Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 470

The Tomahawk Battalion is worthy of being the elite under the command of the Rain King Longjing. The tomahawks weighing twenty catties in their hands were smashed down, and the fence around the Zhenxi Military Camp was smashed into a pile of fragments.

Before the lancers of Zhenxi Army guarding behind the fence could react, these tough tomahawk soldiers had already entered through the gap.

The battle ax slashed fiercely, the heads of the soldiers of Zhenxi cracked, and the blood splattered. The stabbing guns in the hands of the Zhenxi army were like burning sticks, and they were cut off as soon as they touched the battle axe.

Facing the sturdy soldiers of the Tomahawk Battalion, the stabbing soldiers of the Zhenxi Army were killed and retreated steadily. Many soldiers were directly split in half by the Tomahawk. Facing these bloody Tomahawks, the Zhenxi Army was an elite , also had to temporarily avoid the edge.

The originally impregnable camp was immediately torn apart by the Tomahawk Battalion sent by the Rain King Longjing.

The bayonet soldiers of the Zhenxi Army who had lost the protection of the camp faced the surging enemy troops and resisted hard. Facing the weapons waved from all directions, they were forced to retreat steadily.

At the moment when the situation was extremely critical, with a clear "clang", General Zhange of the Zhenxi Army pulled out the saber from his waist.

The sword was raised obliquely, and under the shining of the setting sun, the sword was coated with a layer of golden light, which shone like gold.

"Brother Hoplites, attack!" Warsong roared like a beast from his throat.

"Roar——" two heavy infantry battalions, six thousand heavy infantrymen raised the machetes in their hands in unison, and roared loudly from their long mouths, causing the rocks to roll down.

"The trapped beasts are still fighting, and next year's day will be their memorial day." The roar of the sky made the nobles watching the battle uneasy, and the Rain King Longjing was full of confidence.

The Tomahawk Battalion under his command is the elite trained by him. Seeing the troops pouring into the enemy's camp like a tide, he seems to have won the battle. Even if the enemy resists, in Long Jing's eyes, they will eventually be destroyed. .

Although the enemy army was about to be wiped out under his own Tomahawk Battalion, Long Jing was still very curious about these Zhenxi soldiers from the frontier of the dynasty. Didn't they follow the prince Long Qing?Why is he now taking refuge in Emperor Longhan again.

If he can subdue this group of brave and skilled Zhenxi Army, it will also add a lot of help to his emperor's great cause.

Just as Rain King Longjing was full of confidence and was waiting for the good news, the fierce battle in the camp of the Zhenxi Army had reached a fever pitch.

The elite of the heavy infantry battalion and the elite of the Tomahawk battalion are like two tigers and leopards ruling the roost at this moment, setting off a bloody storm in the camp.

The soldiers of the Tomahawk Battalion, who are as powerful as a bamboo, can no longer make an inch of progress when they meet the heavy infantry of the Zhenxi Army. Facing those shining machetes, even their Tomahawks are much inferior.

This is a collision of strength, a contest of blood, two equally elite troops had an encounter in the small space of the camp, one can imagine the tragedy.

Soldiers from both sides crowded together densely, holding their weapons high and roaring forward, like two thick walls, no one wanted to back down, they crowded together.

The soldiers at the front fought desperately, and the entire space was filled with sharp battle axes, swords, and bayonets, and there was no way to hide.

The hoplites have thick armor to protect their bodies, and the situation is better. The soldiers of the Tomahawk Battalion of the Rain King are not so lucky. Although they are elite, they are wearing leather armor. Facing densely packed swords, their bodies Like paper, easily pierced.

The battle axes of the Tomahawk Battalion can easily cut off the heads of the heavy infantry, and the battle knives of the heavy infantry can also cut the soldiers of the Tomahawk Battalion horizontally.

In the narrow space, the two sides crowded together and hacked together, their eyes were red, and they roared continuously. Every moment, someone rolled to the ground and was trampled flat by the enemy or their companions.

In this way, the two sides repeatedly fought and hacked on the corpses, and a mountain of corpses was piled up in the camp, but both sides were elites, and neither of them would easily bow their heads.

"Die—" The general's battle song was disheveled, and the blood made his hair coagulate together into strands. He raised his knife and fell, and the enemy in front of him became a mutilated corpse like cutting melons and vegetables.

The officer of the Tomahawk Battalion saw the general's battle song fiercely like a lion, and raised his battle ax to strike towards the battle song.

Feeling the strong wind coming, General Zhange hurriedly lowered his head, the tomahawk brushed against his scalp, and he felt a chill on the top of his head.

Seeing the sturdy Tomahawk Battalion officer, Zhange broke out in a cold sweat, feeling like he had walked through the Palace of Hades, but this also aroused his anger.

As a general of the Zhenxi Army, he has made many achievements in battles and killings. If he died at the hands of a little-known officer, it would be really ridiculous.

The sharp saber slashed out quickly, and went straight to the head of the officer in front of him, Zhange wanted to vent his anger on the opponent's head.

"Kang Dang!" The officer of the Tomahawk Battalion reacted very quickly, facing the incoming sword and raised his ax to respond, the cold iron collided and sparks splashed, and both sides were shaken to the ground and took a few steps back.

The Tomahawk Battalion officer's battle ax was directly knocked out, smashing a soldier's head, and the Tomahawk Battalion officer's mouth burst open, bleeding profusely.

"Hmph!" The wounded Tomahawk battalion officer's weapon was knocked flying, he snorted coldly, and struck towards Zhange's face with his left hand clenched.

A cold sneer appeared on Zhan Ge's blood-stained face, and he also raised his fist to greet him.

When the iron fists collided, there was only a crisp sound of bone fractures. The metacarpal bones and wrist bones of the Tomahawk Battalion officer were shattered one after another.

The body of the officer of the Tomahawk Battalion hit the big pillar of the camp, causing the soil to fall down. With a plop, the officer of the Tomahawk Battalion fell to the ground, and was killed by the battle song.

"Kill!" The war song who had killed a powerful enemy raised his head to the sky and screamed, leaped into the enemy group with his sword in hand, and began to slaughter wantonly.

The hoplites who had stabilized their positions had already adapted to the harsh battlefield situation. They roared in unison and began to move forward. The thick formation gave them a huge advantage, and they directly began to crush the enemy.

Although the soldiers of the Tomahawk Battalion are elite, they rushed forward one after another to attack the heavy infantry, but at this moment, they are like moths to the flame. Facing the strength of the team, even if they are strong and powerful individually, they still have only the hunted ones. share.

At nightfall, the remnants of the Tomahawk Battalion retreated in embarrassment along with the rest of the garrison soldiers. In just two hours of fierce fighting, the elite Tomahawk Battalion of the Rain King Longjing was directly reimbursed, and three thousand Tomahawk soldiers walked out of the camp alive. Less than a few hundred people.

Seeing that his elite had failed in the first battle, the rain king Long Jing stared at the bloody battlefield with a gloomy face, his fists creaking, feeling angry and angry.

The nobles who followed the Rain King Dragon Landscape Battle witnessed the cruel battle with their own eyes, and they all kept silent at the moment. It was not that the Tomahawk Battalion was not strong enough, but that the enemy was too perverted.

(End of this chapter)