Chapter 1627: Qibing (Ⅰ)

Baron Laval raised his right arm in iron gloves, and the officers and soldiers behind him quickly retreated as soon as he was forgiven.
On the opposite position, General Convalley saw this scene through the telescope and turned his head to explain to the adjutant Major Mark Smith.
Soon afterwards, the ferocious drums sounded again, and the Feizhen infantry regiment closed the gun and stood up, stepping on the drum to continue to move forward, chasing the Midgard colonial regiment that had already shown its defeat.
"This situation continues, and sooner or later our officers and men will collapse their morale, and the consequences will be disastrous!"
Seeing this one-sided dangerous situation, even Heimdall, who had always been quiet, could not help but open the mouth to remind Lord Castis.
Qiao An looked at the old man behind him and saw that he still looked calm, as if not surprised by the situation in front of him.
"The colonial corps alone is indeed unable to contend with the real Fijians, but don't worry, the ‘Qi Bing’ recruited by Laval is time to make his debut. Let’s see what happens next.

Adventurers?
The suggestion of Lord Castis moved Joan's heart, and he immediately thought of the "Black Axe Mercenary Corps" recruited by Baron Laval and transformed by conquerors. Could this group of cultists become a key factor in reversing the war? ?
With curiosity and anticipation, Joan once again switched the viewing angle to the battlefield.
At this time, Laval's forces had withdrawn half a mile back, barely holding their feet in a region with low bushes.
Opposite the Feizhen Corps did not stop the pace of chasing, the distance between the two sides has been shortened to 600 yards, at most another ten minutes, the Midgard Corps will once again enter the enemy's range, exposed to the merciless muzzle.
What should I do next?
If you continue to retreat backwards, the decline of Midgard will be irreversible. As soon as the first deserter appears, the scattered officers and soldiers will follow suit and become more like an avalanche.
If at that moment, even the prestige of Baron Elaval would be unable to maintain an orderly retreat of the troops, a defeat would be inevitable.
The cloud of despair shrouded the Midgard Colonial Army, and the heavy footsteps of the Fijian Infantry Corps marching forward, as if to sound the countdown for their defeat.
Joan held her breath, her tight palms couldn't help but soak in the cold sweat.
Baron Laval sat on his horseback, picked up the telescope to observe the approaching Fijian regiment, then put down the telescope, turned his head and whispered to the man in the black cloak beside him.
Joan's eyes fell on the man, and at a glance he recognized that the other party was "Snake Hand" Sharman, and a question arose in his heart: What did this guy want to do?
Sharman's intentions were soon exposed to Joan.
This powerful man withered, holding a twisted root with blood in the black in his left hand, raised it high and chanted the prayer.
Joan recognized that Shaman had lifted the "Gantiyas Roots", and the gray negative energy sprayed from the roots seemed to sound a silent horn, awakening the slaves already lurking on the battlefield.
In the middle of the battlefield between the two armies, the seemingly ordinary bushes have already been transformed into a "withered monster" by Shaman using the magic of "Gantiyas roots".
These evil activated plants, when standing on the ground and standing still, at first glance look like a clump of real shrubs. Only by looking closely, you can find that the stems and leaves are dry and black, exuding a cold breath.
At the moment of tension between the two armies, General Kang Huali and his officers and soldiers had no time to focus on the bushes everywhere, until a thicket of bushes rose up in response to the command of "Snake Hand" Shaman and stepped into the roots. The lower limbs, which had to be twisted, formed a dense array, and slowly and firmly approached the Feizhen Corps before they realized that they were in ambush.
Fiji’s real army is well-trained after all. After the initial panic, he quickly calmed down in the yells of the officers, and hurriedly raised his gun to aim at the withered monsters that were stumbling forward.
Gunshots sounded one after another, and thousands of lead bullets roared through the air.
The withered monsters in the shot tremble swaying branches, but they have no flesh and blood, and the trunk will not be fatally injured even if it is penetrated by a bullet, not to mention that most of the bullets only shoot down a few dead branches and leaves. These evil activated plants In terms of, it is not painful at all.
Hundreds of withered monsters lined up on the battlefield as if they were moving barriers formed by trees, constantly absorbing the firepower poured by Fijians, and serving as a shield for the human soldiers behind them.
In fact, the role of withered monsters on the battlefield is not just as simple as a "shield".
When the army of withered monsters approached within a hundred steps of Feizhen, the "dried needle monsters" resembling pine trees in the team shook their bodies and fired needles and leaves all over the body.
The needles on the dead needle monster's body are as hard as steel cones, and the lasing power is not inferior to the crossbow. A round of volley is like a storm. Most of the small holes in the style were killed on the spot, and those who were not dead were also covered in mourning, struggling and rolling, and the grass beneath the blood.
Joan Rinkon overlooked the battlefield, paying close attention to the changes in the battle situation while still not forgetting to project the scene in front of him into the "picture mirror" for Lord Castis and Heimdall to watch.
The changes on the battlefield are both unexpected and thoughtful and reasonable.
Joan clashes with the withered monster more than once. In the past, he only felt that these evil activated plants controlled by Shaman were both hateful and pitiful. Now the former enemies have become friendly, and they even play a key role in the battlefield to turn the tide. His mood Quite tangled, I wonder if I should applaud the old enemy of "Snake Hand" Shaman.
In any case, this war completely changed Joan's concept, making him realize that he used good and evil as the standard for dividing the enemy and friend camps in the past, it is too naive...
The change on the battlefield is like a well-designed prank, reflecting a cruel sense of humor.
The Fijian riflemen who were still hanging the Midgard Colonial Corps with their range and firepower have never dreamed that the situation on the battlefield is changing so fast. In a blink of an eye, they are offended and defended. They instead become the targets of enemy snipers. .
What made the real people more frightened was that the enemy troops were not humans. They did not know where the tree-like and non-tree-like monsters came from, and they did not know how to deal with such enemies who were not afraid of shooting.
The unknown is always accompanied by fear. The Feizhen Riflemen can no longer maintain an orderly array. Facing the deadly needles that are constantly hit by raindrops, they have to retreat in panic, and the chaos spread quickly on the position like a plague.
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