Chapter 27: bloody battle

　　 "Throw a spear!"
Now it was the turn of the city gate defense forces to counterattack. A half-meter-long throwing spear fell down on a parabola. The number was not large, but it caused the biggest casualties to the night attackers since the night attack. This kind of medium and short range throwing weapon The lethality is not comparable to that of a bow and arrow. Even a heavy armored warrior is like paper in front of it, not to mention the light armor of a night attacker. Once shot, it will be a big hole. If you die, you lose your combat effectiveness on the spot. , The possibility of surviving is almost zero.
　　 This level of casualties was obviously unable to shake the firm will of the Night Raiders, and no one hesitated and rushed wildly.
　　 "Strike!"
Although the boar Yarwes has something to do with things, he has a keen grasp of fighters. In the night raiders are still twenty or thirty steps away from his army, ignoring the still dense arrow rain above his head, and issued an active attack order. .
　　 Waiting for work with ease depends on circumstances.
　　 If the Hundred Guards led by him were spearmen, he would definitely lay a dense spear formation, let alone a group of infantry in light armor rushing across from him, even a group of knights would have to pay a heavy price.
　　 If he is leading a group of pure shield soldiers, he will lay down a shield formation like an iron barrel, and after the opponent's head is bloodied, he will take the initiative to attack.
But now he is leading a guard who is good at close combat, especially when he has an absolute advantage in equipment, then he can't wait for the opponent to rush into the battle, and take the initiative to give full play to his advantage. come out.
　　 When the two collided, it seemed that the earth was trembling. It was not just a collision between the flesh, blades, and armor, but also a collision between two wills. One side swears to guard, and the other swears to destroy the city.
　　 The hoarse roar, the clank of the sword, the hot blood splashing... constitute a picture of the cruelest war, the battle has entered the white-hot immediately.
The one-sided slaughter that the wild boar Yarves had imagined did not appear. The night raiders looked desperate. When they were really short-handed, they did not change their lives, but looked like monkeys around them. Spinning, short swords and daggers don't have any rules, but they are tricky and sharp. They drill specifically into the gaps in the armor, and these places are often the key points of the body's joints. Once hit, even if it is not lethal, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
Regardless of other people, the boar itself feels it. It has been poked three times on the neck, the elbow of the left arm is four times, and the right shoulder is twice. The chain mail is well-made. He has crawled on the ground early now. This is the case. He saw blood at the left hind leg. Now that he is walking, he no longer has the original posture of swallowing mountains and rivers. He was originally complacent with the equipment advantage. It has become their disadvantage-flexibility cannot be compared with each other.
Since he was able to hold his sword, the wild boar has already started fighting. He has seen countless battles before and after. This is the first time he has experienced this kind of stubborn fighting style. He really wants to shout loudly. Is it a war? Or a monkey? Will this group of guys be a group of thieves? Why is it so flexible?
　　Yalves, the boar, was dissatisfied with his results because his expectations at the beginning were too high. In fact, the night raiders died disastrously. Their flexible tactic is to dance on the tip of a knife.
　　 In other words, their fault tolerance rate is much lower than that of the heavily armored city gate garrison. The opponent's company is still alive and kicking with several shots. If they miss a hand, they may lose their lives.
　　 "Assemble!"
　　Alves changed his tactics. Since you are good at being flexible, I will compress your space for activities. I think what tricks you can do?
　　 Squeak... Squeak... Squeak...
The sharp wooden whistles one after another are very clear in the dawn, unknowingly the night has faded, and the sky is starting to light up. For the Bastille, the situation has not improved, but has become worse. The thick morning fog makes visibility It became even lower, and the Night Raiders who had just beaten them to death in the blink of an eye disappeared in the vast fog.
　　 The regrouped city gate guards looked at each other. This battle was really inexplicable. Now they know that their enemy is the Andis mountain people, how many enemies are there? Which village leader is in command? How far did the city wall fall? How did the opponent bypass the army led by Lord City Lord? Or is there something wrong with the army led by Lord City Lord?
　　 None of these conditions are known, like a huge burden weighing on them, making them feel uneasy.
　　 hum... hum... hum...
A familiar sound came from the air again, the sound of arrows piercing the air. This time, without the command of his captain, the shields consciously raised the shields. Those without shields also put on a defensive posture, although they were muttering in their hearts. Re-executing, but no one dared to be negligent, because those who dared to do so would have long since become a pile of bones, and on the battlefield, you can't be too careful.
Puff puff……
　　 The feeling after the bow and arrow hit was obviously different this time. It was not the sound blocked by various types of armor, but the sound of shooting into the flesh. After a short pause, there was a miserable cry.
　　 "Look for cover, everyone looks for cover, this is a heavy bow, this is his mother's heavy bow!"
