Realm of Power

"Creak!" The swordsman's broad sword was blocked endlessly. The swordsman's wide-edged serrations struck the iron pole of the spear, bringing out a stream of sparks. The heavy spear of the Samoer regular spearman struck back at the sword with a bloody blow. On the soldier's Mitsubishi shield, the two sides collided together like two walls.

The dense and rigorous spear formation suffocated the Swordsmen Legion's offensive. Crossbow arrows fell like a downpour in the sky. The crossbowmen behind the spear formation began to throw. The first hundred-man formation of the Swordsman Legion was covered by arrowheads. The swordsmen were superb. His cooperation skills were reflected. With a shout, like a shrinking turtle shell, the hypotenuse triangular rhombus shield quickly formed a tight shield wall.

"Damn it!" Krolisat felt her heart become cold. Behind the swordsman army, densely packed Zhiva chariots and infantrymen came like a tide. On the right wing, except for Krolisat's more than a thousand spearmen, , only the more than 4,000 second-line peasants and soldiers were left.

The chief archers of the Ciwa clan in the main formation are still three to four hundred meters away. Many long archers have already taken off the 2-meter big bows behind them. The tall and scale-armored Ksastai is standing 300 meters away, taking a foothold. Shooting, each arrow caused a swordsman to fall down. The timely arrival of the longbowmen re-stabilized the already shaken defense line on the right side of Samoer.

The blood-red ground under their feet became muddy because of the blood, making it difficult for the swordsmen in heavy armor to exert their strength. With blood-red eyes, they looked at the Samoer people who refused to retreat in front of them. Crossbow arrows and longbowmen were flying in the sky with accurate precision. snipe, let sword The soldiers could only hide behind the shield wall. Although the Samoer defenders were small in number, they could rely on the crossbowmen and longbowmen behind them, which made the swordsmen wary and did not dare to attack with all their strength. In addition to leaving a pile of corpses, The attack momentum has not gained any momentum.

The focus of the attack began to shift to the 4,000 second-line peasant soldiers. Several phalanxes of swordsmen rushed towards the 4,000 peasant soldiers, trying to open a gap for the large army that was about to rush behind them, but this peasant army fought extremely tenaciously. , and actually killed as well as the swordsmen who rushed up. The swordsman's broad sword didn't gain any advantage here.

The hundreds of crossbowmen in the peasant army seemed to have eyes. Every arrow could be shot into the gap in the swordsman's shield. Blood spattered from behind the shield. The swordsmen who rushed up fell layer by layer. This kind of Sharp and precise attacks at close range, precise, rapid, and skilled enough to shoot two arrows per minute. Only the highest-level sniper crossbowmen can do it.

"It's the Samoan Guards!" Crolisate shouted in surprise.

The peasants and soldiers in front of them were obviously different from other peasants and soldiers with simple equipment. Most of this troops were equipped with sophisticated mail armor, and their weapons were iron spears. It even contains the unique scimitar of the Kugit people.

The soldiers were mixed, and there were actually quite a few who were holding long knives and fighting with the swordsmen crazily with one arm disabled. The murderous look on their faces was hard to conceal, and the blood-seeking madness flashed in their eyes. They were the only soldiers who had experienced bloody battles. The temperament only a warrior has

This battalion of disabled soldiers all have one thing in common. They carry a Samoan sword on their waist. This sharp melee weapon is rare in the Samoan army.

In addition to the captain-level commanders of various front-line troops, only the Governor's 3,000 Guards had them. However, in this mysterious second-line army, Crolissart saw at least more than 2,000 extremely sharp Satsumas. The war sword can easily split the swordsman's mail.

Although the swordsmen were professional soldiers, they were not madmen. The madmen who were slashing with knives in front of them made them feel palpitated. Many even killed bloody Samoyers and forced their bodies to break the shield wall in front of the swordsmen, which was fatal. The sniper crossbow arrows were fired from the gap. Suddenly it fell down.

"Who are they?" Doubts filled everyone's minds. The attacking swordsman army did not suffer much loss from the regular troops, but in the hands of the second-rate peasant soldiers, more than 600 corpses were left behind. The ten hundred-man formation had to retreat slowly. This peasant army with abnormal equipment and its fierce fighting style stunned the swordsman troops. Even the Satsuma Guards stationed in the main formation also surrendered. Come with a surprised look

"Who are those troops?" Fatty's eyes were bright and shining. The sudden burst of second-line troops made Fatty feel familiar. The fearless and fearless aura was very similar to his own Guards. He turned around and asked the Guards around him.

"I'm not sure. Judging from the military flag, it should be the 15th Flag Regiment stationed in the Falcon Territory." Konoe responded respectfully.

"The Fifteenth Falcon Flag Regiment?" The fat man frowned slightly. When did such a powerful army lurk in his family's territory?

"Look! It's Captain Montanas!" A guard behind him whispered excitedly. Attracting several other guards to look sideways, on the right-wing defense line in the distance, many one-armed but extremely agile disabled warriors rushed into the line of Zhiva Cheze people, waving bright Samoer swords. inside,

"Montenus!" The fat man couldn't help but stare, with a look of astonishment on his face. Montenas was the squadron leader of the Satsuma Guards and the favorite general of the Guards Captain Salon. He retired because of an arrow in his leg during the Battle of Kyoto.

According to the veterans' retirement vesting system, Montenas should serve as the mayor of a small town in the Falcon Territory at this time.

But the lame man wielding the sword with both hands, circling the sword light like Salon, and attacking the enemy, who else could he be if he wasn't that idiot Montañas?

The second-line troops of 4,000 people resisted most of the enemy's attacks. The wave of attacks from Riva Cheze seemed to hit a solid cliff and turned into little waves. The Samoan soldiers fell one by one, but the defense line was still strong.

"It turns out it's them!" The fat man felt his eyes burning, and the water vapor blurred his vision. These second-line troops who fought desperately were all injured and retired Satsuma Guards in the previous battles of Satsuma. They were the predecessors of the Satsuma Guards and were The most dazzling color in the glory of Samoa,

"Blow the trumpet! The whole army attacks!" The fat man could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart and ordered to the trombone player behind him. The second-line defeated army in the distance had been assembled. The right wing was as solid as a mountain with the help of the old Guards. Satsuma The Guards Cavalry has begun a flank attack Zhiva Cheze people, the tragic right wing almost squeezed most of the forces of the Zhiva Chetze coalition forces. Opposite the main formation of Samoer, only thirty queues of reserves remained unmoved, and there was no extra force to invest in the right wing. Side attack line, the opportunity for reversal is right in front of you

"Woooo!" The bugle of the all-out attack resounded over the Samoan army. Layers of Samoan soldiers surged up from behind the military formation, like an uncontrollable yellow flood, turning the demoralized Ziva Cheze people on their backs. , (Because Baozi is at work, the chapters during the day usually have a small number of words. Try to be concise and don’t cheat on the word count)