Clear blue sky, curling white clouds, under the blowing of the refreshing summer breeze, making an appointment with three or five friends, is undoubtedly the most perfect outing day, but now it is staged a cruel fight.

Blood splattered and fell to the ground, quickly penetrating into the soil, screaming and screaming, and the sound of blades cutting through armor, piercing the ears and teeth, tormenting everyone's eardrums.

The Wild Mushroom Heavy Infantry Regiment is worthy of being an ace legion, even if the battle formation collapses, no one flees, and they attack the barbarians one by one without fear of death, but they can't make up for the gap in combat power.

Although the Barbarian's warrior suit is said to be the standard armament of St. Gertland, after all, three thousand years have passed, and no matter how perfect the repair is, it has long been outdated, compared to the wild mushroom heavy armor that the king spent a lot of money to build, but even so, the king's army is also one-sided.

It's not that you don't work hard, it's that you really can't beat it.

Every soldier of the Wild Mushroom Heavy Infantry Regiment is carefully selected, although they receive the highest salary, but they practice hard every day, and once a bandit group rises, they will immediately send troops to exterminate it, so they are completely worthy of this salary.

They have seen blood and killed people, not trump cards in vain, which is also the reason for the king's self-confidence, but after confronting the barbarians, this calmness was picked off by the naked ~ naked ~ naked.

"Why is it so vulnerable?"

Watching the barbarians chase and slash and slash with heavy steps, short swords accurately pierce into the gaps, and kill them lightly, the military observers simply did not understand.

The Wild Mushroom Heavy Infantry Regiment may not be in the eyes of second-rate countries, but in third-rate countries, it is still well-known, why did the Duke of the Four Realms dare not annex the royal capital, it is because the king's several corps are strong in combat, but today. In the face of the barbarians, the fragile is comparable to a blank sheet of paper.

"I said I didn't have to worry about it. ”

Homer teased.

Downton's face remained unchanged, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then watched the barbarians slaughter and take it for granted.

Barbarians are weak and strong, but Downton's these. It's definitely elite, because it took them more than half a year to hike through the vast polar permafrost and walk to Frankfurt on a pair of legs.

The environment of the Northland permafrost is too harsh, and with the body of a barbarian, less than one-tenth of a thousand people can come out alive, let alone humans, for ordinary soldiers. That is the place of death, as long as you enter, there is no possibility of sparing.

For the Wild Mushroom Heavy Infantry Regiment, which has not experienced the battle of the large corps, the flag has long since faded, and the barbarians either survive or die. There is never a third option.

"Downton, save that, right?"

Serex suddenly pulled Downton's sleeve.

Downton looked in the direction of Celes's finger. Even if it is a barbarian, it is not invincible, there is one who is unlucky, he was besieged by several people, and as a result, he was covered in blood and scars, not to mention his belly. The intestines flowed all over the ground, but he actually pulled the intestines with one hand and grabbed the saber with the other hand to fight, and he was extremely fierce.

"Fight to the death!"

Arnold roared, and the barbarians roared with him. The momentum is rising again, and no matter what the cost is, they will win this battle.

There is no defense, no hesitation, it is completely the wildest attack, attack, and attack, once the barbarians are out of battle, they will never look back, even if they die, they will die on the road of the charge!

Smack!

Several monoculars slipped from the hands of the glazed-faced military observers, frightened by the barbarians' fighting style.

In less than three minutes, half of the Wild Mushroom Heavy Infantry Regiment fell, and this casualty rate finally broke morale, and when some soldiers turned and fled, fear spread like a plague, and the soldiers turned and ran!

"Kill them all!"

The barbarians opened their thighs in pursuit, slashing these soldiers without hesitation, and their attacks were not only ruthless, but also accurate, almost all of them were killed with a single sword.

"This bunch of garbage!"

Seeing that the winner was divided in an instant, the disappointed king couldn't hold back any longer, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the magic ball.

"Majesty!"

The old attendant hurried to help.

"Let the cavalry go out and meet them!"

The king was not yet carried away by his rage, and knew that he had to be rescued, or all 10,000 hoplites would be hung up.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the observers turned back to see the sentries hastily moving away from the barricades, and a group of cavalrymen with scimitars and quivers at their waists and short bows rushing out of the camp.

"It's the Fire Eagle Cavalry Regiment!"

