So nervous!
Although Griffith has rich combat experience and a lot of experience as a team commander, this is the first time in his life that he is commanding an operation independently, and he is leading a large group of soldiers who are ready to escape at any time.
Thousands of thoughts went through my mind. He first conceived the battle mobilization, then deduced the rebels' counterattack and his own formation, and even calculated the route for a successful pursuit and a defeated escape.
The more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became. Many thoughts were mixed together. Soldiers who were almost beggars and rogues became completely unknowable variables, turning his deduction into a mess.
Griffith always felt as if he had omitted something extremely important, but he couldn't remember it.
Although he looked fierce, in fact, his heart had already begun to beat drums, and he was extremely panicked.
If the rebels set out to intercept, Griffith's throwing gun is the only long-range firepower. The closer he got to the rebel camp, the more nervous he became, fearing that several rafts full of rebels would suddenly appear from behind the high ground and knock all his rogues into the water.
The flat-bottomed boat slowly moved towards the shore, and you could even see a lot of busy figures running around in the rebel camp. However, until the punt was within 100 yards of the high ground, there was no sign of the intercepting troops on the gentle slope of the rebel camp, and there were no flags or drums to summon the troops.
The rebels who gathered in this camp built a fence around the slope and dug no trenches. Several archers had already seen the three unmarked flat-bottomed boats. They started making a noise, took out their bows and arrows and shot at the boats randomly. But there are no excellent archers or crossbows among them, and the bows and arrows they shoot are as weak as tree branches.
A few archers can be trained with just a few people, but accurate archers who can shoot strong bows are very valuable.
The rebels were indeed a rabble.
Griffith was convinced, drew his sword and shouted:
"The thieves have not been together for a long time to cause chaos. They have not received training and orders yet. We will win without a doubt!"
The drunken soldiers looked at the second-level squad leader anxiously. No one agreed or objected, and half of them probably didn't hear what he said clearly. These people were city defenders and local scoundrels with no combat experience. They had only received simple assassination and formation training, or even no training at all. Their equipment was only a spear and a shield.
The atmosphere on the punt was a little awkward for a while.
These soldiers are related to the rebels, and I don't know what they are thinking. It was the first time for Griffith to command such a force in combat, and he was very worried that if he jumped off the ship first, the others would disperse on the spot.
He became nervous again.
If these gangsters really disperse in one go, then I won’t even be able to run away... Well, if that’s really the case, then I’ll charge alone and kill people and turn them into living zombies, five at a time, four at a time You have never seen the scene of fifty living corpses, right?
At this time, the flat-bottomed boat finally approached the shore. A group of rebels were charging from behind the fence with weapons drawn.
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"Take your spears and shields and get into the shield cart!" Griffith pulled out his sword and shouted fiercely. "After stopping the ship, push the cart down, break through their fences, and set fire to their tents. The property here is is ours!"
Some soldiers obeyed the order and got into the wooden shield car, holding the push rod tightly. This wooden punch car made of spliced birch and pear wood boards has simple protection on all sides and on the top of the head, and relies on push rods and wheels inside the body. There is also a strong battering ram at the front of the car that is used to destroy obstacles, like a square turtle.
"Bang!" The punt stopped with a muffled sound and leaned against the gentle slope of Rebel Heights.
"Let's go!" Griffith shouted. He was fully clothed, holding a halberd with an ax blade that Yang Bo found in his hand, and acted alone, urging the soldiers to open the baffle on the bow of the ship and lower the shield car.
On the arrow tower in front, the rebel archers had begun shouting and aiming arrows at him and the shield car. A burst of arrows stuck crookedly on the thick roof of the shield car, without hurting the soldiers below at all. But the soldiers who had just disembarked cowered and squirmed in place, daring not to move forward.
More than 150 city defense troops and militiamen were suppressed by arrows and dared not move on the shore.
Seeing that their shooting was effective, the rebels' morale suddenly cheered up, and the bows and arrows fired became more dense.
