Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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More than a thousand fighters from Tasmar, under the command and supervision of a small group of golden masks, took the lead in rushing into the right wing of the battlefield.

Each of them has a special saddle on their horseback. It can carry three goblin archers, riding combat, six hemp ropes, which can be fixed on both sides of the saddle, and the thin legs of the goblins like firewood are firmly fixed on the backs of the horses and horses to prevent these cruelties. And the cowardly little thing fell to the ground during the bumpy journey.

More than 8,000 arms of various sizes, simultaneously pulling more than 4,000 bows and arrows of various lengths, the roar of the horses and horses, mixed with the howling of goblins, with the long-range weapons in their hands, venting angry fire to the enemy ! Accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, for a time, the dense and slender feathers are almost connected into one piece, like a brown tide sweeping the sky and the earth, tracing a deadly curve in the air, and scouring the Gothic car. Fort.

Toria's war came too suddenly, and these improvised carriages, no matter the height of the wall, or the durability, could not be compared with Hus's war chariot. However, the Goths have their own way. They treat these vehicles as ships at sea. On the outer eaves of the carriage, layer after layer of tall, sturdy skinned wooden signs were hung, like dense fish scales, to defend the enemy's charge and arrow rain.

Each carriage carries three Gothic soldiers and a priest of the God of Punishment. Below the vehicle, there are several shivering goblins to assist in combat.

In the face of the monstrous arrow rain, humans and goblins hid behind safe shields and carriages, and also drew thousands of wooden bows, throwing sharp feathers that obscured the sky and the sun at the dark clouds.

"It's now!"

Following Al'Akir's order, a hundred storm warlocks jumped from the corners of their eyes, and waves of raging storms gathered and formed in their hands. Howling, roaring, howling and blowing to the enemy!

The feather arrows of Goths and goblins ride on the howling air currents, both in range and lethality have been significantly improved, countless arrows, deep into the flesh and blood of the enemy, leaving only a short tail .

However, Tasmar's intensive arrow rain went hard against the storm, and was blown by the wind. There were only a few scattered arrows nailed crookedly on the solid wooden shield.

"Woo-woo -"

"For the glory of the Supreme King! Charge!!"

Seeing that the long-range attack was suppressed by the locals, the golden-run imperial troops responsible for suppressing Tasmar sounded the horn of the charge, forcing them to rush to the Gothic line.

An Ran's people looked at each other helplessly, and had to retract their longbows, drew out their spears and shields, and against the howling storm, facing the majestic arrow rain, they launched a fearless charge. The three goblins who resisted on their backs still threw sharp feather arrows to the sky to assist the master's charge.

The weights of the three goblins and the four sets of equipment are superimposed. Once Tasmar's warriors start a charge, although their actions are slow, the extremely oppressive terror is even not inferior to Gorell's Romanized army.

"They rushed over! Prepare to defend! Defense!"

A mass charge of a thousand horses is enough to shake the ground under your feet. Monsters as high as seven feet are connected in a line, rushing towards themselves with the dust in the sky! Face this terrible scene. Even professional soldiers will shiver.

And the sky-shaking horseshoe, like a war drum, stretches endlessly, rushing into the sky. As if knocking on everyone's heart! A group of goblins trembling like sifting chaff suddenly burst out with a miserable howl. Several goblins with wet lower bodies turned and ran!

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, a rough pine and cypress log was hammered heavily in the goblin community, arousing a foul blood. The goblin running at the forefront ate a heavy blow from the hill giant, and the whole person was sunk in the mud. The little hand exposed outside the giant tree twitched for a few times and stopped shaking.

The hill giants grinned. The two people hug the thick and thin wooden sticks, lift them up high, and prepare for the second sweep. Numerous shriveled, **** goblin corpses stuck directly to the top of the giant stick, ticking and oozing blood downward.

Even if the language is not clear, the meaning of the giants is quite obvious-either fight or die!

Seeing the giant sticks filled with blood and corpses, and the hill giants taller than the horses and horses, the little slaves became more afraid. The two evils are the lesser of each other. In desperation, the goblin had no choice but to tremble frontally. Facing the enemy, they took out the standard weapon that Painhurs had issued to them: a spear thrower made up of bones and wooden sticks.

The spear thrower is very simple to make. At the end of a long wooden stick, tie animal bones horizontally as a baffle to make it. This tool was invented as early as the Homo sapiens period. The principle is to use a long wooden stick to extend the length of the "arm" lever, increase the initial speed of the spear and greatly increase its damage and range.

However, this thing is of no use to the Centaur. In terms of the natural brute force of the Centaur, as long as the arrow cluster is iron, they can shoot through some rough armor with a bow and arrow, let alone a heavy spear thrown?

However, for a race like goblins that is inherently inferior in power, the spear thrower can greatly make up for their shortcomings. Moreover, it is extremely convenient to manufacture, and anyone with intelligence greater than ⑨ can learn it.

