Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Roar!!!"

Bathed in the rain of stone bullets and arrows, the dilemma of the werewolf light infantry, in the **** tide, one after another roared furiously, they pulled away the tall, sturdy horse-riding stakes in front of them, and landed on their four claws, cracking on the bones. In the changing sound of the sound, it turned into a terrifying giant wolf with bloodshot eyes, like a violent wind, rushing towards the army of centaurs who draw bows and shoot arrows. However, the enemy is divided into seven parts based on the clan, and is directed towards different The direction is circuitous and retreat.

The speed of the giant wolf and the centaur is equal. For a time, the werewolf can't catch up with the army of the centaur, and the nomad can't escape the chase of the barbarian. However, the werewolf with four claws on the ground could not raise the shield and form a tight formation to withstand the enemy’s horrible rain of arrows.

On the other hand, this elite army has fully acquired the Parthian shooting technique. When they move, they can twist their flexible waist at will, while winding and retreating, while giving up aiming, and instead increase the shooting speed to the highest. The enemy fired waves of sharp feathers like flying locusts all over the sky!

Countless sharp arrows fell on the werewolf's head like a downpour. Some of the arrows fell into the sky, nailed to the shield on the werewolf's back, or on the soft grass, but there were also some sharp feather arrows that penetrated into the werewolf's flesh and blood, giving them terrible pain or eternal death.

The descendants of God’s Choice knew that they could not control eight powerful and rebellious tribes. They simply let them fight on their own. Under the leadership of the leaders and chiefs of the tribes, the army of more than 11 thousand people was scattered into hundreds. The messy squad, roundabout and outflank the bloodthirsty werewolves who came to die.

If they are chasing north, the other three squads will chase and shoot a deadly arrow. If the werewolves choose to disperse and chase enemies in several directions at the same time...

Seeing the enemy scattered, the chief sister Gui of the Thunder Spear clan immediately used his horns to blow out the loud sound of thunder, and the scattered Thunder Spear soldiers quickly assembled. These elite warriors, wearing leather armor, holding broad shields and spears, are like an insurmountable wall of flesh and blood. They did not shout the title of the **** of nature, nor did they roar the prestige of their chieftain, with a kind of near-death. silence. Lowering the tip of the spear, gathered from all directions to respond, and at the same time rushed to the scattered werewolf detachment!

"Pouch!!"

The members of the Stormpike clan can be said to be the tallest and strongest among the people. They are fat and strong, and with equipment, each person may be able to reach a terrifying weight of 1.2 tons. Coupled with the terrible potential energy added during the charge, and the airtight neat formation, it makes the enemy inevitable and inevitable!

With a charge, the Thunder Pike clan was like a ruin, and directly destroyed the scattered werewolves. The sharp tip of the spear shredded the enemy's internal organs and bones, the strong body smashed the werewolf's flesh and blood body, and the hard horse hooves crushed the monster's limbs!

When they finished their charge and raised their spears again, the top of the spears of each Thunderpike man and horse was hung with the broken corpses of one or two werewolves, like ferocious, **** primitive flags, hunting along with the sound of their hooves. Make a noise! At the same time, a scary arc of blood was sprinkled to the rear.

"Damn! Can't disperse! Assemble! Assemble!"

In desperation, the werewolves turned their heads and regrouped. However, after seeing the enemy retreating, the half-man and half-horse who had fled originally used the most skillful rider to master the turning skills: their four hooves were fighting hard. While kicking the grass, twisting his huge body, spinning, jumping, and closing his eyes in mid-air, the whole person instantly rotated 180 degrees in the air, and when he landed, he was already facing the back of the werewolf retreating! The men and horses roared at the name of Skerritt, bent bows and arrows, and killed the beastly humans again!

Under the leadership of Painhurs, the blood rage horses simply relied on the kinetic energy of running to rotate their waists, arms, and wrists to fully exert their muscle power. They had already learned the most correct shooting posture from the acting chief. , Threw a heavy iron javelin.

The lethality of these gadgets is not comparable to that of bows and arrows. Each heavy javelin with a length of one meter, five to six, and a child’s arm thickness, is like a roaring train, easily shredded and penetrated through the flesh and bones of the werewolf. , The huge power led them to fly forward, and nailed them to the blood-soaked grassland.

The werewolf light infantry finally gathered together, only to find that they were surrounded by horses and horses, the thunder roaring from the vibrating bowstring, the piercing roar of feathers and arrows across the sky, and the dense drumbeats of horseshoes stepping through the grassland... The sounds mixed together, almost piercing their soft eardrums! Seeing the enemies gather together again, the hill giants once again threw a huge stone bullet, so that the dark shadow that obscured the sky and the sun once again shrouded the werewolf's head...

As soon as the battle started, Gavill felt a deep despair. He didn't know anything about people and horses, but the Jinlu clan had already told all of their compatriots about the werewolf's knowledge. They knew all about the strengths and advantages of werewolves.

"The central forces charge! Cover our compatriots! The two wings are waiting for my instructions! Long live Horus!!!"

Helpless, Gavill had to use quantity to make up for his disadvantage. 12,000 bloodthirsty werewolves, like a flood that bursts a bank, roaring with beastly ferocious wolves, step by step compressing the space for movement of the horses and horses. At the same time, on the left and right wings, there are a total of 5,000 outstanding soldiers in leather armor. And in my own hands, that

A thousand decisive soldiers transformed into wolves are in the rear, studying the tactics of the horses and horses, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

"Chief Toria!"

Suddenly, an eagle hovering in the sky shrank back a pair of huge black wings, like a meteor, falling on the grassland, swelling up and down, changing into a tall, gray-skinned centaur. Numerous strands of cyan hair braids stretched back along the curve of his head, tied into a simple ponytail behind his head.

"Say." Tolia replied concisely.

"My druids, I have found the leader of the enemy army. He is right behind the central army of werewolves. There are about a thousand heavy armored werewolves in chain mail and holding a two-handed axe."

"Very good." Toria's mouth raised a cold smile. She just wanted to use the golden horn to directly shout out her own commands, but she was afraid that the enemy would understand the Mu language, so she made precautions in advance. The descendants of God's election bowed their heads and thought for a while, and finally decided to send their cronies to use a more primitive way of running errands to convey their will.

"You two, go and inform the chiefs of Windhowl and Greymane clan to let them go around from the west. The shield soldiers of the Greymane clan drag the werewolves on the left wing of the enemy, so that the half-element warlocks of Windhowl can attack the enemy's heart. A precise bombardment."

"Yes."