Griffith jumped out of the punt fully armed and took the lead in rushing towards the core of the rebels. Several feather arrows were inserted into his armor, and there was no pain at all. He grabbed a throwing gun and threw it at the leader of the incoming rebels.
In a dense rain of arrows, sharp spears shot up against the trend with a shrill whistle. The rebels who were crowded on the gentle slope all saw the flash of cold light, and the little leader who led the team let out a terrifying scream and flew backwards.
"Pong!"
The little rebel leader was nailed to the fence. After twitching twice, he spat out broken internal organs and mouthfuls of blood from his mouth. He stopped breathing in the blink of an eye.
The dense rain of arrows was a bit muted, and the rebels who stood on the low walls and towers and fired randomly felt their throats were sore, and their eyes stared at the shot leader and fell into a daze.
"Follow me!" Griffith shouted, waving his halberd and charging into the crowd of rebels.
More rebels rushed down the hillside, outflanking them from the left and right.
The sharp halberd blade swept through the unarmored crowd, causing a shower of broken limbs and blood. The rebels crowded on the gentle slope began to waver. The dying wounded soldiers rolled on the ground holding their severed hands and feet, letting out bursts of shrill howls. The dense crowd turned their heads and ran back.
Griffith cut off a limb, not pursuing a kill but trying his best to create casualties. A relatively stable group of rebels raised their shields to block the way. He spun the halberd and swung the heavy weighted ball down hard.
"Bang!"
Amidst the loud noises and screams, the shield formation was broken, and the rebels blocking Griffith's front collapsed one after another.
The soldiers crowded under the shield car finally began to move forward slowly at this time. They were close to each other, and everyone except the man pushing the cart was stabbing with his spear, like a herd of porcupines rushing into the rebel camp.
Griffith held a halberd and stabbed down another leading rebel armored soldier, then stepped aside and swept towards the enemy troops that were outflanking from nearby.
His whole body was covered with arrows, and he ran around to cover the attack of the entire squadron. The sharp halberd had a sharp blade under the head of the gun, and a fine iron weight at the tail. When he waved it, it was like an extra-long handle. of battle ax. This unique weapon functioned both as a command flag and as an ax gun to cover the flanks and gaps of the battle line at critical moments.
The halberd makes a roar of wind when it is waved. Although it is not as easy to control as a lance, it is terrifyingly lethal. Griffith raged through the crowd like a storm, almost unstoppable.
"Boom!" The tower on one side suddenly made a loud noise. This building was originally built very hastily, and it soon disintegrated under the impact of the shield car and the trampling of the rebels above. The rebel archers who were unable to dodge were immediately buried in the rubble.
As soon as this tower collapsed, the rebels on nearby towers also found that they could not block the attack of the army. They began to panic, abandoned their weapons and fled down the arrow tower.
The pressure on Griffith's team immediately eased. The militia composed of border guards and rogues had knocked down the outer fence, then rushed out of the shield vehicle and rushed into the rebel camp outside.
"Wow!"
Hundreds of rebels shouted and huddled among the tents and fences.
The city defense troops and militia did not pursue or fight, but joined a large group of chaotic rebels in fighting for bottles and cans in houses and tents.
They looted some shabby clothes and wine bottles, threw them into wooden barrels and carried them on their shoulders. They were soon attracted by scattered copper candlesticks and dinner plates, and started fighting with each other over a few bags of flour.
Both sides fell into uncontrollable chaos.
Griffith was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Although he also expected that his subordinates would soon lose their organization, this happened too quickly.
If you want to rob, shouldn't you grab something valuable? ?
At this time, a rebel leader strode over with a group of his men, waving in the direction of the shield car and the official army, "Come on! There are not many of them!"
This leader was wearing shining silver plate armor and a red robe on his shoulders, and he strode forward accompanied by a group of armored rebels. He is majestic, majestic and powerful. The rebels, wearing armor and carrying a large red flag, followed closely behind. Just by standing there, they attracted the attention of nearby people.
The chaotic rebels saw their commander and flag, and even began to become brave and active. Some turned around to fight with the city defense forces.
