"Spout!"

Now it was the turn of the city gate garrison to counterattack. The spears of spears with a half-meter long were dropped down, with a small number of them, but they caused the largest casualties since the night attack.

This kind of medium and short range throwing weapon can't match the lethality of bows and arrows. Even the heavy armored warrior is like paper in front of it, not to mention the light armor of the night attacker. Once it is shot, it will be a big hole. If it does not die, it will lose its combat power on the spot. The possibility of surviving is almost zero.

This level of casualties obviously cannot shake the firm will of the night attacker. No one hesitated and rushed wildly.

"Strike!"

Although the mountain pig Alves was a little stubborn, he was quite keen on the fighter plane. At night attackers were still twenty or thirty steps away from their military formation. They ignored the dense rain of arrows above their heads and issued an order to take the initiative.

Waiting for work depends on the situation.

If the hundred-man guards he led were spearmen, he would definitely set up dense arrays of spears. Not to mention that the group of infantry wearing light armor rushed towards the opposite side, even if a group of knights came, he would have to pay a heavy price.

If he was leading a group of pure shield soldiers, he would set up a shield formation like an iron barrel, let the opponent's head break through and then take the initiative to attack.

But now he is leading a guard who is good at close combat, especially when he has an absolute advantage in equipment, he cannot wait for the opponent to rush forward and take the initiative to fully utilize his advantages.

When the two collided, it seemed that the earth was trembling. It was not only a collision between the body, weapons, and armor, but also a collision between the two wills. One side swears to protect the death and the other side swears to destroy the city to the death.

The roar of hoarseness, the roar of swords and the splattering of hot blood... formed the most cruel scene of war, and the battle began to heat up.

The one-sided massacre that the mountain pig Alves imagined did not appear. The night attackers looked desperate. When they really fought each other, they did not exchange their lives for life, but were like monkeys, circling around them.

The dagger has no rules, but it is so cunning and sharp that it is very cunning and drills into all gaps in the armor. These places are often the key points of the body's joints. Once they are hit, even if they are not fatal, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Regardless of the others, the pig himself felt it, had been poked three times on his neck, his left arm and elbows were all over, and his right shoulders were twice. As for the calf and waist, he could not count the number of times he had been hit.

If the chain mail inside hadn't been well-made, he would have climbed to the ground now. Even so, his left hind leg would have caused him to feel blood. Now when he walks, he no longer has the attitude of being arrogant. His former equipment advantage, which he had previously been complacent, turned into their disadvantage - flexibility cannot be compared with the other party.

Since he was able to hold the sword, the mountain pig had already started fighting. There were countless battles he had seen. This was the first time he had experienced such a frustrated fighting style in front of him. He really wanted to yell loudly. Is this a war? Or a monkey? Are these guys a group of thieves? Why are they so flexible?

The mountain pig Alves was not satisfied with his results because his expectations were too high at the beginning. In fact, the night attackers died heavily, and their flexible tactic was to dance on the tip of the knife.

In other words, their fault tolerance rate is far lower than that of the heavily armored city gate garrison. The opponent still jumps around after several consecutive hits. If they fail once, they may lose their lives.

“Get together!”

Alves changed his tactics. Since you are good at flexibility, I will compress your activity space. I think what tricks can you do?

squeak...squeak...squeak...

The sharp wooden whistles that were rising and falling were extremely clear at dawn. Before I knew it, the night had faded away and the sky began to brighten. The situation not only did not improve, but became worse for Bastille. The thick morning fog made the visibility lower. In the blink of an eye, all the night attackers who had just fought with them disappeared into the vast fog.

The reassembled city gate garrison looked at each other. The battle was really inexplicable. So far, except for knowing that their enemies were Andes people, how many enemies were there?

Which village leader is in command?

How far is the city wall lost?

How did the other party bypass the army led by the city lord?

Or has something happened to the army led by the city lord?

I don't know any of these situations, like a huge burden pressing on them, causing them to feel uneasy.

Buzz...buzz...buzz...buzz...

A familiar sound came from the air again, and the sound of arrows slashing through the air. This time, without the command of his captain, the shield raised the shield consciously, and those without shields also put on defensive postures.

Although he was muttering about using the same trick again, no one dared to be careless, because the person who dared to do this had long turned into a pile of bones. It would be impossible to be careful when he was on the battlefield.

Puff...puff...puff...

The feeling of the bow and arrow hit this time was obviously different. It was not the sound of being blocked by various armors, but the sound of being shot into the body. After a brief pause, the howls came one after another.

"Looking for cover, everyone is looking for cover, this is a heavy bow, this is a fucking heavy bow!"

