Chapter 629 The Master of the Netherworld
"Colin, hurry up, support the west side."
Odo galloped towards Colin, the captain of the first company of the first division, and rushed away with Odo's urgent order.
Collin's company, which is fighting with the Lombard mercenaries on the frontal battlefield, is an elite soldier of the Welsh Legion, and its combat prowess goes without saying. At the moment when the heavy armored infantry company broke through the enemy's shield formation, the soldiers of the first company decisively seized the opportunity, broke into pieces, and dispersed into more than thirty combat groups with a combination of offense and defense in small teams, moving back towards the formation of the Lombard mercenaries. Thanks to the tacit cooperation between the soldiers, after several encounters, the mercenaries were beaten to the point of running away, with over a hundred casualties, while Colin's company only paid the price of five deaths and seven injuries.
int injury Preface ″ Colin holds the sword in one hand and spits a mouthful of phlegm on the ground . His face covered with blood makes his sunken eyes even more fierce .
Looking at the timid guy in front of him, his eyes were full of disdain.
The Lombard regular army knight standing opposite him held a long sword in his hand and moved his feet back and forth on the ground, avoiding the long sword that the guy in front of him might chop at any time. The knight kept his eyes fixed on the murderous guy in front of him, fearing that a mistake would make him a dead soul under his opponent's sword.
Moments ago, this guy wearing full-body plate armor chopped down three of the knight's elite attendants in a row, and slit the necks of two mercenaries at the same time. Seeing the demons charging all the way, the Lombard knights in fine armor were so frightened that they backed away and tried to hide under the cover of others, but they were already crowded into a pot of porridge behind them. There was no way to escape. The frightened knight didn't know where the bloody courage came from. He quickly got up from the ground, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointing the tip of the sword in the direction of Colin.
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Taking advantage of the knight's panic, Colin kicked his opponent in the crotch. Suddenly, a sharp pain caused Qi Tu to kneel down slowly. His right hand holding the sword rested on the ground, and his left hand reached for the painful part. Before the residual pain in Qi Tu's lower body could spread throughout his body, Colin raised his sword, aimed at the guy's neck and stabbed it hard. The sword immediately penetrated the entire neck.
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Embryo! "
Colin stepped on the guy's shoulder with his left foot, pulled out the long sword, and smashed a mouthful of sleep foam on the fallen body.
Picked up the knight's sword on the ground and touched the blood on his face. Colin turned around and mobilized a flag team to rush towards the Western Front -
"Brothers, hold on, reinforcements are coming soon!"
Hans, the captain of the new company who was ahead of Colin and rushed to the Western Front battlefield to support him, had just finished speaking. Holding the giant shield he had just picked up from the ground, he took a few steps with the weight of his body, knocking the two unlucky guys to the ground, and pinned them tightly under him. He immediately pulled out the dagger on his calf and stabbed the two mercenaries in the head. After the two guys stopped moving, Hans slowly stood up.
On the other side, Burry, captain of the Third Banner, was leading several of his brothers and young peasant soldiers from Provence to deal with the Lombard cavalry. Trying to open a gap and counter-encircle the Lombard cavalry. I tried several times but failed. As a last resort, Bury had no choice but to give up.
However, the Lombard cavalry's offensive became increasingly fierce. The activity space of the Buri flag troops and young peasants and soldiers was continuously reduced.
The soldiers on the outermost edge were the first to be mercilessly slaughtered by the Lombard cavalry, and they fell one after another. "Hold on, hold on to me—"
Bury shouted hoarsely, and the crowded space almost crushed his chest, and his breathing became more rapid.
There are corpses lying on the ground everywhere under your feet. Once you lose your footing, you are likely to be trampled to death by your companions around you.
Despair, complete despair.
Looking at the fallen brothers one by one, a trace of tears flashed in Berry's eyes. His limbs had long been numb, his legs could not bend in the small space, and his body was squeezed and collided by the surrounding soldiers.
In a daze, the shadow of a Lombard mercenary wearing linen long sleeves, leather armor, and long hair appeared in front of Buri, with a hint of evil in the corner of his mouth. Barry blinked subconsciously, thinking he had seen it wrong. The mercenary slowly raised his right hand, and a curved scimitar hung over Berry's head. Bury shook his head, and when he opened his eyes again, the scimitar in the mercenary's hand was already slashing at him~
In an instant, Bury's heart was in his throat, and his brain suddenly woke up. He tried with all his strength to raise his sword to block, but his hands were stuck under his body and he could not move.
Looking at the scimitar coming towards his head, Berry slowly closed his eyes and died calmly.
But fate played a big joke on him.
A sharp piercing sound came from the front left, accompanied by the sound of skulls breaking, and the scimitar brought a gust of cool wind as it swept. Then, a scream brought Berry back from the brink of death.
Hunting his eyes open, dozens of armor-piercing heavy arrows were driven straight into the heads of the Lombard mercenaries. The blood splashed down on the ground like rain. Then, screams came from the mouths of the mercenaries.
Bury turned to the left. The crossbow company directly under the Welsh Army Corps, under the leadership of captain Jason, stretched out its bow and set its arrows, constantly greeting the Lombard mercenaries.
Not far away, company captain Colin led a flag team to the outside of the Lombard cavalry and began to strangle the panicked mercenaries one by one.
Not long after, a group of Netherworld troops quietly appeared behind the Lombard mercenaries.
Using the cover of the gentle slope, more than fifty heavy cavalry swooped down and disrupted the Lombards' camp that had finally stabilized. Immediately afterwards, a well-equipped team of more than 400 people also joined the melee, and the balance of the war began to tilt significantly towards the Wells Army.
"Oh God, what happened? Where did those bastards come from?"
The unclear mercenary leader cursed loudly, surprised by the sudden appearance of the strange army.
Looking at the soldiers who started to rout again, the mercenary leader could only shout loudly: "Hold it to me, hold it! If anyone dares to take even half a step back, I will chop him!"
After speaking, the anxious leader rushed into the battlefield with his guards. He decided to lead by example and boost morale.
The mercenary leader overestimated the loyalty and obedience of his group of guys who could fight smoothly and make money.
Just when the ghostly reinforcements outside Santia suddenly appeared on the battlefield, the cunning guys among the mercenaries had already begun to run towards the rear.