Enemy commander! It couldn't have come at a better time! Griffith was not afraid of backlash and shouted to the soldiers who had not dispersed too far around him: "Form a circle!"
This wave of menacing rebels was obviously stronger than the previous ones. In the blink of an eye, they killed several militiamen running around, and even showed a faint tendency to encircle and counterattack.
After being attacked by this group of rebels, the soldiers led by Griffith subconsciously crowded into several small circular formations, and fought in panic with wooden guns and shields.
The circular formation is also a very simple requirement for the weak infantry. This formation that gives up mobility is just to hold the position, as long as everyone stands on the spot and raises their weapons outwards.
Hundreds of rebels gathered together and attacked the hedgehog-like circular formation from all directions. The ranks of the city defense army began to waver immediately.
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We were surrounded, which was great! Griffith was ecstatic. Hundreds of rebels had formed a large circle, shouting and testing under the command of the armored leader.
The rebels and the surrounded city defenders clashed with each other with spears in their hands. As soon as the gun heads of both sides crossed each other, they hurriedly withdrew their weapons, and then shouted incomprehensible syllables at the top of their lungs.
The rebels had the upper hand in numbers, and their roars overwhelmed the city defenders. The soldiers around Griffith all turned pale, and their shouts became lowered. There was even a circular formation that collapsed under the horrifying shouts. Several city defenders dropped their weapons and begged for their lives, but in the blink of an eye they were killed along with their comrades by the rushing rebels.
The rebel's armored leader and five armored soldiers stood under the red flag, looking at the situation in front of the formation with satisfaction. According to observations at the scene, our own side's shouts have gained the upper hand, and it won't be long before the momentum of the officers and soldiers collapses.
At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed out of the circle. The halberd in his hand blocked the thrust of the spear, followed by a dazzling sweep.
"Ah!" The soldiers fighting everywhere and the rebels watching the battle in the distance exclaimed, and they all denounced this man for not following the rules.
Griffith took advantage of the brief moment when he blocked the spear thrust and swept his halberd towards the five or six rebels in front of him. These rebels were concentrating on gesticulating with their spears and shouting at the top of their lungs, when suddenly they encountered an unruly guy.
The ax blade and gun head slit the throats of two people, swept the shoulders and chests of the other two, and the four rebels fell back in unison.
Griffith made a backhand spin, crossed his hands, and the halberd's blade swept away like a whirlwind. Many rebel gunmen who were crowded together were unable to dodge and were knocked to the ground by this rotating cold light.
"ah--!!!"
The screams one after another suddenly drowned out the shouts on the battlefield. The rebel soldiers, who had been just farmers and bandits not long ago, pressed their wounds and screamed. They only had a piece of rags on them, and unstoppable blood gushed out from under the rags that were blown open by the halberd.
The rebels gathered around Griffith were shaken for a moment, pushing and shoving in a panic to avoid the whirlwind of death. The dense crowd turned into a harvested wheat field in the blink of an eye.
Griffith didn't even look at the defeated bandit army, and rushed toward the armored leader not far away with his halberd.
"Kill him!" the armored leader shouted, and the four guards around him rushed forward with swords and shields in hand. The four of them covered each other in two groups, waiting to parry Griffith's halberd before killing him.
Griffith suddenly stood still, thrust his halberd into the ground, took off a throwing spear from his back less than 10 meters away from the sword and shield soldier, and threw it towards the leading sword and shield soldier.
"Bang!" The shield was pierced by the spear, and the sword and shield soldier behind screamed and fell down.
The screams had just started, and the second spear had already roared past. The sword and shield soldiers were shot through another person without even looking at what happened.
Griffith waved his arm, and the third spear shot out like a storm. The sword and shield wielder who was about to rush in front of him was reduced to only one person in the blink of an eye.
Three consecutive shots.
The throwing gun that Griffith carried was used at this time. Although it is not as subtle as Elf Archery, it has powerful armor-breaking and lethality at medium and short range.
