Chapter 108: Retreat

"It's a big problem!"

This was the first thought that instantly crossed the mind of the leader of Morabi after witnessing the decapitation of the "brown bear" on the spot.

The whole process of the deputy "fourth" being killed under the gun of Nolmer, he only heard about it and did not see it with his own eyes, so he subconsciously thought it was an accident, the problem was that the "fourth" was too big an accident and the enemy was despicable and shameless, and when he saw the second deputy die tragically in the hands of the trio, but he could only love and helpless, and then it was an accident that was pure self-deception.

The most important thing is that unlike ordinary young people of this age, they simply hold the so-called chivalry and die to save face, but they can lower their mentality in time, and show the enemy to lure the enemy to play deeply, and even the old rivers and lakes like "brown bear" are played with applause, which can be called a model of insidious enough and shameless.

The three guys who came out of nowhere, such a terrible thing, ruined Lao Tzu's good deeds!

After staring deeply at Dawn and Normer a few times, and keeping their looks in mind, the leader of Morabi was ready to make a note for the time being, and slowly settled the accounts in the future, and began again

"Damn slut Peggy, she didn't even take such important news seriously, she knew she was killed alive!"

For the traitor who couldn't find out the details of the trio, Morabi hated it so much, it was too cheap to stab her to death with a sword, if she was still alive, she had to be skinned alive!

Shifting the blame to others, especially those who are weaker than themselves, is a common technique used by most losers in their lives, and it is absolutely impossible to reflect on themselves.

It is often said that the ideal is plump and the reality is skinny. Morabi finally fully tasted and realized the bitter taste of the huge gap between the ideal and the reality, no matter how shamelessly he put the responsibility on the dead maid, it was no problem, anyway, the deceased was not able to stand up again to refute, the problem was that it did not help to solve the dilemma in front of him.

The extravagant hope of annihilating the convoy escorted by mercenaries, and escorting the Marquise de Ryder and other female prisoners to the city of Ryder in exchange for a huge bounty, is destined to be a pipe dream that is difficult to realize. The most important thing at the moment is how to lead the rest of his subordinates to escape from the valley as soon as possible, and if the action is delayed and Kevin completes the siege, I am afraid that he will be wrapped in dumplings by the mercenary group, and all of them will become dumpling fillings.

If the venerable leader of Morabi had had the privilege of communicating with the ghost of Ivan Stipild, he would have told him that he had been taught the same profound lesson, and that he had had suffered the same great psychological gap, and that he would regret it.

The long whale sucked water, and Moraby, who took a deep breath, swung a sword at Battle, and the sharp sword flashed with a devouring aura, forcing the deputy head of the mercenary group, who was very experienced in combat, to temporarily avoid the edge.

As soon as he forced the strong enemy in front of him to retreat, Morabi shouted: "Retreat! Retreat immediately!" The sudden turn of the battle situation could no longer allow him to feel heartache or hesitation, forcing him to resolutely abandon the combat goal.

"Don't fight, withdraw for me!"

Morabi shouted backwards, and as he passed by the two opponents who were fighting, he remembered that he handed a sword to one of the mercenaries, stabbing him in the arm and forcing him to retreat, helping his own people to free themselves from the battle.

"Understood!"

The attacker only paused for a second or two, then immediately understood the leader's intentions, and quickly turned to attack the other mercenary after responding, whether he could kill or damage the target was not important, but the goal was to help the opposing companion get out of the scorching battle.

As soon as the latter escaped, he took a defensive posture and followed the leader to retreat, and the former shouted and slashed at the mercenaries beside him, lest the besieged mercenaries have to retreat, so that the third attacker also successfully left the battle.

With a calm sword, Morabi exchanged for three of his subordinates to get out smoothly.

The other attackers who were preoccupied with the attack were all stunned, this is not a good fight, the situation is very good, victory is just around the corner, why did they suddenly give the order to retreat? You must know that our mighty and domineering "brown bear" has smashed straight into the enemy's hinterland and suppressed the frontal enemy to the point of embarrassment, why did the wolf suddenly give the order to retreat?

Witnessing the "Brown Bear" unstoppably breaking through the defense line and crushing it all the way, and the rest of the attackers were looking forward to expanding the breakthrough and then crushing the enemy in front of them, they heard the leader's diametrically opposed orders.

Puzzled and puzzled, the well-trained attackers still firmly carried out the orders of the leader, and after forcing back the mercenaries or the guards of the Marquis's Mansion in front of them, they quickly withdrew from the battlefield and retreated behind Moraby.

Just like the ebb tide of the sea, the green "tideheads" that stormed up rushed back to the starting point, and several corpses were helplessly left behind along the way, and many of those who were able to retreat smoothly were wounded.

What is called taking advantage of your illness to kill you, the mercenaries who are hard enough and black enough at hand are all quite experienced, and the attackers who died on the way back are basically ten and eight arrows stuck in each person's corpse, which is obviously the result of concentrating firepower to shoot one person, and they can neither hide nor stop.

From this side, it can also be seen how deep the "brown bear" has gone into the enemy formation alone, and only Morabi has seen the scene of death, causing the rest of his companions to not even have some psychological preparation, and the death is really unjust.

