(I wish my book friends a happy Double Day, a smooth work and a happy life. By the way, I am not a fan of the update, so I really can’t write more. Lao Hei, I am not a full-time book writer, I have to go to work. I have to get up from 9 to 5 every day, and at 6 o’clock in the morning, make breakfast for my son, and then send him to school, and then to work... Please forgive me, Lao Hei thanks!)

The main force of the Porcelain Kingdom only rests temporarily here. Although the camp is built according to military rules, it pays more attention to the reasonable allocation of space and ground, but does not achieve strict wartime protection.

After all, there are too many people, and with a huge amount of military supplies, the camp itself is almost a mobile city.

There are only a few wooden walls built on the terrain. On the periphery of the camp, vehicles filled with materials are basically placed side by side, forming obstacles. This extensive camp construction behavior cannot be said to be wrong. After all, there is still a distance between the main force and the vanguard legion, so Viscount Monio’s military can be seen by all. In private occasions, he is called the "Golden Ferris God of War" by many people. It is almost impossible for generals who can afford such praise to fail. In other words, the main force that follows closely behind will not be in danger.

The cruel reality shows that everything is wrong.

The burly and strong barbarians held long-handled battle axe and chopped the outer wall like crazy. The thick wooden stakes were like weak women without resistance. They turned into pieces under the ravage of this violent force. As long as two or three gaps were broken in the middle of the wooden wall, the giants behind them flocked to the top of the wooden stake with a strong rope, gritted their teeth, and pulled them open, quickly expanding the entrance.

The trailer loaded with cargo was extremely heavy, and it required at least two horses to pull. Under the fearful gaze of Marquis Elken, the violent giants grabbed the wooden carts piled up as walls of the camp outside the camp. They each carried or pulled each other, and in an instant, tearing the seemingly dense obstacles into pieces, with gaps everywhere.

A group of wolves rushed into the flock in an instant.

No, that is not a wolf, but a lion that is ten times more ferocious than a wild wolf!

They waved long swords and battle axes and slashed every target wantonly. The rain had a certain impact on the battle, but it was not large overall. Giants with an average height of more than three meters were almost one-sided slaughtering white people about 1.8 meters without considering the difference in weapon generation.

An unexpected white soldier was knocked away by the giant rushing towards him, screaming and flying backwards several meters away. Before he could struggle to get up from the ground, dozens of giants who were storming and rushing forward had already run closer. They obviously did not target the white man who fell to the ground, but everyone stepped on the poor guy with full of malice.

The head, chest, and especially the abdomen that lack protection. The musketeers of the Kingdom of Gorgeous Flower were only equipped with light leather armor. Except for the steel protective layer on the chest and left shoulder, the rest were cloth uniforms. The dense giants swarmed in from outside the camp, and the soldiers who fell to the ground never got up again. His stomach was scattered, and blood mud and flesh were squeezed out from his mouth, nose, ears, and even eyes until his abdomen ruptured and his internal organs that could not withstand the pressure flowed out.

The sharp long sword was waving in the air, and the force beyond imagination activated the terrible weapon. The white soldiers who were not in time to escape were cut into two from the middle.

Giant light infantry are very flexible, and the rain cannot cause visual obstacles to them. With their keen hearing and smell, they accurately determine the location of the target, such as agile cheetah pounced over, waving the round shield tied to their left arm to open the personality next to them, holding the sword in their right hand, stabbing or slashing, and reaping life at an astonishing speed.

Yes, smell has become an important help in guiding giants to find their goals. There is an unusual smell on white people, mainly from sweat glands. This is a genetic characteristic left over from the civilization era and may never change.

The entire camp was in chaos.

Although the white officers were panicked, they still maintained an essential sanity. They pulled out their commanding swords and shouted at the soldiers running around in the rain. With their personal prestige and the crazy supervising force of killing people, they kept gathering groups of all sizes.

"Don't panic, giants are not scary. They are also humans, at most they are taller than us. As long as they aim at the keys and shoot, they will die."

"Damn it, don't run around. Think about the training you have received, quickly line up and shoot in turn."

"Shoot! You damn idiots, haven't you seen the giant rushing over? Shoot!"