　　 "Can't prevent, can't prevent, ordinary heavy armor can't prevent...Uh..."
　　 "Don't mess, don't mess, shield wall, group shield wall..."
　　 "It's useless, it's useless, a wooden shield can't stop it, a wooden shield can't stop it!"
The entire city gate’s defense forces were in chaos, and some wanted to form a shield wall, but the iron-clad wooden shield was no different from the paper in front of a heavy arrow that was thicker than a thumb. The shield was broken and shot through. Arms abound, and the defense is slightly deformed, and the heavy arrow following immediately nails him to death. Those who try to escape die faster. All standard armors pay much attention to the defense in front of them. For the latter, to expose one's weakest place, isn't this seeking a dead end?
　　 This is no longer a rain of arrows, but an arrow curtain. The number of heavy arrows falling per square meter is not less than 20.
The arrow curtain lasts not long, only thirty seconds, but for those who are in the arrow curtain, it is so long, and those who can still stand look around blankly, except for the arrows. A dead body, or a dead body full of arrows, as if he was the only one left on the battlefield.
"It's over!" Kleist the sly fox closed his eyes in pain. He hurriedly hurried, actually witnessing the destruction of the city gate defense army, although he knew that the city gate defense army survived because of the fog. The number of people is more than expected. After all, there are many people in the double armor. Even though the power of the armored heavy arrow is good, there is still a distance from the double armor, but he knows that it has not been restored. There is room for it, because the guts of the city gate garrison have been broken.
　　 A brave soldier, even if he has a strong body and a heavy armor, he is not much stronger than an ordinary farmer.
　　 What's more, the enemy's goal has been achieved-the city gate has opened.
　　 Countless tall figures broke through the white fog, just like wild warriors rushing out of the wilderness, roaring and killing them.
Kleist witnessed the infinite fighting power approaching the great knight, the wild boar Yalvette only supported three moves under the brawny man who rushed in front, and was pinched by the opponent's big hand like a fan, including the helmet and the head. Rotten watermelon, which caused the morale to fall to the bottom of the city gate defense army completely collapsed. Those surviving soldiers had only one idea in their minds-run, run as far as possible, the city gates cannot be held, the castle cannot be held The Bastille can't hold it anymore.
　　 "Skullcrusher McGee!"
　　 "Raging Mountain Clan Corps!"
　　 After recognizing the identity of the other party, Kleist the fox stopped staying for a second, turned his head and walked away. The direction he went was not the Neibourg of the Bastille, but another gate of the Bastille.
　　 If he returns to the Neiburg to organize a defense now, there may be a 40-50% chance that he will block the opponent outside the Neiburg, and then attack the old Bolton inside and outside, and perhaps defeat the opponent.
　　 But there are too many uncertain factors in it. Let's not say whether it can be blocked first, it is still unknown whether Old Bolton is still safe and sound!
Because what they faced this time was a completely unknown enemy. Although they had seen McGee the Skullcrusher, Kleist the creepy fox didn’t think that the opponent was the highest commander of the night attack, because the rash man did not With so many brains and planning such a meticulous night attack plan, even the reaction of the city gate garrison is in the calculation of the other party~EbookFREE.me~ If he were to plan it, it would only be so.
　　Once they entered the inner castle, they waited for their lives if they were gambled, and either guarded it or buried the castle with McGee the Skullcrusher, and they had no way of surrendering.
　　If Eriksson were here instead of the Bull, he would return to Neiburg without hesitation, and coexist and die with this city.
This is the biggest difference between the two people. In the eyes of Kleist the creepy fox, his life is above all else. There is no one in this world worthy of his precious life. His family can’t, his father can’t, let alone Say a slave trader.
　　 Many things can be contagious, such as colds, plagues, and confidence.
　　 The soldiers saw that the current supreme officer of the Bastille, Sir Klester, was running faster than the rabbit. After rushing out of the Bastille without looking back, the soldiers collapsed faster.
　　 didn't know whether it was pure and kind, or to find a reason for his escape, the soldiers who fleeed were shouting while running.
At first, I just shouted "The city gate is broken", then I don't know how it became "The castle is broken", then it became "The Bastille is broken", and finally a new slogan was added under the guidance of a caring person. The army led by City Lord Bolton was in an ambush, and the whole army was wiped out. Bolton has been shot and killed."
This kind of completely invisible rumors, if they are usually seen through, it takes minutes, but in the current chaos, there are many people who believe this, and the smarter the person, the more convinced it is, because it is. They have an excellent reason to run for their lives. As for those who are not smart, smart people believe it. What reason do they not believe?
　　 The morning mist has become the best cover for the night raiders. They swept through the streets, as if they were everywhere, and the number was increasing.