Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 377 - 82: The Duel of Two Heroes_2

Chapter 377: Chapter 82: The Duel of Two Heroes_2

Although the Earl strictly forbade all the warriors from looking back, many could not help but sneak a glance, discreetly watching this crucial life-or-death struggle.

Once their eyes looked back, they could not look away.

The spears thrown by these powerful Pier men had a range of up to one hundred yards. After silver flashes of light, the knights who had just spurred their warhorses were unable to create any distance before they were impaled by the heavy triangular spears and fell heavily from their charging steeds.

The knights, having received strict martial arts training from a young age, were equipped with expensive and extremely strong shields. But in front of the strong cutting force of the triangular spear, the knights were like juicy steaks pierced by a fork.

About seventy to eighty knights, who had only completed the tactical moves of raising shields and spears, had their lives taken away by the terrifying spears, fusing their shields permanently with their bodies.

It was simple and straightforward.

Having thrown all their spears, the panda warriors drew their metal vajra halberds, stood on the river embankment as if standing on the edge of an abyss, coldly watching the remaining knights.

On the beach, there were only scattered corpses pierced with spears and lone warhorses.

Without waiting for the knights to recover from their momentary surprise, Liu Zhenhan led the militiamen down the riverbank, launching a charge against the human line in a Feilengcui style.

Guoguo was still calmly casting spells from her scroll, but it was somewhat slow because Katusha was pulling the scroll with her mouth.

There were two eight-sided hammers lying at her feet, and Guoguo, puffing up her cheeks, was not quite happy.

There was no time to consider anything else. At this crucial juncture of life and death, all the "Metal Rose" cavalry, along with the Shalba’s family knights, bravely faced the enemy that made their hearts tremble.

The well-trained "Metal Rose" mercenaries displayed superb combat skills. As the knights met the enemy head-on, two squadrons of cavalry from the left and right flanks split and tried to create distance, aiming to strike at the waist section of the Beamon charge formation.

This dual-pronged interception and division tactic was indeed a good method for dealing with charging infantry. Once the cavalry started their charge with their long spears, they were unparalleled killing machines. After breaking through the charging formation, the cavalry could draw their long swords to slash and hack, and with the cooperation of the infantry, they could easily use swarm tactics to eliminate a small contingent of the enemy.

However, the humans greatly overestimated their ability to withstand a direct confrontation. The knights, who had collided head-on with the Beamon militiamen, were utterly unable to stop them. In a brief moment, it was as if a scalp was being shaved with a razor blade—under the leadership of the indestructible Piegel, a pair of gleaming tiger-head hooks whirled around without pause, chopping both man and horse, knocking flying knights out of his way. The giant long cleavers, halberds, and judgement sticks of the Beamon militiamen behind him opened up even larger wounds. This pyramid charging array doubled the attacking power the further down the column it went; thus, the deeper it penetrated into the cavalry formation, the greater the casualties it caused.

If these militiamen were a giant boulder rolling down a hill, then the knights attempting to intercept them could at best be compared to a few small saplings.

The two squadrons of the "Metal Rose" cavalry had just spread out from the left and right flanks, the entire Beamon militiamen had utterly pierced through the knights’ many layers of defense. Everywhere they passed, knights had only two options: either get out of the way or be turned into a shower of blood and flesh flying in the air. Like a deeply embedded arrow, not only the arrowhead but also the fletching had been driven in. The two squadrons of the cavalry were well-trained in combat tactics, but faced with such a gruesome scene, they could only stand by helplessly, aside from staring in shock.

These Beamon militiamen, each clad in golden battle armor, were too overwhelming for the human warriors. Never before had anyone seen heavily armored infantry strike with such agility and speed.

Count Totti, being a somewhat competent commander, seemed to have a premonition at the beginning of the Beamon charge and had ordered all the Heavy Scythe-wielders to turn around in preparation to meet the enemy. The Earl was soon relieved to find that his decision was wise. After piercing through the defense line of the knights, the Beamon militiamen did not deviate from their charging line upon meeting the heavily armored Heavy Scythe-wielders on the front. Instead, they chose to pounce on more fiercely.

Even without the assistance and protection of long-spear soldiers at the back, these Heavy Scythe-wielders showed no fear. Their heavy armour and the giant scythe in their hands had proven their bravery and invincibility in countless battles. Their strong bodies, comparable to the Beamon’s, and the three-layered iron tower shields could even withstand the charge of the heavy armored cavalry.

The impact of the Feilengcui militia was far superior to that of the heavy-armored cavalry. When these two most brutal infantries collided fiercely, victory or defeat was determined in just three breaths’ time.

In the face of the Lord Piegel, no armor had any significance. The tiger-head hooks crossed each other, opening a large gap in the dense line of Heavy Scythe-wielders. The Heavy Scythe-wielders hooked by the tiger-heads were directly flung into the air by him.

When his body rushed through this gap and dashed into the enslavers and servant soldiers at the front rows, the other militiamen also completed their attacks almost simultaneously. The mammoth giants withstood the giant scythes swung at them, and unanimously gave a hearty kick to the three-layered iron tower shield. Amid the loud noises of the giant shields, with large footprints from their kick, the large and sturdy Pompei men were bloodied and toppled by their own armor; the panda men’s vajra halberds were long and heavy, and the crescent moon-shaped blades were ten times wider and heavier than those of the scythe blades. It was akin to a cucumber competing with a sprout who was more solid—there was no suspense. Relying on their superior height and strength, and the superior quality and terrifying weight of their weapon, the blades of the panda men’s vajra halberds completely broke the scythes of the Heavy Scythe-wielders. The unwaning momentum of the halberd blades then sliced through the helmets and skulls of the Heavy Scythe-wielders; the Mastiff warriors faced a sparse number of Scythe-wielders. The mastiffs first used their judgement sticks to smash the tower shields and break the opponents’ arms with the mighty shock. Then, with a swift move, they broke the opponents’ scythes and followed up with a nimble somersault over the Scythe-wielders’ heads. A casual blow mid-air helped these Heavy Scythe-wielders crack open their skulls.