On the Seven Towers

Garriott's soldiers were a temporary team, but as he requested, most of these warriors had undergone a considerable degree of combat training. Even those ordinary cavalrymen were considered the elite of the city guards. During the charge, they generally maintained the basic formation. Those who rushed to the front of the team were all relatively strong warriors. From the sky, it was like a giant claw stretched out by the city of Suero, grabbing the Chinese who were in a loose formation in front.

Garriott was fully focused, guarding against possible attacks from the other side, and scales began to appear on his body and face. Miguel and Sacheri on his side also used fighting spirit and magic to protect themselves.

Just when the distance between the cavalry and the other side was close to 150 kilometers, small cones suddenly began to shoot out from the barrels in the front row. The thing drew a very high curve and flew towards Garriott and his team.

"Magic dodge formation!" Garriott roared.

This world is different from the Middle Ages on Earth. Due to the existence of magic, trained warriors often know the skills to avoid explosions. Cavalry will pay attention to keeping distance, and infantry know to lie down. The so-called magic dodge formation is to further widen the distance between cavalry, and then lie on the horse's back.

Garriott's team was originally very scattered. After he gave the order, the entire cavalry began to spread further from the periphery. However, he shouted a little late, and the team had not been run-in. The requirements for changing the formation on the spot were too high for many soldiers who came from guards. Their personal combat skills were higher, but they were not familiar with the military formation. On the contrary, those cavalry with average strength completed this order more faithfully.

As a result, the cavalry in the middle of the formation were a little confused. Not only did they fail to disperse in time, but they also slowed down the speed of the team.

At this time, the first batch of shells fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the cavalry.

The power of the 60mm mortar is much worse than that of the other two pneumatic guns, but each shell can still cause effective damage within a radius of five meters. However, due to the distance, only three of the twenty or so shells actually landed in Garriott's team.

Two of the shells landed in the middle of several cavalrymen who were close together. The shock wave of the explosion blew the nearby cavalrymen to pieces, and the mud and rocks that were lifted up hit the cavalrymen who were farther away. Two cavalrymen happened to be near the landing point of the shells and were killed on the spot. The other warrior, who had fighting spirit, survived the explosion but was also thrown off his horse. Several other cavalrymen were injured to varying degrees.

Coincidentally, another shell exploded near Garriott. The scales on his body blocked the impact of the explosion, but it damaged half of his clothes and opened several bloody wounds on the horse under him. Garriott simply tore off his shirt. His whole body was covered with green scales, and a pair of wings spread out on his back, much like a miniature green dragon.

He looked back and found that although the enemy's attack was powerful, there were few effective attacks. In this wave of enemy attacks, he only knocked down about three or four people, and they were all ordinary warriors with low strength.

Each attack was at the level of a low-level mage! But the hit rate was much worse than that of the mages. Garriott's heart was relieved a little.

He shouted loudly, "Keep rushing forward! Don't be scared by their blind attacks! Don't stop, rush! We will be able to rush to them soon. If anyone dares to run back, I will definitely chop off his whole family's heads when I go back!"

His cavalrymen also felt that such attacks were not to be feared, and they continued to charge at full speed.

However, the Chinese's attack speed was much faster than the speed of low-level mages casting spells. About ten seconds later, the second round of artillery fire came again. This time their attack seemed to be more biased, and only one shell fell into the horse team, but Garriott's team was more scattered, and the explosion effect was worse than before, and no one was knocked down.

"Humph, I thought these guys were so powerful. These strange 'cannons' are too bad. Only a target as big as the city defense barrier can be hit by them." Miguel sneered.

"Don't be too happy too soon. Just like archery, if you miss the first arrow, won't you adjust the second arrow? And the closer the distance, the easier it is to shoot, right?" Sacheri said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the third batch of shells fell. This time, four or five shells hit the range of the cavalry, and six or seven people were knocked down by the explosion.

"Don't talk nonsense, keep charging!" Garriott roared.

When they rushed halfway, they ushered in the fourth wave of shells.

While this wave of shells was still flying, Sacheri looked up and said, "There are different magic fluctuations. And the landing point is wrong!"

Sure enough, this batch of shells did not hit the cavalry, but hit the range of about 50 meters in front of the team. After the shells landed, they did not explode with fire, but instead splashed a large amount of clear water. Under the effect of the magic circle above, the water that was scattered all over the ground quickly froze into ice, forming a circular ice surface with a diameter of about seven or eight meters, creating a sparse "ice field" right in front of them.

Since the cavalry was charging very fast, it was too late to bypass them. The knights in front rushed directly into the "ice field".

Garriott's own horse stepped on the ice, and the horse was about to fall if it slipped. He quickly jumped off the horse, ran at full speed, and lifted the horse out of the ice with his hands under the horse's belly. Miguel and Sacheri beside him also showed their magical powers. One used his fighting spirit to break the ice in front of him, allowing his horse to step over safely. The other used a flying spell on the horse, so that the slipped horse did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air.

The warriors behind them also tried various ways to avoid these ice surfaces. Those with superb riding skills could directly bypass them, and those with strong fighting spirit learned to break the ice like Miguel, but after all, there were still many people who had no better way. They could only watch themselves fall on their horses, and the warriors behind them could only slow down or bypass them when they saw the front fall.

In any case, the team slowed down.

"Don't panic, bypass the ice and reorganize!" Garriott shouted.

But at this time, another batch of shells flew over, and the cavalry tied up by the ice became easier to aim. This time, seven or eight shells fell into the team, and the results of these shells were much stronger than before. At least a dozen cavalrymen fell in this wave of attacks.

Due to the type of explosives, the effective killing radius of this mortar is small.