The yellow light on Battle's body gradually dimmed until it disappeared, it was that he withdrew the protective fighting qi that he had released, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasping for breath, his back was soaked, with the strength of his seventh-level warrior, he could withstand Moraby's attack alone, and the pressure and consumption were not ordinary.

Fortunately, under his seemingly rough appearance, there is a relatively smart mind, quite self-aware and unenterprising focused on defense, and adopted the correct strategy of elastic defense, to put it bluntly, if you can block, you will block, and if you can't block, you will retreat, and the purpose of exchanging space for time is to try to contain the enemy who is beyond his own level in strength, so that Kevin on the other side can successfully solve the sniper enemy, and he will have a front and back attack, so that all the murderous attackers will be left in the valley forever, as nourishment for the plants in the valley.

I never thought that the expected Kevin couldn't come to attack for a long time, but it was the petite girl and others who gave themselves a surprise again, and it was a surprise full of weight.

Giving a thumbs up to Dawn, Battle sincerely admired the trio's amazing combat prowess.

can kill a seventh-level powerhouse twice in a row, even if it relies on the tacit cooperation between the three of them, and performs siege tactics, it is necessary to have enough strength as the foundation, otherwise one will die in the hands of the enemy, and no matter how many people go up, they will only give the enemy a head, where is the current brilliant record?

On this basis, Battle is convinced.

"Pursuit?"

Dawn leapt to Solmer's side, and the girl asked a little eagerly, "It's quite a pleasure to beat the water dogs."

The young man looked around a few times, shook his head to show that he was not in a hurry, and explained: "The casualties on our side are not small! Anyway, the enemy has already been surrounded in this narrow valley, and they are surrounded to death, when will they make up for the last sword, it's not up to us to say, what's the hurry?"

Chenxi looked at the mercenaries who either fell to the ground on all fours, panting desperately, or the guards of the Marquis's Mansion who were holding their knees and vomiting profusely, and also realized that they were different from their brothers and sisters, after two consecutive high-intensity brutal battles, their physical fitness and fighting spirit had reached a bottleneck, and the requirement for them to annihilate the enemy in one go was too high for them, so he nodded meekly and agreed with his brother's opinion.

Head Kevin is indeed in trouble. Knowing what the enemy had in mind, how could he let Battle and the others on the other side fight hard, but he was at ease here?

The problem was that as soon as he launched an attack on the sniper line of the attackers, who had only a dozen or so men, the enemy gave him a "generous gift"! The "weight" was unbearable.

In the face of the mercenaries and guards who discharged the impact of the "Sharp Arrow" formation, the attackers also used bows and crossbows as a means of long-range strikes.

After a wave of unexpected arrow rain, some of the guards who were hit by the arrows covered their wounds, their faces were pale, and the charging mercenaries and guards hurriedly put their feet full, invariably observing the further reaction of their injured companions, lest the feathered arrows shot by the enemy be highly poisonous.

You must know that the attackers who stay in charge of sniping are all good hands, not to mention that everyone has reached the level of soldiers, and most of them are second-level soldiers, and the overall strength is generally one or two levels lower than that of mercenaries and guards, as long as they are willing to use their fighting spirit, it is not too difficult for the arrow to break through the shield and hit the body.

Seeing that the guard was frozen in place, the blood dripping on the ground was particularly crimson, and there was no sign that his face was black and about to be poisoned to death, the mercenaries were all in high spirits, and even Kevin in the formation showed a hideous smile:

Great! These cowards who only hide in the shadows and make bad things have really used up their poisoned arrows, so what are you doing to them? Just do it!

Cheers and shouts, the Blade Array was launched again, and with great courage, the speed of the impact increased rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was not far from the attacker.

Another wave of feather arrows was shot, due to the greatly shortened distance, the attacker also used the method of direct shooting, and the colorful fighting light wrapped in the feather arrows, instantly shot through the middle and front part of the arrow array, and for a while, the sound of the shield breaking and the sound of the weapon falling, mixed with the screams and screams, the originally neat charging formation was also chaotic.

Seven or eight mercenaries and guards who had been hit by arrows in different parts of their bodies fell to the ground almost simultaneously, vomiting and convulsing in agony, killing one by one.

From the arrow to death, the time before and after adds up to less than ten breaths, and the "white crane" in the back can't even recite a spell for healing, obviously it is the deadly poisonous arrow that caused a serious psychological shadow to everyone before, and it opens a bloody mouth representing death towards the mercenaries!

Once again, they were indiscriminately covered by poisoned arrows, which had a considerable negative impact on the specific number of remaining mercenaries who could still fight, and in terms of the psychological blow to them, they shouted and retreated in a hurry.

The mercenaries are indeed not afraid of death, the problem is that it is an honor to be besieged by a strong enemy and fight to the death, and it is another thing to do the duty of a warrior, knowing that the enemy has deadly poisonous arrows at hand and stupidly rushing up to die in vain.

The attacker with poisoned arrows is simply a hanging existence, and no one wants to die so worthless under the enemy's arrows.

It has become a fact that the subordinates can't bear it and retreat on their own, and Kevin has no choice but to formally order a temporary retreat.