Seeing that this group of cavalry regiments wearing red light armor was like a burning cloud, rushing towards the battlefield quickly, several observers subconsciously shouted out.

Without waiting for Downton's command, the Dark Ranger, who had long been unable to hold back, went out, and instead of going through the camp gate, they directly carried the reins and let the mounts jump over the fence.

The Fire Eagle cavalry sprinted at full speed, very fast, but still no faster than Downton's drow light cavalry, because they rode a dark cheetah under their crotch, and their short-distance sprint ability was the best in the world, and only the white tiger light cavalry of the elven clan could fight.

Boom!

In this kind of rapid sprint, even the most elite cavalry will have a greatly reduced hit rate because of the wind speed and bumps, so in order not to waste arrows, they will generally not rush to shoot, but the drow have opened everyone's eyes.

The drows shoot quickly with bows, skillful techniques, and comfortable movements, as if they are participating in the Olympian archery competition, which looks smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Of course, the lethality is not small, and as the bowstrings of the drow tremble in unison, there will be a large number of Fire Eagle cavalry in the locust-like arrows, and the arrows fall from their horses.

Although it is not said that there are no arrows, the drows at least ensure that every third shot, one of them will be hit, so the battlefield presents a strange scene.

A large number of fire eagle cavalry rushed out of the camp, but within fifty meters, they were shot and dismounted, and in an instant, nearly a thousand corpses of war horses and cavalry were piled up in front.

"Spread out!"

The cavalry roared and scattered, but as soon as he finished speaking, an arrow drove into his eye socket.

Poof!

Thousands of people rolled off the saddle and were trampled into a pulp of flesh with the soldiers who were unable to dodge.

"The Heavy Step Group is over!"

Some observers sighed.

It was indeed over, the cavalry team that received it could not rush out, and the heavy infantry regiment was demoralized, and only the share of slaughter remained.

A barbarian with a severed right arm caught up with the last group of soldiers a hundred and thirty meters from the camp, first throwing a short sword. Shoot one, follow a leap, and pounce on the other.

"Help!"

Before the soldier could finish his shout, he fell silent, for the barbarian bit his throat with one bite, and the blood that spurted from his throat splashed his face. He didn't care at all, sprang up like a cheetah, and rushed towards the last soldier.

Whoa!

The archers in the camp struck and sniped, and a wave of arrows covered him, but the barbarian, who weighed several arrows, still charged.

"Shoot him!"

The last soldier couldn't help but glance back, and saw that the barbarian had several arrows stuck in his body, and he couldn't help but slow down. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the other party suddenly jumped up like a lion and pounced on him.

"Don't!"

Seeing the barbarian's mouth wide open, a mouthful of blood-stained teeth approaching rapidly, the soldier was completely frightened, and then the next second, he was pounced on by the barbarian, and a stream of bloody arrows came out of the throat.

Bah!

The barbarian chewed twice. Tilting his head and spitting out the minced flesh from his mouth, he smiled towards the King's camp. And then he rushed straight and straight.

Seeing this scene, not only the king's army, but also the observers were shocked.

"Shoot him!"

There were several panicked shouts from the king's army, and a single charging barbarian made them lose an inch.

Ding! Ding!

Even if the barbarians wore heavy armor, they could not stop this dense fire. After all, he was shot more than sixty meters from the camp.

"Here we go again!"

The King's army did not have time to breathe a sigh of relief, for another group of barbarians rushed forward with shields raised.

"Are these guys crazy?"

"Shoot arrows, stop them!"

The king's army was shocked, and all kinds of shouts were incessant.

Fortunately, this group of barbarians did not storm the camp, after recovering the bodies of their comrades. The retreat began.

When the 10,000-strong Wild Mushroom Infantry Regiment was annihilated, the Fire Eagle Cavalry had not yet broken out of the Drow Rangers' encirclement and saw that the last infantry had been killed, so they decisively gave up the attack and retreated back to the battalion.

As the scattered hoofs faded away, the battlefield gradually returned to calm.

The breeze blew, with a strong smell of blood that could not be dissolved, and it was sent into everyone's nose.

Everyone lost their voices, no one expected that the first battle would be fought so cruelly, and the loss of the king's army to a main heavy infantry regiment was tantamount to a blow to the head, and morale inevitably declined.

Downton's fists were clenched tightly, without saying a word, this kind of victory, it was really unbearable to gamble, he knew that if he wanted to ascend the throne, he would have to die, but when he saw his subordinates die in front of him one by one, he still couldn't accept it.