No matter how much urging it, it is useless. Panic will only cause people's hearts to become more chaotic, which will affect personal speed and movement. Although the soldiers completed the array under the command of the officer, when they loaded gunpowder into the barrel, they almost immediately thought of a key problem. It is raining now, and it is difficult to ignite the fire, not to mention that the medicine rope has been soaked in the rain, and even if it is lit, it cannot be fired.

Marquis Elken was anxious to see on the lookout. He stamped his feet and kept scolding: "Shoot, shoot quickly! These damn idiots, are you all brainless pigs?"

There was no rain in the observation deck, and the anxious Marquis completely forgot about the rain.

The adjutant stepped forward quickly and said hurriedly: "Sir, our mesh gun cannot be fired on rainy days. The giants chose the attack time to be too good."

Elken suddenly woke up. He quickly issued an order: "Hurry, order all the halberds to push them up. Also, immediately send someone to contact Monio's Pioneer Legion. What is he doing? He has not been able to eliminate the giants for such a long time, and even let these barbaric guys go around and attack... He ordered the Pioneer Legion to return to the rescue immediately, attack forward and backward, and kill these bold giants."

Until now, the Marquis still felt that this was just a small-scale giant attack force. After all, the marching route of the Pioneer Legion was the same as the main force of the Prague Kingdom, and there was no early warning from the Pioneer Legion from the beginning to the end. This means that even if the distance between Viscount Monio and the main force was not absolutely safe, there would be no large-scale giant army.

The adjutant immediately turned around and ran down the stairs to convey the order.

The giants' offensive in the rain became even more fierce, and they did fight a beautiful attack. In just over ten minutes, at least three thousand unexpected white musketeers were killed. This was only the loss caused by hand-to-hand combat, and the casualties caused by long-range artillery fire were not counted.

Shi Xin launched a charge with 10,000 infantrymen.

As the commander and the confidant of the Lion King, his name sounds a bit strange. In fact, what Shi Xin really wants is the word "heart". Unfortunately, it has been occupied by other royal members, so he has no choice but to choose a homophonic.

The hard iron armor was cold on his body. Apart from a piece of underwear to prevent skin wear, Shi Xin carried only weapons and kettles. The thick arm armor covered the mark on his arm, and it was impossible to judge that he was a head of ten thousand people by the most eye-catching sign. However, the armor style was very different from that of ordinary soldiers, which made him a target for many white people to focus on.

With a silent sneer, Shi Xin blocked the round shield horizontally, bounced off the knife that a white soldier cut, rushed over, crossed the opponent with amazing agility and speed, quickly turned around, pressed down with his left hand, tied the collar on the back of the opponent's neck, and swept horizontally with the knife in his right hand, drew a fine blood line at the man's throat.

It felt like slaughtering a fanged pig that had just come out of her womb and was only half a year old. Shi Xin bent his upper body, his eyes looked opposite through the helmet armor, and he felt a bloodthirsty beast roaring in his body, and he could only be released through killing.

Marquis Elken's order was being implemented. The white musketeers outside the camp were killed and injured, but they did not die in vain. At least they bought time for the people behind. Just in the distance where Shi Xin's eyes swept, tens of thousands of halberd soldiers had completed the array combination, divided into thick square arrays, and counterattacked here.

"Everyone is ready." Shi Xin took back the sword, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood stained on the back of the knife. Looking at the white soldiers holding long spears in the distance, he let out a hideous laugh: "Attack formation, heavy infantry are in front, kill with me!"

Behind him, hundreds of personal guards immediately formed a triangular attack formation with Shi Xin as the core. The raid was effective, and the subsequent troops were pouring in from the broken wooden fence. The messenger quickly occupied the high platform, waving flags to send signals to the followers behind him, and the well-trained lion infantry concentrated in this direction. As long as Shi Xin made some moves, they immediately started charging.

Although it seems that the number of white halberds on the opposite side is far greater than that on their own, Shi Xin is fearless. Although he is a member of the Lion tribe, he has received short-term military training taught by the Regent of the Dragon tribe these days. It is mainly related theories and tactics. The legend of the young His Highness has always been circulating in the lion tribe. The story of making his fortune from the bottom of society has made all listeners excited. The barbarians in the north have always admired brave and wise. After Tianhao's personal teaching, Shi Xin recognized him as the incarnation of bravery and wisdom, and admired it to the extreme.

