Chapter 1000 Lion Legion

To the south of the Suzdal River, west of the town of Noslav, on the vast Kiev plain, a great war is brewing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Taikang 5th year June 25th, the southwest of the stone bridge stronghold appeared a vast black cloud, far away, flags waving, swords and guns, more than 10,000 Slavic infantry, covering the sky and the sun, endless, huge pressure swept in, at this time the stone bridge stronghold is so small, like a broken sail in the sea, will be overturned at any time. The earth trembled, the birds flew far away, and no living creature wanted to come near this heaven and earth, which was full of the breath of death. The scorching sun carries the heat of early summer, the vision is a little blurred, bathed in the sun, but you can't feel the slightest warmth, and the coldness of death stimulates everyone's heart. Zhao Mingjiu held the saber tightly, the handle of the knife was covered with sweat, even if he had experienced countless lives and deaths, he still couldn't resist the pressure that came to his face, and now there were only more than a thousand defenders in the Shiqiao stronghold, as the forward post of the Kiev Plain, the big battle came, and it was the first to bear the brunt. Looking up at the scorching sun, his forehead was wrinkled, and he was afraid that he would not be able to escape this battle after all. Zhao Mingjiu was born from a humble background, and it is precisely because of his humility that he knows how to live better. Rolling in the world, everyone has a death, if it is certain to die, then bravely meet it, because only with fear, real struggle, it is possible to live.

With a bang, a long knife crossed a graceful arc, glowing with a faint cold light, raising the knife in his hand, Zhao Mingjiu's old-fashioned face revealed iron-like fortitude, and the hoarse and rough voice reached everyone's ears. At this time, Zhao Mingjiu was fierce, and his eyes widened angrily, "In the final battle to the death, we will fight to the death." We are the warriors of the sharp front battalion, the sword is like thunder and fire, the attack is like the swift wind, and we will never retreat. Raise your weapons, cut through the firmament of hell, inherit the light of darkness, and carry glory, protect our families, and maintain the prestige of the regent. The glory of our ancestors is still flowing, and the glory of greatness will continue. We will fight to the death, for the sake of our family, for the glory, for the sake of the regent, kill! ”

In the face of the enemy army that covers the sky and the sun, the tide of offensive, how small the individual is, who is not afraid? Many young faces, showing frightened expressions, some people's hands trembled slightly, when Zhao Mingjiu's voice sounded in the stronghold, they seemed to be infected by something, and the lost courage slowly returned. Suddenly, an earth-shattering cry erupted from the stronghold, and the voices rose one after another, soaring into the sky, flying up to the nine heavens, "We will fight to the death, for the sake of our family, for the glory, for the sake of the regent, kill.... Kill ....."

The gate of the stronghold had long since collapsed, and a group of soldiers in black armor looked ahead with blazing eyes, and they no longer feared or hesitated. The wave-like attack of the Slavs was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Mingjiu finally moved, "Set up the shield, the crossbowmen prepare, after a distance of thirty zhang, within a quarter of an hour, all the arrows will be scattered, the pikemen will move forward, and the wings will be tightened." ”

"Huh.... "Even in the face of an enemy ten times their size, the soldiers of the Ruifeng Battalion still have the same face, and at this moment, whoever is afraid will die quickly." The horn of war finally sounded, and behind the Slavic infantry that spread over the mountains was a man with bare arms and golden armor, a burly man with blond hair like a lion, and his whole body burst with surging strength, holding two broadswords and knotted muscles in his arms. He is a warrior who came out of the Caucasus, a killer nicknamed "Demon Hound", his name is Murye, his arm strength is amazing, he entered the Duchy of Suzdal at the age of thirteen, and with the Yuri family to fight in all directions, in fifteen years, Mannye has grown from a lowly wooden spearman to the first warrior under Yuri, and he is the consul of the Lion Legion. Manerye looked coldly at the battlefield in the distance, and his tall body also stood out from the crowd. The buzzing sound kept sounding, the rain of arrows covered the sky, like a plague of locusts flying overhead, the Slavs maintained a dense charging formation, facing the swarming rain of arrows, there was nowhere to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, the people in the front fell one piece. However, the Slavs did not stop, did not even have the heart to stop and watch, they could only rush forward, because behind them stood the "demon hound". Murye is not only fierce to the enemy, but also ruthless to his own people, the lion army is a word of Murye, he wants to rush, he wants to retreat, he wants to retreat, and those who violate the order have only a dead end.

