Black Iron Crown

The crossbowman's two rounds of shooting caused nearly a hundred losses to the enemy army, which was really nothing compared to their thousands of troops, but Leiner was very satisfied.

Because he had already seen that the front row of the Klade people began to become sparse, not because of the shooting of crossbow arrows, which made the number of opponents less, but because they were afraid of death, and some people began to shrink back.

The good thing about Reiner is this effect, let the long-range troops wear down the morale of the enemy troops, and when they arrive in front of their melee infantry in panic, their fear will instantly turn into despair under the attack of the sergeants, and they will collapse get away.

It doesn't need much, as long as there are one or two hundred people collapsed because of such emotions, they will affect the entire queue of the opponent, causing chaos in the team, not to mention, fear is contagious, as long as someone initiates this, there will be immediately More people broke the string in their hearts, and they collapsed together.

"One hundred meters!"

"Archers shoot!"

Leiner drew out the long sword at his waist, raised it and gave a loud order: "The sergeants in front stand firm! The Golden Lion Guard go to the front row and kill the scattered enemies!"

Although the sergeants were equipped with long swords, if the enemy soldiers were lucky enough not to be killed by the long spears and rushed in front of them, it would be difficult for them to quickly draw out their long swords to fight back.

Upon receiving the order, the Golden Lion Guard immediately walked to the front of the sergeants with the huge battle ax in their hands and crouched down. Seeing this scene, Leiner couldn't help shaking his head. It seems that special sword and shield infantry must be equipped...

The Golden Lion Guard is obviously not suitable for this task. If they stand up, their tall bodies will hinder the combat of the sergeants, but if they don't stand up, it will be difficult for them to exert their combat effectiveness.

If there is a group of hand-to-hand infantry with large shields and long swords at the forefront, the situation will definitely improve a lot.

The archers and crossbowmen continued to shoot, and at least four to five hundred arrows and crossbow bolts had been fired up to now. The blood of the Klad people was scattered everywhere, and the casualties were extremely heavy.

"Hurry up! The enemy is right in front of us! Go up and kill them!" The tribal leaders were also red-eyed by such casualties, dancing and shouting loudly.

And the ordinary soldiers below are concerned and somewhat stagnant, one by one comrades in arms are by their side, they can even feel the warm feeling of blood splashed on their bodies when they are shot by arrows and crossbows .

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle! Anyone who is afraid of me at this time will kill him! His family will die too!" A leader shouted loudly, and in return he used the iron sword in his hand to kill a nearby The head of the Crade who was yelling and screaming was chopped off.

A head fell to the ground and rolled around, and the body without the head spurted blood crazily, and then fell to the ground, staining the originally white snow red.

Under the threat of death, the soldiers finally plucked up their courage and waved their wooden spears, bone sticks, or stone hammers and charged towards the sergeant's neat formation like a jungle of steel.

"Block! Block me! Don't be afraid! The Earl's knights are about to charge!" The vassals lined up by Leiner also started hand-to-hand combat with the Duklads in front of them.

In order to prevent too many enemy troops from encircling his own side directly, Reiner asked the lords to act as flanks.

Now they're on horses wielding swords,

The hoarse voice boosted morale, and he said inspiring words, hoping to raise the soldiers' fighting spirit.

"Stab!" Sir Leyland, wearing heavy armor all over his body, stood behind the Moreland sergeants on foot, waving his long sword and shouting loudly.

He is handy in commanding the sergeants, because this is his own country's arms, and he can exert a strong combat effectiveness under his command.

After hearing the order, the sergeants in the first row immediately sent out the city wall in their hands, and then the sergeants in the second row also stabbed their spears, followed by the third and fourth rows.

In just a short moment, as soon as the two sides came into contact, the Klade people suffered heavy losses. With the help of their running strength, the sergeants easily sent the city wall in their hands into the opponent's body.

Blood and wailing became the keynote on the battlefield at this moment, the original snow-white ground instantly turned red, and the soldiers' city walls easily pierced through the enemy's body, and then pulled out to kill the next enemy.

After the first row is the second row. The city wall in the hands of the sergeants will never stop stabbing forward, and what the Klade people will always face is endless sharp spear points.

"Hold on! Everyone, hold on! Just like you did during training! Show me the majesty of the Morland army!" Sir Leyland hurried to the two wings after giving the sergeants a rough order. On the other side of the armed soldiers, cheer them up loudly.

Because of his hard training and very good results, Kerim was very honored to be the vanguard of the queue. He was stabbing desperately with a four-meter-long spear in his hand.

Although his hands trembled a little due to the rapid secretion of adrenal glands, this did not affect his bravery in fighting the enemy. After several actual combats with real swords and guns, he was no longer afraid of the battlefield. Now only Leyland was left in his mind. The jazz and the captain shouted to themselves during practice.

"Stab! Take back the gun! Stab again!"

At this time, Kerim stabbed and retracted the gun almost mechanically. In his eyes, those hysterically loud and crazy enemies in the corners of his eyes looked like scarecrows on the training ground. His mission was to stab the spear into the opponent's body. That's all.

At this time, the soldiers under the command of the vassals were also arranged in a square formation, holding long swords or spears and engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat with the Klads. Because of their physical fitness, they were ahead of the opponent, and the weapons and armor on their hands were also better than those of the Klads. Strong people, coupled with the effect of formation, their battle is also smooth.

The Kraders brandished the physics in their hands and tried desperately to rush up to kill the Merland army, but the sergeant's spears were like a steel defense line, and they couldn't break through no matter what.

"Haha! Go to hell with me!" A short Klad man was lucky enough not to be killed by the sergeant's city wall by virtue of his short stature and agility, and entered the blind spot of the spear.

He thought he had succeeded, and looked at the sergeant in front of him with a smirk. The sergeant also spotted him, but he didn't make any movement or remained silent, and continued to perform his duties with a spear in his face without changing his expression.

The Klade was furious, raised the stone hammer in his hand and slammed it on the head of a sergeant.

With a "bang", the stone hammer hit the sergeant's helmet, causing him to stagger, and at the same time a dent appeared on the helmet.

However, even though the stone hammer hit his head fiercely, his figure was still steady, and he resumed his standing posture after shaking his head.

The Klade yelled and wanted to make another hammer, but then he found that his body had left the ground and flew into the air, and then there was a heart-piercing pain in his chest, and his eyes went black. When it fell to the ground, it ceased to live.

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