At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

"Everyone, I have found the weakness of this group of demon lackeys!" At the same time, the young magician Roerlov shouted loudly, "First, they are afraid of the power of the gods, as long as you truly believe in the gods and walk in front of this bonfire, you will not be hurt by the enemy's sorcery.

Second, I have learned that they believe in evil demons as a shepherd, and the results of divination tell me that what they fear most is the blood of white sheep.

The weapons in your hands have been soaked in the blood of the white sheep, and I will slaughter the live sheep on the spot, and pour the blood of the sheep on the black demons. They cannot move and can only retreat. "

Picking up a lamb, Roerlov chopped off its poor head with a knife, and wiped the blood on his face: "It's time to ask you about your beliefs in the gods!"

"Hoohoho-"

"Gods bless me!"

"Give me strength!"

Villetti shouted in unison, thanking the gods for their existence and blessings, and Rohrlov was even more fanatical. He stood on a high platform and pointed into the distance: "Look, did you see it? Those terrible one-armed giants are gone, because They are afraid of the power of our white sheep blood, only those black demons are still fighting!"

"Gods bless, Villetti will win this battle!"

"We must win!!!" Everyone cheered.

Dragovit looked at the inspired soldiers and smiled with satisfaction: "March towards the enemy!"

It was the first time that so many people gathered on the silent Mizusawa Plain.

The process of marching was silent, the Saxon side was silent, and the Villetti side was a lot more noisy. Finally, when countless feet squeezed the water out of the ground, the two sides finally began to face each other.

Five hundred steps.

Three hundred steps.

One hundred steps.

"Buzz!"

It was the first time that the Veleti, who heard such a dense buzzing, raised his head. What was that black thing?bees?Or flies?

But the experienced warriors in the front row were already standing on their heads. They shouted loudly and raised the round shields in their hands high.

Then the peasants and soldiers in the back row were still looking around curiously, or moving forward regardless.

"Dodododo—"

It was the sound of the bow and arrow entering the shield, and besides that, there was another sound, which was the sound of blood being squeezed out of the blood vessels and the screams of people.

"what--"

"It's magic!"

"They broke the protection of the gods."

"No, it's a bow and arrow, look clearly, it's a bow and arrow!"

An elite Villetti warrior wearing a brushed metal chain mail slapped an old farmer who was spreading rumors, and shouted at his subordinates, "This is a bow and arrow, a coward's weapon. Don't be afraid. They use bows and arrows, which means that the blood of Aries has worked. They dare not fight us in close combat. Just charge up and win!"

"Come on!"

Looking at the scattered formation in the moment, Han Shizhong snorted disdainfully, counted his steps and drew the hard bow in his hand again, and the thousand tooth soldiers around him also drew the hard bow in their hands.

In the middle army on their left, a group of bannermen also opened their crossbows. As for the North followers on the far left, if conditions permit, they have already made the most pressing preparations.

It was a precious mushroom from home. Eating one was enough to make a person twice or four times stronger. Many berserkers even felt ten times stronger.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The long and tough bows and arrows fell like shooting stars, drawing bloody arcs, while the short and hard crossbows and arrows were like hidden black crows, each time taking a person's life with a dagger in its mouth.

Although Villetti's elite warriors and leaders continued to call out for control, the Villetti's charging speed became slower and slower, and even sporadic Villetti began to jump into small puddles or streams to escape.

Now, the only hope left in their hearts is melee, and as long as they are melee, everything will be fine.

"Javelins! Fight back with javelins!" Facing the sudden and slow rain of arrows, the leaders who were facing the Yabing Fubing finally couldn't help it, and they shouted loudly to the javelin soldiers to fight back.

At this time, the distance between the two sides has come to about twenty steps, which happens to be the effective distance of the javelin.

In an instant, fifty or so javelins rose from the Villetti's line, and fell across an arc towards the soldiers' positions, but unfortunately, in the previous siege battle, a small number of bannermen had already suffered this loss.

The record of the javelin was first passed to Kong Muguan, then to the martial arts hall, and then the martial arts hall summarized the history of the war, and finally passed the results to Feng Sen.

According to the experimental results at that time, the Villetti people used a wooden javelin with a length of about 1.5 meters and an iron spearhead at the front end.

The Veleti people didn't point out the spear-throwing technology, nor did they point out the Mediterranean spear-throwing technology, just throwing it dry.

People in later generations exaggerated the power of javelins. A javelin that was too light was not enough lethality when thrown, and a javelin that was too heavy was enough lethality but could not be thrown out (not far).

I want to see the impact and lethality of the javelin penetrating the human body in many game scenes, which basically does not exist in reality, or the realization conditions are very harsh, and the practical significance is basically equal to no.

