A few seconds later, braving the Sellsword bolts inside the turtle's shell, the round-shield warriors finally came within striking distance. At the head of the group was the Tumen leader who had called for a counterattack. He looked so tall that he was a brave warrior, at least a centurion in the army. Unfortunately, it is not so easy to win against the Owu.
I saw the Tumen leader leap straight into the parapet, the Tumen scimitar raised so high that it seemed as if a man's head would fall if he fell. Instead, Shen's longsword lifted and cut Tulmen's shield in half, leaving a gaping hole in his chest where his ribs could be seen. The centurion, still in the air, suddenly lost all momentum and fell heavily into the crowd, his chest heaving and the blood from his body pressing out of the wound. Shen showed no mercy, leaving a word of "mending the sword," and Grenn went on to deal with the other soldiers who had rushed into the line. The centurion was dead, of course, and the two sellswords came up and killed him.
Soon the second charge was as unmarked as the mud into the sea, and the tortoise's battle advance was undisturbed as if nothing had happened, and one would have thought it was just a rush, were it not for the broken bodies slowly sinking from the bed of germs after the sweep.
In a smooth, there was also a small episode, when Shen was constantly cutting the Tumen soldiers into serious injuries, suddenly a ball of fire flew out of the team, straight at Shen's feet. Shen's eye disease leg fast, a sideways flash, the fireball hit in the charge of the Tumen soldier's leg, igniting the soldier's robe. Shen nature will not miss the opportunity, a sword pierced after also look back, found is just read the spell of Allen. The Family Arcane did release the blades to help Shen and Grenn harvest, but only after a warning to the Owu to give them an Angle in case of accidental injury, but Alan did not have the sense to do so. He could not even pronounce a spell and missed it. Fortunately, Alan doesn't know how to use the blade. He releases a fireball that is easy to notice, and it lands in the wrong place, so you have to be careful to avoid it. Otherwise, you would have to face a fireball with your leg armor.
Allen had never seen such a ferocious battle scene before. For a man who had never been on a battlefield where life and death were at stake, it was all very sudden, and Abel had assured him before he set out that it was not dangerous. But Alan had someone to protect him, so the experience of being in the presence of blood was far less terrifying and real. As a result, Alan recovered pretty quickly, and could even use the Arcane to help, though his inexperience almost failed him.
I've seen it too many times, so I'm not angry: "It went off. Be careful next time." Then they went back into battle. This time it was the Tumen's turn, but the turtles marched southeast and quickly left their ambush. Only when the Tumen shouts were no longer heard did the crowd gradually stop. Although the breakthrough had gone well, they were really tired and many of them were convulsing in their legs.
With a "Wow!" Alan hugged the trees around him and began to vomit again, raising eyebrows. I thought Alan was getting used to it, but he was just trying to suppress his queasiness, and when the situation stabilized, he threw up again. The morning brought death to his face, and once again the heavy smell of blood and cruelty made Alan hold the tree for a long time and seemed to mutter.
It was a scene that reminded many of the first time they had seen it with their own eyes. You could not have acted like Alan. At least you were able to stand still and even make some counter-moves. So many years, even the most experienced mercenary also did not experience a day died so many people's experience, a beginner's child can do this step is not easy, a lot of people if back to the original time, and re-experience these, I am afraid of the gaffe there is much less.
Be strong! Get used to it!
These words were repeated in Alan's mind as he tried to suppress the churning in his stomach. He knew his situation too well, and it was a place where no one could claim to protect anyone, and he was in great peril if he continued to languish.