Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 22: rout

  Chapter 22 Rout

   "Establish a shield!"

   "Stabber!"

   "Knife out!"

  …

  On the small hill at the mouth of the valley, Samwell's voice was a little hoarse.

  But the expression on his face became more and more relaxed.

Fighting to the present, not only those recruits have already completed their transformation under the baptism of blood, but Samwell has also strengthened his confidence in the military theory he has figured out. On this battlefield dominated by cold weapons, neat queues and strict discipline And order is the most powerful weapon.

  The corpses of savages almost covering the hillside in front of him are the best proof of this theory.

  Samwell could already feel that the enemy's aura was fading rapidly, and the momentum of the attack was not as good as before. I believe that it won't be long before the savages even dared to launch a new round of attack on the hill.

  Even without Todd Buddha Flower attacking outside, Samwell has the confidence to lead his recruits to defend the valley.

  Looking at the dark savages crowded in the valley road, Samwell even had time to think, if only he had some archers in his hand.

   At this time, a few rounds of shooting at the crowd will definitely destroy the morale of the barbarians.

   Of course, this can only be thought about.

  A qualified archer is not so easy to train, four months is definitely not enough, not to mention, archers are a very expensive unit.

   We can only wait until the territory grows in the future.

   There are also cavalry, so it will cost more money...

"kill!!"

A roar like thunder on the ground exploded in his ears, and Samwell suddenly came back to his senses, and saw a shield soldier under him flying up like a kite with a broken string, tumbling a few times in the air and then smashing heavily Falling, the entire chest was sunken in, and unstoppable blood gushed out of his mouth.

what happened?

  Samwell was shocked to replace that a majestic savage had torn through the defense line of the shield soldiers and rushed up. He was waving a long knife, unstoppable, and the tiger tooth necklace hanging on his chest gleamed with blood.

   "Stop him!"

  Boom!

   Cheka slashed and shattered the wooden shield in front of him again. Among the scattered sawdust, his blood-red eyes locked on the person on the hillside who was giving orders.

   "Die to me!"

   Cheka let out a wild roar, like a tiger descending the mountain, and charged towards Samwell.

  In the flash, Samwell couldn't dodge at all, so he could only bite the bullet and swung his sword to block.

  clang!

  Amidst the violent clanging of gold and iron, Samwell let go of his long sword, and his whole body seemed to have hit a truck and flew backwards.

  The severe pain in his chest made him barely able to breathe.

   Fortunately, he was protected by chain armor for the knife just now, otherwise he would definitely have his chest cut open by this terrible savage!

   Before Samwell could catch his breath, Cheka laughed wildly and slashed down again.

  The gust of wind blowing towards his face was like the breath of death, which almost broke Samwell's liver and gallbladder.

   At the critical moment of life and death, he tried his best, using his hands and feet together, and crawled a few steps to the side like a big lizard.

   poof—

  The steel knife hit the ground heavily, and the splashed soil and gravel drew several bloodstains on Samwell's face.

   Just a little bit, he was going to be separated from head to head.

  Samwell wanted to struggle to get up, but at this moment his hands and feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.

   But Cheka pounced again.

   "Protect Lord Caesar!"

  The soldiers finally reacted and stopped Cheka.

  Samwell quickly took a few breaths, only to replace that his mouth was full of fishy and sweet taste.

   What a terrible savage!

  What a tyrannical force!

  After these days of hard training and the help of the golden tail shrimp, his current strength attribute has surpassed that of ordinary people, reaching 1.32.

  But in front of this terrifying savage, he is still so vulnerable!

  Samwell secretly guessed that the strength attribute of this savage might have reached 3, or even higher!

   "The second group stepped forward! Stabilize the line of defense! The third group went to surround that savage!"

  Samwell gasped, and quickly ordered.

   This is the benefit of having a reserve team. The line of defense that was breached just now quickly stabilized again.

  As for Cheka, no matter how tough he is, surrounded by dozens of spear and shield soldiers, what kind of waves can he make?

  The role of personal valor in war is extremely limited.

  However, Samwell had to admit that it was really a thrill just now.

  The savage was extremely terrifying both in terms of personal force and timing. He rushed into the battle just now. If he succeeded in killing Samwell, he might really be able to turn the tide of the battle and turn the tide.

  But unfortunately, only a little bit.

  At this moment, Cheka could only be surrounded by more than a dozen spears, shooting left and right, in a panic, and soon suffered several wounds on his body.

   Cheka roared like a trapped animal in the cage, a cold light flashed in his blood-red eyes, and threw the steel knife in his hand towards Samwell!

"die!"

  Fortunately, Samwell has been paying attention to this person's movements. Seeing this, he quickly took the wooden shield from the soldier beside him and blocked it in front of him.

  Boom!

  With strong inertia, the long knife pierced a hole in the wooden shield, but it was still blocked by the mail armor on Samwell's body.

  The tyrannical force made Samwell take three steps back and sat down on the ground.

   Swallowing the blood rushing to his throat, Samwell struggled to get up again, roaring:

"kill him!"

"kill!"

  Seeing that the savage had no weapons, the soldiers rushed forward.

   "Aw—"

   Cheka roared like crazy, and was about to charge again in the direction of Samwell.

  The soldiers quickly gathered, ready to defend their lord to the death.

  But who knows, Cheka suddenly turned around and rushed out of the valley.

  Before this savage had always been extremely fierce and indomitable, but now he suddenly played tricks, which really caught the soldiers by surprise.

   In a daze, Cheka actually broke out of the encirclement.

   "Don't chase! Hold your position!" Samwell quickly stopped the soldiers who were trying to pursue.

  Although he wished to cut that savage into pieces, he also knew that the overall situation was the most important.

   Besides, the savage was already seriously injured, so there was nothing to worry about.

  Although Cheka's rampage made the defenders flustered for a while, it turned out that this attack was just a flashback.

   After that, the wildlings could no longer pose any threat to the front on the hill.

   Moreover, Samwell has heard the sound of fighting outside the valley.

   Obviously, Todd finally led his troops back.

   There was a burst of cheers in the camp, and the morale of the soldiers was even higher.

  The savage on the opposite side became more and more depressed.

  Although they organized a few more attacks, the position on this not-so-high hill was like a city wall made of steel, impenetrable.

  The front road was blocked, and the rear was attacked again. The savages in the valley finally became anxious and even panicked.

  At this time, the first ray of light in the morning finally pierced the deep darkness, illuminating the valley in the midst of fierce battle, and presenting this hellish scene in front of everyone—

  From Taniguchi to the front of the pioneering team's defense line, the **** of more than a hundred feet was densely covered with the corpses of wildlings. In this pile of corpses, there are still savages who have not died, and they let out heart-piercing wailing, just begging for a relief.

  The flowing blood dyed the ground dark red, and the strong smell of blood permeated the air, almost suffocating.

   This doomsday scene became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The savage army finally collapsed!

  They could no longer organize a decent attack. They either ran back like crazy, or cried bitterly with their heads in their hands, or collapsed on the ground motionless, as if they were frightened stupid...

  Samwell took the opportunity to announce loudly to the wild man:

   "Put down your weapons, surrender without killing!"

  The soldiers on the hillside also began to move forward, shouting as they walked:

   "Put down your weapons, surrender without killing!"

   "Put down your weapons, surrender without killing!"

  …