The quickest to react were the brave wolf cavalry, who shoved their fingers into their mouths and whistled sharply, and rushed at the centaurs with their companions brandishing scimitars.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the hordes of wolf cavalry are the most feared hunters in the wilderness, they are skilled in horsemanship, they are skilled in swordsmanship, they can starve for days of running battles, patiently wait for the enemy to show their flaws, and then the wolf raid is the final word through a fierce charge!

In the minds of the average Pompeii, the wolf cavalry bathed in the moonlight on a full moon night is almost a symbol of the wilderness.

But this time they must have chosen the wrong opponent.

The wolf is a very aggressive riding beast, and is very powerful in hand-to-hand combat, but it has a fatal flaw in cavalry-on-cavalry combat - the speed of their short-range charge is very average, far inferior to that of a war horse.

The centaurs had no intention of fighting the wolf cavalry at all, and it was easy to pull away from Hutt with his hooves.

So they took arrows, took bows, opened strings, and turned back with longbows to name these reckless fellows.

The werewolf's riding skills are not exquisite, and skills such as hiding in the saddle are endless. Their martial arts skills are no less skilled, and they can use their scimitars to shoot arrows from their longbows at close range. But that just prolongs their lives by a few more breaths.

The centaurs responded very directly, using the wolf to cover up and shoot the wolf to death, and using the scimitar to defend the three of them aiming at the same target. The bandits' only cavalry was quickly killed and wounded with little defense.

There was still the last hundred yards between Richard and the enemy.

At this distance, the bandit infantry could already intuitively feel the oppression of the three-bladed giant cavalry rushing towards them—as if the hill was crumbling in front of them, and the rocks and earth were rolling down head-on, and they were about to bury themselves but had no choice but to do so.

Under Richard's deliberate control, the armadillo was not fast, but every time the soles of his feet hit the ground, he caused a slight tremor on the ground. The robbers felt as if their hearts were trembling with the earth, and such a heavy horse was enough to directly break the giant tree that the two of them were hugging, could it be stopped by a mere flesh and blood?

If they had the heavy steel mountain shields of Pompeii's elite legions, they were well-trained, and they weren't afraid to sacrifice, maybe they could. Unfortunately, none of the robbers present had these conditions.

Fifty yards......

The robbers threw their axes and spears like raindrops, and they all aimed at the knight sitting on the back of the wind. Among them, there are many good hands with excellent accuracy and strength, and they have rubbed a series of brilliant sparks on the outer armor.

However, Richard was clad in three layers of armor, and with the blessing of ten iron bone skills, his own defense was not weaker than that of trolls. This exaggerated turtle shell is far from being able to be broken by a few throwing weapons.

Ten yards ......

Some clever goblins tried to hold a spear against the onslaught with several people, a standard infantry anti-cavalry tactic. But now their attempts were as weak as wheat straw in the face of the running three-thousand-pound beast.

The shaft of the spear twisted and exploded the moment it touched the wind, and at most it could pick off a few pieces of scale armor. And the big goblin holding the spear ended very tragically, and the rebounding wooden pole hit the body with huge force, directly bursting the intestines out of the back of the body!

The last few steps passed in a flash, and the hand-to-hand engagement finally began.

If the robbers are a piece of pork belly with three fat and two skinny, then the rushing rider is a sharp boning knife.

The behemoth crashed into the pile like a naughty boy knocking down a domino, and a huge gap appeared in the bandits' array. The barbarian warriors who followed on both sides poured in, and a face-to-face collision and fight ensued.

In his daily training, Richard often expounded on some things that were not only about the technique, but also about the concept, such as:

"As a commander-in-chief, the realization of a strategic approach is, of course, more important than the annihilation of the enemy's army. But you have to keep in mind that even for a small creep, achieving tactical objectives is often more valuable than slashing the enemy. ”

Because of his supreme authority among the barbarians, this kind of combat thinking was most effectively implemented at this moment.

The wedge attack array was constantly advancing without stopping, and no one stopped to slash down those who were badly wounded and dying, because it would be a waste of time. The heavily armored barbarians at the front had even given up their defenses, trying to cut through the array as quickly as possible.

It is not the little sheep that can survive in this lawless land, and the performance of the wilderness bandits at the critical moment when they need to fight desperately is definitely not cowardly, and they are not afraid to launch a counterattack on the enemy.

It's just that the robbers themselves are more accustomed to swarming melees, and no matter how hard the goblin warriors try to restrain them, the discipline that they barely maintain disappears in an instant.

The centaur archer quickly circled back after defeating the wolf cavalry.

They took the arrows from their quivers and stuck them in the dirt in front of them, making sure they could fire their arrows as quickly as possible.

As Richard drove the beast headlong into the pile, all the centaurs loosened their bowstrings.

These natural marksmen landed with exceptional accuracy, and the arrows flew into two waves, left and right, and flew out of the forward. Before the robbers fighting the barbarians had time to react, the sharp arrows had already reaped their lives. Every wave of arrow rain fell, making the barbarians feel that the pressure around them suddenly lightened.

But compared to their companions who stood in the way, the experience of these robbers was extremely happy.

Richard's method of using the rifle was not a straight stab, which he felt was not effective at all. Instead, hold it with both hands and swing it like a long stick.

With the blessing of inhuman force, the violent explosion produced by each swing of the spear that broke through the air would even briefly drown out the moans and screams of the dying. The robber who was hit by this long stick did not have too obvious scars on the front, but the skin and flesh behind him would burst into a terrifying gap, and the internal organs would gush out with blood!

Anne stood on a hill not far away and watched all this, her hands and feet cold. In her previous discussions with her subordinates, she had said that the Lord of Alpine Fort would be an unstoppable meat grinder on the battlefield.

But just knowing and seeing with your own eyes are two different things, and the visual impact brought by the most simple and direct force is not at all something that reason can easily understand.

"Francis, is this the hero of mythology?" said Anne, in a hollow tone.

"My lord, this is the devil of hell. The one-eyed mercenary's tone was even more hollow.

If there are no accidents, it will be difficult for the bandits to resist this tactic of leading elite squads to intersperse and divide, and it is only a matter of time before they are chiseled through the formation at one time.

It's a pity that there are no ifs on the battlefield.

Covered by the thick smell of blood, Richard suddenly smelled a vague smell of sulfur wafting through the air.