The warriors of the Yacy tribe turned their bodies slightly, and not far away, an attendant was leading a supported war horse to the front.

Looking at the batch of war horses that were stabbed with an arrow in the buttocks and were still bleeding, Tou Rao's heart was faintly painful, he came from the grassland, and before becoming an excellent warrior, the first thing he learned was how to domesticate a group of good war horses to serve his tent owner.

He thinks he is a connoisseur, he can see the advantages and disadvantages of this horse, and he doesn't know how many streets this horse under his crotch when he throws it out, if he can't see it, this horse has already been gelding, and his head even has the idea of taking it back to be inoculated. That's probably why the clumsy rider was able to throw them so far.

The leader raised his eyebrows, and shifted his gaze from the body of the war horse back to the young man who was holding a sword next to the pine tree, and was a little at a loss, looking at his shabby-looking linen clothes, a good idea suddenly sprouted in Tourao's mind.

"Your Excellency, the local farmer, 'the bad translation just now has some after-effects,' and I'm just chasing down a runaway slave. I hear you have a saying here: Don't reproach your master for beating your own slaves, I don't know if that sentence counts as a high number. ”

After hearing Tou Rao's explanation, the knight Jose in iron armor pursed the corners of his lips a little inadvertently, and then said, "I don't know if you have heard another sentence." Only those noble ones chosen by Sardinia are worthy of having slaves, and if others do, they are transgressed. ”

Then, the knight of José waited patiently for the mercenary fellow from the steppe beside him, and repeated his words to the leader word for word, and when the translator's voice fell, he paused and continued with a bit of banter.

"I have neither heard nor seen what nobility there is to you, salted fish relatives, worthy of having the people of Sardinia as your servants! You do not want to admit it, but I do know that you have captured a Kovin, and Kovin. At this point, Knight Jose turned his gaze to the white-haired Corvin man under the pine tree, and after giving him a signal of danger, he slowly lowered the sword in his hand, and continued in a relaxed tone

"The people of Cowen have always been our friends, and since you have investigated our folk customs in such detail, you will not even know this. ”

Probably because of the irritability of people in the middle of the night, after waiting for the steppe people to finish translating with the last shred of chivalry, the knight pointed his sword at the steppe warriors in front of him.

"Do you want to leave like that, or do you want to just share with us?"

The head man looked at the menacing José knight, and then at the young man who was trying to hide in the depths of the jungle, and finally gritted his teeth and said

"We are still willing to give the local master a face, and we will not kill him on your territory. ”

Knight Jose immediately showed a regretful expression, he did not accept the iron sword in his hand, but said loudly

"You're going to let him go, that's good, I appreciate your spirit, but before him, I think you'd better take care of your own life and death!"

This time, the mercenary from the steppe did not translate the lord's words, but tacitly drew his saber, and then showed a hideous smile.

Probably the recent war started the name of the Valuno José knights, in recent times, in addition to the occasional sneaky phenomenon in the city, the once rampant Northland, but now it has become stable, so that this mercenary group, since its establishment, has been able to eat a little empty salary, worthy of eating, not even a little wine money can not be saved, seeing a group of people who are not afraid of death rushed to their territory, of course, it is not good for them to go back alive.

As for whether mutilating his own compatriots will cause him any psychological burden. That's really sorry, but then again, the steppe people are also divided into tribes, and they can communicate with each other, but it doesn't mean that they don't have hatred for each other. And this tribe named Yaxi happened to have some misunderstandings with the tribe where the mercenaries from the steppe were located, and the powerful Yassi people took away the grasslands and livestock herds of his original tribe, and then took most of the people of this tribe into slavery.

They had fought hard, but the Yassi tribe was so outnumbered that two fists were invincible to four hands, and he was one of these steppe warriors who fled around the world after their defeat.

This re-encounter with the warriors of the Yassi tribe made him feel that this was the best opportunity to hand over his shame, and if he could not take the opportunity to take down one or two good heads, even he himself would probably find it difficult to forgive his mistakes.

The Coney man naturally received José's eyes, but he really didn't want to hide and listen to the play when others were desperate. Despite the lack of armor on his body, after dodging the first wave of deadly arrows, he chose to rush forward with his long sword.

In order to provide a good view of the battlefield, the mercenaries who were still in the distance swarmed up and surrounded the battlefield.

Although the mercenaries were far from the well-trained knights in terms of weaponry, their skills were in no way inferior to the weapons of the lords that the white-haired men had seen.

Indeed, as his fathers had rumored, the Great Prussians were full of martial virtues, but they were somewhat rigid in their hands.

The lack of weapons and equipment can be completely compensated for with a certain amount of courage. The mercenaries came from all directions, not giving those steppe marksmen any space to play their bows, and the extremely powerful riding bows only took away two or three mercenary men who were not too lucky when the two sides just started to move, and they were shot through some parts of their bodies by bows and arrows, which made them lose their center of gravity and fall off their horses on the spot, and the torches they carried also fell to the ground, and then gradually extinguished.

In this kind of late-night cavalry battle, a fall from a horse is almost the same as death, and even if the man is only slightly injured, the frightened horses have more than a hundred ways to crush their heads before they have time to rise from the ground.

Therefore, the young Koney did not directly go up to the top in a daze, but chose to lie down behind a war horse that slowly stopped, and waited for the opportunity in a position slightly closer to the core of the battlefield.

