My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 108: Magnificent! Heavy Infantry

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This rush, coupled with the length of the barrel, led to the instantaneous annihilation of the first row of knights - thousands of repetitions stabbing the tip of the gun instantly along the gap between their helmet and armor, like sliding into a cold snake, many knights pulling the whole person off the horse without even responding.

There are a lot of them hanging on the long guns, but the other horse never stops!

They rushed straight into this formation, knocked over the front row of fighters, and were scared to stop by the rear rows of stabbing guns - all the unstoppable horses were stabbed.

The formation seemed to have been broken apart, and the only knight capable of escaping the tip of a gun and rushing into the enemy formation: the knight with the head-neck seal was surprised by the tip of a gun that swayed like a gun forest before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

His reaction was unnecessarily unpleasant. He instantly abandoned the horse, using the power of the stables, instantly crossed the horse's head and the tip of the gun to the rear of the gun, and the horse was instantly stabbed into a thoracic hole.

“Shoot!” came a roar, and the third platoon tried to rush into the camp while the knights were instantly shot as hedgehogs, and even the moment they fell, the fourth platoon of knights couldn't defend themselves from the arrows that suddenly came forward and were unluckily shot.

The warriors who were crushed either stood up or blocked by the second platoon while this opportunity was being washed away. In addition to the unlucky bastards who were constantly pulled backwards and knocked out, others stood up and waited against the still more than 3,000 knights.

After entering the central formation, the knight discovered that all sides were enemies. As soon as he saw himself, many people threw out their spears and pulled out their swords and rushed towards him.

He grinned, the knight's gun was thrown away by him and the rider at a critical moment, and here you can see what kind of man he is —— as a knight's comrade horse, they're like brothers, they need to brush their hair, they need to play, they need to merge their horses, but in the face of danger, he doesn't hesitate to abandon his brothers, and in order to survive, this method of combat causes many knights standing high to turn their heads with disgust, but they still ask themselves: do they encounter infantry soldiers of this tactic of war, do they have any other choice than to abandon their horses in the face of that moment of murder?

The answer is NO, if you don't abandon the horse, die! It's a dead end!

The knight with the seal pulled out the knight's cross sword with a smile on his face and struck a brave infantry.

But the moment he fell into enemy formation, his offense was already futile.

Drawing on his last experience with the Seal Knight de Marcia, at least twenty Ace shooters focused their eyes on the knights entering the encirclement and, while the rest of them were still using bows and arrows to suppress the enemy, they locked the enemy's figure like the falcon's eyes were dead.

It's easy to look at the skill of an archer: look at his arrow bag.

Normal archers are already sore and sore after 12 bows, while elite archers are guaranteed to be on target 24 times (although heavy armor makes it difficult for them to get a reward for each arrow.), and as an ace in the Kerall army, like the archer of the Mongolian philosophical nickname, philosophy obtains two ways: a strong archery sculpture, which takes the head of an enemy hundred.

Ace cards in the Kerall army are defined as having at least fifteen knights on their hands.

These archers grew up in a war —— 800 knights were counted in a war.

And these ACEs are also directly attached to the title of the Young Duke because of these accolades.

In the face of this archer's sniping, let alone the Knight of the Seal, even if Keiral has magic that is less than or equal to absolute defense, he can only be crushed - Keiral does not have self-confidence defense as long as he releases the magic defense as it runs through the face door and the arrows that come with all the major harm on his body.

That's why he's been hiding behind a square, and he can go to war with them and inspire their morale, but he doesn't want to die on a little crossbow.

So while this Tarzan hit the top of the battlefield and the title boost, if it's true, I'm afraid the warrior who dared to rush up against the sealed knight is doomed to death, but at least twenty arrows not only hit his tip of the sword, the handle of the sword, up, his shoulder, abdomen, chest, waist, and thigh, no place fell.

Obviously this is also the last experience - don't kill yourself in the face of the Knight of the Seal!

So no one goes to the head, and arrows are used to make each other hesitate.

The impact of dozens of arrows in each other's body caused the long sword to sweep and chop on a piece of dirt, the soldier who dared to single out the knight called a sword full of guts, and the short sword in his hand followed the other's armor gap into the other's arm.

Like a mud shock, he escaped, rolled out of the range of the other party's attack, instantly a circle of Macedonian spears surrounded him, and several people who gave up the spear's first short sword or knife slowly wandered in front of the other side, none of them just pointed at their own people.

For the first time, the knight with the seal like a hedgehog thanked the painful and cold close lock for its armor.

Although the arrow was firmly inserted into the heavy armor, the lock armor rejected the arrow from the door and only a limited number of arrows continued to scratch his muscles, making him very uncomfortable.

Faced with a glittering spear, he hey, sneered, lifted his sword and cut off the wooden handle of the spear, but then came four warriors who jumped at the same time.

Once again, he just needs one chance to get rid of them - an opportunity for the arrow rain to stop.

He just can't wait!

Jack was the first warrior to come up and stab the other, and the first time he pulled down, he took his spear in his hand and waited for an opportunity - a chance to kill.

Faced with cutting off other spear rods, and focusing on bows and arrows and other sworn warriors, Jack smiled coldly. Since Flynn died, he hated these knights. Equally hated were the wars and the aggressors. Jack's smile on his face, but for a moment, he poured all his strength into his arms and then stabbed him hard...

Red Leaf Ridge has no inferior quality products!

Even the Macedonian spear instantly pierced the armor behind each other, pierced the front chest and then exposed the tip of the spear from the armor on the front chest.

The cold light flashed, as if the trachea had been swallowed by an icy snake, but the snake was carrying sharp venom...