Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 112 The Killing God on the Battlefield

  The dragon's battle cry has an immediate effect on the mental attack of ordinary soldiers. Because Baron's main force is far away from Smaug, they are less affected by the dragon's roar. Baron Rainer's troops were less than a hundred steps away from Smaug, and their entire spear formation was stopped by Smaug's roar.

The dragon's roar was like an invisible heavy hammer, hitting every soldier's heart heavily. It was a kind of trembling from the depths of the soul. All the soldiers in the spear formation couldn't help showing a look of fear, and their steps were involuntary. He stopped, and the hand holding the spear began to tremble uncontrollably, and the formation gradually became chaotic.

  The war horse under Leiner's crotch was frightened by the dragon's roar, let out a frightened scream, and raised its two front hooves violently. Leiner, who was on his back, was caught off guard and fell heavily on the grass from the horseback.

   "Daisy!" Reiner quickly got up from the ground and called out the name of his beloved horse. But the war horse seemed to have lost its mind, and ran away like a U-turn.

  Reiner chased after two steps, but how could his two legs run faster than four legs, Daisy had already run far away in the blink of an eye. At this time, he suddenly heard a majestic shout from behind.

   "Attack!"

  Reiner turned around in panic, and saw that the highlanders on the opposite side leaned towards them on their own initiative.

  He was a little stunned. The troops on the opposite side were only half of his own, and he dared to take the initiative to attack. Are these highlanders crazy?

  At this time, he couldn't care less about chasing his beloved horse. Leiner hurried to the side of the army formation, and seeing the deformation of the spear formation, he shouted anxiously: "Keep the formation! Raise the spears!"

  But the soldiers were all terrified by the dragon roar just now. Seeing the highlanders approaching aggressively, not only could they not move forward, some soldiers even started to back away in fear.

  The iron guards held heavy square shields, like a wall of shields, slowly approaching Leiner's spear array. The highlanders have a big stride, and they walk very fast, but they still maintain good formation as they advance.

  In stark contrast to the panicked soldiers on the opposite side, each iron guard is silent like a rock, and all the iron guards gather together, like a silent mountain, giving people an unshakable sense of oppression.

   At this time, Baron in the rear ordered the archers to move forward to provide fire support for Reiner's spear array, and consume a wave of enemies before the two sides formally contacted.

  A hundred archers stepped forward, forming three rows in the open space between the two camps, "Get ready, shoot!" Following the officer's loud order, the archer phalanx released a salvo.

  A dense rain of arrows soared into the sky, drawing a parabola in mid-air, passing over the head of the Leiner phalanx, and shooting towards the advancing Iron Guard troops.

  Robin walked in front of the iron guards. He looked up and saw the rain of arrows falling, and immediately ordered loudly: "Raise the shield!"

  The iron guards in the second row raised their square shields one after another, like a big hat, covering themselves and the iron guards in the front row. Immediately, arrow arrays fell from the sky, hitting the square shield like raindrops, but they couldn't cause any damage to the iron guards.

  Although Robin doesn't have a shield, with his extraordinary force value, no arrows can get close to him. He spun the big sword with both hands on top of his head, like a whizzing propeller, all the arrows flying over were swept in half by the big sword.

  After a round of arrow rain, there was no one injured on Robin's side.

Baron was riding on the horse, showing an unbelievable expression. He had never encountered such an incredible situation in previous wars. Usually after releasing a wave of arrows, even if the enemy's defenses were well done, there would always be A few unlucky ones were hit by arrows.

  As soon as the rain of arrows from Baron's side landed, the half-elf archers launched a counterattack.

  Luke stood in the middle of the two archers' phalanx, pulled his neck and ordered loudly: "Get ready—"

  The half-elves bent their bows and set their arrows one after another, with the arrows pointing slightly forward. To them, this set of movements was like drinking water and eating, and it had become an instinct of the body. The half-elves looked terrified one by one, they focused on the target in front of them, and everyone's eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

"put!"

  Following an order, sixty half-elf archers released their bowstrings at the same time, moving neatly like one person. There was a sound of bowstring tremor, and sixty feathered arrows flew into the sky.

