A huge number of fish-men rushed to the shore, and their mouths made a gurgling sound and began to charge at the shield formation of the soldiers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Prepare for the impact!"

The officers, who were in charge of observing the situation on the battlefield, began to shout from the rear of the shield array.

The soldiers with the tower shield began to pull back one of their legs, fastened the shield clip to their left arm, and pressed the tower shield against their left shoulder, and began to prepare to absorb the impact. Behind him, the soldier who was responsible for helping him meet the impact also began to stand up to him, and he gripped the polearm on one side with both hands, ready for the onslaught.

For the sake of safety, the soldiers were wearing helmets, and the sound of dull and suppressed rapid breathing rang out in pieces.

Soon, the impact came.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The sound of fishmen colliding with shields was constantly heard in the entire shield line, and at the same time, the sound of sharp blades piercing into the flesh also continued to sound.

"Poof--snort! Poof--snort! Poof--snort! ”

The soldiers armed with tower shields focused their energies on their shields, and their right hands were now used to assist in mastering their polearms.

They gritted their teeth, constantly resisting the impact of the fish-man on the shield, and the violent and uninterrupted impact even knocked them through the shoulder of the armor and the left arm.

From the other end of the shield, there was a constant scream of the fishman hitting the shield before he died.

And behind him, the soldiers who had helped him resist the onslaught also began to focus on attacking.

He helped another soldier with a polearm to quickly pump it forward, regardless of whether it stabbed anyone or not.

Taylor Jr. has been a member of the Crusaders for almost two months, and unlike his previous training, this time he needs to be on the front lines of the battle, and his duty is to help defend against the onslaught and attack the enemy.

The strong warrior with the shield was also a recruit, he was a former adventurer who was incorporated into the supernumerary company of the Fifth Legion. For special reasons, their supernumerary companies were incorporated into the Fifth Legion, and other adventurers who did not want to join the army were dismissed.

"Bump! Touch! The impact kept hitting the shield, and the adventurer warrior didn't feel the slightest feeling, and the roar of the fishmen outside and the sound of tragic death continued to hit little Taylor's nerves.

The warrior withstood the force of the impact, and he turned back to little Taylor and said. "You don't have to help me, these fishmen can't help me, go and help her."

The warrior carried a shield, and under his helmet there was an urn sound.

Little Taylor had no choice but to come to the tail of the polearm, and nervously grasped the polearm, he pressed the end of it against the armor on his abdomen, and his heart was beating violently like a high-speed motor. In front of him, a female soldier, not much older than him, was calmly controlling her long-handled weapon.

"Grab the weapon recruit, don't put it in your belly, you'll get hurt!" The lady soldier in front of him turned her head and said to him with a reassuring smile.

Around them, the soldiers were frantically controlling their poleguns and stabbing outward.

In their case, except for the soldiers who carried the tower shield in front of them to fight against the impact, the long-handled weapons controlled by the two of them were not hit by the fish-men.

Suddenly, the longarm in little Taylor's hand seemed to be embedded in something, and suddenly it was heavy, and a wave of resistance began to push backwards towards the longarm in his hand.

The lady soldier in front of her suddenly let out a muffled snort, and her deep voice also came, "Hold on to the weapon in your hand!" Follow my pace! ”

Little Taylor nodded in a panic, he clutched his weapon tightly, following the rhythm of the female soldiers in front of him, and kept stabbing the long-handled weapon in his hand first.

The sound of armor rubbing, the sound of striking shields, the roars of the fishmen, the sound of tragic deaths, and the angry scolding of the soldiers kept ringing in little Taylor's ears.

He mechanically grasped the weapon in his hand, stabbing with the force of the weapon in front of him. The strong and tall warriors and shields in front of him, as well as the female soldiers blocking the gaps between the shields in front of him, made him unable to see what the results were outside.

He didn't know if it had any effect on him, so he stabbed outward all at once, and could only hear the outside of the shield screaming from fish people.

Just when he was dazed, a heavy horn suddenly sounded, and the sound of the horn sounded throughout the battlefield. He was a little confused and didn't know why, he found that the warrior with the tower shield in front of him began to charge, and the female soldier he had cooperated with also threw away the long-handled weapon in her hand, bent down and picked up the half-body heraldic shield and one-handed sword at his feet and rushed out.

Only then did he react, and soldiers around him continued to charge past him and towards the shore. He hurriedly stooped down to pick up his weapons and shields, and followed the other soldiers towards the shore.

Only then did he discover that on the periphery of their shield line, a wall of fish-man corpses was densely piled up, and they died miserably, all parts of their bodies were poked out of holes by long-handled weapons, and blood stained the land red.

