Bows and arrows were only suitable for medium and long distance combat.
This was because it took time to nock the arrow and aim. With this time, the enemy would have already rushed up and killed the archer.
The Wildhorse Tribe rushed to the base of the wall and engaged in close combat.
Bang, bang, bang …
Loud noises rang out as the strongmen of the Wildhorse Tribe placed their huge shields on the wall, creating a slope, and then rushed up frantically.
The defenders behind the wall drew their swords and slashed wildly while the enemy was still on their feet.
In the blink of an eye, the two armies were fighting in a frenzy.
The 800 foreign soldiers were defending the 500-meter wall without any reserve troops. Once the enemy broke through, they would need to be shot by the defenders in the inner circle of the wall, and the foreign army's credit would be reduced by several times.
For example, if ten enemies broke through the walls defended by the foreign troops and were shot dead by Constantine's warriors, then the foreign troops would lose twenty points of merit.
At this time, Lan Ling finally saw how heaven-defying his uncle Suo Mo was.
He directly leaped onto the wall without any fixed defensive position. Wherever the foreign army's defensive line was in danger, he would immediately rush there.
In short, he was invincible wherever he went. Furthermore, his speed was incomparably fast like a gale.
Under his sword, no one was a match for him at all. No matter where he slashed, the enemy would undoubtedly die.
His figure was like a gale sweeping up fallen leaves. Wherever he went, there would be countless casualties.
That was because his strength was too shocking. Once one was hit by him, one would be sent flying. Moreover, one would be cut into two pieces.
Bang, bang, bang, bang …
Suo Mo's figure quickly shuttled back and forth in the direction of the foreign army. Wherever he passed, corpses would fly.
Now, Lan Ling finally understood why the malnourished foreign soldiers still had such military credit and why they could defend the defensive line.
It turned out that Suo Mo was a god of death on the battlefield, an existence like a bug.
It was unknown how many enemies he had killed in a short period of time.
Chief Constantine looked at this scene with a complicated expression. Suo Mo was simply too heaven-defying on the battlefield. Using him to break through the enemy's direction was basically unstoppable. Using him to defend the defensive line was basically impregnable.
He wasn't killing the enemy at all, but harvesting lives.
Unfortunately, this person was too proud and righteous. There was no way he would bow down to Constantine.
Moreover, he was simply too strong. Hence, with Sumara squatting down, the foreign soldiers didn't pay any attention to Constantine.
Du Yan also looked at Suo Mo with a complicated expression.
His talent was very high, and his martial arts were also very high. Every year, his cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds. Therefore, he usually had the illusion that his martial arts were about to catch up to his foster father's. In fact, it wouldn't take long for him to surpass Suo Mo.
But every time this happened, he would clearly see the disparity between himself and his foster father Suo Mo.
There was no doubt that the chief of the Wild Horse tribe was in even more pain!
Suo Mo's reputation was like a thunderclap reverberating in his ears. However, he still couldn't help but feel shocked when he actually saw Suo Mo.
The other party was really like a ferocious beast on the battlefield, rampaging about, and everywhere he went, corpses would fly.
His strategy was to focus on attacking the defense line guarded by the foreign army.
However, at this moment, this line of defense had become extremely difficult to break through under Suo Mo's slaughter.
"Father, we must block Suo Mo." His daughter said, "Otherwise, it will be very difficult to break through the enemy's stronghold walls."
"I'll go!" The chief of the Wild Horse tribe suddenly pulled out his warblade and rushed to the front line of the battlefield to fight Suo Mo.
"Bang …"
In an instant, it was as if a comet had crashed into the earth.
A loud sound rang out as the two men's warblades frantically collided.
The sound produced was like a thunderclap that drowned out the sounds of the surrounding battlefield. It made people feel as if their eardrums were about to be pierced. It was incomparably painful.
This was a true collision of strength.
The two experts didn't have the slightest bit of fancy tricks. They just used their strength and desperately slashed and bombarded each other.
The ground where the two men fought split open inch by inch.
The strong wind created by the waving of the warblade was almost enough to cut people's faces.
In the Savage World, martial strength was respected. Those who weren't strong in martial arts couldn't become chiefs.
And without a doubt, the chief of the Wild Horse tribe was very strong in martial arts.
However … he still wasn't Suo Mo's opponent and fell into a slight disadvantage.
But even so, he still succeeded in entangling Suo Mo.
His army began to frantically attack the foreign army's defensive line.
At this time, the responsibility of filling in the gaps fell on Du Yan's head. He shouted and brandished his warblade in a frenzy to counterattack.
He went wherever the defensive line was in danger and wherever it was about to be broken through.
"I'll do it!"
Suddenly, there was a loud roar.
A Wild Horse tribe warrior, as majestic as a mountain, rushed out and tangled with Du Yan.
He was the son of the Wild Horse tribe's chief and a famous young expert within a radius of several hundred miles.
