“Kill!”
Zhou Wu'an, taking the lead, looked at the gleaming halberds before him with a resolute expression, then leaped up and charged directly into the layers of Rodok Sergeants, who had formed a spear phalanx like a porcupine, and crashed heavily into them.
That’s right, Zhou Wu'an had already prepared for death; he knew very well that it was time to repay the Green Leaf Group with his life.
That’s why he made such a move.
However, before he could fully smash into the spear phalanx, he was brutally impaled in mid-air by the nearly three-meter-long halberds; even the light leather armor he wore could not withstand the sharp tips of the halberds, and he was pierced by seven or eight long halberds, hanging in mid-air like a broken rag.
“Department Head! Department Head Zhou!!!” Seeing this scene, the eyes of the Security Department members behind him almost burst, and their faces twisted in furious roars.
Including the Wood Elf followers, who at this moment were also clenching their beautifully shaped Wood Elf Longswords with twisted faces full of rage, gnashing their teeth as they looked at the Rodok Sergeants.
But at this moment, Zhou Wu'an was still hanging on the spear phalanx, unable to even hold the longsword in his hand, with large patches of blood flowing out onto the phalanx.
Zhou Wu'an was still roaring loudly with his last breath: “Don’t mind me… For the Green Leaf Group, for the Wood Elf Village, kill, kill, kill! Avenge me!”
However, he didn’t even finish his sentence, or rather, didn’t get a chance to speak again, when at that moment, with a whooshing sound, a crossbow bolt pierced through his words and directly struck his forehead, embedding itself with a clang.
The sharp steel crossbow bolt directly tore through his skull, destroyed his brain, and even pierced through the back of his head, with brain matter and blood gushing out from behind.
This abruptly silenced Zhou Wu'an, the head of the Green Leaf Group’s Security Department, who had wanted to say more.
His head immediately tilted, and he slumped down completely, his bloodshot eyes devoid of any life.
He was dead.
“Brave warriors of the Rodok Kingdom, grip your shields, grip your halberds!”
“Prove your might to these enemies from another world!”
Behind these Rodok Sergeants, Manid, who was directing from a wooden platform, slowly handed his heavy crossbow to a Rodok Sergeant nearby, letting this strong fellow re-string the bow for him.
Manid also looked at the Wood Elves, whose faces were now extremely contorted and completely enraged, and sneered: “Dare to invade Deherim? This is your price!”
Manid showed no fear, openly provoking these invaders.
This heavy crossbow was a gift from Shen Mu.
Now, using it on the battlefield to directly shoot and kill an enemy commander-level target was a reasonable use, at least for Manid, it felt truly excellent.
At this moment, looking at the increasingly furious and howling enemies, Manid’s heart was filled with a sense of exhilaration.
Because he was a bankrupt merchant; he had truly experienced bankruptcy at that time, his caravan was robbed, his dinar was taken away, all by some invaders, some bad guys, who violated his caravan, leading to his tragic outcome.
Now that he had finally found a job with the great savior Lord Shen Mu, and was not just a merchant but also a city steward, such an extremely honorable position, how could he allow these invaders to disrupt the order of Deherim, and the development of Deherim that he had painstakingly maintained?
And harm his most loyal and fanatical Lord Shen Mu?
That was absolutely impossible.
And looking at the enemies growing more and more enraged, and with the 20 Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and 20 Vekia Archers, along with an equal number of ordinary Rodok Crossbowmen and Viki Guerilla Shooters, whom he had arranged in advance in the surrounding boxes, still firing arrows and throwing stones, covering the Lord’s Hall below with a barrage of deadly ranged attacks through the narrow gaps only two palms wide.
More and more invading enemies were being shot dead on the spot, constantly emitting miserable howls and wails, and a strong smell of blood permeated the air.
Manid’s eyes showed no pity.
Only exhilaration.
Enemies should be punished like this, they should be slaughtered, these villains should die at the hands of righteous people like them.
“Avenge Department Head Zhou Wu'an! For the Green Leaf Group! For the Wood Elf Village!!!”
At this moment, the Wood Elves also boiled over. Seeing Zhou Wu'an’s corpse, they charged forward again, showing a resolute attitude of self-sacrifice, once more throwing their bodies at the human spear phalanx before them.
By now, they had understood that if they waited here, they would be forced to die in the stalemate by the dense ranged fire surrounding them.
To have a glimmer of hope, they could only charge forward, break through these spear phalanxes.
Then find the human lord named Shen Mu on the top floor.
As long as he was killed.
Victory would still be theirs.
“Eat crystal shards!” Then, from the pockets of the Security Department members who had been prepared, they each pulled out fingernail-sized crystal shards and swallowed them without a word.
And at this moment, they did not begrudge these precious crystal shards, directly distributing them to the Wood Elf followers around them.
As they all consumed these crystal shards, the power of the rules from the spirit world began to manifest within their bodies.
The powerful rules brought forth peak strength at the Wood Elf level.
These Blue Star Humans and Wood Elf followers all began to grow in stature, their stamina, strength, endurance, and agility all increasing.
In a short period, they reached the peak of the Wood Elf race.
Then, they charged forward without hesitation, each raising the longsword in their hand, especially those at the very front who used their longswords as javelins, throwing them heavily forward, embedding them with a clang into the heavy broadshields before them.
Making the left arm of the Rodok Sergeant holding the heavy broadshield instinctively shake violently, feeling a strong pressure.
But that was all; it was as if a javelin had been thrown and struck a heavy broadshield.
