Chapter 669: It's Too Late! (Page 1/1)

Walter thought he was going to die, but he heard the screams of his enemies. The sound of horses' hooves followed, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a short spear piercing the breastplate of his dwarf foe.

The power of this short spear was so great that it pierced through the enemy and crucified him to the ground. The remaining two enemies were as if they were on the verge of a great enemy, staring intently behind them.

Just as Walter was about to turn around to take a look, he heard the sound of wind. Before Walter could see what was happening, a tall Andalusian horse rushed past him and crashed straight into the enemy in front of him.

But to his surprise, the enemy who was knocked away actually hugged the front hooves of the war horse, and did not let go even if the war horse crushed his body.

The speed of the horse slowed down involuntarily, and another enemy pounced on the knight on the horse. In the face of the knight's heavy sword, which was slashed by the knight, he didn't dodge at all, and slashed at the knight's thigh.

The knight on the horse had cut off the enemy's head, but one of his legs had left his body. The knight fell off his horse with a scream, and was immediately dismembered by the dwarf enemy who surrounded him.

The scene was a thrilling sight for Walter, with three diminutive enemies alone helpless against a knight on a tall warhorse.

But if they can easily kill the knights together, how did this group of enemies train them? How could they be so disregarding their own life and death!

Before he could figure it out, one of the knights pulled him onto his horse and galloped towards the city of Reshalam. It was only then that Walter saw that the city of Resharan had sent fifty cavalry to his rescue.

In just that moment, more than a dozen knights were pulled off their horses and dismembered by their blades, and a dozen or so were killed by the enemy's short guns on the way to charge without rushing in.

Less than 30 of the more than 50 cavalrymen could escape back, and if they hadn't escaped quickly, I am afraid they would have to stay in the battle formation of the Changxing army.

These cavalrymen, Walter, knew a little bit about them, and they were mercenaries brought in by the Dutch at great expense from Europe. It is their job to pay for their lives, and it is the most important force in the city of Reshalam.

The flat southern part of Taiyuan Island, which usually ruled Taiyuan Island, relied on the deterrence of this cavalry, and now it was enough to lose nearly half of it in order to save him, and it was enough to see that the Dutch had exhausted all their strength.

When the cavalry fled with Walter back to the city of Reshaland, they immediately closed the gates. Ignoring the soldiers who had not yet fled into the city, the group surrendered when the Changxing army approached.

By the time they came to the city of Reshalan, the Changxing army had captured more than 1,000 Manila natives and more than 200 captives. These people were escorted by the Changxing army to the city of Reshalan, and at this moment all the captives were afraid, they did not know if the Changxing army would use their heads to force the city of Resharan to surrender.

Walter, who had survived, said to Rayoz with his first words: "The city of Resharan is not easy to defend!" The enemy is too elite, and we don't have the slightest chance of winning in the field! ”

When Rayoz heard that the Changxing military might be rifled muskets, and also solved the problem of loading troubles, Reyoz was not calm.

This shows that the soldiers of the Changxing Army can stand outside the range of the musketeers of the fortress and easily take out any soldier defending the city. If it weren't for the powerful artillery in Reshalan, there would be no way to stop the attack of the Changxing army here.

With the arrival of the Changxing army in the city, the entire city of Resharan became nervous. They looked at the captives who were being escorted to the city in horror, and they all wanted to know the fate of these people.

Soon the soldiers of the city of Rejaran learned the fate of the captives, and they were driven to dig a trench a mile away from the city.

Seeing this, Rejoz and Walter's hearts were relieved a lot, and they felt that the Changxing Army must be besieging Resharan City for a long time.

As long as you wait, you will have a chance, at least you don't have to face the strong attack of the Changxing army immediately. The soldiers of the death brigade just now left a deep impression on them, and it was really a question whether the city of Resharan could be defended with all the strength of the enemy to attack the city.

The bored Ma Jingbo took the initiative to take care of the Manila natives who were digging a ditch, which was more than a mile away from the city of Reshalan. Nothing could hit it here except artillery, and the Dutch would only use artillery to attack a few trenched Manila native captives unless they were insane.

That would be a huge blow to the morale of the city, and it would destroy the fragile friendship that the Dutch and the Dry Lace could easily form.

Looking at the grinding Manila natives Ma Jingbo was upset, this group of short black and thin natives was not as good as the natives on Taiyuan Island.

The biggest characteristic of this group of people is that they are lazy, they can sit and never stand, and they can lie down and never sit. Give each of them a handful of wood to dig up the softer sand, and stop and be lazy as soon as you don't look at it.

Moreover, this group of people is also very cunning, and they communicate with each other in indigenous languages while the Changxing army is not paying attention. Of course, Changxingjun would not be polite to this, and the gun in his hand smashed the heads of several natives to blood.

But even this still does not allow the natives to improve efficiency, and seeing that an hour has passed, the aborigines are still a shallow pit under their feet.

Ma Jingbo's eyes immediately widened, and his patience with this group of lazy people had reached the limit. When he saw the sneer on the face of the lazy native, he immediately drew his short hammer and pointed it at the man.

"Bang!" A bang echoed through the natives, who stared incredulously at the bloody hole in his chest. Blood foam kept coming out of his mouth, and he pointed at Ma Jingbo with his finger and swallowed his last breath.

The surrounding indigenous captives all clenched the wooden lifts in their hands, and looked at Ma Jingbo with unkind eyes. But Ma Jingbo suddenly laughed, he slowly withdrew the short gun, took off the immortal gun, put on the bayonet, and looked at the captives around him with disdain.

The captives' eyes became more and more fierce, and they picked up the wooden lifting and slowly moved towards Ma Jingbo. Ma Jingbo looked down on the natives in front of him at all, he was not an opponent with a weapon in his hand, and now he dared to show his teeth with a wooden lift, which was really boring.

Before Ma Jingbo could make a move, the sound of the steel knife unsheathed sounded from behind Ma Jingbo. He looked back and saw that it was a group of soldiers who dared to die walking up.

The person at the head was none other than Li Zhen, who drew his sword and shouted, "Kneel!" Get down on your knees now! And asked Ma Jingbo with concern: "Sir! Are you alright? ”

"These lazy captives dare to resist, and I'm handed it over to you! Kill them and dirty my hands! Ma Jingbo turned around and left!

Li Zhen surrounded the dozen natives with the soldiers of the death brigade, and the natives only realized that something was wrong at this time. Hurriedly dropped the wood and knelt and kowtowed, but it was too late!

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