"You can't defend, you can't defend, you can't defend, you can't defend...uh..."

"Don't be messed up, don't be messed up, shield wall, shield wall..."

"It's useless, useless, the wooden shield cannot be defended, the wooden shield cannot be defended!"

The entire city gate garrison was in chaos, and some wanted to form a shield wall, but the iron-wood shield was inlaid in front of the armor-breaking heavy arrows thicker than the thumb, and the shield was broken and shot through his arms. The defense was slightly deformed, and the heavy arrows immediately following him nailed him to death.

Those who try to escape die faster. All the armors pay far more attention to defense in front of them than the latter. They expose their weakest parts. Isn’t this a way out for death?

This is no longer a rain of arrows, but an arrow curtain. The number of heavy arrows falling per square meter is no less than twenty.

The arrow curtain did not last long, only thirty seconds, but for the person who was in the arrow curtain, it was so long. The person who could still stand looked around in a daze. In addition to the dead bodies filled with arrows, they were also dead bodies filled with arrows. It seemed that he was the only living person left on the entire battlefield.

"It's over!" The weird fox Kleist closed his eyes in pain. He rushed to see the destruction of the city gate garrison.

Although he knew that because the perspective was blocked by heavy fog, the number of survivors of the city gate garrison troops was more than expected, after all, there were many people in double armor. Even if the armor-breaking heavy arrows were powerful, it was still a distance away from breaking double armor.

However, he knew that there was no room for recovery, because the courage of the city gate garrison had been broken.

A soldier without courage, no matter how strong his body or how heavy his armor is, he is not much better than an ordinary farmer.

What's more, the enemy's goal has been achieved-the city gate has been opened.

Countless tall figures broke through the white fog, like wilderness warriors rushing out of the prehistoric world, roaring and killing in.

Klester saw with his own eyes that the combat power was approaching the great knight Alvet, who had only supported three moves under the strong man in front, was pinched into a rotten watermelon by the opponent's big hand like a palm fan, and his helmet and head. This made the city gate garrison whose morale had already fallen to the trough completely collapse. The surviving soldiers had only one idea in their minds - run.

The further you run, the better. The city gate cannot be guarded, the castle cannot be guarded, and the Bastille cannot be guarded.

"Mckey, the Skull Breaker!"

"Raging Mountaineering Corps!"

After recognizing the other party's identity, the weird fox Klester no longer stayed for a second, turned his head and walked. The direction he was heading was not the inner castle in Bastille, but another city gate in Bastille.

If he returns to the inner castle to organize defense now, he may have a 40% or 50% chance to block the opponent outside the inner castle. At that time, he will attack Old Botton inside and outside, and may defeat the opponent.

But there are too many uncertain factors here. Not to mention whether it can be blocked, it is still unknown whether Old Botton is still safe and sound!

Because this time they were facing a completely unknown enemy, although they had seen the Skull Brokener McGee, the weird fox Kleist did not think that the other party was the supreme commander of this night attack.

Because the rash man didn't have that much brain and planned such a meticulous night attack plan, even the reaction of the city gate garrison was in the other party's plan. If he were to plan it, it would be this level.

Once they enter the inner castle, they will wait for their lives to bet, either to guard against it or to bury the castle. With the skull-breaker McGee, they have no way to surrender.

If it were the Bull Erikson here, he would return to the inner castle without hesitation and live and die with the city.

This is the biggest difference between the two people. In the eyes of the weird fox Kleist, his life is above everything else. No one in this world deserves his precious life. His family cannot do it, his father cannot do it, let alone a slave trader.

Many things can be contagious, such as colds, plagues, and confidence.

The soldiers saw that Sir Kleist, the current highest commander of Bastille, ran faster than the rabbit, and rushed out of Bastille without looking back, and collapsed faster.

I don’t know if it was just kind-hearted or to find reasons for his escape, but the fleeing soldiers ran and shouted.

At first, he just shouted "The city gate is broken", but later he didn't know how it turned into "The castle is broken", and then it turned into "The Bastille is broken". Finally, under the guidance of those who are interested, there was a new slogan "The army led by the Lord of Borton was ambushed and wiped out, and Borton was killed by arrows."

If this completely lost rumor is usually seen through, it will take a minute. However, in the current chaos, I believe that there are many people who are there, and the smarter the person is, the more firm he believes it.

Because this is an excellent reason for them to run away and run away. As for those who are not smart, smart people believe it. What reason do they have to believe it?

Morning mist became the best cover for the night attackers. They swept through the streets, as if they were everywhere, and the number was increasing.
Chapter completed!