling the gap.
The two sides crushed each other, and in the end it was not the superiority in numbers, the nearly 5,000 dark red sect spearmen, but the mere 1,000 senior Rhodok spearmen!
Even in this phalanx.
Sergeant Rhodok holding a heavy machete like a halberd is even more powerful.
They didn't carry out traditional stabbing at all, but talked about their own heavy-duty machetes, letting the sharp blades cut off the stabbing spears directly, even the spear heads were chopped off, which was a destructive style of fighting at all. .
Cooperate with the veteran Rhodok crossbowmen and Ravenston rangers who have retreated to the two wings.
More and more dark red sect pikemen are falling.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger.
Even those desert robbers didn't need to continue throwing short javelins, and even pulled out their scimitars ferociously, rushing into the back or sideways of those long spear phalanx, slashing and killing wantonly like a lion rushing into a flock of sheep.
The low morale of the spear phalanx is like a broken house with air leaks everywhere, which can only barely fill in the defense.
Passively accept the sideways harassment and frontal pressure of Kant's troops.
For Kant it was easy.
Because his real main force has not yet been used, the 500 Mamluks and 1,500 Salander riders are still by his side, quietly watching the infantry in front of them fight into chaos, maintaining a deterrent with an absolutely calm formation.
Just ahead, Gibran and his more than 1,000 knight attendants have not yet made a move.
The so-called high-level arms did not make a move either.
Conventional combat.
Kant's troops had a slight advantage, and they were fighting against the spearmen of the Dark Red Sect.
But those real main forces, such as cavalry, have not yet been in contact with, those great knights with extraordinary power, and even the terrifying knights who have comprehended the power of demons, have not yet entered the battlefield.
That's why Kant didn't take the lead, he waited.
Waiting for Viscount Gibran's hole card.
Because as time went by, the spearmen of the Dark Red Sect kept falling.
Some people were even breaking up, but the fanatics in the rear and the knights on the left, as if they didn't see it, were still watching indifferently.
It was clear that they were watching these pikemen go to their deaths!
The killing continues.
The desert bandits have completely penetrated the restless pikemen.
Just relying on these light cavalry, with simple spears and scimitars in their hands, they cut bloody paths abruptly, and in the shortest time, completely defeated the pikemen phalanx into three to five pieces. appearance.
The dead and wounded were everywhere, and the corpses of those pikemen were trampled under the hooves of the horses.
Of course, hundreds of desert robbers fell on the path of fighting.
Even Bestur's shoulder was slightly injured.
"kill!"
However, they still fought ferociously and completely broke up the dense phalanx of pikemen.
And on the frontal battlefield, Rhodok Sergeant cooperated with Rhodok's senior spearmen, and the dense arrow rain covered them, and finally forcibly defeated these dark red sect's spearmen on the ground.
There were many dead and wounded, but the pikemen of the Dark Red Sect, whose morale had collapsed, began to flee in all directions.
But then it was still the same.
The fanatics in black robes acted as the supervising team and slaughtered nearly 3500+ dark red sect pikemen who had fled. Those pikemen with low morale didn't even know how to resist, and their heads were chopped off one by one by the long sword .
There are corpses everywhere, the strong smell of blood is everywhere, and the resentment that appears due to unwillingness is everywhere.
Behind Kant, more than 50 figures quietly appeared.
Each wears a black or gray robe.
Holding a wooden staff in his hand.
The top is inlaid with delicate gemstones of various colors.
When the hood was pulled back, among the large number of young faces, there were also many middle-aged faces.
All of them looked at the scene in front of them solemnly, and raised their staffs one by one, releasing soothing mental fluctuations, which spread throughout the entire army, causing the soldiers to gradually shrink back and return to the state of battle formation.
They are the mage apprentices and mages from the Ernfas Empire!
"How is it?" Kant asked.
"Don't be careless, be careful."
A mage captain spoke with a solemn expression: "This sacrifice is extremely grand, and thousands of people's blood and lives are used to sacrifice the abyss demon lord. It is estimated that after he appears, he will be stronger than the one we met in the ancient passageway. !"
"Yeah." Kant nodded, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "That's almost it?"
"almost."
The mage captain nodded.
But I still reminded: "It is not ruled out that there are other variables. For example, the accompanying demon troops will definitely be more than what we encountered in the ancient passage last time, and the types are estimated to be stronger."
"That's pretty much what I thought." Kant nodded.
He was not surprised.
Instead, he nodded slightly: "Then let's start."
Waving forward, the desert bandits who were still entrenched backwards continued to charge forward instead, launching a new attack on the troops that had been shrouded in a thick blood fog and fell into the middle of the slaughterhouse one by one.
However, he did not dare to continue charging, and still used the short javelin to throw.
A whoosh sound appeared.
Menhen also appeared, it seems that the effect of the short javelin is still good.
Many fanatics and those fanatic knights were crucified to death with short javelins, but there was also a sound that didn't sound like a human being, but howled like a beast!
(end of this chapter)