  Two half-elven phalanxes of thirty people, one aimed at Leiner's spearmen unit, and the other aimed at the archer unit on the opposite side.

  Sixty arrows were shot together, and then immediately parted ways in mid-air. Because the enemy's two troops are at different distances, the spearmen are in the front and the archers are in the back, so the flight trajectories of the two waves of arrow rain are also different.

  The flight trajectory of the arrows flying towards the spearmen is flatter, because the half-elves are located on a higher terrain, so they are almost direct. The trajectory of the arrows flying towards the archer troops was even higher. The arrows crossed the heads of the iron guards and the spearmen in mid-air, and then fell down, like a soothing parabola.

  The arrows shot at the phalanx of spearmen landed first.

  These spearmen had half-shields tied to their left arms. Before the arrows hit the ground, Leiner hurriedly shouted, "Raise the shield! Raise the shield!" The spearmen hurriedly raised their shields.

These shields did play a role, but half-body shields couldn't protect the whole body, and many soldiers reacted a little slower, so there were still quite a few unlucky ones who fell to the ground with arrows in their chests or thighs. Arrows, and arrows in the back of the foot.

  Most of the soldiers hit by the arrow did not die immediately, but they also lost their combat effectiveness. They fell to the ground, groaning in pain. The spearmen, who were already pale from the fear of the dragon's roar, heard the wailing of other soldiers, and their morale, which was already extremely low, suddenly showed signs of collapse, and more soldiers began to retreat in fear.

  After the rain of arrows aimed at the spearmen fell, the rain of arrows aimed at the enemy archers also fell.

These archers didn't have shields, and their bodies were directly exposed to the rain of arrows, and they were thrown down immediately. None of the thirty arrows was wasted, and each of them brought down an enemy. The phalanx of Wind Castle archers A blank area immediately appeared in the middle.

  Baron showed a look of astonishment on his face, and the situation exceeded his expectations. He purposely placed the archers a hundred paces away from the enemy. According to his judgment, the weak half-elf archers couldn't shoot at such a long distance.

how is this possible? Aren't half-elves a bunch of trash? Why can the half-elf under Robin shoot so far?

   There is also the group of highlanders. The highlanders are notoriously disobedient on the battlefield. Why do these highlanders behave so uniformly? How did Robin train them?

  One question after another hit Baron's brain. The actions of these highlanders and half-elves were completely beyond his expectations. He felt a sense of powerlessness gradually losing control, and couldn't help frowning angrily.

   And as a commander, Baron could tell at a glance that this group of highlanders and half-elves were absolutely elite troops, even more elite than the Windcastle troops he was so proud of.

  The army he had painstakingly cultivated was not as good as Robin's motley crew, which made Baron even more unacceptable. But he quickly found a balance for himself. He said to himself: War is not a competition of small troops. I have an absolute superiority in force. The winner of this war will still be me!

  Then, Baron immediately patted his horse forward and ordered the archers loudly: "Fight back! Shoot the enemy's half-elf troops, and shoot all those **** pointy ears to death!"

  As soon as Baron finished his order, the half-elf's second wave of arrows flew over. This time, all sixty feathered arrows were shot at the archers of Windcastle.

  Balon raised his head and saw the dense rain of arrows flying towards the sky in the distance. He couldn't help showing a terrified expression on his face, and said in his heart: The second wave of arrow rain is so fast!

At the same time on the ground, the iron guard led by Robin also launched a final sprint towards the spearman. The distance between the two sides was only 30 steps. With a big stride, he rushed to the spearman in the blink of an eye.

   "Hold up the spear!"

Baron Reiner shouted at the top of his lungs, watching the enemy charge up, obviously his side had the upper hand, but he couldn't help but feel afraid, the indomitable aura of the iron guard made Reiner's hand holding the sword control Can't help trembling slightly.

Although the spearmen showed fear on their faces, the long-term training had allowed them to develop muscle memory. At this time, they instinctively aimed their spears at the iron guards rushing forward, and tightly clenched the spear shafts with both hands. The spear in their hands can give them a little peace of mind.