He was also not Du Yan's opponent and also fell into a disadvantage. However, he was still able to entangle Du Yan, preventing him from helping the foreign army defend the direction.
"Ning 'er, take the people and charge!" the chief of the Wild Horse tribe roared.
Now that the two experts of the foreign army were entangled, it was officially the best opportunity to break through this weak line of defense.
Suddenly, twice the number of enemies rushed up and madly attacked the foreign army's 500-meter line of defense.
The casualties of the foreign army's brothers increased rapidly. The pressure on the 500-meter line of defense instantly increased and became precarious.
If they couldn't defend their own line of defense and needed Constantine to send reinforcements, the foreign army would be severely punished after the battle.
Previously, this kind of situation was rarely encountered. The enemy's chief personally went up to fight with Suo Mo, making it impossible for him to fill in the gaps in the entire line of defense.
Now, Suo Mo was entangled, Du Yan was also entangled, and Dina wasn't here.
Constantine's gaze turned cold. He was about to send troops to support the foreign army, but he had already decided in his heart on how to punish the foreign army.
He would whip all of them. He would pick a hundred people and brand them on their faces. Their daily food supply would be reduced by another 20%.
If they couldn't defend their own line of defense, they would be punished. Don't blame Constantine for being ruthless.
As for the Wild Horse tribe choosing the foreign army's line of defense as the main target, it was none of Constantine's business. He only cared about the results.
At this time, one of the foreign army had to stand up.
Lan Ling stood up!
He suddenly stood up high.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
He shot arrows even more frantically.
In his hands, an ordinary strong bow became a mass shooting crossbow.
Each arrow was a crazy chain of arrows.
What was even more crazy was that each arrow was locked onto a different target.
Chain arrows weren't very rare. Many archery experts in the barbarian tribes could also shoot chain arrows.
However, a dozen or so chain arrows could basically only lock onto one target, at most two.
As for Lan Ling, he shot one target with each arrow.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
His arrows shot out like a torrential rain.
The arrows were not shot in vain. Every arrow took away a life.
Wherever there was danger in the entire line of defense, there would be Lan Ling's arrows.
In a short period of time, the pressure on the entire line of defense was greatly reduced.
Many of the foreign brothers were surrounded by two or three enemies, and the saber was already in front of them. Soon, their heads would be split open. They felt that they would die without a doubt.
But in the next moment, the enemies in front of them were all killed by arrows.
The daughter of the Wild Horse tribe's chief discovered Lan Ling. Her eyes first lit up, then she coldly said, "Kill him!"
Immediately, dozens of Wild Horse tribe warriors madly rushed toward Lan Ling.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
Lan Ling's shooting speed increased again, almost crazily explosive.
Now, his speed had risen to more than four or five arrows per second, completely crazy to the extreme.
Dozens of warriors were getting closer and closer to him. Their ferocious faces, murderous eyes, and crazily slashing sabers.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
Lan Ling's arrows, shocking chain of arrows, crazily harvested their lives.
This group of Wild Horse tribe warriors came one after another, like wooden stakes, dying in front of Lan Ling one by one.
When the foreign brothers next to him saw this scene, their hair stood on end and their scalps went numb!
Heavenly God …
There was actually such a gorgeous archery skill in this world, and such a heaven-defying shooting skill.
It was too shocking!
No one could get close.
Ninian, who was watching the battle from behind, almost felt a burst of suffocation.
At this time, Lan Ling's chain of arrows was so fast that it could only be seen clearly with mental spells.
The corpses that died in front of Lan Ling were almost piled up into a small hill.
At this time, Ninian even felt a burst of heat between her legs. This kind of crazy killing was too shocking.
Chief Constantine's eyes were also wide open, and he didn't blink for a long time until his eyes became dry.
It was a complete massacre, a crazy massacre!
Lan Ling's martial arts were worlds apart from Du Yan's, but in terms of killing speed, he far surpassed Du Yan.
Constantine was even a little speechless and didn't know how to describe Lan Ling's performance on the battlefield.
In the language of Earth, it was still the same words: BUG on the battlefield, Grim Reaper's harvester.
When Suo Mo was entangled, Du Yan stood up.
When Du Yan was entangled, Lan Ling stood up.
He was even more heaven-defying, actually relieving most of the extra pressure of the foreign army's defensive line with his own strength.
Constantine couldn't imagine how many people he could kill if he brought Lan Ling to charge at medium to long range.
On the battlefield, Lan Ling was really almost unbeatable.
At this time, Constantine even began to think that if he really married Ninian to Lan Ling and made him wholeheartedly loyal to him, he would be completely invincible on the battlefield. Who in the nearby tribes could resist his army?
Right now, Lan Ling's role on the battlefield had already surpassed Du Yan's.
That's right, his martial arts were many times worse than Du Yan's, but as long as he didn't get close, Lan Ling was completely a killing machine.