It didn’t even pierce the heavy broadshield.
This was the finest timber from the Rodok Mountainous Region, meticulously crafted into heavy broadshields, which were the top-tier defensive equipment on the Calradia continent.
Let alone javelins, even the strongest knight’s lance from a Swadian Knight could be blocked while standing still.
Given that, what kind of destructive power could one expect from the thrown longswords?
They merely embedded themselves in the broadshield.
And through the gaps in the broadshields, these Rodok Sergeants once again tightened their grip on the long halberds in their right hands, looking at the approaching figures, almost instinctively thrusting fiercely forward!
And as they felt the force of hitting the target and piercing into the opponent’s body, they didn’t hesitate to pull back their arm a bit, retracting the long halberd a certain distance, then taking advantage of the momentary void, they exerted force with their right arm again, thrusting forward once more, and again hitting the target’s body.
Just like the Rodok Sergeants beside them, they formed a continuous, undulating series of spear thrusts, like waves crashing against a reef.
And it was a continuous, relentless series of spear thrusts!
Now.
These Rodok Sergeants were like reefs standing on the shore, eroded by seawater for millions of years, and the long halberds they thrust out were the very waves themselves, crashing forward and being pushed back.
Of course, these waves were blood-red.
Because right in front of these Rodok Sergeants, each charging Wood Elf or Blue Star Human was impaled to death on the spot by the long halberds in their hands.
No matter from what angle, or even jumping into mid-air and smashing towards them, they would turn into useless rotten flesh or rags before the extremely dense spear phalanx formed by these 100 Rodok Sergeants within this narrow 20-square-meter area, and be transformed into lifeless corpses by the repeatedly thrusting long halberds.
“A group of light infantry actually charging a spear phalanx head-on, such foolish behavior has rarely been seen even on the Calradia continent.”
Manid was still standing on his platform, watching these Wood Elves rush towards the Rodok Sergeants like moths to a flame, then immediately impaled by halberds and becoming corpses riddled with holes, a sneer on his lips.
This was truly too foolish.
If one wanted to counter these Rodok Sergeants who had formed a spear phalanx, one had to break their formation through movement, then divide them before engaging in close-quarters combat.
And even then, in close-quarters combat, one should absolutely not use these light infantry wearing leather or rattan armor to engage them.
The weapons in their hands were Wood Elf Longswords, which looked curved and elegantly shaped. For light-armored or unarmored units, if combined with special techniques and swung fiercely, these Wood Elf Longswords could function similarly to long knives, and could easily cut through enemy skin, causing large wounds.
One could say that the Wood Elf Longsword was truly an excellent light weapon.
But as just mentioned, these light Wood Elf Longswords were best used against light-armored and unarmored units to achieve their maximum effect.
If facing heavy armored infantry units, then those units, whether clad in heavy chainmail, or combined with leather armor, or plate armor, or lamellar armor.
Even mail armor.
Could effectively defend against these Wood Elf Longswords, which were only skilled at slashing and thrusting.
Because these Wood Elf Longswords were unable to inflict armor-piercing damage; even the best armor-piercing thrust, if the angle was poor, would not achieve a good armor-piercing effect.
Compared to truly armor-piercing heavy spears or lances, or war hammers, or armor-piercing picks, which are specialized armor-piercing weapons.
The Wood Elf Longsword was truly difficult to use for armor-piercing.
Moreover, to pierce armor, one had to get close to these Rodok Sergeants first, only then could one use the Wood Elf Longsword to attack the leather armed jacket made of hard leather worn over their heavy chainmail, and only after destroying the leather armed jacket could one harm the heavy chainmail underneath.
And it should be known why it is called heavy chainmail; it is because when crafting this mail, blacksmiths meticulously forged many tough and dense small rings, layered one after another.
Almost no holes could be seen.
Compared to mail armor, it was as fine as a chain.
Hence, it was called chainmail.
And it was heavy chainmail, with more exquisite, careful, and refined craftsmanship. It could almost be said to be one of the strongest armors in the cold weapon era.
As a Tier 5, top-tier unit of the Rodok Kingdom, the Rodok Sergeant, of course, deserved this double-layered heavy armor!
And with the heavy broadshields held in front of their left arms, they truly resembled an iron city wall, blocking these Wood Elves who were making a desperate charge, no matter how much these Wood Elves charged their formation, they could only desperately cry out, and then die before them.
Without exception.
“Truly worthy of being the strongest Rodok Sergeants in the Rodok Kingdom, they are the strongest shield formed by a group of nobles uniting.”
Manid watched as the charging Wood Elves were impaled before him, and the Rodok Sergeants in front of him didn’t even retreat half a step, simply standing their ground, silently raising their heavy broadshields, and then thrusting out their long halberds with their right hands.
The enemies naturally died before him, forming piles of broken corpses, even accumulating a pile of bodies nearly half a meter high in front of these Rodok Sergeants.
Turning this 20-square-meter platform into a complete meat grinder.
However, these Rodok Sergeants were the sharpest blades in the meat grinder, and they had already started operating under Manid’s command, rapidly rotating to grind away the lives of the Wood Elves before them.
And in Manid’s view, as long as these 100 Rodok Sergeants remained here, no matter how many more Wood Elves came, they would all be ground to death on the spot.
Victory was already destined the moment these Rodok Sergeants appeared and formed their spear phalanx.
“If there aren’t some special circumstances, trying to break through this platform seems a bit impossible.”
Manid’s lips curled even further.