There are not many soldiers and horses left in Kipros today, and the Xiongshi Corps is definitely an infantry corps with the strongest combat effectiveness, and the Lion Corps is strong in combat, which is forced out by strict training. In this harsh training environment, many people were forced into war machines. Zhao Mingjiu ordered the arrow rain offensive, but the arrows in the stronghold were limited after all, and the arrow rain seemed so weak in the face of the tide of enemy troops. In less than a quarter of an hour, the arrows ran out, and the men of the Lion Regiment had crossed the death zone, stepping on the corpses of their companions, raising their weapons in their hands, and erupting into a frenzied tiger roar, "Ulla... Ulla...."

Boom, the Slavs crashed into it like hammers, their attacks didn't seem to have any formation, they didn't have any rules, but they were crazy enough. Several people hit the shield, pushed forward hard, and in the face of the spear that stabbed out at any time, they simply blocked it with the corpse, and more and more corpses lay on the shield, and the Slavs behind ignored it, directly stepped on the corpse as a ladder, grabbed the shield and slashed down. Zhao Mingjiu gasped, it was the first time since he crossed the Qiu Suming jungle that he had encountered such crazy Slavic soldiers, and they almost didn't care about casualties in order to break through the defensive line. Due to the madness of the Slavs, there were countless casualties, and the heavy shield array had been piled up into a mountain of corpses before. The soldiers of the Ruifeng battalion were also stimulated, they were the most elite soldiers, they were the personal guards of His Royal Highness the Regent, and they would definitely not lose to anyone. This crazy behavior of the Slavs also provoked the ferocity of the soldiers of the Sharp Blade Battalion, one of them lost his long knife and snatched a spear, just when a Slavic soldier stepped on the corpse and poked his head out, trying to jump over the shield, Na Du Tong was quick and stabbed the head of the Slavic soldier directly, and the head of the spear pierced out of the back of the head, and the blood was dripping on it, mixed with white things, "Brothers, don't be afraid, the shield hand will retreat back with the gap, and the spearman will go up with me." ”

Under his infection, the morale of the shield soldiers was greatly boosted, and they actively tilted their shields to expose the gaps, and they all held spears and rushed forward along the gaps. It has been a fierce battle for nearly half an hour, and a mountain of corpses has been piled up in front of the shield array before, and at this time, without the support of the shield, the corpses fell down in an uproar, and many Slavic soldiers standing on the corpse mountain couldn't react, and they couldn't stand steadily under their feet, so they rolled down directly. A thousand-year-old thick eyebrows upside down, hateful Orientals, actually removed their shields at this time, they don't want to live? What surprised him even more was that not only did the shield-bearer retreat, but those who were hiding behind the shield actually rushed up, which was really unexpected. Are the Oriental people insulting people, they are obviously in a disadvantaged position, and they dare to take the initiative to pounce.

Puff, puff, many Slavs did not expect that the shield was withdrawn, and the other party would advance instead of retreating, and before they could react, they were stabbed to death near the mountain of corpses by the spear of black pressure. However, the Slavs' attack was only slight, and then the fierce momentum resurged, and the commander drew his broadsword, his eyes were red and roared, "The Easterners can't hold it anymore, pounce on them, and kill them." ”

Countless Slavs climbed from the mountain of corpses and launched a frenzied encirclement and suppression of more than 200 pikemen. The Lion Regiment was bound to win the stronghold of Ishibashi, and they thought that this battle would be easily won, and even the Orientals were under pressure and had a great chance of giving it up. But the course of the battle was not at all what they imagined, the Orientals were like mad dogs, relying on their strongholds, forming an iron defensive line, and in the face of this iron, the Slavic soldiers suffered countless casualties. The mountain of corpses is full of stumps and broken arms, and now the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the heat wave is mixed with the smell of blood, which is even more pungent. The blood could not be dried, and walking over the mountain of corpses, everyone was like a demon crawling out of purgatory. Desolation, terror, wailing, between heaven and earth, form a picture of death. A Slavic soldier jumped down from the mountain of corpses, holding a pikeman and opening his mouth to bite, the scimitar in his hand kept cutting down, the pikeman roared in pain, his arm was forced to look down, the flesh tendons were not all broken, connected to the broken arm on the ground, and the Slavic soldier had half a piece of meat in his mouth, but before he had time to be happy, there was a steel knife on the top of his head that was slashed down, this knife was so powerful that a head rolled to the side like a blood gourd.

