China has a saying.


    ——Fight tiger brothers, fight father son soldiers!


    On the battlefield, there is nothing more reassuring than a solid figure who can deliver his back.


    Five minutes later.


    Murphy, get on the horse!


    With his movements, the cavalry of the general''s guard jumped on the horse in a uniform movement, and followed him without saying a word.


    Raising his hand, Murphy made a gesture to the side of the battlefield.


    The commander of the general''s guard was silent. He was riding with a whip and sixteen Knights of the general''s guard! Then Murphy looks back and takes the rest of the riders to the other side!


    When approaching the battlefield about 200 meters, all the Knights roared in order!


    The galloping horse''s hooves resounded through the earth, and the two cavalry teams galloped in an arc.


    Under the cover of the night, 33 Knights actually simulated the momentum of a small Knight Order charging!


    In the battle, the jackals who are affected by the cry of killing can only hear the sound of horse''s hooves everywhere and the roar of the enemy everywhere!


    They''re surrounded by the counter attack!


    The spirit of the besieged puccians was shocked!


    The formation that had been nearly scattered by the jackals gathered together again.


    People in the hope of the case, the outbreak of survival * * is quite terrible!


    150 meters!


    One hundred meters!


    Murphy''s expression is solid and looks like a sculpture.


    He knew that the momentum simulated in this way could not last long, even with the cover of night.


    As soon as the distance gets closer, the Jackal will find that the horseshoe sound of the cavalry is not so dense, and there are not many voices coming from all sides.


    At this time, we need to see if the leader of the puccians can grasp the opportunity.


    Fifty meters!


    Thirty meters!


    At a distance of nearly 30 meters, the Knights of the general guard hurled their javelins at the Jackal''s position!


    The inertia attached to the horse''s gallop made the first javelin throw the most lethal.


    Thirty two javelins landed on the two densest points of the Jackal. Then, the Jackal''s cry of pain rang out. The Jackal who was pierced by the javelin or nailed to the ground by several javelins struggled and howled bitterly!


    The cavalry turned their horses, and before the Jackal could see the situation approaching, they opened the distance again.


    After the first round of Javelin attack.


    General guard captain and Murphy made a gesture at the same time, the cavalry consciously dispersed, formed a circular cavalry and shooting array, galloping around the battlefield.


    Murphy clenched his hands and ordered the cavalry to start a second javelin throw.


    Three minutes to go!


    Three minutes at most!


    In three minutes, after four rounds of javelin throwing, the Jackal will find that there are not as many enemies as he thought.


    And the atmosphere created by the night before will disappear all of a sudden!


    Three minutes.


    If the other side can not seize the opportunity to launch a counterattack, Murphy will leave with the Knights of the general guard.


    Standing more than two meters tall, the leader of the pusaian, who smeared a white mark on his chest with white powder, roared. This man with a strong body was holding a battle axe. He roared, grabbed the body of a jackal to block the enemy''s attack, and then cut off the head of an adult male jackal with an axe!


    All of a sudden, the sound of horse hooves and shouts of killing broke out all around.


    This discovery shocked his spirit, and his tired body seemed to be full of strength again.


    But soon he found something wrong.


    Although the call to kill was very loud, the sound of horse''s hooves was not the kind of galloping that even the earth trembled slightly. In other words, there were not many cavalry.


    A wave of Javelin fell on the Jackal''s head and shot several jackals who were blocked outside the circle.


    It''s a neat crack.


    But the quantity is not dense.


    As the successor of a barbarian tribe, a soldier who had been through many battles, uthors quickly estimated the number of reinforcements.


    A cavalry of less than forty.


    Enough, enough!


    Enough for him.


    Uthors, a symbol of ferocity and cruelty, is one of the successors of the puccian clan. He is regarded as a warrior with heroic blood by the clan shaman priest. This powerful warrior who can kill a plain tiger with his bare hands roars, takes a small bottle out of his arms, and then pours it into his mouth!


    This roar seems to represent some kind of information!


    A dozen of the strongest soldiers around him took out the same bottle and poured the liquid into their mouths.


    Then, a violent breath was brewing.


    After drinking some special stimulant like liquid, the soldiers were shocked, and then their eyes began to congest and turn red, their heart began to accelerate, and the blue tendons on their arms were rolling with blood, just like earthworms hanging on their bodies, ferocious and terrifying!


    They roared, roared, wielded huge battle axes, completely gave up any defense skills, and rushed to the group of jackals with a nearly suicidal momentum!


    It''s like a signal.


    All the remaining puccia soldiers had a sense of sadness on their faces.


    They roared, shoulder to shoulder, and launched a counterattack against the jackals who had been beating them!


    Even the soldiers, who had been seriously injured, struggled to get up and clenched their weapons


    In the tradition of the puccians, warriors should die on the battlefield!


    And drinking the holy water from the shaman priest to awaken the power of ancestors in the body is the final glory of the pusaian warrior!


    When drinking the holy water, it means that these warriors who were given the title of warrior by shaman priests have already reported their belief that they will die at the bottom of their hearts! They will never move forward! Tear any enemy that stands in their way! Until their lives are ended!


    Uthors cut a jackal in half with an axe! The blood gushed out nearly one meter high and spread all over his body. The hot blood with fishy smell eased the dry desire in his throat. The smell of blood stimulated the beast in his soul. He tore off the arm of a jackal and bit a piece of meat from it and chewed it in his mouth! Ignoring the wound left by the Jackal''s attack on his back, he stepped forward and roared at the next target. With a ferocious and terrible smile on his face, he once again raised the huge axe that had been rolled up!


    Leave the enemy behind to other soldiers.


    What he''s going to do is move forward, keep going!


    Until I fall down!!!


    These more than ten puccia soldiers, who are different in height from ordinary people, are just like a heavy hammer, which smashes into the battle of jackals!


    For a moment, the number of jackals who were almost twice the number of the other side were turned upside down by those fierce soldiers!