Even if they lose the advantage of riding a bow, those pursuers sent by the Yasi tribe are still some terrifying warriors, even in the middle of summer, they still wear the thick iron-inlaid cotton armor, this kind of armor with iron nails in the middle is not enough for the comfort of the soldiers, in addition to resisting the fire of bows and arrows and melee weapons other than cavalry guns are very suitable equipment.

In the first round, although the mercenaries under the command of Knight Jose were very brave, they were somewhat underestimated by the enemies they were facing. The young man visually inspected it, and about six or seven mercenaries were injured to varying degrees, and one of the most miserable mercenaries was directly cut off by half of his neck by the steppe people, if it wasn't for the fact that the black couldn't see clearly, the young man would definitely suspect that this was degrading morale.

Judging from the experience of the grassland Rao just now, those militia children who rarely see blood only need to encounter heavy casualties, turn back to a complete loss of morale, and even if they are more likely to be killed in the process of dispersing, they refuse to continue to obey the orders of their superiors to resist.

The steppe people had little to lose, and even the seemingly brave knight was unable to inflict effective damage. His sword slashed at the shoulder of the steppe head, but the cunning steppe man knew how to shoot at the speed of the warhorse, avoiding most of the force on the blade, and the rest was blocked by the shoulder pads, and could not even pierce it.

This made the young man can't help but sweat for the lord's troops, the situation on the battlefield is almost one-sided, although the mercenaries seem to be more numerous, but they have no advantage in strength, if they continue to fight, I am afraid it will be over.

When the knight failed to strike, he turned back to his horse's head and prepared to organize a second charge, and he glanced at the Prairie Rao armor with some dissatisfaction, as if he was using some insulting words.

In the second round of the charge, José Knights rushed to the front.

Seeing that he was still unstoppable, the head man sneered and entangled him. In the eyes of the leader, although the fighting will of these big Pruss is not bad, the overall strength is still limited, and only the combat effectiveness of this leading knight is not bad.

Now the mercenaries can still take the initiative to charge, and this lord has good skills, it seems unrealistic to want to play the decapitation operation now, but it is not difficult to entangle him and consume the forces under him.

The knight of Jose also clearly saw the intention of the head of Rao, and in the face of the machete that came up from the head, he did not dodge first like last time, and then waited for the opportunity to move, but directly slashed with the sword in his hand.

With a loud bang, the steppe man's thick nomadic knife seemed to have the upper hand, only a thin cut was made on the blade, while the sword of the knight of Jose was directly split in two.

The leader couldn't help but rejoice when he saw that the José knight took the initiative to attack the strong, and by the time the excellent battlefield experience told him that something seemed wrong, the god of death had almost kissed him on the throat.

Despite losing his sword, the José knight still managed to use the broken section to stab directly at his open face door, which was the weakest part of his body's defense.

The saber segment in José's hand was cut in two, but it also gave him a certain degree of slowing down the recoil generated during the collision of weapons, and to a certain extent, giving him a chance to attack next.

In the face of Amarau, even the great Pruce Rao knights, the equipment was somewhat insufficient in the enemy's elite back then, plus everyone was overloaded in battle, breaking weapons This kind of thing is really common, those soldiers who can't adapt have been left in a desert in that desert forever, turned into a pile of dry skeletons, only those who are flexible can survive, and José knight happens to be the best among them.

The short sword stabbed deeply into Tou Rao's face, and although most of the power on the short sword had already disappeared, it still completed its task properly. With the sound of the broken nose bone, the broken sword plowed deep into the human face, and the smug smile on the head man's face was smashed by the stab, and the body fell on the Lin like a kite with a broken string, making a strange sound of "collapse".

With the first drop of grassland blood splashed on the grass, it could no longer be stopped.

Soon, one or two steppe people fell off their horses, ending their safari. Most of the sabers only fell to the ground, and at most they were only slightly worn, but the riding bow behind them fell on the Lin at the same time as the horse fell, and broke into three folds.

Both sides paid a huge number of casualties, and in just a few minutes, even the warriors who could still sit on horseback were covered in blood.

The knight of José had a short spear in his hand, and after the first blow, there was no rival for him among the steppe people, and after a few exchanges, many casualties were inevitable.

The steppe people clearly noticed their decline, and the remaining part of them began to try to distance themselves from the mercenary team by restoring their advantage in this way, but the mercenaries stuck to it tightly, as if they were holding their thighs, and would not let go.

Prairie Rao's hearts began to panic, they became more and more impatient, but the horses under their crotch are generally shorter than the horses in the mercenary team, and when they fight in close combat, they can still use their superb equestrian skills to make up for these shortcomings, but when they want to open the distance, the advantages of the Great Prussian war horse come into play, those prairie horses are not good at sprinting, when it comes to long-distance running, they have been tired for a whole afternoon, and there is no way to get rid of it now, they can only watch their brothers fall down one by one, waiting for death to come。

The young man climbed onto the back of a horse, which was a war horse without a master, and its owner was a young man of Prussia who had half of his neck broken by an arrow.

Even the most terrifying troops, when they lose morale and are busy running for their lives, it is difficult to draw any difference from those ordinary teams.

The long sword in the young man's hand was not sharp enough, he stabbed a steppe Rao in the back, but it failed to cause any actual trauma, if it was a normal fight, the steppe people could have turned around and dealt him a heavy blow, in the history of the knights of the Levitt Kingdom against the steppe Rao, there were many brave knights who died on this road.

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