Chapter 162 Long Bridge, bloody road! (Chinese)
After the development of the Hundred Years' War, the mercenary industry has developed into a mature service industry. The combat effectiveness of mercenary infantry surpasses that of night guards and is similar to that of armored sergeants.
Except for not having extraordinary martial arts skills, horses or plate armor, they basically have one to two levels of breathing skills.
At the end of the road along the river, silver armor shone in the cold moonlight, and more than a hundred knights riding tall horses and wearing Milanese plate armor were slowly approaching.
Their helmets are decorated with long blue tail feathers, which sway with the ups and downs of the horses.
"Cross the river! Speed up and cross the river!"
Horn immediately ordered, and at this time, the sound of a bowstring sounded in the darkness.
Colton raised his head and saw a black shadow passing over his head, falling like a meteor on the crowd behind him. Monstery blood flowers bloomed. Seven or eight people were immediately seen on the bridge. fall.
The dust on the iron ropes flew up. From time to time, someone fell from the edge of the wooden bridge, bringing a series of blood drops into the snow-white water, which instantly dyed the water red.
When the people behind continued to step on the wooden plank bridge, they saw patches of scarlet blood on the wooden planks, but they still did not stop.
Crossbow arrows flew into the air in waves and landed on the crowded bridge. When the following Salvation Army stepped onto the wooden plank bridge, in front of them were dozens of corpses displayed on the bridge.
But they still didn't stop, no one stopped.
Even their footsteps become more and more determined, and those who fall to the ground will hand the only remaining weapons in their hands to those passing by.
Some were even seriously injured and on the verge of death, and even simply rolled off the long bridge into the water to make way for those behind them.
This is not a bridge of revenge for one person, but a bridge of revenge for everyone.
Frisiska, who was watching the battle, frowned: "What's going on? Isn't it still broken?"
You know, about 500 people have already crossed the bridge. From the time they got off the bridge to the street, there were many dead and injured. With 40 people, according to previous experience, it should have collapsed long ago.
A faint shout reached Frisiska's ears.
“What are they shouting?”
“It seems like...”
The stable long bridge rippled with the water waves amidst the sounds of singing and footsteps, and the noisy shouts of the refugees became clearer and more orderly.
Stepping on the blood-stained wooden board, Colton felt that the world in front of him was so clear for the first time.
“Move here, move there, where can the poor find a living!”
As the shouts became louder and louder, Colton shouted in the same broken voice. .
“Kill the devils, kill the monsters, I won’t live until they die!”
Shouting at the top of his lungs, Colton leveled the spear in his hand.
Beside him was a row of silver spears. They were panting, and their faces, which had been numb for decades, were filled with rage for the first time.
“Kill those who are not punished!”
“Kill!!!”
Colton ran past countless times carrying a pole and holding a pitchfork, but Only this time, he ran so fast and resolutely with his spear in hand.
They were constantly rubbing against the clothes of the surrounding refugees, their straw sandals were treading on the ground over stumbling stones, and hundreds of refugees were frantically moving forward with their spears in hand.
Across from them, there was a horizontal formation of mercenaries lined up along the street.
The spears shone coldly in the moonlight. They trembled in the staggering steps of the refugees and stabbed rapidly towards the mercenaries.
The nearly two thousand mercenaries on the opposite side showed a ferocious smile. They leveled their spears and waited for the arrival of the refugees.
They have seen the charge of these refugees.
These mobs would often rush in with loud shouts. When they rushed to the front, they would stop because of fear, and then be pushed by the refugees charging behind, bumping into their own spears.
At that time, just shouting the famous phrase "Farmer, the guards are coming" will be enough to turn the battle into a chase.
They have seen this scene countless times, and today is no exception.
The sharp spear was getting closer, getting closer, and he could already see the cold light from the tip of the spear.
"Farmer, guard...cluck."
The tip of the spear pierced the throat, penetrated the cartilage, and protruded from the diagonal back of his neck. The moment the spear was retracted, it brought up a cloud of blood mist and foam.
