Realm of Power

519 The Crying Corridor (4)

If the opponent sends out archery troops to fight back, the rangers will use their high maneuverability to quickly turn their horses and roar away, make a circle outside the distance and then attack again. Doing this several times will definitely make the opponent's serious formation appear. Even if there is no expected movement, it is enough to demoralize the opponent.

This is the best time for the heavy cavalry to attack. The shaking earth will drown everything in blood. The heavy cavalry with heavy armor protection can still ram into the opponent's dense spear array without fear.

As long as a gap is opened, the light cavalry on both sides will swarm in through the gap like wolves smelling blood, using flying horseshoes and sharp scimitars to completely tear open the gap and kill the enemy in front of them. Their bodies and souls were completely sent to hell, allowing their decaying corpses to become the best herbicide in the soil.

"Only in the land where human blood flows can the grass grow strong and tall."

No one can face the sharp arrow clusters in the sky without wavering. This kind of guerrilla tactics of the Kujit cavalry is a summary of many years of war experience. With their superb riding skills and attack capabilities, they can survive this high-mobility harassment. Before the tactics, even the Ridian Knights, who had strong self-control capabilities, did not dare to talk about a so-called fair field battle with the Kugits.

The Kumba Banner Regiment is worthy of being the elite of the Northern Army. As the opponent's forward heavy cavalry approached, the spearmen stationed behind the wooden fence quickly mobilized.

The 500 men of the 1st Squadron were placed on the first line, and the 1,500 men of the 2 Elite Lancer Squadrons were placed on the second line. Like a huge thorn ball gathered together, countless sharp spears seemed to suddenly appear from the air at this moment. Pierced out from the white rain curtain, the rain hit the sharp spear points, turning into crystal clear white spots, and the black spear array revealed a killing sound in the rain curtain.

"Hold still, brothers. I believe that the weapons in your hands, even the tight armor, cannot withstand your punctures."

A captain of the Vekia Spear Squadron stared at the tall figure 100 meters away that was coming like a demon, and shouted to the soldiers next to him with a solemn expression, in the first column in front of him,

Some soldiers' faces were slightly pale, their hands holding spears were trembling, and some were gasping for air, as if they wanted to get some help from the air. These young men all came from the army after the Northern Campaign. The new recruits added to the local flag regiment were previously responsible for maintaining law and order, but now they have to face heavy cavalry charges that can crush everything.

The huge contrast made these recruits' eyes not only filled with fear but also the dreamlike reality.

In the second row behind them were veterans with calm faces. These elite spearmen who had participated in many battles stared at the cavalry in the distance with determination.

Their hands holding the spears were wrapped with thick cloth, so that after the spears penetrated the enemy's heavy armor, the spears would not fall out of their hands due to the huge impact and recoil, and the white cloth on their hands would kill them. His hand is entangled with the spear, and even if it is wet with his own blood, he can force it into the enemy's iong.

Blood for blood, life for life, this is the style of the old Samor warriors. Facing the roaring heavy cavalry, no one dares to fortify themselves. They will not be knocked out by the huge impact, but even if they die, they will still die. When the spear in your hand is pierced, a red blood bursts from the enemy's anus. In this heroic army, there are only men who died in battle, no cowards who escaped, generous death treatment and benefits after victory. The bounty is enough to make them understand what it means to be worth sacrificing

The elite spearman Nuck heard the nervous breathing of the crossbowmen behind him, as if he had just completed some kind of intense exercise.

"These young guys are really not used to such intense scenes."

Nuck smiled at the corner of his mouth. He knew that those standing behind him were the young men of the Sixth Crossbow Squadron. These soldiers were not very old, and some of them still had wet hair on the corners of their mouths.

They were recruits recruited from the local northerners after the Northern Legion settled in the northern region. Compared with the veterans who came from Samour in the south, these newcomers who are not even skilled crossbowmen are often placed in battle. The front line, because their firing speed and accuracy are less than half that of the two elite crossbowmen behind them,

Instead of using the most elite troops to face the Kugit cavalry, it is better to use some ordinary troops to serve as the mezzanine in the attack sequence. This is a characteristic of the Salon Corps. According to the words of the commander of the Salon Corps, "Soldiers who have never seen blood" , will never be a true warrior. The blood is not only the enemy's, but also one's own. Only those who can crawl out from the dead are qualified to be called a Samor warrior."

This has also led to the most serious attrition of Isaac's army among the Vekian army, but it is also the most offensive force. Often, less than one-half of a squadron of new soldiers can make it out alive.