There are many armored warriors on the battlefield who are still shouting and fighting fiercely despite being hit by several arrows. However, if they are shot through by a two-finger-diameter spear, even if they do not die immediately, the blood and strength of their whole body will be shattered.
Griffith dodged lightly to avoid the sword and shield soldier's slashing, took out the feather sword from his waist and stabbed it into the sword and shield soldier's waist. The rebel immediately convulsed, huddled and fell down.
These four sword and shield soldiers were all the bodyguards of the armored leader. They must have been powerful and famous warriors among this group of rebels, but they were all knocked down as soon as they met.
The shouts and clashes of weapons on the hillside stopped completely, and hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the actions of Griffith and the armored leader.
"Go on!" Griffith added a sword to the sword and shield soldier who fell to the ground, pulled out the halberd stuck on the ground, and nodded towards the armored leader.
"Kill!" Another armored leader rushed out from the rebel army and struck at him with a giant axe. Griffith hit him in the calf with a halberd, knocking him to the ground, and then stabbed him in the throat and killed him.
The armored leader shook his shoulders. His burly body was covered with fine armor, he held a long sword and iron shield in his hand, and his aura was like a hill.
"Extraordinary?" The armored leader asked in a buzzing voice, slowly approaching.
Griffith did not answer him, but looked at his armor with bright eyes, as if thinking about where to eat his own steak.
The front of the rebel leader's breastplate is made of a single piece of thick, ridged polished steel, with five stacked flexible steel plates underneath to protect the abdomen. The shape of the back armor is the same, and the pharynx protects the collarbone and neck. The shoulder armor is a forged arc-shaped steel plate, connected downwards with several pieces of slat armor. The inside of the arm is also protected by slat armor. The arm armor is connected by rivets and belts.
The breastplate and back armor are made of several strips of fine steel, and are fixed on the back with belts and rivets. The protective effect far exceeds that of mail armor and leather armor, and it is easy to repair. The perfect structure can be flexibly embedded with gems and crystals containing magic power, and the flexibility is also very good.
This turned out to be a pair of Anima breastplates, authentic Verona classical fine armor, an heirloom of an unknown nobleman, with smooth lines and perfect arcs. It was undoubtedly the first-class plate armor craftsmanship.
This is a very good knight armor, with just the right weight and maximum structural optimization while retaining defensive power, which can make the battle between knights and horses longer lasting. Although its shape has been replaced by the latest plate armor, the anima breastplate is still an excellent armor.
The breastplate, polished to a silvery sheen, reflects in the sunlight with a dazzlingly beautiful metallic texture. Skilled armor masters even made gold-coated copper on the edge of the armor, silver rose and eagle reliefs, and the eye-catching badge on the upper chest was engraved with golden eagle and military flag patterns.
Such a rare fine armor would appear in such a rebel camp. It was a fate destined by God!
What's even more wonderful is that this breastplate is worn on the enemy's body.
In a flash of lightning, Griffith fully appreciated this fine armor with the most critical eye and recalled the deeds of heroes in ancient myths.
In that mythical era, heroes fought under the gaze of God, and the victor stripped off the loser's armor and declared glory!
Here comes my breastplate!
Griffith's eyes were filled with embarrassment, and his fighting spirit was boiling.
He held a halberd and moved his body keeping a distance from the rebel leader:
"Sequence 8, second-level commando cavalry squad leader, Griffith Blanton,
"What is your name?"
"Mosmok, the former chief centurion of the First Legion of Verona," the leader held a long sword and raised a round iron shield in front of him, his steps firm and steady, "Sequence 8 Barrier Breaker."
"Then, let's fight!"
Hundreds of rebels and city defenders watched the showdown between their leaders with bated breath.
They have no doubt that this will be a decisive battle.
The drummers beat the rumbling war drums, and the hillside rolled like thunder.
"Mosmok!"
"Mosmok!"
"Dong dong dong!"
"Mosmok, dong dong dong!"
Mosmok was the daring of all the troops, and hundreds of people roared in unison, striking the ground with swords, spears, and axes.
