Lord of all tribes

Chapter 171 When death is no longer a reason to fear (please subscribe, ask for a monthly pass!)

When shirk becomes a habit, it becomes a matter of course.

The soldiers of the lord's coalition army became fearful of war. They were afraid of the centaur archers in the enemy's formation. The precise arrows made them feel what despair was.

This should also be desperation. Two thousand and a half centaur archers fired in turn. For a moment, tens of thousands of lords' coalition forces were stunned.

The pace of the coalition forces has been blocked, and the numerical advantage they are proud of has disappeared in the face of the enemy's naked combat power. A new strategy must continue to be formed.

Baron Merlin played the role of the organizer. Facing the current situation, he proposed to gather all the cavalry in the Lord's coalition army and charge down. Naturally, these centaur archers could be taken down with minimal losses.

Baron Merlin glanced at Rollin. Among the lords present, only Rollin had the most cavalry in his hands. Adding the command of Rabbs, there were a total of [-] cavalry.

The other lords either had less than [-] cavalry under their command, or simply did not have such an establishment. The result of this was that among the nearly [-] lords' coalition forces, the cavalry that finally gathered was less than [-] cavalry, of which [-] cavalry were still Luo. Lin commanded.

So in fact, the key to this strategy is whether Luo Lin is willing. If Luo Lin insists on blocking it, the lords will have no choice.

"It's an honor." Luo Lin replied softly.

The delay of the battle situation is not good for his plan, so it is better to be straightforward and win the battle quickly!

Charge quickly into the centaur camp at the speed of cavalry, disrupt their layout, and then the army of the lord's coalition forces presses up, this is the core of the whole plan.

The success of this plan depends on whether the three thousand cavalry can break through the enemy's line of defense in the rain of arrows, and successfully pin down the centaur archer, and then whether the main force of the lord's coalition can arrive in time, otherwise the three thousand cavalry will be swept away. Entering the encirclement of the alien coalition forces, Luo Lin didn't have much confidence in surviving.

The command of the cavalry was placed in Luo Lin's hands, and [-] of the [-] temporarily formed cavalry belonged to Luo Lin, so he should be given the command.

A hundred magic sword guards wearing purple armour, holding round shields, stepped forward slowly, blocking the front of the cavalry, and waves of arrows rained in, hitting the purple round shields of these magic sword guards. on, making a bang bang sound.

Immediately afterwards, a hundred god bow guards drew their silver-white longbows, let go of their hands amidst the whizzing sound, and a hundred arrows landed on the camp where the enemy landed accurately on the centaur archers, causing a splash of blood. Rainy wind.

For the first time, the centaur archer suffered double-digit casualties. The most important thing was that in the enemy camp, there were actually archers with better archery skills and farther range than his own.

This made these centaur archers quite frustrated, but under the glaring and yelling of the half-orcs on both sides, they had to continue to stabilize their formation, pulled the bow and arrow in their hands again, and shot at the strange purple round shield of the enemy again, making a loud bang. With a bang, it fell to the ground again.

With a wave of Luo Lin's arms, the magic sword guards dispersed in an orderly manner, and the [-] gathered cavalrymen showed their fangs.

Amidst the cheers, the cavalryman's legs slammed on the horse's belly, and the horse groaned and galloped forward in pain.

If the [-] cavalry were really spread out on the flat ground, it would not be that big of a scale when viewed from a distance.

The speed of the cavalry's attack was too fast, and the density of the dispersion was too great. For the first time, the centaur archer missed an arrow and landed weakly on the soft black ground.

Compared with infantry, the distance of several miles is a hell of experience, but under the feet of cavalry, it can only be done in a few dozen breaths.

What can dozens of breaths do?
Even with the ultra-fast shooting speed of a centaur archer, he couldn't draw the bow a few times.

On the contrary, when the rushing cavalry appeared in front of them with a lofty posture, they began to flee in a panic.

Since the centaur archers chose to dodge, they also gave up and continued to draw their longbows to hurt the enemy.

At this time, the main force of the lord's coalition army can be activated. They strode hard with solid steps, skimming the black land full of arrows, trying to encircle the alien coalition army with only ten thousand people, and then Eat it in one bite!
Under Luo Lin's planning, the three thousand cavalry rushed into the enemy's formation at the fastest speed. Although arrows inevitably hit them along the way, relatively speaking, the losses have been minimized.

They rushed to the centaur army formation and slashed wildly. The weakly armored centaur archers were like lambs to be slaughtered in front of these elite cavalry wearing heavy armor and holding lances. Thick lances were inserted across their chests, watching their comrades being ripped open by the sharp saber.

The battlefield is full of blood and rain. Death has completely enveloped this black land. The goddess of harvest, who inherits the meaning of harvest, looks at all these killings with a cold face. The god of death smiles and transports every wandering soul into underworld.

In the era of war and strife, life is always the cheapest luxury, everyone has it, everyone cherishes it, but unfortunately there are some things that you can't just cherish, just like this lost life.

Every war is a reincarnation and nirvana of life, wandering between life and death, struggling between survival and compulsion.

The 3000 human cavalry set off a bloody storm among the alien legion of [-] people.

Chester numbly tore a war horse charging towards him in half, and then chopped the human cavalry on the horse into meat paste.

His orc army followed him, numbly harvesting the lives that dared to rush into them.

There were gradually more bloody holes and some bloody wounds on their bodies, but they didn't care anymore. They either howled and slaughtered the enemies in front of them, or silently picked up their swords and stabbed their enemies from behind.

These people are already crazy, they have no desire to live at all, only a numb, instinctive will to kill, they will die, and they will bring more people to die together, they are howling arrogantly, they are going to this world Swear the last sense of existence.

They are silent, saying farewell to the last stage of life in the most solemn way.

Death can't scare them, they're just a bunch of soulless killers.

The bloody smell on the battlefield can stimulate their most primitive desires, the desire to be beasts. When the weapons in their hands are knocked down, they use their teeth, their sharp teeth, to gnaw on the neck, arms, and leg bones of the enemy. superior
(End of this chapter)