Realm of Power

Seeing their heavy infantry followers being massacred by the Samours, the Golden Fleece knights behind them could no longer sit still, and the entire queue began to move forward slowly.

I saw the Golden Fleece Heavy Knights not far away starting to move,

The Samoan siege infantry gave up the pursuit and began to retreat quickly. The Samoan black shield wall disappeared into the Samoan army formation in the distance like a slowly falling tide.

"The First Battalion of the Golden Fleece assaults! The target is the main formation of the Chinese army of the Samoers!"

Isahka pulled out his knight sword, gritted his teeth and shouted,

The sudden defeat of the Wings of the Golden Fleece just now was like a loud slap on the face of the proud Isahka, which made him so angry that he no longer cared about the cleverness of the Samor people and began to issue an attack order for the Knights.

I heard three melodious trombones coming from the main formation behind me.

The 500 Golden Fleece Knights standing at the front of the queue began to accelerate slowly. The heavy armor on their bodies made a metallic sound on the undulating horseback, like a magnificent steel city wall heading towards Satsuma on the plain. People are coming

Even an excellent Supor war horse cannot run quickly when carrying 500 kilograms on its back. It often requires a short distance to start running.

As the Golden Fleece Knight ran faster and faster, the entire ground trembled in front of this terrifying steel beast. The heavy sound of horse hooves was like rolling thunder in the winter night. The mighty and majestic momentum would crush even a giant dragon in front of it. fragments

The Samoers on the plain seemed to be shocked by this grand scene. The spearmen and shield soldiers lined up outside the main formation of the Chinese army broke away from the formation, turned around and ran towards the carriage barrier in front of the Chinese army's camp.

Behind the carriage barrier of the Chinese army camp were three rows of Satsuma crossbowmen. They were crawling on the ground, half-crouching, and standing with their crossbows held flat. They stared intently at the approaching knights attacking the formation.

You only have one chance, so instead of using an imprecise fan attack, it’s better to focus on it and hit it in front to determine the outcome.

"Steady, steady! No one is allowed to shoot until the enemy is within fifty meters!"

The first wave of attacks from the Golden Fleece Knights was getting closer and closer. The ground beneath the crossbowmen's feet was shaking. The squadron leader next to the Satsuma crossbowman waved his arms and shouted excitedly.

Facing a group of steel giants charging at high speed, anyone will have lingering fears. The hands of the crossbowmen holding the crossbows shook uncontrollably, their wide-open eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and their lips turned white from nervousness.

A hot wind was squeezed and blew from the opposite side. The forward queue of the Golden Fleece Knights had already rushed 100 meters in front of the Chinese army barrier. The whole air seemed dull and solemn.

"The second brigade of the Golden Fleece Knights advances! Completely overwhelm the Samor army!"

Seeing his forward effortlessly rushing towards the front of the Samor's central army, Isahka in the main formation finally showed a rare smile.

As the order was issued, the 1,000 Golden Fleece Knights in the back row also began to move slowly.

This is a tactic that Isahka stole from the Knights of Rendian.

When the first wave of forwards rushes into the enemy camp and encounters stubborn resistance from the enemy, the subsequent second wave of knights will be like a heavy blow, completely crushing the enemy's last vestige of will to resist.

In front of the Samoa Central Army formation, the sky is filled with dust. The first wave of 500 knights attacked by the Golden Fleece Knights are about to rush into the 50-meter effective shooting area.

A strange phenomenon occurred. The horses of the dozen or so Golden Fleece Knights running at the front suddenly skidded, making a painful hissing sound, and their front hooves and knees bent.

The war horse suddenly stopped, causing the Golden Fleece Knight on the horse to be thrown from the horse, draw an arc, and hit the ground heavily. He lay on the ground in a splayed position and could not get up for a long time.

"Shoot!" The Samoans seized this opportunity and shouted with the captain in the crossbow hand.

Behind the Chinese army barrier, 1,000 crossbowmen lined up in upper, middle and lower shooting postures simultaneously pressed down their crossbows.

Countless crossbow arrows pierced the air, like heavy rain on the plains, shooting at the chaotic Golden Fleece Knights.

The crossbow arrows penetrated the steel plate breastplates of the Golden Fleece Knights. For a moment, in front of the Samoer Army, people fell on their backs and smoke billowed. None of the Golden Fleece Knights at the front were spared, and they were all shot into hedgehogs.

"Hurry up, the first team immediately retreats and reloads arrows, and the second team speeds up!"

The captain of the Samoer Crossbow Squadron shouted to the back, and immediately a row of crossbowmen with loaded crossbows rushed up from behind to take over the position of the row in front.

The second rain of arrows immediately shot out, and dozens more Golden Fleece Knights rolled down from their horses.

Seeing his comrade in front fall off his horse, the Golden Fleece knight behind him not only did not retreat, but relied on his superb riding skills to jump up on his horse, pass over his fallen comrade in front, and continue to charge towards the Samor people despite the rain of arrows.

But something strange happened again. The Supor horses, which were well-trained and would not flinch even in the face of arrows and swords, suddenly neighed in pain as if they were under a spell, and then rolled to the ground.

