The supervising team carried more than 1,000 bloody Feida human heads and rode war horses through the two teams. Their twisted expressions and bloody heads shocked everyone present.
The only thing left before the slaves is to fight to the end.
"Kill all the nobles and slave owners who oppress us, and capture their emperor Busoz alive!" a leader shouted.
There was a deafening echo from the crowd, and the echo was like a sharp arrow piercing the heart of Emperor Busozzi, who was 500 meters away. His body was shaking, his expression was extremely hateful and sinister, and he looked at the man next to him. A general, the general nodded to him respectfully.
A horn sounded from the canyon, there was a change in the Guards Corps, and the attack began.
"Air Corps, attack!"
Following the general's order, about 5,000 large birds flew out from the Guards Corps. They were as big as a small airplane, vibrating their powerful wings and roaring into the sky.
There are three Feida soldiers sitting on the back of each big bird. One Feida soldier holds the reins and controls the big bird, and the other holds a heavy crossbow and sits on the back of the last soldier. There is a cage made of rattan, with dozens of round spherical objects inside. There is a long fuse on the top of the spherical objects.
This is an explosive similar to dynamite. The can contains a liquid and highly flammable substance. This substance is a unique substance on Feida. It is produced from the methane lake in its Antarctic region. The main ingredients are a mixture of methane and acetylene.
In the blink of an eye, 5,000 big birds flew above the two slave resistance armies. The former was like a dark cloud hanging over the latter, so dense that it could not see the sky.
"Come on! Kill a soldier and you will be rewarded with 5 hectares of fertile land! Kill a noble or slave owner and you will be rewarded with 50 Fida Star Stones!" The leader of the resistance shouted loudly, waving the sharp sword in his hand.
As a cry of killing resounded throughout the valley, the two slave rebels rushed forward like a flood that had released its gates, holding their swords and guns high...
"Wow!" A black flag fell from the hand of the messenger. This was an order for the air corps to attack.
The fuses of more than 5,000 spherical explosives were ignited, and they fell from the sky like raindrops to the running slaves. The moment they touched the slaves or the ground, huge fireballs rose into the sky, and in an instant they A raging fire started.
More than 5,000 fireballs exploded in the crowd almost simultaneously. The raging shock wave was mixed with the scattered fire, spreading in all directions like a hurricane. The slaves were either blown away or turned into ashes in the fire several meters high. .
Fiery fire burned the earth and scorched the sky, and screams resounded throughout the canyon. This place became a place of hell.
While the throwers on the big bird were attacking, the crossbowmen in front of it also started shooting indiscriminately. Black clouds of arrows fell from the sky. After screams, countless slaves fell to the ground. on the ground.
After the attack, about three-fifths of the charging slaves were lost. Facing the raging fire and raindrops of arrows, the slaves were frightened. They either lay on the ground or ran towards the rear.
"Whoosh whoosh..." A hail of arrows came from behind. The returning slaves were struck by arrows and fell to the ground. Those who attacked them were their own team of supervisors.
The slaves were desperate. Now, there was only one way before them, and that was to continue charging. Retreating meant death. Charging might be able to
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Survive by chance.
"Kill!"
The slaves regrouped and rushed towards the Guards Corps again like a tide...
At the same time, the rebels sent another team holding shields to join the charge. The number of people in this team was twice that of the previous one.
The shield effectively withstood the arrows fired by the aerial legions above their heads. Although they were attacked by dense fireballs during the charge and lost about 20% of the charging force, the slaves still successfully advanced more than 300 meters.
At this moment, the two sides were only 200 meters apart.
The general of the Guards Corps was riding on a tall horse. He stared at the approaching slave army like a tide with cold eyes. He slowly raised his hand.
"Prepare the catapult!"
Following the general's order, more than 3,000 catapults were pushed to the forefront of the Guards Corps. The rolling wheels rolled over the gravel-filled canyon, making a dull and neat sound.
A pile of fist-sized stones was placed on the pallet of the catapult. The soldier holding the rope in his hand was waiting seriously and looking ahead. The two soldiers who were transporting the stones at the rear held the pile of stones tightly and waited. for the next launch.
When the slave army marched to about 150 meters away from the Guards Regiment, "Suddenly!" a yellow flag in the hand of the messenger fell.
With a burst of mechanical sound, the catapult's launch mechanism was triggered, and densely packed stones flew towards the two resistance armies like a dark cloud covering the sky.
"Hidden!" shouted a charging rebel general.
"Hua Hua Hua..." Countless wooden shields were raised, and the slaves hid under the shields.
In the air, dense rocks fell from the sky like cannonballs. They almost blocked half of the sky, and the darkness was like a rapidly falling meteorite array, turbulent and dense.
