Realm of Power

Main text 226 Bloody Attack Line (Part 2)

The giant stainless steel Lanmi ax held tightly by Obev turned into a shark, and the impact of the death spiral toilet only hit the Dorok figure in front of him like leaves in the storm.

Obeuf is like a never-ending killing machine! The hundreds of kilograms of battle ax can easily cut through the enemy's heavy armor, and the powerful chop turns into a bloody afterimage of death.

Every rotation of death always turns several Doroks into corpse fragments.

Dozens of corpses piled up at his feet, and his whole body was dyed red with the enemy's blood and flesh residue. The enemy's screams before death and the crisp sound of tomahawks splitting bones were the most beautiful sounds in Oberv's ears.

"Come up, Mildian's lackeys!" Obeuf was eager to kill, but suddenly found that his eyes were empty. The Dorok people on the opposite side all retreated a few meters away, huddled together like a group of frightened lambs. Staring at himself with a pale face

No one wants to mess with this lunatic who is covered in scraps of meat.

"Coward!" Obeuf shouted. Stepping on the trembling barrier, the giant ax in his hand turned into a bloody afterimage,

Blood rained down, and a heavily armored spearman who retreated hastily was split in half from head to toe. The half-drawn corpse was thrown into the air by the dancing battle axe, and the bright red internal organs and blood fell down like rain.

"Kill them all!" the ax warrior behind Beow shouted. His muscular upper body was not even wearing any armor, and a group of Rode men holding short-handled battle axes rushed up.

In order to pursue the pleasure of killing and carry more combat throwing axes, many Rode ax warriors generally do not wear heavy armor. They carry a huge shield behind them, and the short-handled battle ax is placed in the inner slot of the shield, which can often Carry three or four handles,

The bloodthirsty madness of squadron leader Oberv made the eyes of other Ax Warriors blood red.

Such a lunatic is terrifying enough. What's more, it's a group. Dorok's heavy spearmen are like a group of lambs to be slaughtered in front of this group of madmen.

Rode Ax Warrior! This is the first time Fatty has seen this kind of powerful infantry that can make Xun Erdian knights tremble in fear.

Their muscular upper bodies were covered with tattoos, and some were covered with cyan tattoos. The shields they carried on their backs gave them peace of mind, like a turtle shell. They were ugly, but very practical.

When encountering snipers with bows and arrows, they will charge with large shields in a dense and neat formation, with well-trained partners. They are often in groups of more than a dozen, with their flanks and rear protected by shields.

Then, about twenty meters away, he launches an ax throwing attack to defeat the enemy's tight defense. Among them, the long-handled axemen responsible for the main close combat will crash into the enemy cluster with a whirlwind of death.

The three-meter-long giant ax in his hand is like a huge guillotine, which can easily split any enemy blocking the front.

Everyone knows the consequences of rushing into the enemy group, either victory or death.

However, the Rode Tomahawks were full of fighting spirit and fearless of life and death, no matter how strict the formation was in front of them. They are all fragile and powerless targets. They undoubtedly embody the arrogant nature of the warrior who is indifferent to life and death.

The dense spears in the hands of the Dorok people completely collapsed in front of the thrown axes. Often, after a round of intensive ax throwing, a large hole was opened in the Dorok people's defense line, and the corpses were spread out on the ground.

Fatty even saw an ax warrior throwing it with all his strength twenty meters away. The rotating ax knocked down a Dorok hunter who was holding a bow and an arrow from the top of the city wall. This power and accuracy made the fat man secretly gag.

Different from the Miao Erdian knights' group fighting style, the Lud people's tactics are more focused on group cooperation. They trust their teammates and partners more. The rotating three-meter-long ax often causes a bloody storm in the enemy group, and the Rode short ax soldiers who follow will quickly tear open and widen the gap. until the enemy is routed or dead

The weird and terrifying whirlwind hatchets were thrown out of their hands, creating meteors that shimmered with cold light and a huge weight that was spinning rapidly. Completely ignoring the enemy's armor,

The impact of the long ax that followed was like breaking through a fragile piece of paper, easily squeezing into the enemy's formation. Often in the crowded formation of the Doroks, a shower of blood and minced meat would be brought out.

If it encounters a resisting shield, the huge impact will knock the enemy to the ground. The enemy will be like a straw caught in a strong wind.

Lod's hatchet warriors are exactly like small melee trebuchets, a thousand-man team is like this. The surrounded ax warriors used throwing axes to push them back. Hundreds of corpses were piled up like discarded sacks.

The remaining people were forcibly pushed off the battlements. Let out a helpless scream

However, in the blink of an eye, the two thousand-man troops of Dorok who stormed the city wall were shattered into pieces and turned into piles of fragmented corpses.

Obviously, the Lod people enjoyed this feeling of killing, and the Dorok people finally abandoned their weapons and surrendered. The Rode man who was rushed up cut off his head without hesitation, and his body fell from the castle like falling leaves.

"The attack failed!"

Although this was a result that had been expected for a long time, the coalition generals under the city did not expect it to happen so quickly. Only six of the ten thousand-man troops retreated relatively completely.

