Chapter 268 The Brutal War II

ps: I learned that eating peeled eggs and popcorn together will cause lead poisoning...

ps1: Fortunately, it was just mild. After vomiting toxins and having a sleep, I was almost healed...

ps2: Well, I'm in good shape recently, let's see if I can explode tomorrow...

A wise man, Keral, will make a mistake in his mind, and he forgot something...

In fact, this matter has been forgotten by him for a long time, and it is called a title.

Singing is indeed a very touching thing, especially when it is famous in the mainland and being sung by the people is a very superior thing.

But the influence of this kind of thing does exist.

Seeing the opponent rushing up with a crossbow arrow, Kailar knew that he had miscalculated.

A big miscalculation!

The other party just stood a shield wall, and the wooden shield wrapped in iron easily blocked the powerful crossbow's shooting. This is unscientific!

Obviously, yesterday's situation was completely because Kailar did not give them unscientific practice, and even close contact was not possible. How could they show unscientific?

If Keral used his strength to defeat the skill yesterday, then today it was the Roman heavy infantry who used his strength to defeat the skill today.

The shield wall strongly blocked the crossbow arrows and shot all the crossbow arrows that had been shot at his feet. Keral's face looked solemn, but he did not give the order to withdraw his troops. This was not a stubborn opinion that let the blood of Kamelo's warrior cover up his mistakes, but the withdrawal at this time, if you ask for a retreat, it will inevitably have a slight impact on the warriors leaving the city. This impact is not on the battle formation.

Now each of these soldiers has been trained for several months. In terms of their training volume, it is enough to crush modern special forces, but for military level, they are not even as good as ordinary military police. (The military police are mainly responsible for discipline and picketings and are not responsible for war.)

This influence will appear psychologically. With a way out, they will inevitably be confused. On this battlefield, they only need a little chaotic victory or defeat to be distinguished.

Never retreat!

The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road! The more you are, the more you need to stay steady. However, the only thing that makes Kailar feel relieved is that his six masters of the round table are all outside, and they can suppress their positions and remain calm when faced with danger at the least.

At this time, Beowulf was very conspicuous. He thought he could actually look at Shi Du and then hold back his feet, but no one rushed out. This alone made Kelar look at him with admiration.

The other five knights in the round table seemed even more calm. They just stood in front and looked at the enemy very steadily.

Keral is not a warrior, nor can he understand the strength and self-esteem of the Knights of the Round Table.

However, as leaders, they are firmly standing on the front line of war in this situation, which can greatly inspire and calm people's hearts.

Especially for recruits.

"Don't be afraid, John." The warrior next to him patted his shoulder and encouraged him quietly. There were crossbow arrows shooting at the enemy on it, which was very reassuring. Just like the Americans calling for air raids every time they were fighting outside, the whistling above their heads was really reassuring!

"I'm fine, Bill." His face looked a little ugly and showed a not-so-pretty bitter smile: "I'm fine." He held the dragon spear in his hand tightly. Although the weapon in his hand was sharp, it could not bring him any comfort. The other party rushed in murderous aura. Even though he had participated in two small-scale battles, he was still much more afraid of such a war. Unlike his ambitious friends, Bill has been thinking about accumulating merits since he entered the Red Leaf Guards, because the only thing he could do was to earn enough merit points for their family. Either become a general without fighting on the front line, or die in the battlefield to earn a generous contribution to welfare points. There is no second way.

Bill himself had the same idea, so he was nervous but a little eager to try. Instead, he...

I, a young nobleman who has received training since childhood, but I just feel that infantry is no worse than cavalry, has been afraid of knight training since I was a child.

John patted his face and then looked at the enemy with a firm look on his face.

Although I was still a little scared, the trembling between my legs had disappeared.

"Hmph. Is it interesting to scare the soldiers?" Beowulf bit a piece of licorice root and grabbed the chin full of stubble and smiled. He pulled out the dagger from his waist. He was holding a dragon spear with pure iron as thick as a baby forearm, and the dagger was naturally his ordinary configuration.

"Hey..." His muscles swelled, and he could even clearly see a raised piece of his armor. Keral couldn't understand the strength of their warriors from the perspective of a literati, just as if they could not understand the wisdom of a literati. "Ha!"

There was a thunderclap on the ground, like the silent lightning in yesterday, and no one could react today with the whistling alarm.

The sound of the drum "dongdong" stopped abruptly.

The four hundred meters distance passed in an instant, and the drummer who was broken by Beowulf's blow shocked everyone on both sides.

"This Beowulf..." Keral shook his head and was silent. Beowulf did the right thing. He instantly defeated the opponent's drummer on the battlefield with his own courage. The most important thing is that the opponent's rhythm was disrupted! It is very important to control the rhythm on the battlefield!

The Romanian warrior paused for a moment, but soon a small team leader reacted and pulled out the short sword from his waist. According to the rules, in order to maintain his physical strength, he would not draw out the short sword and hold the shield in one hand until ten meters away from the enemy. This would make the muscles of the left hand sore. When you encounter the enemy, you can not catch the gap and kill the opponent by blocking it, but kill this one, and countless people!