The whistling sound produced by the friction of the stones against the air is like the ghostly sound made by the ghost from hell, which is frightening.
As the sound gradually grew louder, tens of thousands of fist-sized stones hit the slaves at high speed. After bursts of loud "crackling" noises, the shields in the hands of the slaves were either punctured with big holes or smashed in half. .
"Archers, prepare!" the general of the Guards Corps roared.
As soon as he finished speaking, 10,000 archers marched to the front of the legion in neat steps. They drew their bows and arrows and aimed their arrows at the slaves who were avoiding the stone attack.
After three waves of stone arrays were projected, there were not many shields left in the hands of the slaves, and about 20% of the slaves were killed by stones.
This is what the general wanted. In the absence of shield cover, the charging slaves had no cover, and they became living targets for the archers to shoot at will.
"Wow!" A small red flag fell, and with a sharp whistling sound, 10,000 arrows rushed high into the sky...
After a brief silence, dense clusters of arrows were fired at the unsuspecting slaves with the sound of sharp wind. The screams continued in the canyon, miserable and wailing.
After three waves of arrows, the charging slave army lost another 30%, but their number was too great. There were still more than 90,000 of them. The slaves who reacted continued to rush forward. At this moment, the two sides were only about 50 meters apart. About meters.
"Heavy cavalry is ready!"
30,000 men armed with spears and wearing heavy armor
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The heavy cavalry formed nine columns and slowly moved to the front of the legion. As a blue flag fell from the hand of the orderer, 30,000 armored horses rushed toward them amidst bursts of neighing sounds. Oncoming slaves...
The galloping war horses stirred up dust that filled the empty canyon. The heavy cavalry on the war horses bent their waists slightly, holding long and barbed spears and whizzing away like a gust of wind.
In just 5 seconds, the fronts of both sides met head-on. After a "crackling" collision sound, 30,000 heavy cavalry in heavy armor rushed into the queue of the slave army.
The sharp spears pierced the bodies of the slaves, and the heavily armored horses knocked over slaves one after another. The heavy cavalry, like tanks, entered an uninhabited land and opened up the queue of slaves with the force of a tiger descending the mountain. One long bloody road after another.
Corpses lay everywhere on the bloody road, lying prone.
Nine columns of heavy cavalry swept through the two slave armies like heavy bulldozers. The latter was washed to pieces. Nine huge gaps made of corpses appeared on the open surface of the entire canyon. The former went deep into the canyon. The latter end of the queue.
After that, the 30,000 heavily armored cavalry turned their horses and thundered past from behind to the front. Where they passed, a large number of slaves fell to the collision of the guns and horses.
A loud horn sounded, and the Guards Corps launched the final general attack. 50,000 infantrymen holding spears and scimitars rushed like a strong wind toward the wailing slave army.
With the remaining power of the heavy cavalry, the infantry rushed into the battle zone. The two passed each other, and the place they passed was like a hacksaw cutting everything along the way. Under their feet were the broken limbs of the slaves, and they were surrounded by constant attacks. After killing the slaves, the infantry wielded spears and machetes and harvested one living life after another like chopping melons and vegetables.
The slaves had completely lost their will to fight, and they became the targets of being arbitrarily hacked and hunted.
After a fierce fight, the entire battlefield suddenly became quiet. Blue blood gathered into a knee-deep river, and the river was littered with floating corpses.
In this battle, the two charging slave columns were completely wiped out, with losses of nearly 200,000 people, while the Guards only suffered less than a thousand casualties.
Despite the huge casualties, the combined number of the two slave armies still numbered one million. However, the disparity in casualties still shocked the slaves. They learned the sharp and effective systematic combat of the Guards Corps.
However, the numerical advantage is a factor that cannot be ignored after all. The leaders of the two slave armies thought of a collective charge, hoping to use their numerical advantage to make up for their weapon disadvantages and tactical passivity.
Now, there are three factors in the rapidly changing battlefield that are beneficial to the slave army, which were created by the lives of 200,000 slaves.
First, after being soaked in blood, the battlefield is already muddy, which will greatly limit the mobility of the heavy cavalry. They will not be able to charge into the battle as quickly and calmly as before.
Secondly, the piles of corpses will also provide strong cover for the slaves who charge again. Once dense arrow clusters fall from the sky, the corpses will be a good cover.
Also, if the Guards Corps continued to invest in air raids on the charging slaves, the knee-deep blood would instantly extinguish those spherical explosives.
"All charges!"
After the two leaders finished speaking, millions of slaves rushed towards the Guards Corps like a raging tide, and the whole earth trembled...
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