Across from him, Colton's shoulder was pierced by his spear, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Guard, the farmer is coming!"
Beside Colton, The bodies of the refugees were pierced one by one, and their spears were also passed into the bodies of the mercenaries.
Puffs of blood mist exploded, and bile, cartilage, blood vessels and throats hung on people's bodies or flowed to the ground along with blood. The mercenaries who were caught off guard and broke into the formation instantly fell into a close-quarters melee with the refugees. middle.
"Devil's lackey! Die!" Colton was as crazy as the tip of the gun passed across his forehead, blood soaked his face, but he did not stop at all.
He picked up the short flail on his waist and threw it into the face of the mercenary in front of him with all his strength.
The mercenary raised the copper buckler in his hand, but the flail connected by the chain went around the top of the shield and struck him in the head in an arc.
The exploded eyeballs sprayed gray mucus and splashed onto the shield. The mercenary fell to the ground stiffly.
But as soon as Colton turned around, another tall mercenary bumped into him with a ferocious expression.
A huge force struck Colton, knocking him off balance and sitting on the ground.
He raised his head and saw the mercenary holding a hatchet, raised high. He wanted to turn over to dodge, but his right hand was stepped on by his teammates.
The cold light fell, but it did not fall on Colton's head, but flew away.
“Ah——”
It was a farmer. He rushed up with red eyes and knocked down the mercenary.
Falling to the ground, before he could feel the pain, the mercenary immediately took out his dagger and plunged it into the farmer's chest. The farmer's front was soaked with blood. At the same time, the farmer who took out his black dagger pierced the mercenary's neck with his sword, and his windpipe blew the blood foam everywhere.
Two strangers hugged each other and died on the battlefield at the same time.
The next second, a French mercenary stumbled over two corpses, and the spear in his hand crashed to the ground. The farmer in front of him used a pitchfork and pierced his throat.
“If you don’t treat people with injustice, kill them with injustice!”
Colton grabbed the black dagger, held it high and killed the three mercenaries who were besieging the refugees.
"Sword and shield bearer, armored sergeant, get on the front row, get on the front row." The mercenary leader wearing a neck armor and a long-tailed helmet was sweating profusely. He climbed onto the window sill of the house without hesitation and shouted at the people behind him. shouted.
When the sword-and-shield bearers and armored sergeants with short soldiers arrived, the melee gradually stopped, and the mercenaries reorganized into a square formation under the shouts of each squad leader.
After all, these refugees may have touched a spear today for the only time in their lives. They can't even hold a spear firmly, but they are facing mercenaries who have been trained for two and a half years.
As the regular gun array formed, the situation gradually changed. A large number of refugees fell down, heavily on the soil stained red with blood.
With neat steps, the mercenaries finally reorganized their formation and moved toward the refugees step by step.
Their first row was made up of swordsmen and hatchetmen armed with shields and armor. The previous desperate charge and melee no longer worked.
Under Victor's shouts, the refugees retreated to the river, trying to reorganize the gun array.
No matter how determined they were, they were forced to retreat step by step by the three rows of bright gun formations.
"Steady, steady, hold the gun level!" Victor shouted loudly while retreating.
Beside him, Rudillo was hit in the temple by one of his own guns because of his intrusion. He fell on the roadside, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Victor took another step back, but almost missed the step. He looked behind him and saw many corpses floating on the flowing canal.
The mercenaries' gun array was impenetrable. He organized several leaping soldiers and rolled to the ground to attack, but they were blocked by the armored sergeants.
The refugees in the front row kept falling. They could not break through the formation no matter what, and could only block their progress with their lives.
The last row of refugees has stepped on the edge of the river.
Is that the end? Victor took a deep breath, clenched the spear in his hand, and walked towards the first row. Even if he died, he would not be drowned!
Step by step, Victor reached the second row. Before he could even level his spear, a loud roar resounded in the ears of the refugees in the first row.
"The Lord curses you! The devil's lackeys!"
That is? It's old Cosey!
Victor couldn't believe his eyes. Old Cosey's outfit today was very different from usual, and his face no longer had the same awkward and honest look before.
He jumped from the roof topless, with the broken cross-frame pendant flying in the wind on his plump chest. His face was as ferocious as a demon in hell, and his eyes were as red as fire.
"Ah——"
With his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, Kesai let out a roar that shook the sky. When he jumped from the roof, his thick arms stretched out and held two spears, and he also held them with his right hand. Three spears lived.
Stomping his feet on the ground, the fat on his cheeks continued to tremble with his body. Looking at the mercenaries, Kesei's eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
The mercenary on the opposite side had a livid face and was holding on to the barrel of the gun desperately, trying to withdraw the spear or pull Coser over.
No matter how hard the mercenary gunman twitched, he could not pull back the original spear even half an inch, while Cosey's fierce face screamed: "Come on, come on, you accomplices of murder! ”
With both feet exerting force, several veins appeared on Kesei's face, and he even pulled two mercenaries from one side of the gun formation to stagger.
With bare eyes, Victor shouted anxiously: "What are you looking at? Stab!"
Almost at the same time, four spears shot from Coser's shoulders and arms. It stabbed out from the side and instantly penetrated into the thighs and throats of the spearmen on the opposite side.
When the gun head was pulled out, blood spurted out from the wound. The scarlet tendons and flesh were exposed to the air, and the mercenaries fell limply to the ground.
"Hahahahahaha." Seeing the mercenary infantry in front of him fall down, Kesei laughed crazily.
He let go of the spears, pulled out two butcher knives from his waist, and rushed towards the gap in the gun array. The mercenaries on both sides immediately tried to fill their positions.
Before the flange mercenary wearing a dish-shaped hat could stand still, Cosey threw the butcher's knife in his hand and plunged it directly into the mercenary's chest, mixing the internal organs together.
Bending to avoid the spear thrust, he jumped forward, grabbed the handle of the knife, kicked the mercenary in the stomach, and pulled out the butcher knife.
With one hand holding another knife, he deflected the dagger stabbed by the mercenary around him, and then he ran into the enemy's arms, and the butcher's knife stabbed into the mercenary's arms with a "pop" Bing's abdomen was stirred and pulled hard, and a string of intestines was brought out.
Seeing that a gap was made in the spear array, the following Salvation Army leaping soldiers and pikemen immediately rushed towards the gap.
The mercenary formation boiled over, and the soldiers on the side and left immediately tried to rush forward to fill the gap, but the gap was filled by the spearmen of the Salvation Army who rushed forward.
This immediately triggered a chain reaction. The entire gun array seemed to have been opened with a hole. The infantry rushed forward to fill it. The hole became wider and wider, and local bloody melee started again.
The original formation began to intersect with each other in the constant movement, and even more gaps appeared. The neat formation of the mercenaries was retreating under the squeeze of the refugees.
The most frightening thing is that some of the French mercenaries couldn't stand the intensity of such fierce fighting, and began to gradually disappear into the darkness of the alleys.
They have never fought this kind of war in their lives. Why are they risking their lives by tens of dinars a month?
Under the circumstances, they were gradually pushed back to the alley from the bridge by the Salvation Army.
"Lord Frisisca, we, we need support." The mercenary leader ran to the knights out of breath.
"How dare you ask for support after the fight is like this!" Frisiska scolded the mercenary leader who asked for help with a whip.
“It’s not that we don’t work hard, it’s that the refugees have magic and they are not afraid of death.”
“You are a bunch of trash.” Frisisca pulled down her helmet visor in frustration. .
He originally thought he could lure the old battalion of short-haired thieves to fight, but these infantrymen were suppressed by a group of ordinary refugees, and they actually had the nerve to send people for help.
But the current situation is indeed impossible without support. If the refugees are allowed to push the front into the alleys, their impact will be limited by clotheslines, porches and pits, which will not be as effective as it is now. .
“Warriors, charge with me!”
(End of this chapter)