The Tide Turns (1)

Just as Acton was on the verge of being swallowed by despair, believing defeat was certain, the situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed!

The tide of battle suddenly turned!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

A dense barrage of sharp, slicing sounds suddenly roared past over Acton's head and beside him!

He looked up in astonishment, only to see dozens of heavy throwing axes and spiked maces, like crows carrying death, tracing deadly arcs through the air before flying over his shoulders and smashing into the seemingly impregnable spear formation of the Carnford Militia ahead!

"Bang! Crack! Splatter!"

"Ah!"

"My shield!"

The sudden attack by throwing weapons from medium range was precise and vicious! The militiamen were fully focused on dealing with the pressure of close combat ahead and had no time to react to the assault from above!

In an instant, several militiamen in the front rank had their helmets cleaved apart by throwing axes, while maces shattered their shields and bones, sending them tumbling backward with screams! The tightly packed shield wall and forest of spears developed brief gaps and chaos!

But that was not all!

Almost immediately afterward, an even denser sound of "whoosh, whoosh" rang out, like locusts beating their wings! A mass of black arrows descended like a torrential rain, blanketing the front and middle ranks of the militia formation!

"Raise your shields!" a militia officer shouted hoarsely in warning, but it was already too late!

"Thud, thud, thud! Splatter! Ah!"

Arrows hammered densely into shields and helmets. Many more cunning shots slipped through the gaps between shields, striking the faces, necks, and arms of the militiamen, who lacked full-body armor! Screams rose one after another!

The effects of these two consecutive, swift, concentrated ranged attacks were devastating! In just over ten seconds, more than