Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"His Royal Highness! Order the retreat! Our army has been cut and surrounded by horses and horses!"

A blood-stained heavy armored cavalry, riding a war horse that was also dyed in the color of **** and breathing heavily in his nostrils, stumbled towards Prince Adler.

"It's messed up, it's all messed up! The armor rate of those monsters is terrible! The herders' scimitars and short spears can't penetrate the enemy's armor at all! They are like sharp knives that have already chiseled our cavalry troops. After wearing it once, the gap was filled with more monsters in an instant, dividing our army into two parts-now, at least a quarter of the brothers have completely lost contact with everyone! Moreover, the people responsible for piercing the battle line The troop, came here for the second time!"

"Withdrawal? A joke! I haven't lost yet!"

Adler raised the shield of his left hand and steadily blocked the full swing of a man and horse. Accompanied by the miserable and ghostly **** chant, the prince's right hand holding the hilt of the knife suddenly flicked a slender index finger to guide it. A crackling thunder beam penetrated precisely through the center of the monster's eyebrows.

The dripping blood, along with the scorched smoke rising from the wound, splashed over Commander Teflin's, slightly crazy **** face.

"His Royal Highness? Our lone army went deep and too close to the north. Now we retreat and rejoin the infantry unit. The best choice is to regroup and fight again. The number of soldiers on the opponent's armour is too exaggerated. How could there be so much iron on the grassland? Thousand-headed monster?!"

Another half demon who looked like a general also persuaded him, his eyes looking into the distance uneasy.

The human body and horse body are equipped with sophisticated iron armor, and the centaurs with only four hooves and eyes exposed to the air, wielding a gloomy blood-colored giant axe, once again chiseling in its own formation! The herdsmen were so scared by this troop that they fled one after another and did not dare to confront it!

"Yes, temple..."

The third court heavy cavalry had not yet spoken. Suddenly, a huge spear whizzed and slid over the battlefield, piercing his forehead with precision, with a terrifying impact, accompanied by a fleet of bright red night flowers. , Directly opened half of his skull!

"Why are there arrow feathers on the tail of this spear?"

Teflin nearby was stunned for a while.

On the other side, for several years, either he has been entangled by the complicated tribal government affairs, or is troubled by his inability to board the legendary Pain Hess, trying to use blood and death to find the feeling of war. He stretched his bow and set arrows, and every iron arrow shot by the enchanted longbow would rapidly expand into the size of a spear in mid-air, shooting mercilessly, and piercing the enemies of the tribe.

"found it!"

When the battle was at an irreparable disadvantage, Prince Adler, who was covered with blood on his body, suddenly burst into crazy laughter. A vulture was resting on his right shoulder wearing thick leather armor. , The bald head, pecking at the pus and fleshy foam sticking to the armor.

"Have you seen that handsome flag? That is the command center of those monsters! Look! Black robe, white coat! Holding an enchanted compound longbow in your hand! That's right, it must be their chief! "

The prince of Abkhazia, like a desperate crazy gambler, caught the last bargaining chip in the **** of blood and fire.

"All the court heavy cavalry! Charge! Target, the white horse in black robes! All the herdsmen cover us! At the same time, send a messenger to the rear to cancel the order of the infantry to go north to reinforcements-if I fail, I will die by the monster With their hands, they can't save the defeat if they come here. If I succeed and the troops collapse because of the death of the chief, they won't be needed here."

"Your will!"

Looking at the messenger going away, Adler quickly assembled more than 900 heavy cavalry around him, carefully avoiding the rampant group of heavy armor and fearless, roaring the name of the lord of the nine prisons, waving the charge. The spear, the armor-piercing mace, followed Adler's handsome flag and drove straight in!

Accompanied by the sound of horseshoes that made the earth tremble, Jiubai Zhongqi was like a sharp knife, stabs a group of horses on the left side of the battlefield, and raised the mace high, and fell heavily. A thick layer of iron armor can crush the enemy's bones!

Soon, after paying the price of a hundred lives, Abkhazia's elite heavy cavalry, at the fastest speed, broke through the temporary line of defense composed of three hundred households.

The centaur wanted to chase, but found more red-eyed herders, with scimitars, bows and arrows, and even flesh and blood bodies, stopping them at all costs!

"What? Those Teflins are coming at me?"

Pain Hess once again shot a spear-sized terrifying arrow, piercing a half-devil with the hip mount, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Well, everything has advantages and disadvantages. Although the addition of the Hundred-Family Dragon Banner, the Qian-Fei Dragon Banner, and even the Shuai Banner, the organization and coordination of the troops in the war has risen several steps, but it also exposed the command system. Where.

"Protect the warchief!"

Seeing that eight hundred were covered in blood, like a heavy cavalry killed from the nine prisons, rushing straight to their own warchief, a few hundred household chiefs who were the closest to Painhurs and were not entangled by half-devil herdsmen, quickly took them with them. His own people left the fight, trying to stop the opponent's charge.

However, those Teflins continued to divide their troops like crazy. Every time they saw a group of hundreds of people rushing over, they scattered more than 30 heavy cavalry who were not afraid of death. They used their lives to delay the opponent’s progress and let their own people. The pace of his charge did not slow down by a single minute.

The horses waved the halberds in their hands helplessly, and screamed fiercely with these heavy armored dead men willing to die. They watched more than six hundred half demons and went straight to their chief chief.

"Look! That guy has no armor! A robe! He has a bow! He must not be good at melee combat! As long as you rush to him, with the help of the charge, you can easily kill the chiefs of these monsters! Charge!!!"

Adler looked like a madman, as if only the reflection of Painhurs was left in his blood-colored eyes.

"Interesting, don't move! I'll try it. I haven't done it with real swords in four or five years."

The centaur warlock put away the longbow in his hand, and on his pale face, a confident smile bloomed, wisps of creepy death-killing intent, slowly oozing out every pore of his skin, so that the surrounding men and horses, Can not help but shudder.

I saw that the warchief was like a pale phantom of the wind, rushing out of his commanding banner, and also rushing in the direction of Adler.

A mere half-devil, dare to charge his own handsome flag? Want to behead yourself? Then let's see who it is and who beheaded!

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