allendalepharm Chapter 38: You'd better really be fearless.
Chapter 38: You'd better really be fearless.
"Bang!"
The two sides exchanged friendly greetings with their throwing axes and short spears before their spears, swords, and knives could strike, and the unfortunate ones fell to the ground with groans of pain.
"kill!"
The generous reward of fifteen gold dragons per person allowed the mercenaries of the Second Son's Group to unleash extremely high morale in close combat.
After the generous reward was distributed, the entire regiment split into three waves and fiercely attacked the enemy. As one echelon fell, another echelon charged forward. The veterans and skilled soldiers in the regiment rushed to the front of the column to boost morale. This was the second son regiment's magic weapon tactic.
With this one trick, the Second Sons almost defeated all their opponents, but unfortunately, this time their opponent was named Player.
Hammer swung his battle axe, and thanks to his amazing arm strength, he easily knocked the small player in front of him to the ground.
Although he was a weapons repairman, he had experienced this scene countless times, and he couldn't count the number of people he had killed on his fingers.
Blood splattered on his face, but the fear he felt back then was long gone. However, the next moment, Hammer experienced that feeling again after a long time.
"Fuck!"
Hammer's mouth gaped open. The creature that he had hacked so badly that yellow and white stuff was oozing out of it had actually stood up again, swaying unsteadily. Now it was tilting its disgusting head and staring intently at him.
The short sword easily sliced open his neck, blood splattering everywhere. Hammer dropped his weapon and gripped his neck tightly with both hands, trying to stop the blood that was gushing out.
"Ha!"
As the infamous, burly man from the Second Sons gang fell to the ground, more and more mercenaries began to discover the strangeness of their opponent.
"Gods! How could he stand up! I killed him twice! I killed him with my own hands!" Kem, a young mercenary from across the strait, born in King's Landing's Flea Nest, retreated in terror.
Before him stood the man he claimed to have killed twice, his face contorted with rage, his roar, in Kem's eyes, like a scream from the depths of hell:
"Give me back my Kingdom Coins!"
puff!
The rusty iron axe smashed Kem beyond recognition.
"Seven layers of hell! What's going on?!" Standing on his horse, Melo looked in disbelief at the battle line that should have collapsed with a single blow, which remained firmly in place, while his own side, led by Wuhan, had over a hundred skilled warriors who were actually retreating step by step.
"Damn it, tell Scar to stop watching and get those centaurs to flank the enemy!" Melo was getting a little dizzy. Had his mercenary group fallen from grace?
No, it must be that Wu Han and his gang didn't work hard enough. Damn it, I gave you so much money!
Melo was practically roaring, and his messenger barely dared to stop, running quickly to relay the commander's orders to Scarface and the others not far away.
"Let's go!"
The Dothraki, having received the order, did not hesitate for long. As they took their bows and arrows from their saddles, the centaurs drew their araks and held them in their hands, ready to throw their bows and swing their swords at any moment.
"superior!"
At the young leader Scarface's command, more than ten riders, like kites with broken strings, howled and circled around to the enemy's flank.
Uhan, whom Melo deemed not to have put in enough effort, lay in a pool of blood. In his lifetime, he had used his skillful technique to defeat two opponents in a one-on-two fight, but as he stepped over the corpses of the defeated, he was attacked from behind.
Without their commander, the mercenaries did not survive until reinforcements from their own cavalry arrived.
Faced with an immortal opponent, an opponent who could stand up and fight even with his head drooping halfway down, even the fiercest mercenary could not convince himself to fight for the Golden Dragon.
"Run!"
"Seven levels of hell!"
The mercenaries began to retreat.
Players are a group that's always quick-witted and never lacks ideas. The pineapple lover, who was hacked to pieces, screamed:
"The Second Sons' Regiment has been defeated! Their commander is dead!"
Just then, Storm, who had just been resurrected with Kingdom Coins and whose severed finger had been restored, was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shouted towards the mercenaries:
"Defeat! Defeat! Our army has been defeated!"
"Enemies on the left!"
"We're surrounded!"
"Surrender! Surrender! We're done fighting!"
The other players, seeing this, understood perfectly and followed suit, shouting in all directions, creating a scene of panic among the already demoralized mercenaries.
The mercenaries, who had been fierce just a short while ago, were now completely demoralized and scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.
"Damn it! Put them all up for grabs!"
"Press it down!"
"The Titan's bastard son roared."
His two deputies, Ben and Casparro, wisely kept quiet at this moment, silently regrouping their somewhat wavering lines. Then, they drew their weapons and roared, "Advance or die!"
Led by mercenaries and chanting weak slogans, they charged toward their opponents, whom they had recently regarded as a rabble, lured by the promise of a hefty sum from Melo.
"cavalry!"
One player shouted, and the next moment he was pierced through the throat by an arrow that came flying through the air.
"Shieldbearers! Spearmen!" Fengyun pulled down his mask so that his shouts could be heard by those around him.
As skilled archers, players Xiao Li Guang and Yang Youji stepped forward, facing the charging cavalry head-on under the cover of the shield bearers, without changing their expressions.
Whizzing
The two arrows were as fast as shooting stars, and two of the charging cavalrymen fell to the ground.
The Dothraki lived up to their former glory, their superb horsemanship evident as they crouched low, hiding beneath their horses, displaying a series of spectacular equestrian maneuvers for the players to witness.
"Don't panic! Spread out! Form groups of three, smash the cavalry from above, and cut off the horses' legs from below," Storm shouted.
Throughout history, both in China and abroad, there have been numerous examples of infantry fighting against cavalry. These battles relied on various factors, such as the discipline of commanders who could effectively control their troops, the terrain and chariots used as barriers, or the superb martial arts skills, fearlessness, and teamwork of the Tang Dynasty's elite infantry units.
But the most important thing is that your soldiers must first be unafraid of death, or rather, at the moment the enemy charges, they must show no fear of death and dare to tremble as they thrust their spears at the enemy.
Fortunately, the players were truly fearless, and this group of Dothraki were neither the armored cavalry of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, nor did they even use long spears, nor were they the vast hordes of Huns and Khitans galloping with thousands of horses; they consisted of only a dozen or so riders.
"Charge up to Yang Liulang!" A player shouted, swinging his long axe to slash at the charging cavalry, only to be nimbly dodged by his opponent, who casually swung his scimitar and slashed off his head.
But his opponent was also knocked off his horse by his companions with spears, and what awaited so many Slarks was a swarm of swords and blades.
Scarface turned around in fear. He had barely managed to slip through the loose lines of the players, who were rushing at his fallen companions like madmen, intent on tearing them to pieces on the spot.
Yes, dismemberment. The players were just like the Han soldiers who wanted to cut off the arm of the Overlord back then. Every Dothraki who fell from his horse suffered a cruel fate at their hands.
Even though their equipment wasn't much better than the players'.