  The sharp spears pointed forward, and the soldiers stood side by side, one by one, forming a wall of spears.

The battlefield is always one inch long and one inch strong. The four-meter-long spear greatly expands the attacking space of the soldiers. As long as the spearmen cooperate properly, they can almost defeat any enemy head-on. Even the cavalry dare not rush into the formation Strict spear array.

  However, the iron guards rushed forward resolutely, and launched an attack from the front.

As the military soul of the iron guards, Robin charged at the front with a big sword in both hands. He ran in heavy armor and made a "cracking" sound, as if a tin can was galloping, and every step he stepped on the ground It is a deep footprint.

  It is difficult for ordinary soldiers to walk with such heavy armor, but Robin still walks like flying, and his charging speed is comparable to that of a mad rhino!

  The spearmen standing in the first row saw such a madman rushing towards them, and all of them couldn't help backing away with blue faces. No one wanted to face such a seemingly invulnerable iron monster.

Robin rushed to the front of the spear array, swung his arms round, and slammed the big sword in his hand. There was a "bang bang bang", and the several spears in front of him were all smashed by the two-handed sword. broken.

   Several brave spearmen stepped forward from the queue and stabbed the spears in their hands at Robin. Three spears pierced Robin's chest at the same time. But Robin's armor was too thick. The three spears only rubbed three sparks on his chest, but they couldn't break through his armor at all.

   But the spearmen were not discouraged, and the three spearmen exerted their strength at the same time, trying to push Robin out with their spears. Even if you can't break through your armor, don't even think about getting close to us.

   But then, the spearmen were shocked to find that they seemed to have stabbed a spear on an iron mountain. Several people had exerted all their strength, but the iron monster didn't move at all!

  Under the visor, a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of Robin's mouth. He sank and took a step forward suddenly. After hearing a few "clicks", the three spears were broken by his body!

  The three spear-wielding soldiers were also thrown backwards by the tremendous force, hitting their companions behind them.

  Seeing this scene, all the spearmen in the front row were all stunned, and everyone showed terrified expressions. Breaking spears with flesh, is this something humans can do? This man is simply a monster!

  Then, Robin strode towards the enemy with big strides, sweeping forward with the big sword in both hands, a cold light flashed, and the four spearmen standing in front of him were immediately cut in half. Under the divine power endowed by the blood of the Titans, the armor on their bodies was like paper, hardly providing any effective protection.

  The upper bodies of the four people slid down from the lower body together, and then the lower body also fell on the grass. Hot blood and **** internal organs flowed out from the cross-section of the body.

The spearmen on both sides were all terrified. They had seen **** scenes on the battlefield, but at most it was broken arms and hands, bleeding intestines and blood. They had never seen such a violent scene, and they cut people up to the waist In two halves!

  Robin was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the enemy's phalanx, followed by a one-sided brutal massacre.

   Once the spearmen were approached, the four-meter-long spears became their weakness. Many spearmen had no choice but to drop their spears and took out the daggers on their waists to attack Robin.

   However, no matter what they took, it was useless, Robin was crushed by absolute power, his moves opened and closed, and his two-handed sword swung vigorously.

In order to maximize the power of the great sword, Robin kept sweeping through thousands of troops. Every time he swept out a sword, several spearmen would be cut in half, and countless soldiers fell at Robin's feet. The howls continued, and soon there was no man's land around Robin.

The enemy's blood poured Robin into a blood man, and his feet were full of soldiers who were cut in two. Because Robin's sword was too fast, some soldiers did not die on the spot, only the upper body remained, lying on the ground. Heart-piercing screams in a pool of blood.

  The surrounding soldiers didn't dare to step forward, and all backed away in fear. At this time, Robin was a devil from **** in their eyes!

  Robin's charging speed was too fast, his side had already started killing, and the iron guards behind him were late.

Even in the process of charging, the iron guards still maintained their formation, which was basically inconvenient. The steps taken by each iron guard were almost the same when they were running. The iron guards in the first row collided with the spearmen on the opposite side almost at the same time. Together.

  (end of this chapter)