: 173 Old Guards (3)

The constantly rising Kuroshio Legion, like the dark clouds covering the sky, has infested a small half of the right wing formation, eccentric fork weapons, unique fishing net tactics, and suppressed Samoan soldiers breathless,
On the head is a hooked fishing net that is constantly thrown over, and in front of him is a sharp harpoon shot like a raindrop. The Samoir spearman often just stabbed the spear, and the harpoon shot opposite turned the spearman on the ground. , Watching the companions caught on the barbed fishnet, wrapped and rolled on the ground, the brave Samoan soldiers also felt chills
　　 These Kuroshio fighters are fishermen from the coast. Their ability to project harpoons and throw nets is their survival skills. After years of evolution, they have formed a unique set of tactics.
Shooting within three meters is not only accurate enough, but also fast enough. People trapped in fishing nets often have no chance to get rid of them. The heavy infantry of the Croissant Banner regiment were stunned and the whole queue was torn apart. A big mouth, the screams of the slashing on the position sounded through the sky, and the five thousand Samoan heavy infantry were divided, like the islands emerging in the Kuroshio,
The dense forest of guns formed an independent circle, knowing that they would be hit by a harpoon, still roaring and spurting a long gun in his hand, blood sputtered from the enemy and himself, and the corpses were stacked on top of each other. Unbearable,
　　Although the Samo crossbowmen at the back fought back with all their strength, after all, they were second-line troops, and their mental qualities and shooting skills were not good.
　　Flying crossbow arrows often shoot down enemies and their own people. This kind of indiscriminate killing has caused vacancies on Samoer’s weak right side. More and more Kuroshio will begin to cross the right wing defense line.
"Damn it! These bastards!" Crolisat swiped a knife to cut a black fork warrior who was trying to throw a net at himself. With more than a thousand people standing on the last line of defense, his blood blurred his Looking away, there were more than ten wounds on his body, looking at the fallen men one by one, and Crolisat looked at the raging Kuroshio around with sad eyes.
　　 Seeing the army formation on the right side gradually being overwhelmed by the Kuroshio tide, the fat man hesitated for a while and waved to the commander behind him and ordered
　　 "Order the back-up troops to press on them with all their strength, and take back the right wing anyway!" This command is very dangerous, and the fat man does not know whether it is correct to put the second-tier troops at this time.
　　 Three long and two short trumpets sounded from the main line of Samoor. Nearly 20,000 Samoan second-line troops piled up behind them rushed towards the right side of the Kuroshio wave.
The battle between the spear and the harpoon, the combat effectiveness of the second-line troops is not strong, but with the advantage of many people, the spear is like a forest, the head is like an ant, and the sun is melting like snow, which quickly breaks the attack line of the harpoon soldiers, often three or four A spear pierced the enemy's body at the same time,
After the desperate blocking of the frontal Samoer heavy infantry, the 8,000 Kuroshio soldiers have already lost more than half, most of them are wounded and their physical strength is fatigued. Covered by second-line troops with yellow leather armor
Seemingly unconvinced by the failure of the right-wing offensive, the Japanese army of the Japanese warriors began to move slowly. Dozens of elite infantry who served as the real main force pressed down on the right wing like a mountain. At the forefront are more than ten teams of heavily armed warriors with broad swords.
Thick heavy infantry and heavy armor, the hands with serrated broad swords that are conducive to splitting the mail armor, and the broad horn shields are blocked in front of the chest. Only a pair of murderous eyes are exposed under the iron-cast helmet. The red tassel on the helmet is like blood stains layer by layer. Hongyun, this is the real professional soldier of this era, Hu Huo was dispatched from the Swordsmen Corps.
　　 "Long live Satsuma! Long live glory!"
　　 Seeing the few remaining Harpoon fighters fleeing, the second-line troops that recaptured their positions on the right side shouted cheering, completely unaware of the approach of the killing machine from the Swordsman Legion,
For the Samoer peasants and soldiers who have never been on the battlefield, the victory just now gave them high morale and nothing. In the face of the advancing enemy forces, these Samoer second-line troops not only did not organize an effective formation, but boldly launched After the counterattack, some people swarmed up. Still want to use the advantages of numbers to defeat the enemy.
"Kill!" The Hu from the swordsman hiding behind the shield shouted loudly. The widest swordsman wide sword easily picked up the dense spears stabbed by the Samoans. The companion immediately behind him rushed up with the shield, With a broad sword in his hand, he slashed the abdomen of Samoir's spearman sharply,
The Samoan soldiers covered his abdomen with a pained face, blood mixed with the internal organs, and the cutting-edge swordsmen cut their throats with a beautiful sword. This is the perfect cooperation between the swordsmen and each other. In front of this superb swordsman army~EbookFREE.me~ Even the heavy knights may not be able to please.
Satsuma soldiers are enough, but in front of this skillful swordsman, there is no room to fight back. The ghosts who are killed cry cry wolf like a moving killing machine. Where the swordsman queue passes, often one is left. Large body, footprints make the scalp numb
　　 Facing the large army or a few people, Hucong Swordsman's queue has never spread out, always so compact, and he came with a air pressure, and the red eyes of the iron helmet were chilling.
　　 "These people are devils! Let's run!" As the fat man expected, the second-line troops rushed up in the face of the killing machine such as the slave swordman, there was an uncontrollable panic,
　　 countless soldiers ran back in panic, which not only broke the line of defense that Crolisat organized, but also let the crossbowmen throw their devices, dared not launch a projectile, and the defeated soldiers swept through like a wave.
Crolisat looked miserably around, and secretly estimated that, in addition to his more than a thousand heavy infantry, only a few more than 4,000 people remained on the position, and The squat that was pushed up had at least 50 squares. The front-line queue of swordsmen was only thirty meters away from him. The heavy breathing and smell were so far away that they could clearly feel it.
　　 Not far away, there is still a distance to the archer of the Thousand Thousand Wa Clan sent from the main team. In the rear, the broken army that had just fled the past is being regrouped under the organization of each captain.
"Fight!" Crowley Sart took a deep breath, the sword in his hand was raised high again, the spear of the heavy infantry was straightened again, and in the breath, the first line of the Swordsman Legion shouted. Rushed up,