Desai came under a large towering car panel, and there happened to be a pipe protruding from the gap on the side. There was another loud bang, which exploded directly in Desai's ears. It's like a market.
Desai looked around, but there was no sign of his teammates.
During the battle in Odessa, the 603 Squadron also conducted intensive shelling. The smoke once obscured the battlefield and lingered in the main square for a long time. The gunpowder used by the rebels was of poor quality, and the smoke caused by several shots and the thick smoke created by the fire spell made it difficult for everyone to distinguish north from south.
He was blessed by the elegance of the wind, and the extraordinary physique was far superior to that of ordinary people. He stretched out his hand to grab the car, and jumped and jumped over the obstacle with the double-layered heavy armor and sword and shield.
The moment he crossed the car board, he felt a slippery and sticky feeling in his hand. There was some strange liquid smeared on the van. In the absence of this liquid, the wood has been carbonized by high temperatures.
It seems that this strange slime coating allowed the rebel car array to persist in the fire... Desai heard that adult earthworms can withstand very high temperatures, relying on the strange mucus secreted from their skin, This mythical creature can even travel through magma underground, but is afraid of water.
However, how could there be such an existence as the Earth-Drilling Demonic Insect among a rebel army of several hundred people...
Desai fell to the ground before he could figure out the reason. Four rebels gathered behind the carriage, two of them were carrying a black iron pipe, and the other two were holding crossbows and looking at the smoke not knowing where to shoot.
"ah--!"
When an alert rebel saw someone coming in, he immediately shouted and was about to smash the crossbow machine in his hand. Desai didn't dodge, he clenched the one-handed ax in his hand and struck down. This ax split open the crossbow that had not yet been released, and smashed the rebel's head irresistibly, and the brain exploded with broken bones.
The four rebels without melee weapons were killed in the blink of an eye. There was also a commotion inside the vehicle formation, and it seemed that many commandos had broken through the defense line.
However, the rebels' counterattacks followed one after another, and groups of spearmen carrying short guns pressed over.
These rebel infantrymen were equipped with mail armor and shields, wore fine iron helmets, and surrounded them with two-meter-long short guns. Desai had no long weapon in his hand and no companions to support him. He hurriedly took three throwing spears from his back and threw them with his hand.
The armor-piercing spear penetrated the chest of the leading spearman without any suspense and pinned him to the ground. The splash of blood splashed onto the faces of the other rebels, even making them stunned for a moment.
Without stopping, Desai threw the other two spears one after another, killing two more people, then grabbed the one-handed ax and rushed over. Before this team was killed, the spearmen who caught up behind them were already surrounding them in an endless stream, and there were even sergeants wearing heavy armor and holding flails and halberds leading the team.
Desai stepped forward without fear. He had killed orcs and cultists, and the attacks of a few ordinary people would not frighten the elite assault cavalry troops.
His steel ax chopped down a rebel, and suddenly a strange long weapon stabbed him.
Before Desai could retract his gesture, the weapon pressed on his wrist and held it tightly. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was a spear with its shaft split to the left and right, resembling a multi-layered branch. When the spear came, the head of the spear missed, but the straight and hooked thorns on the barrel of the spear caught Desai's wrist.
The rebel soldier holding the weapon shook his hand, and Desai's one-handed ax came out. Two or three spearmen on the side circled around and poked the armored cavalry in the face.
Desai quickly blocked it with a round shield, took a few steps back, narrowly avoided the attack, and drew out his sword to slash at the two spears.
The barrel of the gun broke with the sound. After all, ordinary people's inferior spears could not stop the combination of extraordinary people and sharp swords. Desai was about to give chase when the long slit weapon struck again, almost knocking off his long sword. Then two more capable sword and shield soldiers emerged from the crowd and surrounded Desai to fight.
Such skillful cooperation!
Desai became more and more frightened as he fought. These rebels are not Extraordinary, but they are determined to fight, possess both long and shortcomings, and are both offensive and defensive. When facing Extraordinaries whose physique, strength, and agility are far superior to them, they can actually gain the upper hand as a small team.
There are actually several such small groups, maneuvering quickly from a distance to counterattack the Beyelan elite soldiers in other directions.
At this time, Beyelan's backup should have followed, but Desai saw no sign of them. The high-erected vehicle panels and the diffuse black smoke made it impossible for him to see what was going on behind him. There were groups of rebel infantry on the left and right.
The rebels first used some occult means to restrain the wizard's long-range strikes; they then used artillery to bombard Beyelan's commandos, breaking up the formation and forcing them to charge the vehicle formation; however, in the sturdy vehicle formation with complete long-range firepower Inside, well-equipped rebel infantry besieged Beyelan's heavy infantry in very flexible formations.
Such a team is actually a rebel army? !
Desai's shield was knocked away. He drew a short sword and blocked it with his long sword. As long as he held on for a while, Beyelan's infantry would rush through the smoke barrier to support him. Continuous bombardment and crossbow fire may have delayed their arrival, but they would follow. Those commandos who have not yet been killed should have the same idea. They rely on their armor and their backs against the cart to resist.