But he stretched out his hand and knocked on the big shield twice with two bangs.

I was stunned for a moment, and then took two steps in an instant.

His subordinates all realized, and more than twenty people followed the captain and took a few slaps, then took two steps again, and the drum beats resumed, but this time Beowulf could no longer interrupt it!

"Bah." Beowulf spat two saliva in his palm and pinched his palms with hot murderous aura in his eyes. He grabbed the dragon spear that was firmly fixed to the ground: "Come on, Romanian bastards!"

He was the prince of Yeat (I say here that Rome implemented the system of provinces and priests. The system was quite large, and only the lord needed to pay taxes, and the emperor and the Senate would not take care of anything.) But because he refused to surrender to the Romans, his father died in battle, and he was forced to stay away from his hometown Yeat. Yeat was a Greek neighbor next to the Aegean Sea, but he had to travel across the entire continent. When the one hundred loyal royal guards who followed him arrived at the west land of Camelo, there were only eleven people left.

It can be seen that his friends and relatives died under the Romans. He is definitely the one who hates the Romans the most among all the knights of the Round Table.

"Hey!!" he raised his spear and shouted. The scream like a wolf howling was so loud that it really scared many Roman soldiers.

But no matter how scared the war, it still has to continue.

After sixty drum beats, the Roman warriors in the first row who were beating the shield stopped due to muscle soreness and the shield was upright. In just one moment, the opponent grabbed the rhythm of the crossbow arrow and rushed forward. The first row of Roman warriors was immediately surrounded by comrades behind him. The crossbow arrow hit the shield, but he could no longer seize the opportunity at that moment and hurt the opponent severely.

"What a pity." Kelar gently slapped the city, and could only regret the moment just now for a second. The other party's cooperation was obviously at the level of battle, and the tacit understanding was as if you had just finished a magazine and reached out to hand the other magazine over. This was definitely a tacit understanding cultivated on the battlefield, the Romans...

It's really scary!

Ten drum beats were fifteen meters. One hundred meters were fleeting, and the opponent's spearman began to show his power at a theoretically close to the limit.

"Support a shield!!" At this time, the role of the knights of the round table was played out.

Not everyone can overlook the opponent's position from Keral's perspective. The Camelo warrior who faced the enemy could only see a row of shield walls within his eyes, and the scene behind the shield wall was even more clear.

This is also why many armies have been made of dumplings in history. The wind and sand that the cavalry on both sides ran was simply overwhelming (see the movie Alexander for details. Although the movie was a little rotten, it was definitely useful enough horses to run, which was spectacular.) I couldn't see the opponent clearly at all, so I had to wear a white robe for Mao Zhao Yun? Because after the yellow sand, his clothes were dyed yellow and it was simply natural disguise. He was strung into the army, and there were enemies everywhere, and there was no need to be afraid of poking his own people... (It's definitely not Zhao Hei, I am Zhao Fan, but I guess the actual situation is not bad.)

So when the knights of the round table yelled: "Hand up the shield".

Almost subconsciously, the instinct that was trained to their bones made them raise their shields - upward.

In fact, there are several types of shields here. Standing shield means erecting the shield, which is to face the enemy. However, when erecting the shield, it is upward, specifically used to defend against flying props from the sky. On the left and right, you only need to: stand up shield, turn left and right, just turn left.

It doesn't take a second, it's almost a subconscious problem.

Then the overwhelming short spear fell from the sky.

Reality is not a movie. There is bullet time (that is, the shooting technique that can clearly see the bullet trajectory in the Matrix) and the slowing factor technique. The sound of breaking wind that arrives at the same time as the whistling comes with a puff sound.

The crossbowman did not reach the opponent's attack range. The infantry war that stretched for dozens of meters hindered the opponent's distance, but this did not hinder the opponent from using the shooting technique to shoot the short spear out.

The spear kept stuck in the shield and was stuck halfway through it. Thanks to the shield raised high, John could even see a spear that stopped just one centimeter from his eyes. His heart almost stopped beating. Three or four short spears were inserted into his shield. This was really thrilling, but fortunately, none of the spears on his shield pierced his arm or passed through the shield.

"Let go!" It was not until the command came that his heart seemed to be beating and blood returned to his blood vessels. He let out a heavy mouthful and put down the shield full of short spears. His feet were trembling but he teased with glory: "Bill, the enemy is about to rush up, are you sleeping?"

Looking back, John's hands and feet were cold. His friend Bill was shining with his hands weakly. It was obvious that a short spear penetrated his hand. In pain, he did not remember to hand him what he had at school: when facing the rain of arrows, he would hold the shield on his head no matter what! Then, he was tilted with the shield and the second, third short spear swung the shield open, and the fourth short spear pierced from his left eye and nailed him firmly to the ground in a tilted posture...

Chapter 1 of the Military Academy Infantry Textbook: When facing the rain of arrows, you must hold your shield on your head no matter what. Kill the arrows shot from the front, you will be in bad luck. You have not learned it well by being stabbed into a porcupine by the arrows above your head...
Chapter completed!