The Samor people's 50-meter radius was like a death zone for the Golden Fleece Knight. Although the Golden Fleece Knight launched wave after wave of attacks without fear of death, they still could not reach the first 30 meters.

The crossbowmen behind the ramparts of the Samoan Army were constantly rotating, and the crossbow arrows were fired in waves. Such close range shots could not be sustained by the Golden Fleece Knight even in heavy armor.

Many Golden Fleece knights abandoned their poorly performing horses and jumped off their horses with large shields in hand, fighting as heavy infantrymen.

Soon, the Golden Fleece Knight on the ground discovered the trick of war horse screaming,

It turned out that the ground within fifty meters in front of the Satsuma Army was densely scattered with small and sharp triangular iron thorns. His own war horse was painfully stabbed by such small things.

Because the Samoir spearmen who retreated in a hurry before the battle used their bodies to cover this glaring area tightly, the charging Golden Fleece Knights did not notice this special anomaly.

"Damn Samaritan bumpkin!"

The knights of the Golden Fleece cursed the insidious and cunning Samours on the opposite side, and used the knight shields in their hands to form a shield wall to resist the crossbow arrows fired by the opposite side. Their feet kept sweeping left and right, kicking away the triangular iron spikes on the ground, clearing the way for the large army that was about to charge behind. clear obstacles

The rumble of horse hooves sounded rapidly from behind. The 1,000 main knights of the Golden Fleece Knights quickly approached the Samoer army formation. The three-meter long spears in their hands were already raised, just waiting for the moment to crush the Samoer people's defense.

The first wave of Golden Fleece Knights who forcibly cleared the road cleared the way for the main force coming behind them.

, otherwise the following knights will trample themselves into pieces.

"Sir, what should I do? It seems that all our spurs have been cleared by those damn knights! At least 1,000 people came up this time. It seems that the old man Isahika is desperate. Our barriers can't stop 1,000 people. The impact of these 1,000 heavy knights! Once the barrier is broken, our entire military formation will be torn into pieces by these 1,000 knights."

Crolissart looked at the second wave of Golden Fleece Knights approaching quickly not far away, and asked anxiously.

"Why are you panicking! Have you forgotten the things I asked you to carry specially from Samor? Those good things are prepared for this moment. Heavy knights are very strong, but this is what fighting depends on. It's not about who is brave. win!"

The fat man pointed his finger at his head with a dissatisfied look on his face and said disapprovingly.

"Let those babies out. Since it's a decisive battle, we must fight to the death. It's time for those baby bumps to come out and show their faces!"

Following the fat man's order, ten huge vehicles covered with cloth, pushed by dozens of Samoer soldiers, slowly arrived behind the Samoer barrier.

The curtains covering the outside were lifted, revealing a dozen black iron pipes. Underneath the iron pipes was a four-wheeled carriage filled with large wooden barrels. There were ten carriages with a total of more than a hundred black iron pipes, so dark. Facing the main force of 1,000 Golden Fleece Knights who are about to rush 50 meters in front.

"What is it? What the hell is this fat guy doing!"

Standing on the hill, Issahka was stunned. The sudden appearance of the strange iron pipe made Issahka shudder.

The "surprises" brought to him by Fatty Summer were enough,

"What's it this time?"

Isahka is looking forward to the moment when she catches that fat Samour who likes to play tricks.

"We must use an ax to break open the head of Fatty Summer and see what's inside!"

However, facts have proven many times that anger is often the hobby of the weak.

Just as the Golden Fleece Knight was about to step onto the Samor Barrier, hundreds of thick flames shot out from the dark iron pipes behind the barrier.

Hundreds of Golden Fleece knights, including men and horses, were sprayed. Their whole bodies were immediately surrounded by blazing fire. They rolled miserably on the ground and were roasted into charcoal by the fire. Their bodies were dark and bent, and the air was filled with human flesh. The burning smell,

Croissant, who was standing next to the flame car and conducting the command, was dumbfounded when she saw the scene in front of her. A smell of burning meat came, and Croissant bent over in disgust and only vomited.

"I knew that the damn fat guy had no good intentions and actually arranged for me to do this. This is so perverted! If I had known it was so disgusting, I would have stayed away!"

The Golden Fleece Knights who were still behind and wanted to move forward immediately broke up, like frightened deer, no longer caring about the formation or formation, they spread their legs and ran towards the hills behind them. No matter how powerful a warrior is, he cannot help but be afraid in the face of burning fire.

The Samours took the opportunity to launch a general charge. The 20,000 troops were like a big net on the plain, surrounding the hill where Isahka stood.

"The one who captures Marquis Isahka alive will be rewarded with 100 gold coins, and the one who offers the head of Isahka will be rewarded with 1,000 gold coins!"

Isahka, who was standing on the hill, looked at the Samoan soldiers rushing over the mountains and fields with a sad and indignant expression. He heard the shouts of the Samoan people in his ears, and almost lost his breath.

"You damn fat man, you're not trying to let me live!"