In an instant, the men and horses carrying a large number of goblins were bathed in a rain of arrows, holding a kite shield full of feathers and arrows, rushing to the vicinity of the car fort. They carefully protected their throat and heart. The rain of arrows blessed by the strong wind, under the protection of armor and shields, only weakened their physical strength and caused damage that did not affect their lives.

There were very few people who died, and there were some unlucky goblins who were taken away by Liuya.

"It's fast, it's almost before their eyes!"

The horses and horses shouted fiercely. In their view, the enemies were weak humans, goblins, mentally retarded giants, and those hybrid hybrids who played witchcraft. One charge was enough to crush them!

Suddenly, the person rushing in the front was under the feet of the horse, and the whole person lost his balance and fell into the trench dug by the goblin. The bridge of the nose and the ground were firmly knocked together, and there was a crisp cracking sound!

"Wow! Wow! Wow!!!"

The goblins dug in advance, and lightly buried trenches with branches, leaves, and dirt. A handful of Tasmar warriors were smashed, and the people who rushed to the front were all hit, and they fell to pieces. The back row was frightened, and involuntarily slowed down the charge.

"Woo! Woo—"

"It's now! Shoot!"

Al'Akir and a group of hundreds of households blew the trumpet in their hands. The sound of the horn was short and long, representing the command to shoot. The goblins loaded their spears into the spear thrower, holding the wooden stick in their right hand and swiping them vigorously. Thousands of slender short spears, just like breaking the turbulent waves, rose on the ground behind the car fort! Draw arcs of death in the air!

The densely packed short spears whizzed over the shield of the car fort, like a line of dense raindrops, hitting the Tasmar warriors heavily! Splashing waves of terrible blood!

The centaur was forced to stop in front of the trench. They have lost the speed advantage brought by the charge. If they run farther and charge again, they will turn their backs against the Gothic bow and arrow... In desperation, they had to carefully jump over the gully and face directly. The army hiding behind the car fort.

The warriors intersect, and the people and horses have no choice but to find that they can’t shake these heavy wooden carts, those **** aliens, on the inside of each car, a few wooden stakes deep into the soil are tilted to make the carriage, the ground, and the wooden stakes. , Form the most stable triangle shape one by one.

The humans standing on the carriages are taller than the horses and horses. They are condescending and pierce sharp spears from the gaps in the shields to form a metal forest, matching the wooden stakes on the outside of the carriage to resist the horse. Resist Tasmar's attack.

Behind them, there is a mighty community of goblins, throwing sharp spears to the sky! Some goblins simply grabbed a short spear and crawled to the bottom of the car, poking **** flesh and blood cracks on the hoofs of the horses and horses.

Although the spear heads of those gadgets are made of sharp flint, or simply a piece of sharpened wooden sticks, the number and density are too terrifying. Many fighters have almost been pierced into hedgehogs, arms, bodies, everywhere. Full of short spears and arrows.

No matter how tough the life is, it will slowly fade away with the loss of a large amount of blood.

"Coles, take three thousand golden horses and horses to support the brothers and sisters of Tasmar, and replace them." Watching Tasmar's first battle, he fell into a disadvantage, and the face of the Supreme King seemed to be overwhelmed. The cloud of unknown layers is darker than the dark clouds above the head.

"Dig trenches? Painhurs, you are a man and horse, using this two-legged creature to counter the cavalry strategy... Coles! If you charge, you can't break those carriages, You are also slowly retreating. Since you can't attack the two wings, then we will be in the central battlefield, slowly consuming them with quantity and quality."

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At the same time, in the center of the battlefield, Chief Gereel, who took the lead, also encountered the same problem. Another hundred wind howling elemental warlocks were placed on the central battlefield by Painhurs. The violent air currents engulfed densely dense arrows, like raindrops, on the armor, shields, and flesh of the gray mane horses and horses. . And the archer on Gorell's side, in a headwind state, the bow arrow could not shoot fifty yards away.

The mercenary leader, who was extremely angry, took out his lance on the spot, took her romanized thousand heavy armor, and raided the mighty headwind. Behind him, light armored or unarmored horse herdsmen also pulled out their lances. Spears, hand axes, and the cries of war rushed into the sky!

Forty feet! Thirty feet! Twenty feet!

The Chief Greymane gave a grim smile. The heavy armor fended off countless arrows for her, and the four-foot-long lance in her hand sprinted forward very smoothly, about to pierce the enemy's neck! That unstoppable breath of blood, soon, will permeate the entire battlefield!

Then...Gorrel suddenly felt that his hooves were empty, his front hooves fell into a gully, hit the mud wall, and his whole person instantly lost his balance! Riding a spear was also deeply inserted in the mud.

"Woo-woo -"

On the frontal battlefield, there is no cover from the car fort. The flat terrain allows both sides to gallop at will.

Chief Bloodfury...No, Christina, who is no longer a Chief, watched the assault momentum was blocked and the gray mane fell into chaos, and immediately blew two trombones representing war!

Thousands of **** savage soldiers, in a loud and melodious horn, issued a wild cry like a mountain and a tsunami! They waved their halberds and launched a massive countercharge against the enemy!

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

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