Chapter 31

Samo looked at the retreating coalition army and almost spit out his old blood. Besides, Madrid, don't take great pains to save me. Can't you let me rest at ease in the castle?

Facing the Dragon slaying warrior, you still run so close. Who gives you courage when you beep in front of the battle?

However, at this time, he had no choice but to attack.

Surrender? Hehe, he believes that no matter how broad-minded gray is, he will not leave this hidden danger.

And although the other party has only been on the throne for a month, he has already had his own supporters in the kingdom. As long as he defeats the coalition this time, he is the real king of the Kingdom, and no one can shake his position.

Leaving him is really useless except for hidden dangers. Even if the other party doesn't kill him for the time being, he will find a chance to let him die naturally.

"The traitor gray has no aristocratic spirit. He sneaked in and killed the Marquis of Madrid. Soldiers, for the glory of the king, eradicate the traitor and rush for me." Samo pulled out his sword and shouted angrily.

"Give it to me." The other nobles held back their fear and shouted. They also knew that it was their own death to retreat at this time, so they pulled out their swords and commanded their soldiers to attack the city.

"Shoot the arrow, don't save the arrow, shoot it hard!" Gray loudly ordered that he would decide the world in the first World War, so he didn't need to save materials this time. Anyway, he couldn't use too much later. Moreover, after the fight, the whole country was his and didn't need too much military funds.

When the Allied forces entered the range of 50 steps, all the soldiers guarding the city threw out their arrows. Now the troops under the city are so dense that they don't need to take aim at the opposite arrows. They just need to ensure that their arrows can fall in that area.

Gray hid behind the women's wall and looked down from time to time. He held a black iron block in his hand. Every time he looked at his head, the iron block in his hand would emit fire, and then make a loud sound. Then there would be a man on the opposite battlefield, at least an officer, who would die with a blood hole in his body.

The Allied forces have only made 20 steps, and at least five officers have died, and the death is so mysterious.

Although soldiers on the battlefield don't pay much attention to the life and death of others, someone will always notice this, and when they notice this, they can't help feeling afraid.

Originally, they were afraid of the reputation of gray dragon slaughtering warrior and did not dare to go forward. Now they were so frightened that several people who were frightened had the idea of running away, and their actions on the battlefield were slow.

The consequence of slowing down a few shots is that the people behind also slow down a few shots. Of course, this is insignificant in the whole battlefield, because someone will die at any time to block their progress.

However, although a few slow shots will not affect the progress of the battlefield, they will affect the morale of the army.

For example, when others charge well, you suddenly slow down. The people behind you either push you forward directly or slow down themselves.

If it is a neat and uniform March like China's war, of course, there will be no result of everyone slowing down. The people behind will basically step on the bodies of their predecessors and continue to move forward, but the small army gathered up by the aristocracy is basically an army with dozens of people. Do you still want it to be banned? Still want to cooperate with each other? Forget it, wash and sleep.

There is no such possibility at all, so when they lose the momentum of charging forward, the fear in their hearts will become greater and greater, and finally lead to desertion.

Gray played for a while and found that the efficiency was still a little low. Quietly Mimi touched three grenades and gently threw them out.

Three grenades crossed a perfect arc in the air, and then fell among the rushing coalition forces. Everyone was charging at the risk of arrows. No one noticed that it fell.

"Boom, boom!"

Three explosions sounded one after another, instantly causing dozens of casualties among the coalition forces, and this kind of weapon they had never seen made them have a deep fear at the bottom of their hearts.

This has never been seen before. Is it God's punishment? Or some powerful Warcraft?

"The fairy in the lake gave me my baby!" Looking at Bertrand's confused look, gray gently explained.

No way, this kind of high technology is unheard of here. It's better not to be too shocking. It's good to let the non-existent fairy in the lake carry the pot!

Gray then took out three more grenades and handed them to Portland. "Pull the metal ring off and throw it out at the people outside immediately."

With that, gray went directly down the wall, "don't eat well. We'll eat later and gather. We'll drive these damn bastards back to their hometown!"

Soon, a team of about 500 people gathered in front of gray.

This is the first batch of soldiers who came to eat meat. Basically, they have eaten well. After eating, they feel their blood gas surging up and they feel hot. They seem to have endless strength to vent.

Gray rode on a fine horse and took out his long gun from his backpack. "Open the city gate and rush with me!"

With a creaking sound, the heavy city gate finally opened. After a moment of consternation, the noble coalition immediately rushed towards the city gate like a tide.

Portland looked up at the outside of the city wall. Thinking of the power of gray throwing out before, he quickly opened the pull ring and threw the three hand grenades at the most crowded place.

"Boom, boom!"

"Rush!" With three explosions, gray rode his horse, followed by twenty riders, and rushed out, followed by infantry.

No way, there is no great plain in Shibao country, and there are few horses. Gray has always wanted to form a cavalry, but he can't do it because there are not enough horses.

A mere 20 horsemen and horses can basically play no role in the battle of nearly 10000 people, but it's different with gray.

Holding a long gun, he rushed out of the city gate directly. Weian's figure was like the God of war. The long gun took four or five people's lives in an instant, giving space for the cavalry behind him to rush out.

"Go away!" A roar, like thunder, made those coalition soldiers stunned for a moment. Then they saw a long gun like a death sickle and began to harvest their lives.

Moreover, the knights who followed were not weak at all. They were only 20 people, and even had the momentum of 2000 people.

"Kill!" The infantry followed, harvesting the coalition soldiers scattered by the cavalry.

"Everyone, go down the wall, follow your majesty and kill these sons of bitches!" Portland looked excited and shouted. He also slipped down the wall and began to charge after gray with his soldiers.

In the face of the 500 people brought out by gray, a large number of noble coalition forces were defeated one after another.

It can be said that the more than 1500 people guarding the city are basically the elite brought out by gray, and the 500 people have just eaten dragon meat, with endless energy and momentum.

Although there were only 500 people, it was like a sharp spear, tearing the coalition army of nearly 10000 people and piercing the enemy's heart like a sharp knife.

Especially gray, like the legendary god of death, his long gun reaps life every moment. No one is his opponent. Everyone who sees him in front has the impulse to turn around and run away.

No one is afraid of death, and it's still such a worthless way to die.

As he killed more and more, the impulse to escape finally turned into action, and the coalition troops fled.