To Four Thousand Years Later

The flames blazed into the sky, and the rumbling noise was like a punishment from heaven. The original grenade wrapped in leather exploded the moment it hit the ground. Metal fragments and sharp gravel were stained with flames and flew out like a torrential rain.

The first to bear the brunt are those infantry who are closest to the explosion point and have only simple protection.

Burning fire and blood-stained fragments penetrated their bodies in an instant. Their legs were almost torn to pieces by the metal storm, and many iron nails, rusty iron pieces, and sharp stone pieces were directly inserted into their bones, and even broke the bones. And those fragments that were not intercepted by the bones still had some strength to continue flying forward. A cavalier next to Heiluhou—he remembered that he was a good young man. He is not an aristocrat, but he has excellent swordsmanship, strong body, and military exploits, so he got his horse and stolen armor. Hei Luhou was confident that if he could enter the frontal battlefield, he could at least cut off the heads of three Franks. But those fragments easily penetrated through one layer of robber armor, but failed to penetrate the second layer of robber armor, so they stayed in his body directly.

This tough guy who had been pierced by a sword in his hand and didn't cry, rolled off the horse and lay on the ground, uttering a scream that Black Deer Housheng had never heard before. His face was slapped by the fragments because of the pain, and his eyes were also blinded. The hot fragments wrapped in blood were directly stuck on the horse's face. Let his horse go crazy in an instant, and ran straight to the king, knocking down several people in one breath. Hei Luhou felt his mind go blank.

If it wasn't for this unlucky cavalry standing in front of him, he should be the one lying on the ground crying.

Only three or four seconds later, the second batch of stone bullets fell from the other side again. This time, it was the same five pieces as before, and the wails exploded in the chaotic crowd as before, and the wailing sounded into pieces. People were in a mess, and the horses were startled by the loud noise. At least one-third of the people were knocked down and killed by their own people and horses.

Hei Luhou didn't know what he should do, let alone what else he could do. He just stood there stupidly, watching the black and red blood spill from the soldiers' bodies. Intertwined on the ground like a spider's web. His mind was blank, and he looked around in a daze. The sight of living **** took his breath away. His mind was buzzing, and there seemed to be a pair of small magic lights screaming in his ears, making him unable to hear anything clearly.

He looked at the herald beside him, pushing his shoulder hard, and yelled at Zi 2 anxiously. But his yelling was barely audible above the noise in his ears and the wailing of the soldiers.

Hei Luhou glared at him, and the standard bearer also shouted loudly.

At this moment, Rusa under him suddenly slammed. Make a clear hissing sound. At that moment, the marquis' hearing recovered.

...Let's go! Can't wait any longer! The voice of the herald flooded into his brain at the same time as the screams, which almost gave the Marquis a headache: "This place is too narrow! We will be beaten to death!"

"How do we go. Where?'

Hei Luhou also roared and asked. The moment he spoke, he felt that his throat seemed to be hoarse and trembling with fear. No matter how hard he shouted, he could only make a whisper-like sound.

But his herald seemed to hear clearly, and rode beside the marquis on his white horse.

"On the slope! On the slope, my lord!"

"We're going to rush over and get closer!"

right. you're right! "

The Black Deer Marquis took a deep breath, and immediately became much more stable. He waved his right hand wildly, and repeated in a high-field and quivering voice: "This **** thing is actually no different from a trebuchet! There is no difference... let's charge up! Send the order! Charge to the high ground! He realized that The dreaded weapon can no longer work against them as long as the distance is close. So the best course of action is not to run away... but to keep going. Go. Go until the sword smashes the browbone of the enemy, until the damned head until the enemy is chopped up and completely shut - and then they have to capture this weapon again!

The Marquis comforted himself by thinking wildly, trying to quickly pass through the canyon and climb up the **** from the other side.

But his soldiers are not as powerful as him.

Some followed him and continued to charge forward, while some timidly tried to retreat, some circled in place not knowing what to do, and some were still trying to control their frightened mounts.

"Ten crosses?"

Heiluhou galloped on his horse and asked loudly to the herald.

His herald also shouted: "Ten! Five to the east and six to the west!"

"Then I'll go to the west. Hei Luhou shouted Ruo. He led about two or two hundred people and rushed through the canyon smoothly. The other soldiers stayed behind for the time being. They didn't enter the canyon...to reduce losses.

The Marquis was on guard against the Franks to continue running along the way. But obviously, their catapults that shoot fire bombs also have to be reloaded slowly.

If this is also an Egyptian-style trebuchet, it will take close to one minute to reload at full speed-enough!

He was actually very worried that Roland would lead an army to encircle him at this time. But what reassures him is that until he circles around. Kamikochi did not see that Roland's army was about to turn around and attack. So Hei Hou suddenly had confidence. If he can win hand-to-hand combat, he has the confidence and preparation of a Gothic soldier to fight two.

"Full charge!

He drew out his sword and strode forward towards the slope. But all in all, it is a big profit to capture ten Egyptian-style trebuchets and these magical ammunition this time... However, just as Heilu Hou climbed the hillside, squinting his eyes to see clearly the Frankish army under the sun. When it came to what to do, he couldn't help hesitating. Just as he thought. There are not many people in the French army on the slope. Except for the six huge catapults, he only saw thirty or forty strange chariots lined up.

There are several boxes on each chariot, and the boxes are full of dense holes. Behind the wooden box are several soldiers holding high torches.

It's far less than a few hundred people, and it's less than three digits. Is that a cover to protect the cavalry charge? Then why don't they... hold swords? Such hesitation arose in Heihou's heart. He raised his head and looked at the general in the center of the opponent's army.

It was an unusually tall and mighty warrior. His short blond hair like a lion's mane fell on his shoulders, his arms were broad and his face was square.

wait, those eyes are...

There was a muffled sound, the limbs became cold, the whole world gradually moved away, and the whole person froze on the horse. If it weren't for his Marusa being spiritual enough. This was enough for him to slip off his horse and be trampled to death by the soldiers behind him. But his luck lasted only for a moment. Following Ruo Sa's desperate neighing, the lion-like general swung his right hand down and reprimanded him.

"ignition!

Facing the charge of the knights, countless fire snakes swept over and swallowed them instantly.

From this moment on, the war is over. The age of knights is also over.