A heavy javelin that really has that kind of deterrent and lethal power is like Feng Sen riding a horse and playing with a long sword. A good horse, a good man, and a good sword are indispensable, and they are exclusive weapons for fierce generals.

The main function of the ordinary javelin is as a secondary weapon for the front-row shield soldiers, used to break the shield and armor of the enemy's front-row soldiers. It is barely in the same ecological niche as the Viking shield-breaking longaxe soldiers, and it is also very troublesome to train.

If these Vileti people use heavy javelins, Feng Sen will have to be tricky for a while, but these Vileti people use light javelins, which can be used to fight unarmored or lightly armored units, but it is difficult to fight heavy armor.

More than 50 spears fell, at least one-third of them fell to the ground, and one-third of them either turned sideways to avoid it or directly blocked it with the iron bone spear and rattan card.

Another third, or about a dozen or so roots, fell firmly on the human body. Those that fell on the armor of the Fubing Yabing basically couldn't penetrate the 2.5mm armor piece, even if they drilled through structural gaps, There is also metal riveted ring chain mail inside, and the innermost silk.

Among the dozen or so people, most of them were slightly injured, only about an inch into the flesh. Only one unlucky one was inserted into his unprotected thigh through the gap of the nail leaf, and fell down on the spot.

However, this person was quickly sent out of the formation, and was taken away by the male nurses following behind.

And at this moment, under the rain of arrows, the Vileti army formation, which had shrunk by a small circle, finally collided with the Saxon army formation.

Chapter 352 Synthetic Heavy Step Battalion

On the wet green grass, the two fronts were moving closer and closer, and the arrows and javelins were flying, and there were wailing and blood.

A mass of black human heads surged on the ground, spears and spears formed a black forest of steel, and arrows were like black swallows and birds flying in it.

The two fronts surged like a tide, and the shouts and curses could be heard clearly, and the soldiers in the first row could already see the bloodshot eyeballs and heavy breathing of the soldiers on the opposite side.

At the moment when the weapon was within reach, time seemed to pause for a moment, and the gasps and shouts also stopped for half a second.

The sound of the drum and trumpet calling for a stop sounded, and the Saxon army immediately stopped advancing, while the shouts of the tribal leaders on the opposite side sounded, but the speed of transmission was a bit slow, and many soldiers in the first row were even squeezed out of the queue by the people behind them.

How could the government soldiers let go of this opportunity.

An iron bone protruded furtively, and slammed on the head of the soldier who was squeezed out.

"Oh!"

The empty skull immediately collapsed, and blood flowed from the mouth, nose and ears.

Taking this as a signal, the hoarse battle roar and the tidy sound of victory finally sounded again.

"Blessings of the gods!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Peron!" (the god of thunder in Slavic mythology)

"Wow -"

"kill--"

Countless swords, guns and axes immediately pulled each other between the long wall of shields and weapons, blood, organs, screams, and the "clang clang" sound of weapons intersecting.

Among the canine-toothed soldiers, an ax poked out from behind the Veleti's shield, and chopped off the head of a Nuo Siyi with half of his body exposed.

"Dole!" A round shield protruded from the side to help his companion block the blow. The Villetti elite warrior wanted to retract the battle axe, but he heard a sound of piercing the air beside his ears.

He looked up, and saw that the blade of a long ax was already in front of his nose, and the disciples of course didn't know martial arts, so they stopped hitting when it stopped on his nose, but went one step further.

The sharp iron ax entered along the frontal bone of the Villetti warrior, followed by the eyes, nasal bones and gums, and the broken bone residue shot out from both sides of the ax blade.

The blood mist exploded, and the long ax was drawn back.

The Villetti warrior fell straight backwards with a three-finger-deep black blood groove on his face.

Originally, at this moment, the warrior behind him should have come to support him, but unfortunately, behind him was a young Villetti screaming in terror.

"Quick! Ur, come here!"

"God-sent opportunity!"

Nuo Siyi in the front row turned his body and shield sideways from the moment, allowing two tall and strong men with big axes to rush out.

These two Northmen are very different. They have a pair of trembling red eyes, not the kind of red eyes that are full of blood, but red eyes that seem to be coated with a layer of blood film. They breathe heavily from their mouths and noses, and their voices are no different from those of wild animals.

North followers are not low in height, and these two big men are even a head taller than followers, about 1.8 meters five, and they don’t wear the wire-woven chain mail or leather that are common to followers. Armor, but a metal ring riveted armor, exactly the same as the inner armor of the soldiers.

These two men belonged to a special group among the Norse people - the Berserkers.

