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Chapter 1215 Martyrs(2/2)

But the Ross Army will not let them succeed easily.

Obviously the distance was far, so all the torsion slingshots were launched almost at the same time. The slingshots on both sides gathered on one side, and the torsion slingshots originally used for land warfare found a temporary position and placed them on the side of the ship.

Eighty slingshots can launch eighty javelins in one salvo. They are powerful and heavy. The special structure of the tail fins makes them spin wildly when launched. They sacrifice a little range but gain some additional tactical advantages. These javelins are extremely accurate.

, the rotating tail caused a loud roar, and roared past the heads of the panicked army.

The javelin pierced the dense wall. This was Tristan's first crazy experience in his life. He had never seen such a tactic before, and he immediately thought of the warning Count Ramongao had given him. However, he could no longer tell his subordinates to avoid it.

There is no use in evading, it is like an arrow leaving the string. He can only seize the key opportunity to kill the enemy as much as possible.

Not surprisingly, these javelins hit the cavalry on a large scale. Under the strong momentum, even the iron armor pieces of the cloth armor could not withstand the gouge of the nearly one-pound giant needle-shaped carbon steel spear head. At least the current Frank armor

The stomach is not strong enough to withstand the precise fire of this bulky weapon.

Some of the cavalrymen began to fall, and Tristan's worst fear soon occurred.

The Frankish cavalry's lance charge was also divided into several groups, with a certain distance between each group in line. However, what they encountered was almost a low-level shot from a torsion slingshot. After all, the Ross army also had some experience in dealing with cavalry.

If you want to fight, attack the guys at the head of the team.

To organize such a large cavalry team, the top commander must wear eye-catching clothing and must have a flag officer by his side. Doesn't this tell the enemy "I am a big shot"? This is true, and it is not that he is stupid. Askard

He is still wearing a helmet with a huge feather decoration, and he is still an important target.

This is a trade-off. What Tristan needs is a decisive victory, and personal life and death can be ignored.

So benevolence is rewarded, and some people are targeted by the operators of multiple torsion slingshots.

The javelin crossed a low parabola, inflicting an extremely fatal blow to the vanguard's lance.

A javelin tragically penetrated the neck of Tristan's horse. Although it was a coincidence, it was inevitable. The javelin penetrated the horse's neck. He was charging with a sword and his body pressed against the horse's mane. The spear tip

It smashed through his armor and even blasted through the lining of the chainmail.

The javelin did not penetrate further into Tristan's body, but one of his ribs was broken.

Perhaps, if he had also worn the cutting-edge breastplate that only the elite soldiers of Rus had, he would never have suffered this fate.

He was thrown off the horse, and his broken ribs directly penetrated his lungs due to the second impact. The deflated lungs were making a terrifying and weird whine.

"Oops! Fatal injury!"

However, Tristan himself had been thrown out. He fell heavily to the ground and subconsciously covered his bleeding chest, but did not dare to let out the breath he was holding.

He was facing a fatal pneumothorax, and thanks to his good health he was forced to stagger to his feet.

No one noticed that their general fell from his horse, and the following cavalry noticed that friendly troops had suffered unusual casualties. They subconsciously adjusted their positions for fear that their horses would trample the injured friendly troops.

The war horse galloped past Tristan, who was half kneeling on the ground. He suddenly felt something welling up in his chest. Unable to hold it in, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. Now he saw that his men were trampling and poking

He shot down the Norman soldiers who were unable to escape, and also saw Count Ramongo join the battle.

He couldn't help but smile, but suddenly his body felt weak and the world was spinning, and he fell down.

Just as he was dying, his eyes saw thick smoke billowing in the direction of the city, and his last smile instantly turned into horror.
Chapter completed!
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