This is the battlefield, there is not the slightest artistic beauty, some are just killing, and some are just how to slaughter each other. Once they fought together, how could they have the slightest idea, the soldiers of the Ruifeng battalion were brave and good at fighting, known as the strongest battalion in the army, after all, they could not defeat the Slavs who followed one after another, and more than 200 soldiers were flooded by the tide in the blink of an eye. This is the difference in strength, in the face of strong strength, any tactics, any formation, any intrigue and intrigue seem so weak. But their sacrifice was worth it, in less than a stick of incense, the shield soldiers had been constantly retreating, coming to the outside of the stronghold wall, leaning against the stronghold bluestone wall, reforming a defensive line, due to the obstruction of the wall, the Slavs could not attack from both sides in a short period of time, and could only rush head-on, so that the area of the attack was reduced, and the Slavs were weakened in disguise. Zhao Mingjiu's face did not change in the slightest, just like a dead man's face, and in the distant rear, Manerye was already enraged. It's just more than 1,000 Orientals, and in a short period of time, more than 1,000 casualties have been inflicted on the Lion Corps.

"Ahh Roar..."Murye roared, like a lion roaring, shocking people's hearts, urging the war horse under his crotch, he rushed to the stronghold angrily, he wanted to participate in this battle himself, let the Orientals see the power of Caucasian men. With golden armor and a war horse, Manerye was like a god descending from the sky, and when he saw his figure, the Slavs were in high spirits and kept roaring. Getting closer and closer, Murye was not afraid, there was only excitement on his face, he used the broadsword as a heavy horse, held the broadsword in one hand, and slammed it into the shield. With a bang, everyone was stunned, and even Zhao Mingjiu couldn't help frowning. The shield was actually blown out and smashed against the wall, and the three soldiers behind the shield were also knocked to the ground. Everything came too suddenly, and no one expected that Manerye would be so fierce, and what an inhuman force he was to hit the heavy shield with one hand. Murje showed his might, and the Slavs were encouraged to attack more fiercely. Zhao Mingjiu was shocked in his heart, although he didn't want to admit it, but he knew that the two of them couldn't beat this strong man in golden armor.

As the gap in the shield array grew larger and wider, the entire defense line collapsed, and the pikemen and swordsmen who were behind the shield array could not stop the swarming Slavs. Like a god of killing, Murye continues this nightmare of killing. Zhao Mingjiu's heart was dripping blood, but he still restrained himself and stood at the door with his saber, "Everyone retreats to the stronghold and relies on the terrain to resist. ”

At this point, Zhao Mingjiu never thought about being alive, and now, he can only kill and injure as many Slavs as possible. The remnants of less than two hundred soldiers, in front of more than seven thousand Slavic soldiers, were like a bedbug, ready to be crushed to death at any time. Murye looked contemptuously at the stone bridge stronghold in front of him, he felt that the victory was already in his hands, and none of these Orientals could escape, and all of them would become the souls of their own swords. Boom, looking up, it turned out to be a section of the wall that had collapsed with the attack. Victory was in sight, and the Slavic soldiers rushed excitedly into the stronghold, and some of the soldiers of the Ruifeng battalion who did not have time to retreat into the stronghold were tortured and killed by the enemy who was several times their size.

Looking back, the ground was full of corpses, the sun was shining, but there was a thick dark aura spreading under the dome, and under the scorching sun, it seemed that one soul was slowly rising. Manerye couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect a small stone bridge stronghold to lose so many people, this is just the beginning, as the battle deepens, how many will survive in the end? Zhao Mingjiu has been resisting, he will not escape, there is nowhere to escape, and he will not surrender. There were many traps in the stronghold, but they could not stop the crazy Slavs at all, and there were fewer and fewer people around them, until there was no one else.

Zhao Mingjiu was covered in blood, scars everywhere, his saber was hanging low, and his arms were constantly oozing blood, he had become a bloody man, and he couldn't see his original appearance. The Slavs were surrounded by fierce gods, and at this moment, it seemed that only one of them was left in the world, facing the scorching sun alone.

Today is a memorable day, a thousand chapters, it's really bittersweet and sour, and I feel a lot of emotion! (To be continued.) )