…
The daughter of the Wildhorse tribe's chief almost exploded, and her scalp went numb.
It was too crazy, too scary.
How could there be such a monster in this world?
He was just one person, and he was so crazy to kill her soldiers.
The soldiers of the Wildhorse tribe were undoubtedly brave and unafraid of death, so countless people rushed toward Lan Ling, and the corpses piled up in front of him.
But in the face of such a crazy massacre, everyone felt their scalps go numb, and everyone was trembling with fear.
He was completely a Grim Reaper!
The daughter of the Wildhorse tribe's chief was even puzzled. Did this monster not need to aim? Was there anyone in this world who didn't need to aim when shooting?
Especially at such a close distance, against such a fast-moving target, his arrows would never miss.
Now, she had no other choice. She gritted her teeth and made a decision.
"Berserkers, go, go, go!"
The Wildhorse tribe was at their wit's end, so they took out their final trump card.
Every inch of these berserkers' bodies was covered in a layer of metal scales, completely impervious to swords and spears.
This was the true trump card of the Wildhorse tribe, directly under the chief. Originally, it was intended to be used as a final attack to kill the warriors around Constantine. It was to be used to decide the battle in one blow.
But now, the outer wall had not been broken, and the Wildhorse tribe's trump card was about to be used.
Following the order, hundreds of berserkers of the Wildhorse tribe rushed forward.
Each of them held two knives in their hands and moved as fast as lightning. Every one of them had metal scales on their bodies, like fierce monsters.
"Ow … Ow …"
They roared and hissed, not dodging at all, and rushed forward like a hot knife through butter.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
Lan Ling's arrows only caused them to stagger when they hit the berserkers, creating a series of sparks. Then, the arrows flew out.
Some even broke the arrowheads.
This was a berserker, a heaven-defying berserker. Their bodies were covered in metal scales and were impervious to swords and spears.
Lan Ling's arrows were all iron arrowheads, or even bone arrowheads. It was impossible to pierce through their metal scales.
Every inch of their bodies was covered in scales.
Thus, Lan Ling shot at their heads.
However, sparks still flew out, and the arrowheads broke and flew out.
Every berserker wore a sturdy helmet on their heads.
Trouble! Danger was really coming!
The Wildhorse tribe had actually used the most elite berserkers on the foreign army's defensive line. They had originally planned to attack Constantine's army, but now they were used to attack the foreign army.
Once they charged over, the foreign army would immediately collapse and be broken through. There would be countless casualties as well.
Suo Mo roared and tried his best to kill, repel the Wildhorse tribe's chief, and escape to stop the berserkers' attack.
However …
The Wildhorse tribe's chief and three tribal generals, a total of four people, surrounded Suo Mo and fought with no regard for their lives.
Lan Ling looked at the approaching berserkers!
There were hundreds of berserkers. He absolutely could not let them rush up, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
At least half of his brothers in the foreign army would die.
Lan Ling gritted his teeth and bled. He had to overdraft and use his trump card.
In an instant, Lan Ling crazily used his mental strength, almost to the point of overdrafting.
Suddenly, in his world of perception, the speed of time kept slowing down, slowing down, slowing down.
The originally fast charging berserkers seemed to be moving in slow motion at this moment.
Then, Lan Ling used his mental strength to lock onto their eyes one by one!
That's right, the eyes were the only flaw of these berserkers. The rest of their bodies were impervious to swords and spears, and only their eyes could be pierced.
However, how small were the eye sockets of the helmets? Moreover, the targets were still moving quickly. It was not easy to lock onto one, let alone lock onto many targets.
Therefore, Lan Ling's mental strength was overdrafted by five or even ten times!
Then, an even crazier and more stunning scene appeared!
Lan Ling continued to madly shoot a barrage of arrows.
And this time, his target was actually the eyes of each berserker, the eyes hidden in the helmets.
The diameter of the eye sockets of the berserkers' helmets was only about an inch.
Moreover, these berserkers were moving very quickly.
Lan Ling unexpectedly continued to rapidly shoot a barrage of arrows. Then, like lightning, he shot each arrow into the helmet hole that was less than an inch in diameter.
Each arrow pierced through the eyeball and directly through the brain!
He began to slaughter the berserkers. He was actually slaughtering berserkers! Berserkers that were impervious to swords and spears!
The eyes of the Wildhorse tribe's chief were about to crack, and his heart was about to burst into blood.
This was the Wildhorse tribe's most elite and trump card. It was so difficult to nurture every berserker. Every berserker could fight one against ten, or even dozens of them.
At this moment, they were being madly shot by Lan Ling.
The daughter of the Wildhorse tribe's chief felt as if her scalp was about to be peeled off. Her body was cold and trembling.
"This, this is not a human at all. This is a monster! Under that beautiful face of his, there must be a monster! "
Then, she roared, pulled out her two knives, and rushed towards Lan Ling!
Even if she had to die together, she would kill this monster, Lan Ling!
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