Mages Are Too OP

Nearly a thousand soldiers gathered at the front of the pier, looking at a horizontal trench along the road in front of them, unable to see an enemy, a little overwhelmed.

How do I fight this?

They have not encountered such a special position battle before.

Old John stood on a hill behind him, surrounded by a group of friendly guards.

Little John followed him.

“These rats are hidden in the trenches. Our archers can't attack them, son. What can you do? ”

Little John was wearing a pair of heavy armor, and the armor on his helmet was opened, revealing his rather handsome face.

“Father, I personally recommend that the army be pressed directly and that they all hide in the trenches. After we pass, we come down and we can easily kill them with long guns and bows. ”

Little John thought he'd say that. He knew very well that it was his father testing himself, testing his ability to cope on the battlefield.

Old John nodded: “It's a normal idea, but it's too normal, maybe it won't work. ”

Little John's a little unknown, so...

Old John glanced at the adjacent officer, who immediately lit a squad of shields, long gunmen and archers, straight up.

And just halfway there, the first trench came out of nowhere, and the first archer came out of nowhere, and it was raining.

Because of the large shield ahead, most of the arrows were blocked and only a few were shot.

And even if the arrow is hit, it doesn't seem to have much power. A lot of people stick the arrow in their body and go straight ahead. Others just pull the arrow down and keep going.

By the time they reached the trenches, the soldiers were surprised to find that the archers in the trenches had suddenly disappeared and, once again, had found two separate trenches, each with a small passage of several metres, connected. The archers used these small tunnels to retreat to the next trench.

And then these soldiers don't know what to do?

The trench is more than two metres wide, and if they can jump through the usual lightweight punches, but now they're wearing light armor and carrying weapons, it won't be that easy to jump.

Jump down a trench and chase the enemy?

That's even more of a stupid idea.

It was when the soldiers were stunned, and suddenly a bunch of people appeared in the second trench, and they were holding their hands up and whining about something.

A closer look revealed that the enemy was carrying a large rock.

At the end of the resilient hemp rope, a stone of varying size was tied, and the quicker these men were, the last time they let go, about a hundred stones dragged the hemp rope down heavily on the soldiers.

The soldiers were horrified, standing in front of the shield, and the whole man shrunk behind it.

This is the right response, but the problem is that they throw too many stones and they're too big.

When added, it has a centrifugal force boost, and the rock hits it, no less than the lower warrior's professional with a hammer.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock

And then more stone statues came over.

Soon after, their hands began to collapse and they couldn't hold the shield.

And then the rock fell, and in less than a minute, there were not many of these hundred soldiers left standing.

The remaining soldiers fled back in panic and were quickly captured by the team and dragged to old John.

Listen to the hidden cheer coming from across the trench, old John snorted.

He then looked at the deserters kneeling on the ground, jumping from his horse to the frightened deserters, and reached out and fired an arrow from behind him.

The deserter grunted and dared not speak.

Arrows are pure wooden arrows, and arrows are just sharpened.

Such arrows and arrows do not say iron armor, even soft leather armor is difficult to pierce and can be injured by such arrows, indicating that the soldier is not very lucky.

“With this weapon, you dare to fight us. The drum power of the Golden Son is unusual.” Old John snorted coldly: "But this kind of stone-throwing attack is a little novel. ”

Little John said next to him, "Father, I don't think my plan works. So what do we do? ”

Old John is his father and the owner of the local city. It is up to him to decide who will be the heir. So proud little John felt it wasn't a bad thing to bow in front of his father and admit that he wasn't capable enough.

“Strong attacks can definitely come down, but the terrain of these trenches is complicated and we lose a lot.” Old John coldly said, "The Golden Son is a little smart, but unfortunately I've been at war for decades and haven't seen any plot. This trench array is a disguised multi-wall array that distinguishes one toward heaven and one toward earth. Fire is the best way to deal with this situation. Richard, go back and get the heavy troops out, get them loads of hay, fuel, and get me the catapult. ”

“I don't believe it. These trenches are firestone-proof. ”

An officer immediately returned to the city with a small group of men.

Old John got back on his horse, and he looked at his son: "That's how war works. Try each other, look for opportunities, tear each other apart. If you're feeling impatient, you can go to the back and rest for a while. ”

Little John, of course, wasn't that stupid: "Father, I'm not tired. This is a good opportunity to accumulate war experience, and I don't want to miss it. ”

Old John nodded satisfied.

Little John was relieved to see that, although he was now the sole heir on the surface, who knew that his father had no illegitimate children elsewhere.

If you are the owner of the city, you will certainly have two or three sons on the bright side, but privately you will also have two or three more sons, in case the bright side of the children are killed by the enemy, the hidden descendants will survive, there may be the possibility of turning over.

The crowd waited here for a long time, and the trenches across the street seemed to be quiet.

Just somehow, old John started to feel something was wrong.

A long time ago, his instincts developed on the battlefield told him that the atmosphere was wrong.

At this point, a soldier came running over and gasped: "The owner of the city, the battleship responsible for tracking the magician Roland and Reverend Jett, crashed into a floating ice, and both ships were destroyed, and Roland and Jett went missing. ”

Old John's face changed immediately, became a little ugly and scary.

Little John thought it was strange: "How big would it be to crash all the battleships? It's the end of summer. How is that possible? ”

“Damn it!” Old John cursed suddenly: “We've fallen for it, take the troops back to the city. ”

Just as he said that, a white light suddenly burst behind him, almost depressing the rays of the sun.

Then a deafening explosion came from the direction of the walls.

Sounds like thunder.

Nearly all of the horses were freaked out and almost unmanageable.

And the soldiers, all looking toward the gate, one is pale.

You can see it from afar. The gate is gone!

Morale immediately dropped to the extreme.