Beyond the wall of corpses, he saw that within 100 yards of the shore, there were fishmen rushing from the lake to the shore, and the veterans who had rushed to the front were already fighting with the fishmen.

Little Taylor suppressed his violently beating heart and charged forward.

A fish-man of about 5.5 feet fixed its gaze on him. Compared to the other soldiers, Taylor Jr. wasn't too tall, he was less than 6 feet.

The fish-man purred in his mouth and brandished the spear in his hand.

Looking at the two rows of white Sensen's teeth in the fish-man's mouth, little Taylor was a little nervous, he slashed forward and slashed his weapon, but suddenly his feet slipped, and his whole body fell to the ground half-kneeling, and the fishman on the opposite side flexibly dodged the disoriented attack.

Little Taylor was a little calmer at this time, and he followed the force of the weapon in his hand, stabbing the weapon into the damp dirt to control his body and prevent further dumping.

Of course, the fish-man in front of him did not miss this good opportunity, and he waved the short spear in his hand and slashed towards the door of little Taylor's face.

"Bump!"

Little Taylor raised the shield on his left arm to dodge the stingy stabbing and stood up. But the slippery mud beneath his feet nearly caused him to fall again, and he twisted his body to try to regain control of his balance.

Beneath his feet, the land had become unusually slippery, and after a moment of effort, he lost his balance and fell in the direction of the Fish-Man.

Looking at the ugly face of the fish-man, little Taylor subconsciously put the shield in front of him and pressed it hard.

The half-coat of arms shield slammed into the wooden shield in the fish-man's hand, and then, Taylor's unbalanced body pressed against the fish-man. The fish-man was crushed to the ground by Taylor, and for a moment it panicked, and it pulled on the ground to get up.

When Taylor fell to the ground, he hurriedly tried to get up. But his plate armor boots stepped on the mud that was not soaked, and he couldn't get up at all. Over there, the fish-people are already getting up.

Little Taylor ruthlessly threw away his shield and weapon. He jumped directly onto the fish-man and rode on the fish-man's belly by pulling. He tried to press his hand against the fish-man's smooth neck.

On the smooth surface of the fish-people, there is a layer of smooth fish oil protecting them, and little Taylor's hand always can't hold the fish-man under him, which makes little Taylor's attempt frustrated.

The fish-man beneath him began to churn violently.

Little Taylor looked at the fish-man's huge mouth and sharp teeth, so he thrust his four fingers into it, clasped its mouth, and pressed its head to the ground with his thumb outside, revealing its white slippery neck.

The fish-man didn't even think about closing his mouth and began to bite little Taylor's fingers with his sharp teeth, but luckily, little Taylor was wearing plate armor gloves, otherwise a few fingers would not have been saved.

Little Taylor clamped his thighs, controlled the fish-man who was struggling violently under him, and touched his waist with his right hand, and soon a dagger came out.

Without hesitation, the dagger stabbed directly into the throat of the fish-man!

Once! Twice! Three times!

Little Taylor stabbed the fish-man from the neck down as if he were venting. At first, the fish-man struggled violently, and then the fish-man gradually stopped moving.

It wasn't until he ran out of strength that little Taylor breathed a sigh of relief, he put away his dagger and looked up at the situation on the battlefield.

As in his case, most of the recruits were affected by the road conditions, and they crookedly fought the fishmen.

However, the battle was one-sided. The fish-men, who have lost the cover of the water source, are not at all fully armed human opponents. The weapons in their hands could not even break the armor of the soldiers. The weapons in the hands of the Crusaders could easily kill them.

Taylor struggled to his feet and picked up his weapon.

And just then, he saw a fish-man who had just climbed up from the water, and something was wrong with it. It wasn't as tall as the others, it had some blue-and-white patterns that other fish-people didn't have, and it held a wooden stick in one of its hands.

It's standing on the shore, glowing bright blue in its hands, and it's like it's casting a spell?!

This fish-man can magic!!

Its target was a second lieutenant officer at the front.

Little Taylor's pupils suddenly contracted, and without thinking about it, he threw the one-handed sword in his hand at it.

The one-handed sword slashed through the air in a perfect arc and flew towards the fish-man.

Sou!

Little Taylor's eyes widened, and his one-handed sword flew past the fish-man and into Lake Lordamere...

Just as he was in a hurry, a wave of blue magical energy appeared around the fish-man. The magical energy quickly surrounded the fish-man's hands and mouth, and then exploded, a huge amount of magical energy that blasted the fish-man to pieces.

Little Taylor looked back, and there was a mage in a robe not far from the shore, who had just withdrawn his staff.