Everyone became nervous and drew their weapons one after another. Salamatan tore off his cotton robe and took aim with his crossbow up the slope. The wind poured into his leather armor, as if to freeze all his internal organs together. Salaman shuddered violently, he had already locked on to his target in the Lookout Mountain, and this shudder made him lose his bearings, and the first crossbow bolt narrowly and dangerously swept over the head of the Misty Mountain robber. "Stand on the shield!" The gloves to keep out the cold had now become a restraint garment for the fingers, and Salamane simply gave up reloading, grabbed his shield and saber and shouted.

The mercenaries dismounted, gathered around the carriage, and erected their half-man-high shields. They were half-crouching, their bodies hidden behind shields. "Don't show your head." Kia admonished Luciana, and he drew his sword and rushed out of the carriage.

Eshyus raised his head and saw about fifty fast horses rushing towards their ranks. The horsemen on horseback shouted and threw arrows at them. However, they were clearly not good horse archers, and most of the arrows they fired were scattered along the road, and the rest of the arrows were not a threat to the shield formation. Eshu reached out and grabbed a few arrows that were fired at him, and found that the force attached to the arrows was pitiful. If the Avenger's arrows that pierced his shoulder and almost cut off his entire right arm were like giant pythons that rushed into a rage, the arrows shot by these Marauders of the Misty Mountains were no different from small earthworms. But Eixiu looked at the group of stragglers who were screaming and rushing towards them, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Beware, this is just the first wave, there may be follow-ups on the hillside!" A mercenary recruited in Silverlake yelled. He is a veteran who retired from the Guardian Legion, and the main theme of his military career is to deal with the tribes of the Misty Mountains, knowing that these mountain robbers often have a reserve-like arrangement when cutting paths, and if they are not careful, they will suffer a big loss.

Wren used his sword to pull away a few arrows, he really wanted to rush up the high slope to fight the enemy, but looking at the thin horse under him, he resisted the impulse, but when the enemy was about to rush down, he unhurriedly raised his riding gun, rode forward, and stabbed a robber off his horse with one shot. At the same time, Eshua also moved, and he already held a thick bundle of arrows in his hand, all of which he had intercepted from mid-air. Eshy snapped all the arrows off and threw them out as darts. There were too many targets that could be hit, and Eshu didn't deliberately aim at them, and the arrow spread a fan of nearly ninety degrees in his hand, covering almost all the Misty Mountain bandits in front of him. In an instant, the man turned on his back, and the blood stained the snow red.

"Urvet is on the ......," Wren was in range, locust-like arrows whistling past him. He watched as an arrow pierced the skull of a Misty Mountain warrior in front of him, and he could even clearly hear the sound of metal piercing through the skull. How powerful is that? Wren once listened to his mentor Leodre tell anecdotes about the assassins in the desert who were known as Scorpions, and it was said that the fangs and darts in their hands were so powerful that they were no less lethal than those of a strong bow and a crossbow at less than seventy paces. Wren hadn't seen a Scorpio assassin throw his darts firsthand, but Estheu's current performance would only be more shocking than the rumors! With this hand, he almost killed more than half of the robbers who rushed down the high slope, and the rest were all hung up. The gap between the two sides was reversed in an instant, and Salamane disbanded the shield array in a timely manner, and the mercenaries swarmed up, dragging the robbers off their horses and slaughtering them.

"Huh? This time, it seems that it is not a fat sheep but a wolf. A crisp female voice sounded in the wind. The crowd followed the prestige and found a young girl standing on a high slope, looking at them with great interest. The girl was dressed in gray-white fur armor with the characteristics of the Misty Mountains, and a small bear paw print was printed on her chest. "Dad, look, the man down there who only wears a single shirt is a bit powerful! The second team and the third team are on it together! The fourth team, the fifth team from the back! ”

A gray tide poured down the high slopes, and this time there were at least eighty people! The faces of several mercenaries who had been mixed in the north changed, when did the raiding team in the Misty Mountains have such a scale of hundreds of people dispatched at every turn? At this time, shouts of killing also sounded in the rear, and their retreat was also cut off by the gray tide.

The arrows struck again, still with little accuracy, only this time it was as dense as a late rain. Wren was a little embarrassed to cover his face with a shield, but fortunately, although his armor was badly worn, it was also the standard armor of a regular knight order, and it could easily bounce off the shoddy arrows. However, the thin horse under his crotch was not so lucky, and several feathered arrows pierced the horse's legs. Nor was it a well-trained military horse, its survival instinct forced it to struggle to turn around and escape, and Wren tried to restrain it, but was almost thrown off his horse.

Salamane commanded the mercenaries to set up a shield array again, but the shield array composed of more than thirty of them would definitely not be able to withstand such a large-scale impact. "Boss, what should I do?" Salaman looked at Essho, "There are too few of us, and it's not a good idea to fight hard. ”

"Eshu, find a way to take that woman who calls the shots and take her hostage!" Kea used his shield to catch a few feathered arrows flying towards the carriage, "If you rush forward, there will be less pressure on our side." ”

"Okay." Eshua replied briefly, grabbed two sabers and rushed up the high slope, but before he had taken a few steps, he stepped into the air and fell into a very hidden snow pit. Fortunately, the snow pit was not deep, and Eshua jumped out of it without much effort. At this time, the robber had already rushed in front of him, and the horse's hooves with a big bowl mouth stepped on his head, and Ai Xiu subconsciously turned sideways and swept with his knife!

"Click"! The blade was embedded in the horse's leg bone, and it was difficult to get in, and the huge recoil force shook Eshu's wrist bone. The two sabers in his hand were the products of the blacksmith shop in Silver Lake Town, and cheap was their only advantage. Before the blade could be broken, Eshu had duly drawn the knife and kicked the horse hard at the wound in the leg. The horse neighed and threw himself forward, and the robber on horseback was caught off guard and planted his horse, and when his body was still hanging headfirst in the air, Eshy's blade had already grazed his throat, and dark red blood was splashed in large areas.

The blow was successful, but the pressure on Ai Xiu did not diminish at all. The sound of horses' hooves and roars surrounded from all directions, and as far as the eye could see, there were wild horses' hooves, and one or even several battle axes could be swung off their heads at any moment. Since escaping from Janos, Esher had never been caught in a crowd of this magnitude. It's already a small-scale battlefield! The old drunkard's words suddenly appeared in Essho's mind:

"The battlefield is a bloody melting pot of non-discriminatory. Whether it is a duke with a heavy army, a staff officer who sits firmly in the military tent, or a mercenary who has nothing but force, they will either step into this melting pot voluntarily or forcefully. At that time, there will be no distinction between the duke's staff and mercenaries, only the living and the dead. The living come out of the furnace, and the dead will not be left with even the dregs. The old drunkard's face was extremely serious when he said this, and there was no wine in his mouth, "Eshu, sooner or later one day you will go to the battlefield, sooner or later you will be surrounded by thousands of troops, and sooner or later one day you will find that the only way out in this furnace is to move forward." ”

Forward? Essho glanced behind him and saw that the gray tide had surrounded the carriage, and the mercenaries were struggling to resist, with Kia, Wren and Salamane standing at the outskirts of the line, all three of them already suffering from stab wounds of varying degrees. He looked up the slope again, and the girl from the Misty Mountains was looking at him with a smile and a mocking gaze. "Hey, your companion won't be able to hold on! Why don't you go back and save them? ”

"Estheu, don't hesitate!" Kea shouted, and in a moment of distraction, he was hit by an arrow in his left arm, "Just rush forward!" We can hold on! ”

Eshua took a deep breath, raised his knife, and forward!