Realm of Power

The continuously surging Kuroshio Legion, like dark clouds covering the sky, has infected a small part of the right-wing military formation. The strange forked weapons and unique fishing net tactics made the Satsuma soldiers breathless.

Overhead are hooked fishing nets that are constantly thrown over, and in front of you are sharp harpoons shooting like raindrops. The Samoan spearman often just stabs the spear, and the harpoon fired from the opposite direction knocks the spearman to the ground. , watching his companions being caught in the barbed fishing net, rolled up and rolling on the ground, the brave Samoan soldiers also felt chilled in their hearts.

These Kuroshio warriors are fishermen from the coast. The ability to cast harpoons and throw fishing nets is a skill they rely on for survival. After years of evolution, they have developed a unique set of tactics.

The attack within three meters was not only accurate and fast, but also ruthless. Those caught in the fishing net often had no chance to escape. The heavy infantry of the Crolisat Flag Regiment were stunned and the entire queue was torn apart. There was a big hole, and the screams of killing on the position resounded through the sky. The five thousand Satsuma heavy infantry were divided like islands emerging from the black tide.

The dense forest of guns formed independent circles. Even though he knew he would be hit by a harpoon, he still roared and thrust out the spear in his hand. Blood spattered from the enemy and himself. The corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the blood made the ground under his feet muddy. unbearable,

Although the Satsuma crossbowmen at the back fought back with all their strength, they were second-line troops after all, and their psychological quality and shooting skills were not good. Seeing the tragic scene in front, the crossbows in their hands trembled slightly. The shooting speed was not only not fast, but also not accurate enough.

The flying crossbow arrows often shot down the enemy as well as our own people. This kind of indiscriminate killing left a gap on the weak right side of Satsuma. More and more black tides began to overflow the right wing defense line.

"Damn! These damn bastards!" Crolisat slashed down a Black Fork warrior who was trying to throw a net at him with a knife. He held on to the last line of defense with more than a thousand people, and his blood blurred his face. Looking at more than a dozen wounds on her body, looking at her subordinates who fell one by one, Crolisate looked at the surging black tide with sad and angry eyes.

Seeing the military formation on the right gradually being submerged by the black tide, the fat man hesitated for a while, waved his hand to the messenger behind him and said:

"Order the backup troops to press forward with all their strength, and take back the right wing no matter what!" This order is very dangerous, and Fatty doesn't know whether it is correct to put the second-line troops up at this time.

Three long and two short bugles sounded from the main Samoer formation. The nearly 20,000 Samoer second-line troops piled up behind rushed towards the black tide spreading on the right wing. The large Samoer troops that suddenly surged up collided with the spreading black tide.

In the contest between spears and harpoons, the combat effectiveness of the second-line troops is not strong. However, with the advantage of large numbers of people, the spears are like a forest, the heads are like ants, and the scorching sun is like melting snow. They quickly overwhelm the attack line of the harpoon warriors, often three or four. The spears pierced the enemy's body at the same time,

After the desperate resistance of the Satsuma heavy infantry at the front, more than half of the eight thousand Kuroshio soldiers had been lost. Most of them were injured and exhausted. How could they be the opponents of the Satsuma second-line troops who stayed behind to recharge their batteries? The spreading Kuroshio was The second-line troops were covered by withered yellow leather armor.

As if unwilling to accept the failure of the right-wing offensive, the Zhiva Chetze people's central army began to move slowly. Dozens of elite infantry groups, the real main force, pressed against the right wing like an overwhelming force. The dense spears shone coldly in the sun. Among them, At the forefront is a phalanx of more than ten heavily armored warriors holding broadswords.

Thick heavy infantry armor, two-handed sawtooth broadswords that are good at cutting mail, and a wide caltrop-shaped shield on the chest. Only a pair of murderous eyes are exposed under the iron helmet. The red tassels on the helmet are like layers of blood. Hongyun, this is the true professional soldier of this era, and the retinue of swordsmen is dispatched.

"Long live Samor! Long live glory!"

Seeing the few remaining harpoon warriors fleeing, the second-line troops on the right who had regained their position cheered, completely unaware of the approach of the Swordsman Legion, a killing machine.

For the Samoan peasants and soldiers who had never been on the battlefield, the victory just made them feel arrogant and high in morale. Facing the approaching enemy elites, these Samoan second-line troops not only failed to organize an effective formation, but boldly launched There was a counterattack, and some people rushed forward in a swarm. Still trying to overwhelm the enemy with numerical superiority.

"Kill!" The retinue swordsmen hiding behind the shields shouted in unison. The outermost swordsman's wide sword easily deflected the dense spears thrust by the Samoers. The companions following behind rushed forward with their shields. Using the broad sword in his hand, he quickly and neatly cut open the Samoer spearman's abdomen.

The Satsuma soldier looked in pain and covered his abdomen. Blood mixed with internal organs gushed out. The swordsman at the forefront cut his throat with a beautiful sword. This was the perfect cooperation between the swordsmen. The top existence among the infantry arms. In front of such an army of swordsmen with superb combat skills, even heavily armored knights may not be able to please them.

Although there are enough Samoir soldiers, in the face of the cooperation of such skilled swordsmen, there is no room to fight back. The killed ones cry like ghosts and howl like wolf-like moving killing machines. Wherever the swordsmen queue passes, they often leave behind a trail of ghosts. The sight of large corpses and bloody footprints makes people’s scalp numb.

Wulun was still a few people when faced with a large army. The queue of swordsmen never dispersed. They were always so compact and came unhurriedly with bloody pressure. The pairs of red eyes under the iron helmet made people feel chilly.

"These people are devils! Everyone, run away!" Just as Fatty expected, facing the killing machine like the Swordsman, the second-line troops who had just rushed forward couldn't help but panic.

Countless soldiers ran back with panic on their faces. This not only broke up the defense line that Crolissart had finally organized, but also made the crossbowmen throw rat weapons and did not dare to launch their projectiles. The defeated troops swept past like a wave.

Crolisate looked around with a miserable face, and secretly estimated in her mind that except for the more than a thousand heavy infantrymen under her command who were covered in blood, there were only more than 4,000 people still holding on to the position, and There were at least fifty square formations of Zhiva Cheze people pressing up, and the swordsmen queue at the front was only about thirty meters away from them. The sound of heavy breathing and the smell of blood could be clearly felt even from such a distance.

Not far away, the 1,000 Ciwa chief archers who were sent as reinforcements from the main formation were still some distance away. Behind, the defeated army that had just escaped was regrouping under the organization of each captain.

"Fight!" Crolissart took a deep breath, raised the sword in his hand high again, and straightened the heavy infantry's spear again. While holding his breath, the first queue of the Swordsman Legion shouted. rushed up,