"Let's see. ”

At the sound of the order, the team immediately moved into action, and began to move in the direction of the sound, and it didn't take long to touch the approach.

They were perfectly positioned, separated by a mound between them and the place of battle, and although they were close enough, they didn't seem to be noticed by anyone.

Leaving the wind chasing at the bottom of the mountain, the whole class climbed up the mound, and the withered grass on the top of the mountain peeked out of it a few heads. While secretly observing the battlefield not far away, the barbarians gradually spread out to the sides.

They have been hunting large beasts for a long time, and they are very familiar with the skills of watching sneak attacks, and there is almost no superfluous movement between actions. But they were surprised to find that their lord did not seem to be unfamiliar with this hand, and his elbows were propped on the ground and he drew quickly, and his body was always firmly hidden in the barren grass.

Richard observed through the gap between the blades of grass at the foot of the hill, not far away a dirt road where people were trampling on their cars. Although it was so simple that it was almost impossible to call it a road, it was indeed a very rare traffic condition compared to the half-man tall grass sea that covered the wilderness.

A caravan presumably tried to trade along this route, but was attacked by bandits and had to surround the city with wagons and cover to defend against the attack, which was a common way for armed caravans to deal with robbery.

They had sixteen large four-wheeled wagons, each capable of carrying at least fifteen hundred pounds of cargo. A convoy of the same size would usually be accompanied by at least forty experienced and well-equipped mercenaries, and the average indigenous tribe would not have dreamed of provoking such an armed force.

But at the moment they were in a bad situation, all the carriages surrounded the city, and they could only shrink inside and defend desperately, and even the coachmen were holding the equipment of the dead mercenary.

Their opponents were sixty or seventy non-humans, nearly two meters tall, arms longer than knees, rickets on their backs, dark gray skin covered with round spots, and a mane like steel needles that spread from the top of their heads to their tail vertebrae.

There are also a pair of trademark crimson eyes, which are unabashedly cruel and tyrannical.

- It's a gnoll!

These gnolls are supposed to come from some powerful tribe, and everyone has a decent metal weapon, and many of them are wearing tattered old armor to enhance their defenses, and Richard even saw a whole set of cavalry heavy armor on a particularly tall jackal!

Judging by the red and black cross pattern on the chest, it can be confirmed that the lancers of some Augustan family were unfortunately killed.

The Pompeii mercenaries bullied the natives, always relying on the crushing of wooden sticks by steel swords. These gnolls are still not as well-equipped as the mercenaries, but the gap has narrowed to a point where they are completely acceptable.

The human guards are not bad at martial arts, and they are very disciplined in cooperating with each other, but they are useless against opponents who are stronger and more numerous.

There was an old mercenary with a one-eyed dragon who was very brilliant, first stabbing through the heart of one of the gnolls with his bayonet sword, and then smashing the other shoulder with a meteor hammer, but the gnoll seemed to feel no pain, and turned his head and bit his throat.

On the roof of the center of the car stood an archer in a black cloak, tasked with supporting the Quartet. He was alert, drew his bow and took aim in one go, and the arrow pierced deep into the jackal's eye socket.

This archer was a ruthless character in the convoy, and Richard saw that he had shot several arrows, and he had bitten the flesh from the point. Unfortunately, for some reason, the strength was obviously insufficient, and several gnolls with arrows in the head continued to fight like no one else.

"Like a!" the lord of the mountain castle, who was never less than fifty in the bow and arrow, slapped his thigh in anger, if he could have this kind of accuracy and a strong bow, it would become a barrier that no one could surpass within a radius of five hundred steps.

The one-eyed dragon salvaged a life, but the wound in his neck made it impossible for him to continue fighting. The few mercenaries who had assisted him before were much worse, and their strength was not strong enough to take charge on their own, and they were torn to pieces by the gnoll's weapons in the blink of an eye.

They munched on the blood and flesh of their opponents, scarlet juice pouring from the gaps in their scythe-like fangs, becoming more bloodthirsty and ferocious.

"Chief, what are we going to do?" said Gunther, who wore a hat made of blades of grass on his head, looking very honest.

The barbarians thought very directly, since the leader said that he wanted to use battle to stimulate the effect of potions, then the five big and three thick gnolls must be better quality whetstones than chicken-like goblins.

Richard didn't really want to do it too soon.

If you wait until the caravan is destroyed and all the goods are captured by the gnolls, all the goods will naturally go to the Alpine Fort according to the spoils of war rules. Just looking at the number and size of the wagons, this must have been an unimaginable windfall.

It's a pity that he can't!" he smacked his lips in infinite regret.

Gnolls are notoriously blood-seeing, falling into a semi-insane state during a fight, a state that makes them more powerful and more able to endure pain, but their already small sanity is completely overshadowed by bloodthirsty murderous intent.

The half-mad gnolls will not look back when they knock down the south wall, and their resilience will be reduced to the bottom, and they will not be able to judge the situation until they have dealt with or been dealt with by the opponent.

Now the pressure is carried by the caravan guards, and the barbarians rush up to harvest the heads with ease. Once the guards are dead, they can only choose to fight with the red-eyed gnolls, and you will know that they are hard to bite by looking at their equipment!

Some of the mercenaries seemed to have spotted them, and a sword and shield hand was desperately calling for help in this direction, and the half-mad gnolls were unaware.

"He's not small, but he's still just a bandit. "Richard doesn't look down on these gnolls at all, and a good warrior should be calm and restrained at all times.

"That's it. Gunther nodded vigorously, he felt that the gnolls were too thin.

"You take everyone to rush, and the timing is your own. ”

Richard stepped down from the top of the hill and straddled the back of the wind. Chasing Wind was not equipped with a saddle on his back, and he did not have time to develop a tacit understanding with his master, but with Richard's riding rating of up to six points, there was no difficulty in handling it.

He gestured to the top of the hill, then drove the chasing wind around the mound and accelerated toward the battlefield.

The weight of the beast meant that once it started running, it couldn't hide its tracks. Most gnolls' ears caught a thunderous hoof sound, but their frantic brains ignored the signal.

Gunther was well timed, and when Richard had just rounded the hillside and appeared in the field of view of the warring parties, the barbarians followed him and charged down the hillside.

The speed of chasing the wind and sprinting with all its strength is slightly slower than that of the war horse, but the exaggerated weight gives it an unparalleled impact, which is difficult for any war horse to match.