"Don't be afraid, although there are many white people, they are not our opponents." Shi Xin finally checked the weapons and equipment on his body, and in a tone of a disciplined tone, he ordered his followers around him: "His Highness the Regent of the Dragon Clan said that they could not shoot on rainy days. Today, now, this is our home court."

The soldiers who followed the general were all elite. They found it difficult to understand the profound military theories, but they understood the easy-to-understand explanation. The key was that "white people could not shoot."

The distance of about 100 meters was not an obstacle in Shi Xin's opinion. He still used a round shield to open the long halberd that was stabbing straight in, blocking the side with his right sword and pushing it away with force, and then chopping it with the momentum, cutting the entire head of the long halberd hand that had no time to adjust his posture directly opposite and cut in half.

The white soldier did not cry out as he imagined and fell down. With his head cracked, he actually pulled back the long halberd. This sudden change subverted Shi Xin's perception. He was stunned for a moment and failed to adjust his movements in time. The tip of the halberd, which was backed by the back, pierced into the gap of the left shoulder armor from behind, tearing his skin and piercing deep into the muscles.

"asshole!"

Shi Xin roared violently. He ignored the enlarged wound on his shoulders and rushed forward suddenly, pulling the tip of the halberd from his back with a strong speed, and slashed the white soldiers on the opposite side with a backhand.

This is irrational. According to common sense, this level of damage is enough to kill the other party on the spot. Shi Xin also felt that the power of the long halberd that was hooking from behind was rapidly weakening. This means that the white long halberd hand has actually reached a dying state, and is just fighting back with the last strength.

The sword was stable and without any deviation, and cut off the neck of the white halberd hand along the trajectory. Seeing the ragged head falling to the ground, Shi Xin then rushed to the next target. But just as he raised the knife again, he saw the headless body that had completely lost the pillar of life and was supposed to be dead again. He actually held the halberd tightly and made a mechanical slashing action.

What kind of monster is this?

The indescribable shock and fear spread in his heart, forcing Shi Xin to increase the strength in his hands and wave the knife to look at his new opponent with a force of 30% exceeding the usual 30%.

The wound on his back released severe pain due to squeezing and tearing, and Shi Xin, who killed the next target, trembled slightly. He felt the strong danger from these fierce and fearless white soldiers on the front.

A shrill scream came from beside him. Without looking back, Shi Xin knew that he was one of his followers.

"These white men are not right." Shi Xin was stabbed by a long halberd on his left leg. He rushed over like a wounded beast, splitting the white man who dared to hurt him from his shoulder to his abdomen, and warned the others with a fierce and violent roar: "Attacking their vitals, you must kill them directly! Cut off their heads!"

These white people don't seem to be afraid of being hurt?

The questions in his mind became deeper and deeper. Shi Xin felt that his body was getting heavier and his physical strength was losing sharply. But at this time, three long halberds stared at him. The three people formed the word "和" and attacked each other. The leader should be an officer. His face was gloomy, and the three long halberds just formed an angle, firmly locking Shi Xin.

Trying to use a shield to block the long halberd that was stabbed from the left, Shi Xin, who was panting, could only roll to the ground in a mess in a mess. As soon as he supported himself with his knees, he saw the white officer stabbing towards his head with a long halberd.

Shi Xin suddenly had cold hands and feet——The distance was too close to avoid it.

I have to die here!

A huge force suddenly came from his shoulders, dragging Shi Xin backwards. All this was too fast. Shi Xin couldn't see who saved him, but only saw that it was a tall figure. The man held a unique rifle of the dragon clan in his hand and pointed the trigger at the white officer. After the flames and harsh roar, a big hole was blown out in the chest of the white officer on the opposite side, and his armor and flesh were all blown away, his ribs were shattered, revealing a little residual heart, and a bunch of red alveoli.

He stumbled forward for a few steps, loosened his hands and fell off his halberd.
Chapter completed!