But these berserkers were not as miraculous as they were told later, they were just a group of taller Norse warriors who could wear heavy armor and hold heavy axes.

As for the wizard potion that made the berserkers "crazy", Feng Sen had already researched it. It was actually a poisonous hallucinogenic mushroom. After eating it, it could paralyze the nerves, cause hallucinations, and not be afraid of pain for a short time.

Let the little white rabbit eat it, and it will go crazy, but when it goes crazy, it is impotent and furious, and these tall and strong Norse warriors who are like small brown bears eat them, they are the skull offering skull holders.

"Boom, boom, boom!" With the sound of hurried and heavy footsteps, the two North men frantically rushed towards the somewhat sparse gap in the front line.

The big man at the front held the handle of the long ax backwards in his left hand and straight in his right. He seemed to be rowing a boat with a long axe, which was a bit funny, but the Villetti warrior who was facing the long ax didn't think so.

The big North man twisted his waist, and the long ax whizzed through the air, and slammed on the edge of the shield of the Villetti warrior. The left shield of the Villetti warrior was swung away, and the body was wide open.

This is the reason why North Berserkers hold their left hands backwards. For left-handed shield warriors, the power is from right to left, and the shield will be swung away to expose the body.

If you are cutting straight, the force is from left to right, but it will push the shield to the front of the body, at most showing your shoulders.

When the empty door opened, another North Berserker let out a roar like a wounded beast, swung his long axe, and a human head flew into the air.

Despite the frenzied support of the surrounding elite warriors, the two berserkers had already rushed into the crowded crowd along the gap. In the narrow space, the spears in the hands of the young and strong behind could not be used at all.

The rest of the people didn't know what happened at all, and they still stayed where they were, making those Villetti young and strong even want to retreat.

Blood instantly enveloped the Villetti army on the left, and it declined within 10 minutes of the battle.

If it took North Yicong 10 minutes to beat the Veleti out of the slump, then the Veleti warrior, who was facing the government soldiers, had already fallen into a decline before he could react.

The formation of the government soldiers and dental soldiers is very strange. They are all 50 people as a tactical unit. Within the width of the front row of [-] steps, there are nine battle front teams, that is, three battle front brigades.

On the left and right, there are four teams each, and there are three rotating teams in the rear.

Each brigade is composed of three 50-member front teams, standing in a regular triangle, and the three front team brigades are moving forward side by side. The 150-member brigade in the middle is the heavy-armored Modao team, while the front team brigades on both sides are armed with long gun teams.

Each team position is also a triangle with a depth of twenty steps.

There are 7 people in the first row, 8 people in the second row, and so on to 11 people in the fifth row, a total of 45 people, standing staggered, and every three people form a small triangle.

The team is at the front with the standard bearer and is responsible for commanding and issuing orders, and the deputy team is standing with the military judge at the end, responsible for cutting deserters and counting military merits.

If you want to pretend to retreat, then the front team is transferred directly to the rear team, the deputy team is directly taking over the command, and the team is in charge of the rear with the rear team.

"What formation is this?" Standing in the fourth row, Dragovit was wearing ring mail and looking forward, "Why is their formation so scattered?"

"Great." A fanatical warrior shouted to his comrades behind him, "Did you see that? They are afraid of the blood of the white sheep, and they are scattered so far to facilitate their escape!"

"Gods protect us!"

"White sheep's blood is easy to use. That day my father is a shepherd. If the sheep dies, can he not be afraid?"

Listening to the words around him, Dragovit felt a little relieved, and a strong sense of confidence in the military system came to his heart.

"charge!"

"Charge!" On the other side, Han Shizhong also shouted the command to charge, and the flag waved.

The sound of armor plates colliding was like a series of thunderclaps, which rang in everyone's ears. Many Villetti warriors looked up at the sky, but within the time they raised their heads and bowed their heads, the heavy armored infantry with Mo Dao had already rushed three steps away.

"Hey!" With a stern face, the handle of the Mo Dao in Han Shizhong's hand bent out in a strange arc, and it almost fell on the first row of Villetti warriors in a smashing manner.

"Die to me—"

Chapter 353 Spear Charge

Mo Dao flashed an arc of cold light, and slashed towards the frontmost warrior Villetti.

"Ha!" The Vileti warrior smiled slightly, and raised his shield to block.

"Boom—crash—"

The sawdust exploded in an instant, even forming a cloud of wood ash in front of him, obscuring his vision, but the pain in his arm followed.

When the wood ash and sawdust dispersed, he could clearly see that the huge iron knife had cut a huge gap in the shield, and the blade had penetrated an inch into the flesh.

Such a thick shield, how did it come in?