Uniform roars rolled in, like an overwhelming force.
Griffith raised his halberd high above his head, drawing a silver arc and slashing towards Mosmok, who raised his shield to resist.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the onlookers' rebels all took half a step back under the terrifying pressure. Griffith's halberd was blocked by the iron shield.
At the same time, Mosmok used his left hand to deflect the halberd, abandoned his shield and slashed towards the flaw in Griffith's flank. His full blow was fierce, and blood glistened on the blade.
What a big gap in posture! How could the assault cavalry be so careless? Mosmok saw that Griffith's lower left side was full of flaws, and he swung his knife to kill him without hesitation.
A white ice shield suddenly appeared in front of the long knife. Mosmok was shocked, but the attack of the long knife had been blocked by the ice shield. The ice immediately shattered, and sharp ice fragments were ejected. The remaining force of the long knife broke through the mail, chopped it into pieces, and embedded itself deeply into Griffith's waist and abdomen.
Mosmok was about to drag the blade, but he felt like he was clamped by steel and couldn't move at all. The extremely cold air suddenly hit me, confining my hands and feet, and I couldn't retreat for a while.
In shock, Griffith pressed his left hand with lightning speed, holding down the long knife embedded in the armor muscles on his waist, took out his feather fencing sword and stabbed Mosmok's eye socket.
"Uh, uh..." Mosmok's eyes widened in disbelief. In such an extraordinary person with such thick blood, ice magic can still appear continuously.
Griffith drew out his sword and wiped it on Mosmok's throat.
There was a gurgling sound in Mosmok's throat, and it was impossible to get an answer to his question. Amid the thunderous shouts, he twitched and fell backwards.
The neat growl stopped suddenly.
The drumming stopped, and only a particularly dedicated drummer was still beating the drums. After a moment, he realized the strangeness of the coldness and stopped the drumsticks in surprise.
it's over?
Is this the end?
Master Mosmok unexpectedly... The rebel army that had just revitalized suddenly died down.
The densely packed rebels on the hillside stared at this scene dumbfounded, as if they were dreaming and had an unreal feeling.
Griffith's waist was so numb that he could hardly stand up. In order to kill the leader as quickly as possible, he deliberately used a flaw, and then relied on the three layers of defense of ice shield, leather armor and mail armor to take a heavy blow, and then counterattacked with the frozen nova, liquidation and corrupted feather swords, killing him with one sword.
Although leather armor and mail armor have good protection against piercing damage, they have poor protection against blunt objects and heavy blows.
He endured the trembling pain, took off his old leather armor casually, took off Mosmok's breastplate and put it on his upper body, cut off his head, put it on the halberd and raised it high.
A few seconds ago, the shouts were loud, and the dripping sound of sweat rolling down could be heard quietly in the noisy rebel camp. There were faint bloody starlights falling from the clear sky, falling on Griffith, and there was muffled thunder rolling in the air.
In the distant thunder, Griffith had a vague feeling of strangeness, as if some kind of shackles were loosening.
He raised Mosmok's head high with his halberd, pointed his sword forward, and scanned the rebels with his cold eyes.
Under this fierce light, the archers did not draw their bows, the drummers were in shock and doubt, and hundreds of foot soldiers held their breath, not knowing what to do.
The muffled thunder came from far to near, and Griffith looked up to the sky and roared amidst the bursts of roar:
“Verona!
"Who can fight with me?"
The muffled thunder suddenly turned into shocking thunder. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the sun and electric snakes rolled.
Griffith pointed his sword at the Xishan rebels and shouted: "You dare to fight!"
The rebels all retreated, and even the border guards and militia were terrified.
He pointed his long halberd at Dongpo and threatened in a stern voice: "Can we come and decide life and death together!?"
The rebel formation was shaken, panicked and embarrassed.
Griffith threw off his head, struck at the hundreds of people around him, wielded his sword and wielded his halberd, and drove the rebel group on the top of the slope north:
“Verona!
"Watch me break the army!"