An inexplicable feeling, like a big hand, clutched Downton's heart tightly, making him unable to breathe in pain.

The barbarians collected the corpses of their comrades, and did not spare even the stumps and broken arms, even the intestines and internal organs, and brought them all back.

"Master, the barbarian corps is fortunate to have won the first victory for you!"

Covered in blood, Arnold knelt on one knee and presented the head of the 10,000-man commander, the supreme commander of the Wild Mushroom Infantry Regiment, to Downton.

"Good work!" Downton dismounted, helped Arnold up, and declared loudly, "From today onwards, you are the vanguard of my Downton Legion, and you can have a battle flag and engrave your glory on it forever!"

"We want to use the Ancient Spear as the name of the Legion!"

After Arnold finished speaking, the barbarians also repeated in unison, in their minds, the flagship of the barbarian king Tanan has the most perfect meaning, and it is the representative of unparalleled combat power.

"Whatever the name, it's worthy of your bravery!"

Downton promised.

"For the glory of the barbarians!"

"Fight for the master!"

Every time Arnold shouted, the barbarians repeated, looking fanatical, and getting the legion title and banner meant that they had officially become a battle sequence under Downton, with a place to stay, and no longer a mercenary group.

"Priest Andrea, Charlotte, please heal them!"

After Downton saw Arnold off, he remounted his horse.

The King's Army camp on the opposite side was already silent.

"It's good that there are only more than a thousand people, otherwise Downton would definitely be able to take down the whole of Frankfurt. ”

The observers silently calculated, after this battle, the barbarians only killed less than 200 people, and suffered less than 500 minor and serious injuries, compared with the 10,000-person barbarian heavy infantry regiment, the battle loss ratio is exaggerated and amazing!

"These barbarians are indeed good, it seems that we should inform the Duke and catch more!"

A middle-aged man sat on a war horse, looking at the battlefield boredly, he was Werder, the head of the Bremen mercenary group, and behind him, there were a group of personal guards.

"Regiment leader, there are very few barbarians on the mainland, if you want to catch them, you have to go to the extreme north, it's too dangerous. ”

Someone built yì.

"What's the danger? You can drive the battleship!"

Werder pursed the corners of his lips, he kept a middle-parted hairstyle, touched the hairspray, and was meticulous in grooming.

The guards looked at each other, they knew the temper of the regiment commander, and they didn't dare to persuade anymore, in fact, even if they sent warships, it was very dangerous, not to mention that fighting in extreme cold weather would greatly reduce their combat effectiveness, and if the barbarians were so easy to catch, they would not be crowned with the title of gladiator and become the most watched gladiator in the Colosseum.

"A lot of people died!"

Celes wept.

"Shut up!" Rosicky glared at his sister fiercely before he spoke, "The battle is good, although this battle will not hurt the king's army, but it will also have to peel off the skin." ”

Compared with the soft-hearted Downton and Serex, Rosicky is much more ruthless, after all, he was born as a prince and has been taught the emperor's mental arts, and in his opinion, a soldier is just a number.

"It's a great fight!"

Trist praised it from the bottom of his heart, which could convince the dark elves, which showed that the barbarians had really made a reputation.

"Master, go back to the camp, they definitely don't dare to take the initiative to challenge today!"

Jackson playfully complimented Downton.

The king's army did not dare, but the Downton army had not fought enough, and one by one the ogres ran out of the camp with gavels and maces, and lined up in front of the camp in a disorderly manner.

Except for the two thousand people trained by Quasimodo and Rossiki, the other hill natives were like a pot of porridge, and there was no way to see it.

"What are these guys crazy about? You're not going to challenge each other, are you?"

Su Ya was stunned, he didn't think that these natives who liked to be greedy for small and cheap had such a high consciousness.

"Duke, allow us to fight!"

A bloodgaw dressed in a shaman's robe came to the door with a few respected old shamans, and these guys couldn't hide what they were thinking, and they spoke out without waiting for Downton to ask.

"If we win, we also want a clan number, and we want the same treatment!"

Bloodhammer's eyes widened, and he looked straight at Downton.

"Yes!"

Downton's gaze swept over the natives, then nodded.

The old shamans looked excited, stood up with their blood hammers, and after a military salute, they rode on the Sherman War Bear and rushed in front of the natives of the hills. (To be continued......)