The Legend of Fatality

Bai En found a wooden shield for his soldiers, but did not give it to others. He quickly checked each group. He stopped by the bridge and hesitated. "Where is your sir?" He asked.

"Dead," said a bridge guard. "Throw yourself into the sea last night."

The sailor who followed followed cursed. "Can't you keep the bridge for a week? Line up! You must listen to my orders. See who can survive, we will find another captain." The captain of the sailor pointed at Bai En. "You stay behind, sir. The rest, go away! Damn, I won't be reprimanded for being you idiots! Move, move! Keep up!"

Others were carrying things across the bridge. Bai En had no choice but to walk to the empty space at the end of the bridge. His estimate is a bit low, with about 35 to 40 people guarding each bridge.

They may use a very light wood for the bridge, and the wood will make a disturbing sound when stepped on it. Bai En mumbled, struggling to cross the bridge behind the team, and then walked under the bridge. People rushed in and the bridge began to fill in the gaps on the other side's defensive measures. Slowly, they all carried their spears on their shoulders.

On the other side of the bridge, the rock was extremely smooth due to the moisture of the river water, and almost tripped Baien. After the storm, the plain looks broken, uneven, and cracked, and there are rocks and rock shelves everywhere. This explains why they do not use wheeled carts-relying on simple human porters may be much faster on such rough terrain.

Soon, a huge voice came. The shelling began, and after a few seconds, the people on the bridge all crossed the bridge, and his feet fell on the stone again.

Bai En's team continued to jog and began to make way for the army behind them, the army crossed the bridge behind them, and hundreds of pairs of boots made a loud sound on the wood.

The next hour was just torture. This is worse than any beating he suffered as an apprentice in the Black Tower, and worse than any wound on the battlefield. After the storm, the plain outside Billy Bally nearly became a swamp, and a lot of precipitation even affected the river. The river left from the mountain in the south had already ruptured, exacerbating this misery.

Everyone is wet when fighting. This not only seriously affects the desire and morale of combat, but also affects the knights riding. Everyone can only choose to fight on the muddy land.

The soldiers on the battlefield complained, cursed, moaned, and were silent. They are next to each other, shoulder to shoulder. Bai En didn't really go to take a good look at these soldiers, he just noticed that these people kept piercing out their spears, and then retracted, then thrust out, and then retracted again. If you are lucky, you can kill the enemy before the enemy's spear pierces his body.

The soldiers seem to be unconscious. It just repeats the mechanical action until it falls. But Bai En knew that in any case, if they stopped, they would be defeated. Bai En killed a small captain with a musket, but it was useless, and the opposite movement also maintained the same movement. When he killed two enemies in the same way again, he found that his gunpowder had become damp in this weather.

There is no way, he can only stop, waving his arms to inspire the morale of the people on his side, trying to make the soldiers persevere. Finally, fortunately, the captain of the sailors asked them to stop. Bian blinked and stopped staggering, almost collapsed to the ground.

Bai En noticed that the enemy seemed to retreat, and there were not as many corpses left on the battlefield as he thought.

"Keep it in place!" The sailor growled again.

Only two people raised their spears. After keeping their arms in one motion for so long, most people's muscles were nervous about this motion.

"Drip!" The sound of horn came again from behind Bai En, followed by footsteps.

Bai En glanced back. This new army has two thousand people, dressed in green and white clothing. There were 1,200 spearmen and hundreds of cavalry on horses. Behind them is a large group of heavy-footed, relaxed-looking people, wearing thick armor, holding large maces and square steel shields.

It seems that they deliberately chose a point, the river surface at this point is very narrow, the first highland is a little higher than the second highland. The bridge is twice the width of the river. The sailor long cursed to let the tired soldiers clear the way. When the cavalrymen stepped on the bridge, they made a thump. The people on the bridge quickly retreated and let the cavalrymen run over.

Bai En was too tired to see it. He fell on the stone and lay on his back, listening to the sound of infantry stepping on the bridge. He turned his head to the side. Other soldiers who came to guard the bridge also lay down. The sailor captain walked among the different crews and soldiers, shaking his head, carrying the shield on his back, muttering their uselessness in his mouth.

Bai En lay there, staring at the sky, eager to forget the world. However, the training he received warned that this might cause him to cramp. This will make the return trip worse. So Bai En moaned, forcing himself to sit up and start massaging his muscles. The soldiers crossed the bridge in a row with four people, their spears were raised, and their shields advanced. The grumpy sailor looked at them with obvious jealousy.

After a few minutes, the sailor noticed Bai En and glared at him.

"He was thinking why you didn't lie down," said a familiar voice. A soldier who had been with Bai En was lying on the ground not far away, looking up at the sky. He is older, with gray hair and a long, tough face, which complements his kind voice. He looked exhausted.

Bai En kept rubbing his legs, and ignored the sailor. He pulled a strip of cloth from his clothes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to tie his feet and shoulders. Fortunately, he knew that his spells had little effect on this battlefield, so physical exertion was not serious.

When he finished, the last infantry walked across the bridge. They were followed by several cavalrymen wearing shiny armor. There was a man sitting in the center of them. He was wearing a gorgeous, shiny red body plate armor. It is quite different from other body armor that Brian has seen-it is said that each set is a separate piece of art-but it feels the same. Gorgeous, all armor is chained together, with a beautiful helmet and openable visor on top.

But somehow, this armor feels very strange. As if it was made in another era, in that era, the gods walked with the spirits.

"Is it the king?" The soldier asked Bai En.

Bai En smiled wearily at the bold soldier. "No, not the king."

The sailor turned to him with a frown.

"If that is the king," said another soldier lying on the ground, "that means we are the king's guard."

"That's Duke Ruen," explained Bai En. "That armor was a gift from a former dwarf king to their family."

"What are they going to do? The enemy has retreated, isn't it?" The bold soldier continued to ask.

Bai En shook his head, and he didn't know what the army of the Duke Rune was going to do, but nothing more than to participate in a battle.

"Okay, you idiots!" The sailor growled again. "Lift your ass! Our task is complete."

The soldiers lying on the ground moaned and stumbled to their feet. Bai En sighed. A short break is enough to show how tired he is. "I'm glad we are going back," he murmured.