A short spear was stabbed at the waist at an angle and pierced Desai's breastplate. The rebels were well organized, but the quality of their individual soldiers was not that good, and their weapons were not sophisticated. Even if they found a flaw, they could not break through the armor. This blow only made Desai feel like he had been knocked, and his body shook. A shake.
Desai caught the attack with his armor, raised his sword and stabbed the rebel spearman in the eye. After knocking down an enemy, a gap appeared in the siege formation. Desai drew out his sword and slashed at the sergeant holding a halberd in front of him on the right. As an extraordinary person, his strength is enough to compete with the strong men among ordinary people, and the sword in his hand is also very sharp.
After a metallic collision, Ma Jian cut off the sergeant's mail, but it got stuck in the flesh of his shoulder. The sergeant who was struck by the sword screamed and fell to the ground, taking Desai's horse sword away with him. Several nearby rebel spearmen saw it, their eyes suddenly turned red, and they raised their short spears and poked at them densely.
Time is as slow as a turtle crawling. Desai felt that the shield in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and there was only a continuous stabbing sound in his ears. Although low-level Extraordinaries are stronger than ordinary people, their strength is limited, and it is difficult for them to persist for a long time in the face of continuous attacks.
Big beads of sweat rolled down his neck, and his rapid breathing echoed in the helmet.
Among the besieging crowd, Desai suddenly saw two people holding long black pipes coming towards him. The black tube does not have a butt and trigger like a matchlock gun. It only has a handle that is held horizontally in front of the body, and there is a crackling and burning match rope at the middle and rear end.
Deadly!
Desai subconsciously rolled to the left, regardless of the frontal defense. When he was in the Storm Squadron, he saw his comrades testing firearms. The firing rate was slow and not very accurate, but the armor-piercing ability was far better than that of a crossbow. According to the confessions of prisoners who were shot and wounded on the battlefield, after being hit by lead bullets from muskets, their internal organs felt like they had been hit hard, and everything from the liver to the skull began to tremble.
There are many warriors on the battlefield who are still standing despite being chopped by swords and arrows, but once they are hit by a projectile, even the powerful Beyonders cannot resist. The trauma of musket lead bullets is equivalent to that of throwing a gun. It will also break and roll inside the body, causing tragic secondary injuries.
This roll immediately exposed Desai, and he was hit on the arm immediately. The tip of the spear pierced the mail and tore off a large piece of flesh. Then a muffled sound of "bang" was heard, and a large piece of broken wood popped out of the truck behind him.
This shot stopped the battle for several seconds. The rebel spearmen seemed to be frightened by the attack of their companions, and stood still holding their short guns.
At the same time, the entire front was reminded of the gunshots one after another, followed by a series of shouts and screams. Those infantry and cavalry who were also resisting fell to pieces.
Plate armor, our plate armor cannot stop this crude weapon!
Desai felt a chill spreading from his heels to his heart. Several times he witnessed the captain beating the enemy to pieces with Judgment. At that time, he just felt very happy.
However, when this small lead shot fell on my head, it was simply...
The besieging rebels raised their guns and were about to stab them head-on. Suddenly, a group of nearby soldiers retreated in panic, turning around and running away with the soldiers along the way. In the chaos, Desai vaguely heard a sublime roar, which could not be described in words, rolling in like thunder.
"Judgement Knight!"
"The Judgment Knight is here!"
The smoke that enveloped the battlefield was dispersed by a golden light. Nona crashed into the battlefield like thunder. The moment she landed, an invisible shock wave knocked Desai and all the nearby rebels to the ground.
She had a cross sword in her right hand and a golden round shield on her left and right hands, and she was half-kneeling on one knee. As she stood up, a pale golden halo swirled, and the pressure almost dispersed the air, so intense that it was suffocating.
Four or five determined rebels raised their black hand cannons and fired a volley at her.
Nona waved her shield, and in the flash of golden light, all the projectiles flew away, smashing into the rebel team like hailstones. She held the silver cross sword tightly, raised it in front of her, and kissed the blade.
The next moment, she strode forward, then turned to run, sprinting towards the core of the rebels. In the direction of her advance, a large group of rebels had gathered to prepare for a counterattack. But Nona's sword was unstoppable, killing an entire group of enemies with every blow.
Every meter she advanced, corpses, flesh and armor fragments would pile up at her feet, forcing her to fight her way through the counterattacking rebels.
Finally, she found her purpose.
Nona suddenly accelerated and rushed towards a large car crossing the defense line. The moment she approached the target, she passed sideways, lowered her posture, and hit it from the side with her golden shield and shoulder armor.
"boom!"
A cart full of rebels was hit sideways by Nona. The five rebel artillerymen on the car flew out like toys. The cart, which weighed at least one ton, rolled and fell several meters away.
A big hole suddenly appeared in the rebels' defense line. The densely packed Beyelan infantry swarmed in layer upon layer.
