Lord of the North

Not only on the hillside, even the way to come was blocked by a group of barbarians.

The soldiers formed a circular formation. Although they were surrounded by heavy siege, they only had dignified expressions, and there was no sign of fear at all.

Lancelot stood in the army formation and looked calmly at the excited barbarian on the hillside, as if he was looking for something. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he found a very tall and heroic barbarian.

He was different from the strong barbarians around him. If he took off his fangs, he would look like a very strong and heroic man. Even if he took off his fangs, ordinary barbarians would still look like a beast.

The barbarian was watching the army down the hill calmly, without saying a word, and finally met Lancelot's eyes, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.

"Picture! Scatter!" This strong sense of threat made him pull out the huge long knife that had been carried behind his back suddenly, and roared with a strong breath.

"Picture! Scatter!" Responding to him were the barbarians all over the mountain, their faces flushed and their eyes crazily charging down the mountain.

The soldiers watched the unstoppable barbarian rushing down clenched the sword in his hand, and their eyes became more and more determined, but the slightly trembling teeth and the sweat of their palms fully revealed the tension in their hearts.

Lancelot still looked at this group of almost crazy barbarians calmly, lamenting in his heart, no wonder humans wanted to expel them back then, this race has lost its reason, and only the crazy desire to kill is left in its heart.

"All soldiers, squat down! Lift up your shield!" Lancelot suddenly shouted, then took off a shield behind him and squatted down, holding the shield above his head.

All the soldiers did the same as him, except that their shields were lined up without a single gap.

"They are..." The leader of the barbarians on the hillside looked at their actions suspiciously and felt a little puzzled, but in the next moment he understood why these people did this.

The sound of bang bang bang footsteps came to the ears, and an army came at full speed not far away. There were more than 500 people in number. I saw that they were holding a strange object in their hands, and then threw it forward violently.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp piercing sound passed through the barbarian's noisy roar and reached his ears.

The leader of the barbarians raised his head in doubt, his pupils shrank instantly: "Be careful!"

He roared hoarsely, trying to remind his soldiers, but unfortunately it was too late.

Hundreds of sharp spears fell from the sky, even more spectacular than the rain of arrows. Some barbarians had already noticed the changes above their heads and stared blankly at these sharp weapons that could kill him.

Although the thrown arrows did little damage to them, the heavy spears could easily tear their muscles and take their lives.

The reason why Lancelot and the others had to carry this huge and clumsy tower shield was to prevent accidental injuries from the spears that fell from the sky when attacking the barbarians.

In addition to the spears that fell on the barbarian camp, some fell into the shields of the soldiers that Lancelot took in. The sharp spears left a deep dent on the thick steel shield.

It's easy to imagine what would have happened if they had used normal skinned shields.

"Ah! Ah!" A group of barbarians fell down, and they let out the last scream before they died. Now they have no intention of caring about these humans. The most important thing is to survive, and they don't even see what the enemy looks like. Nearly half of them were killed or injured, which made them panic.

Bearing the huge force from the shield from time to time, listening to the screams of the barbarians outside, the soldiers tightly held the long swords in their hands, and they were ready to fight at any time.

Hundreds of soldiers in white cloaks rushed towards this side in neat steps, while constantly taking out spears from their sides, and then threw them at the barbaric crowd in the distance. Their strength and the assistance of spear throwers were enough to make These spears flew hundreds of meters.

"My lord, will this hurt our own people?" Lang Nat asked worriedly. He had already put on a large half-body armor, and with his huge long sword, he looked majestic.

Steel shields made for heavy armored infantry, as long as luck is not particularly bad, they will not be in any danger. said Jason, wearing a bright silver armor and clutching the hilt of his sword at his waist.

Before he came, he thought there would be a fierce battle, but he didn't expect that although these barbarians were vigilant, their command discipline was average, and they didn't even have a sentinel on guard in the distance, so they let four hundred of them quietly lurk in Lance Behind Lott and his party.

They were lurking just 500 meters away, and no one noticed them. After the barbarians showed up, they rushed over quickly, and took away the lives of hundreds of their clansmen with a few spear volleys.

"The enemy is there!" Finally, some barbarians discovered where Jason and his party were.

This group of ants actually made a sneak attack, they are simply a group of cowards, the hatred in their hearts, shouldn't the battle be a head-on confrontation?

But they seemed to have forgotten that the reason why they appeared here was to ambush the reinforcements of Iron Tooth Town under the order of their chief.

The group of savages quickly separated and rushed towards Jason.

"Array!" Rows of infantrymen with shields ran to the front of the line, protecting the archers and Jason behind them.

...

"Rearray."

On the other side, Lancelot felt that the spear throwing was over, and threw the tower shield on the ground and ordered loudly.

"The tower shield is in the front, the long knife is in the back, advance!"

"Ho Ho Ho!" The soldiers blocked the tower shields in front of them, forming a shield wall, roaring and advancing towards the barbarians. The shield soldiers in front withstood their attacks, and the men with long knives in the back began to harvest their lives. .

The sudden spear attack made this group of barbarians chaotic, and for a while, these barbarians who were so crazy a moment ago fell before their army like cutting wheat.

"No, it's impossible, it's impossible!" The barbarian who seemed to have a high status stood in the distance and screamed again and again, unable to accept the scene in front of him at all.

How could his mighty warrior be defeated so easily!

"Tusa!" He roared to the sky, and then he took out a bone horn from nowhere, put it near his mouth and blew it suddenly.

"Woo~ woo~ woo~" The dull voice resounded across the battlefield, and the bewildered barbarians gradually came to their senses, and once again set their fierce eyes on the troops led by Lancelot.

"Defense with shields, dense army formation!" Seeing that the enemy's state had stabilized, Lancelot decided not to attack forcefully at this time, but ordered everyone to gather densely to prepare for the impact of the barbarians .

Strong physique and fearless charging are indeed the advantages of the barbarians, but their shortcomings are also obvious, that is, their offense is too loose, and it is completely undisciplined fighting.

But because their number far exceeds the 300 soldiers of their own, fighting them will inevitably cause huge losses, and they can only wait for Jason and the others to come to support after they deal with the barbarians who besieged them.

Lancelot didn't want his soldiers to fall under the club of this beast, so he struck out.

...

"Try our new weapon." Jason looked at the group of barbarians, and said to Lang Nat.

"Yes, my lord." Langnett nodded, and then took a step forward: "Get ready for the flying axe!"

"Throw!"

Hundreds of refined iron axes whizzed towards them, gradually magnified in the eyes of these barbarians, and then—flesh and blood flew!

"Pikemen step forward, ready for impact!"

Dozens of spears longer than the top ten pierced through the gaps left between the shields and pointed at the charging barbarians. The entire army formation was like a giant steel hedgehog.

The barbarian running at the front saw the flashing light on the spear, and he wanted to stop, but he couldn't stop, and the result of stopping would be to be pushed to the ground by his fellow clansmen behind him.

So... He bumped into the sharp spear amidst howling in pain, blood spattering.

The broken spears were thrown away in an instant, and the shield soldiers grabbed the sharp swords in their hands and stared at the barbarian who had come before them, stabbing straight with the long swords in their hands.