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The sergeants were quite fulfilling their duties. They used their long swords to beat the edges of the shields and gave orders to the mercenaries hoarsely. The hooks were the ones that pushed me and I squeezed you. Some obeyed the orders to prepare for battle, and some panicked and yelled at the people around them. .Longbowmen are the best in their own way. They don't care about the sergeants at all. Instead, they form a small group around their own corps and leaders, and then put the goose Lingli arrows on the bow.

Then there was the familiar "Loose!!!".There were more than twenty longbowmen at the west entrance, and the volley of fire was spectacular. The problem was that the heavy arrows, without exception, all shot into the dark night, and the ghost knew if they had hit the target.

In the shadows, there seemed to be living creatures moaning, but Xuan was blown away by the cold wind.The shining feathers of the tail shot from all directions like locusts, like a pouring rainstorm, and poured the longbowman's head all over his face.

Their color is bleak, they are short and sturdy. Although their heads are not as accurate as the previous wave of cold arrows, they are worse than a large number, and there are always so few that are just right.Someone was shooting through the palm of a longbowman who was screaming in pain; someone filled his soft armor with an arrow shaft, like a large hedgehog.The most miserable guy was hit by a sharp arrow in his head. Although he had an iron helmet to protect the vital part, he was still trembling with fear and couldn't raise his arm for a long time.

There are indeed so many longbowmen who are not disturbed and can still shoot goose feather arrows.Although they are cursed British-German-lane robbers, they have to admire the brutal strength.But the problem is that such fierce people are only a minority. When their companions are in a panic, their bravery has nothing to do with the overall situation.

The monsters in the dark obviously think so too.They threw another wave of weird arrows, and then changed their strategy, leaving only a part of them to contain the longbowmen, turning the focus of attention into an army of iron armored infantry troops just formed.

This army formation is roughly square, basically composed of hooks and sickles, rows of sharp blades hanging in the air, like a cold steel forest.On the outermost periphery of the army, there is also a circle of sword and shield hands. This group of people may be mercenaries who have changed their weapons, or they may be trusted soldiers of the baron’s house. Everyone is crouching on the ground with a shield high and forming together. A movable retaining wall.

Their defense was very tight. Many of the arrows shot by the monsters were stopped by shields, and some were simply hit by dense hooks and sickles.The cloth faceplates, steel breastplates, and even the lock armor draped over them also played a protective role. Those arrows with shining tail feathers would not cause any harm unless they happened to hit the exposed parts.A small army of more than forty people actually stood up under the arrow rain, and the screams only sounded occasionally, and they would soon subside.

If the iron armored infantry can keep this state forever, gritting their teeth and persevering in units of hours, the longbowman will surely reorganize order, and the knight may also be able to get rid of panic.But the problem is that the monsters in the shadows can do more than just "fire all arrows".

The monsters that had attacked the Baron before have been clinging to the knight.Their quasi-heads are much stronger than their counterparts in the military formation. As long as the arrows are shot, they can almost touch the target.Due to the lack of power of the arrowhead, only four knights fell to the ground, but the other twelve were all wounded and unable to rendezvous with the iron armored infantry.Before the enemy marksman ran out of arrows, this group of nobles in Gothic plate armor seemed to have to hug their heads in the ditch to evade, without any help in the battle.

The monster responsible for harassing the Longbowman did a pretty good job.Under their cold arrows, the state of the British-German-Blue soldiers has not improved for a long time, and only a few people can open their bows and shoot normally.What's more serious is that the longbowman has been standing under the light, almost ready-made living targets, while the monsters are hidden under the dark night, not to mention the baron family soldiers, even the Kotweimel standing high up Min-bing can only see a few shaking figures.

Under this circumstance, the iron armored infantry has actually been divided and become isolated and helpless.They can only stand on the spot with flying arrows, like an iron tortoise, and continue to struggle, until the sound of rustling footsteps is continuous, and the monster infantry team officially appears.

Their whereabouts are hidden, as if directly emerging from the soil.There are so many of them that they have a large area of ​​black and white, covering an area as large as the entire farmland.They seem to understand the art of war. The main force is divided into three groups, oppressing the iron armored infantry from the north, south, and west directions. In addition, they also split up a small unit, with sporadic goose feather arrows, slowly pushing To the few longbowmen left.

[This group of monsters will never be orcs.

This thought came to Little Albert in his mind.It didn't take long for the monster infantry to walk into the light in groups, which proved his instinct indisputably.This group of roughly human-shaped monsters has neither mossy green skin nor screaming chests. There is no similarity to those curses that like to show off their muscles.

They are thin, slightly humpbacked, they are between mortals and goblins, and they have a short, soft tail on their hips.Compared with the noisy, noisy, and always noisy green-skinned races, they are not only exceptionally quiet, their formation is also unusually neat, and they are not inferior to the army of mercenaries.

[There are at least two to three hundred monsters in this group of monsters, and they are divided into several ways.With such a large number, they can walk without any chaos, and no one in the team has raised a flag, and there is no flag.Even if the bandits and orcs were poor, they would find something to fight, both for courage and for contact.What's the matter with these monsters, can't they learn magic?

Little Albert was puzzled by this.He squeezed through the crowd, trying to discuss the important matter with Gerard Chevalier, but he was stopped by the big Paul just a few steps."Boy, don't mess up." The veteran's eyes were terrifying, and his hands were very hard, his five fingers were like cold iron tongs:

"This is not the time for the mascot to appear. Find a place to hide and let the adults discuss the countermeasures!"

"They're not right!" The Lu Meng family boy, scratching in vain on the veteran's iron gloves, protested emotionally:

"Didn't you see? They don't speak, they don't raise the flag, but they move like multiple births! And the arrows they shoot, I bet they are the membrane-winged arrows on the dead in the field!"

"Of course we saw it!" The big Paul was angry and anxious, his eyebrows tucked into a lump, and the muscles of his cheek trembling violently: