But she didn’t even mean to retreat at all, more than to protect those retreating barbarians. She even held up her hammer, which was heavier than cold, and ordered more barbarians to advance the front of Snow Mountain Alliance 50 yards less in disguise.
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At the moment, the distance between the front lines of the two armies is at most 150 yards, and the people on the opposite side can almost be heard breathing.
The whole scene was tense to the extreme, and a bigger conflict was imminent.
However, Thuzhuangni was slow to launch the second wave of attack. She seemed to be waiting for the first wave of wounded soldiers to retreat to their safe positions, and seemed to be waiting for something else.
The fact that Thuzhuangni doesn’t launch Galen doesn’t move. The demasians are fierce in this war, but everyone should have seen that the defense of this war is greater than the attack. If Thuzhuangni suddenly retreats at this moment, Galen can also stare blankly. He can’t count on his own few hundreds to ride a light bike to chase those barbarians who have run faster than wolves in the snow-capped mountains.
Galen’s bet on the front line is that Johnnie can’t stand the tone of the first war, and the other side will attack again, and they must be stirred into the battlefield and then …
The suffocating confrontation lasted for a quarter of an hour, and everyone’s nerves were strained to the extreme. Any sign of trouble could lead to a brush fire, but the silence of the two commanders well stopped the possible commotion.
Until that crisp horseshoe rang, it was a horse that ran very fast. At a very fast speed, it ran from the last side of the Snow Mountain Alliance and pulled up a long snow line from a distance. Even in the dining table heights, you can see this sudden role.
The horse quickly passed through the heavy guards and came behind Thuzhuangni. The horseman made a quick salute to Thuzhuangni and said something to her.
Galen didn’t pay too much attention to this guy who suddenly appeared at first. He was thinking about whether to take the lead until he saw that guy’s horse and made that move, which made his whole tensed nerves pull to the limit instantly. Although that guy was wearing messy fur, there would be no mistake in that move.
Slip past Roanoxas and cut his throat.
That guy is a Noxasian, a Noxasian who suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
What does it mean? A slight sense of focus instantly pierced Galen’s nerve. It’s definitely something. The cause is going to start. We can’t wait. We have to disrupt the situation first so that the Noxas can’t start the cause.
Think like this, he suddenly raised his big sword in his hand again
The archers behind the shield wall are already ready to go, and they will shoot out when the deafening roar rings again.
At the moment Galen raised his big sword, he kept listening to what Noxas said. After Thuzhuangni said to the Noxas, this is my bottom line, she also suddenly raised the cold hammer in her hand.
The strong wind passed the blade of the sword and hammer into the thick snow.
The deafening roar and the piercing steel-broken roar sounded at the same time.
The bowstring is ringing, and the arrows are like rain.
Like rain and arrows, the silent barbarian charged wildly again.
The difference is that this time, the giant snow mountain porcupine that has been standing at the forefront of the Snow Mountain Alliance started at the same time.
Suzanne moved.
The clumsy-looking hero of the snow-capped mountain rushed forward to the steel shield wall at hand like a shell with full horsepower, and the huge tonnage accelerated like a meteor, bringing up the snow and smoke like a landslide.
Looking at the brazen hand, Thuzhuangni Galen realized that her hands clenched her fear of the big sword. Obviously, the Noxasian persuaded Thuzhuangni to do it herself.
This means that the other party is also trying to get himself completely involved in the war. The meat grinder is obviously trying to … let himself look after the rear, so Svein can move Tedmir’s card to clean his rear.
The original play should be written like this. Unfortunately, now that I know that the other side is foreshadowing and completely involved in the war, he is right in the middle, because he is going to move calcas’s card to beat them off guard.
Think like this, when a pig should lead Thuzhuangni, she has already hit a kind of person who can stop the terror with the help of the Lunbi, driving the snow-capped porcupine out of the snow and smoke all over the sky and violently hitting the solid mountain shield wall.
Sharp and thick fangs first touched those delicate steel shields, and then the whole shell-like boar body. Those unstoppable forces poured into that shield wall through those fangs.
In an instant, it sounded like a 10 thousand cat’s paw scratching the wall, sharp and harsh to the extreme
The tidal impact made the elite soldiers of Demassia stormtroopers behind the shield wall unable to help but stumble and almost fell to the ground.
The whole shield wall, which has never wavered from the beginning, finally trembled for a moment, and the steel shield that was positively impacted gave an ugly groan, revealing a light crack.
Fortunately, I still blocked this crazy and arrogant impact. As soon as the head went forward, the snow-capped porcupine was counterattacked and went back several steps, making an ugly hum. Obviously, it was hard for it to shake its head severely.
Facing this result, Suzanne didn’t show the slightest expression of frustration. She pulled a snow-capped porcupine back a distance and joined the men who had only come to the Snow-capped Mountain Alliance until now to launch a charge again.
This time, she raised her hand high and the cold hammer spun high. As the wild boar accelerated again, the hammer also broke the wind like a muffled thunder.
An impact will not only bring strength to a snowy mountain porcupine.
Will the shield wall be like a mountain?
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Page one hundred and fifty-seven Above the sky, there is nothing to be done.
The arrow rain is still behind the shield wall, and the long archers in Demassia keep releasing the arrow feather in their hands, trying to slow down the impact speed of the wild boar in the snowy mountain, because the impact just now has already made them feel great pressure. Even those people who have always been strong and brute-force in the past were able to stand up. The Demassia iron and steel array just appeared a little loose and a little weak, and the stormtroopers in Demassia were at the forefront. Everyone heard the sharp crack of the shield.
This is bad news, which means that they may be in danger of being broken. This danger makes every demasia soldier nervous. They shoot arrows faster and harder. They hold spearmen tighter. They hold their breath and are ready to give the coming tidal wave the fiercest counterattack at any moment.
All over the sky, the arrows and rain are rushing towards the accelerating Thuzhuangni. Those arrows are no longer taking care of other barbarians. They are rushing towards Thuzhuangni. Those snow-capped porcupines are violently accelerated and brought up again. Snow smoke can’t stop them at all. They are like a group of endless poisonous insects seeking stagnation. Thuzhuangni charges.
It’s a pity that all arrows are like mud cows entering the sea, and none of them can bring Demaxians the beautiful sound that they want to hear.
What they hear is constant "card rubbing-"
That’s the sound of arrows being broken by constant wild brute force.
It is filled with thunder in the whole air. It is the terrible hammer that was waved to the extreme.
Thuzhuangni’s charge didn’t stop. The whole snow-capped porcupine has completed a chariot that has reached its peak at the moment.
There are only thirty yards left, and the thunderous roar has been directly poured into every demasians’ eardrums through the air, and there is a sense of trembling in their eardrums that swims through every pore in an instant.
No one can stop this wave of violent tide to the extreme.
The rain of arrows has stopped, and archers have stopped this so-called struggle. They rely more on preparing to help their comrades resist the next wave that is almost unstoppable.
Ten yards to go
Holding a spear, the demasians attached their hands to each other and slowly pulled the whole spear back. They were doing the last power saving.
The last five yards thundered and shook everyone’s eardrums.