Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Pieces of whole human skins coated with blood and white wings, fixed on the flagpoles pieced together with ribs, twisted and profane flags, once again flying over the corpses of the world, accompanied by the majestic loud horn sound , Hunting screaming.

Tens of thousands of ghouls crawled out of the underground caves mightily, densely packed skeleton soldiers, struggling to climb from the blanket of bones, began their daily combat training, the claws of bones, crazy Tearing each other's bones.

Pain Hess silently observed the tactics of these ghouls: they are very cunning, and each company of ghouls stood at the end of the team, using javelins, slings and other long-range firepower to strike at the enemy, until the skeletons serving as cannon fodder were eliminated , Will join the battle.

And these mindless skeletons...They will not feel fear, nor will their morale be low because of their compatriots losing so much, the defeat of the battle, so that they become defeated, and they can often fight to the last person.

This kind of non-retreatable thing can be said to be a tactic that severely restrains cents and even all heavy cavalry units.

What do heavy cavalry rely on? Isn't it the huge damage caused by the charge instantly, piercing the enemy's front, hitting the enemy's morale, and finally causing the enemy's entire line to collapse.

When the mortal army saw thousands of terrifying monsters weighing a ton, launching an offensive attack on them, they were already under great pressure.

The two sides have not yet fought, and the clusters of ding arrows that cover the sky and the sun send out screams and anger in the sky, like raindrops falling on themselves, crushing the torrent of iron riders on the earth, and whizzing over their body. Throwing the light and fragile objects of your companions into the high sky...

In this case, if the infantry bearing the charge is cut down by the cavalry and the commander is stabbed to death, the morale of the entire army will collapse instantly.

One charge may only kill hundreds of people, but the chain of morale collapse will leave thousands of people without the will to fight, follow the instinct of life to survive, throw away their armor and escape-and these lose courage and lose The organized infantry cannot escape to the wind-like cavalry army. What awaits them is only a **** massacre.

However, on the contrary, if the infantry sticks to the front and refuses to retreat, then the cavalry unit caught in the melee quagmire can only fight to the end with the infantry, completely losing the speed and impact capability that the cavalry is proud of.

On several occasions, his cavalry was unable to carry out a series of follow-up tactics because they could not rush through the tortoise shell formation of the Roman Empire, and could only use their bows and arrows to slowly consume them from a distance.

And this kind of skeleton, which has no intelligence and relies entirely on the command of the master, will not collapse no matter how terrifying the cavalry charge is, and will fight to the last person. It is really a good shield against the cavalry.

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"Honorable archangel, who are you going to do first?"

Standing on the VIP seat of the banquet, Painhurs asked the Ghoul King. San Gilles was lifting a wine glass made of skull and sipping the scarlet liquid gracefully.

This was another grand banquet of the Royal Flesh-Eater Court. The Blood Angel specially ordered his men to create a gorgeous chair for horses and men, with a white wooden body covered with light yellow silk—that's what he thought, in fact, it was just a few bones. Pieced together, the surface is covered with a piece of human skin that the ghost knows how many years have been dead.

The warchief simply cites the fact that people and horses are used to standing and eating as a reason, so he just stopped sitting down. As for food...this thing is really only considered delicious by ghouls. They think they are praying solemnly and eating. In fact, they are a group of rotten evil spirits, roaring as if from hell, and then Tearing, swallowing more rotten food.

"I'm going to send a scout to investigate first. The other three undead kings are by no means mediocre and can't act rashly."

The Ghoul King elegantly wiped the blood from his lips. This perfect action, even the most demanding etiquette teacher in the imperial court, couldn't fault it.

"In this way, I will help you take a look at the bottom of the vampire king, pretending to be a necromancer who came to pursue immortality and defected to him, making him think that I am on his side and start a war against you.

However, at that time, you and I will work hand in hand to get rid of each other. "

Painhurs embarked on the second step of the plan. Said very sincerely.

"Oh, good idea."

San Giles squinted his eyes and drank the contents of the cup, his noble face stared into the eyes of the pale sorcerer.

"Then, can I trust you? Are all your rhetoric when you come here exactly the same as your hypocrisy about the Vampire King?"

Painhurs heard the other party's killing intent and just smiled faintly.

"I have a reason you can't refuse."

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A few days later

After the warchief left the horror crypt of Baal, he continued as a necromancer and came to the castle of another vampire king. If all the glitz and hypocrisy there are disgusting, then this is the **** **** that is true and undisguised.

On both sides of the road leading to the castle, densely packed with sharp spears, extending to the end of the road.

The tip of each spear wore a miserable corpse, and the blood gurgled along the spear shaft, dyeing the entire land into a scarlet face.

Their death is extremely ugly. The spear pierced through their chrysanthemum, pierced the entire internal organs system, and finally passed through the neck and pierced their mouths. They were nailed to both sides of the road like this, watching them slow down in pain and torture. Slowly dying, countless crows stayed on their corpses, pecking at the flesh and blood of the corpses with their sharp beaks. As soon as the warchief approached, these alert birds flapped their wings and rushed into the sky.

Tens of thousands of crows spread their wings, and the sound of their flapping wings was like a thunder roar. The black crows covered the sky, casting the shadow of death on the red undead land.

This terrifying scene makes people feel that every step forward is approaching the abyss of death. The Pale Warlock stabilized his mind, took out the sheepskin and covered the nose and mouth of the three people, avoiding the smell of corpses soaring to the sky. Dizzy, he randomly glanced at the corpses on both sides of the road, and suddenly discovered that each corpse had been inhumanely abused and tortured before being punctured.

What they have in common is that everyone’s foreheads are engraved with a strange line of words, and the warchief has displayed a proficient language to himself, and finally understands the meaning of these Latin words.

"Midnight wandering soul."

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