The buildings that were finally built were billowing black in the flames. The trebuchet weakly smashed the stones against the city wall, and the noise it made was not as loud as the barking of Ruo Huidai.

Fatty watched all this with indifference. The Rode Ax Warrior was indeed very powerful. The team's combat cooperation is already very skillful, but it still can't get into Fatty's eyes.

Fatty secretly compared the two in his mind. In terms of close combat, the Luds had an absolute advantage. But in terms of long range, it is far from being a match for his Samorian crossbow.

Regarding the fact that the Lods didn't wear armor, the fat man curled his lips disapprovingly, "A bunch of self-righteous fools. Even if there is a shield, Samor's powerful ballista can still be 200 meters away. Just let you ** fanatics Become a corpse"

"Let's go back to Rutota." The fat man adjusted his raincoat. Big raindrops slid down the oilcloth. He had no intention of watching anymore. The cold winter rain hit the hearts of everyone in the camp, making their lips and teeth cold. This time It was the Doroks who were used as cannon fodder. Who knows who's next? Watching the dejected Dorok people throw away their armor and retreat to the Zhuo land. The auxiliary soldiers from other countries looked sad and angry.

The Germans' defense line was far stronger than previously expected. In addition to the two small castles that were successfully captured earlier, a strong Bloomsburg army left 200,000 coalition troops at a loss. The army besieged the city for half a month and lost tens of thousands of people. , apart from hearing the arrogant jeers of the Lods, not even a single chicken feather was caught. All the surrounding villages had been moved away by the Lods, and the woods outside the castle had been cut down. The problem of keeping out the cold for hundreds of thousands of troops is getting more and more serious

From the end of December to January, the weather was getting colder and colder, and the cunning Rohds splashed water on the city walls. It turned into an ice wall overnight. Apart from siege trucks, there is now no ladder to reach. Do you need a truck or a fire? This has become the most troublesome problem for the coalition generals.

In the battle for the narrow city wall, no other country's army could compete with the fanatical axemen of Rohde. More than 100,000 auxiliary troops took turns to attack the city. Except for the brave Kugit horse archers who once made the Rohde people pay a heavy price, Everyone else is like today,

According to the Xun'erdians, the 30,000 elite troops of the Yin'erdians had been stationed at Tahurens ten miles away. We are knights, do you want us to charge the city wall on our horses?

"Sir, what do you think of the performance of the Rode people?" Bonnie Berlant's clear voice suddenly sounded from behind the fat man, and her long flowing hair brought out bursts of light fragrance.

Compare.

"I heard that the Samor Army is known as the strongest army in Vecia. It has never been defeated. Your Excellency is also known as the King of Kings. I wonder who is better than these Rode Ax warriors?"

"Haha, Miss Bonnie is joking! Luode is the strongest country in the mainland, and we, Wikiia, are just a small and remote country. How can we compete with others!" The fat man smiled disapprovingly, but in his heart he was dissatisfied with the actions of the Miao Erdian people. Very disdainful

He deliberately said a few words to elevate Ruude's status and satirize Miao Erdian for sending others to their deaths. Finally, he asked a question with interest on his face.

"Dear Miss Bonnie, in my opinion, only Xun Erdian's noble and righteous knights are the opponents of the Rode people. Next time if Ruil Dian sends troops to attack, please remember to inform me, Miss Bonnie! I will definitely Come and study hard!”

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"The proud and arrogant Bertrand Bonnie. How have I ever encountered such a scoundrel? Her eyes were bulging with anger. Ever since the army left, this woman has always been hanging around the fat man. It is called a business liaison. In fact, he is always provoking things around Fatty. He always likes to compare Fatty's Satsuma Army with other troops. Fatty has long been aware of the little calculations in this woman's mind. He wants me to fight with the Luode people, maybe in the next life. !

This time Fatty only brought a hundred Guards Cavalry to watch the battle. The main force was stationed in Rutota, thirty miles away. According to regulations, the Doroks who led the attack this time could get 20,000 dans of rations. For compensation, the Miao Erdian people use food to control these auxiliary soldiers. No one has considered quitting, but if there is no food, they will let you go. The cold wave mixed with rain and snow will also drown you.

"Deputy Captain Bonnie!" A wretched General Dorok staggered over with a pale face, messy spiky hair covering half of his face, and an old scratch from his left cheek to his neck. The light-colored scar is like an arching earthworm, with a white bandage on the right side, red blood seeping out, and the strong and powerful hands are still trembling slightly,

He is the chief officer sent by the Dorok Kingdom this time, Marquis Badker, a fifty-three-year-old veteran warrior. He is the lord of the Dolemik area in the northern part of the Dorok Kingdom. This time the heavy snow disaster covered All of his territory, for the 20,000 tons of grain promised by the Ruidian people, he brought the farmers in the territory to come as mercenaries, because he had the highest title and a good reputation in the Dorok Kingdom. These Doroks The lords of K all listened to him,

"Look. That batch of food should be given to us this time!" Marquis Badker looked embarrassed. For this batch of food, two thousand soldiers died on the city wall just now. He was the one who led the attack.

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