This is also the reason why fat people generally don’t use the Salon Army. This guy is simply a madman born for war. He is the kind of guy who won’t withdraw his troops until there is blood. It’s hard to say whose blood it is. He dares to actively attack with 30,000 infantry. The craziness of the guys from the 100,000 Ruidian army can be imagined

"Attention crossbowmen, 350m adjustment"

The crossbowman's cold gaze followed the rangers who were separated on both sides in the distance. The bowstring of the crossbow in his hand made a tight sound as it hung up. The look on his face looked like he was about to embark on a life-and-death duel.

The command of the flag regiment leader is that the enemy is not allowed to attack until they are within 200 meters. 200 meters is the most effective penetrating distance for infantry crossbows. As long as the opponent is not wearing abnormal heavy armor and the sharp arrow clusters of infantry crossbows, it can be easily Pass through the enemy's gallbladder,

The compound bow range of the rangers attacking from the opposite side is 150 meters.

According to the running speed of the war horse, a distance of 50 meters passed by in the blink of an eye. In other words, when the crossbow arrows were fired, the rangers' compound bows would also fire almost at the same time. Compared with the heavily armored spearmen in front, these crossbowmen Wearing only light leather armor, although they can get an upper hand, the counterattack that follows will also cost them a considerable price.

The rumble of the horses' hooves was like an earthquake. The collective charge of 25,000 Kujit cavalry was truly spectacular. The horses' hooves lifted up the muddy snow on the ground, like a roaring and rolling forward force towards the commanding heights where Kumba was. Pounce

"Winding in rows on the left and right"

As the captain of the archer squadron leading the team shouted, the Kujit cavalry turned around and made a big turn outside the 300-meter line. "Quickly separate from the center to the left and right sides.

Like a huge wave splitting from the middle,

The Kugit light cavalry, which had advanced neatly just now, accelerated rapidly, like two iron pincers encircling them, and crossed the 300-meter marking line almost without any hindrance.

The bowstrings of the powerful compound bows began to be stretched in the hands of these Kugit cavalry. On the ups and downs of the horses, the hands of the archers had been raised to the sky at 45 degrees.

Just waiting to get within a distance of 150 meters, the Wekiya army assembled on the opposite side will know what the "Rain of Death Arrows" is.

Looking at the motionless Wekiyans on the opposite side, Kujit General Saibula, who was leading the assault, had a cruel smile on his lips. He pulled out a ruby-encrusted scimitar from his waist and rolled backwards. The subordinates advancing like snow shouted

"Attack with all your strength, use your bows and arrows, and make the Vecians tremble."

In his mind, the spectacular scene of the enemy falling like torn straw has emerged. He has done this countless times, and the scream of the arrow is always so beautiful.

"Whoosh"

A quick white line brought his shouting to an abrupt end,

"Lord Saibula"

The Kujit cavalry following him were stunned as they watched their beloved general being penetrated by a thick arrow cluster from the front.

The powerful impact even caused his armor to explode from the front with a bloody ionic chest. A half-sharp tip emerged from Sebula's back, bringing up a puff of blood and splashing onto the pale faces of other cavalrymen. superior

"It's so possible." The Kugit cavalry felt a chill in their minds at the same time. Killing a high-speed enemy 300 meters away, even the most famous Kugit hurricane rider could not do this.

"Lord Saibula"

A guard cavalry quickly accelerated, trying to grab his body before it fell from the horse. However, in front of the group of charging cavalry, this effort was undoubtedly in vain. The out-of-control body swayed on the galloping horse. Like a kite that had lost its thread, it fell from the undulating horse's back. Under the flying horse's hooves, there was a sound of broken bones.

"It's still the same old routine, can't there be something new?"

On the hill in the distance, the longbow leader Kesast slowly put down the longbow in his hand and looked at a black line in the distance that was rapidly approaching the flank of the Kumba flag regiment. A trembling gaze appeared in his pupils.

In front of the hill where he was, was the Second Northern Banner Regiment, which was responsible for flank defense this time. This was a force directly under Salon, with about 12,000 people. This was why the opponent first targeted the Kumba defense line.

"Well done, let Xast's arrow kick off the battle of the Green Corridor." The fat man sneered and clenched his fists. The cold raindrops were still hitting him, and the black armor was shining in the clear rain. Washed away, there was a dark luster, and the falcon flag behind him roared in the wind and rain. The falcon with gold embroidery on it seemed to come alive, soaring in the sky.

He didn't know that when his mood suddenly transformed from a bystander to a god of death dominating the battlefield, that indifferent and cold domination suddenly burst out from him,

Even Salon, who was always bold next to him, didn't dare to say anything at the moment. Bertrand Bonnie even subconsciously took half a step back. This damn fat man's aura was too powerful f@.