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"Rush, !!"

The shout broke through the clouds, and a large group of snowfield bandits with their shields in front of their chests gathered in a scattered formation and rushed straight at them.

When they were more than a hundred meters away, the sturdy women at the back of the formation began to swing the slings at an accelerated pace, throwing fist-sized stones under the command of a fat woman.

Stones slashed through the caravan with a whistling sound of breaking through the air, smashing into the bandits.

The stones were thrown far and near, and they were not neat, and even two overly nervous women threw the stones along with Piso, and were verbally abused by Rod's wife, who was acting as the commander.

Dozens of stones smashed into the group of robbers, and seven or eight robbers were hit on the spot, but only one unlucky man was hit in the forehead on the spot, smashed out of the concussion and fell to the ground, and the axe and shield fell far away, and he couldn't climb for half a day.

And the rest are either blocked with shields, or under the protection of chain mail and leather armor, they are safe and sound, and the most serious one is that he was hit in the chest, and his chest tightness recovered after a long time.

As the robbers got closer, the slingers in the rear continued to throw stones, but the stones that were not thrown neatly were no longer a threat to the enemy.

The village chief of Rhodes stood behind a caravan with several of his old men and daughters, and yelled at the shivering teenagers and old men.

"Squat, squat! Raise your shield to cover your head!! ”

Under the roar of the village chief of Rhodes, almost everyone reflexively crouched behind the caravan and carriage, and at the same time raised the rudimentary shield nailed together with rough wooden planks to cover the head, only a few old men and teenagers, perhaps nervous, unresponsive, or hot-blooded, wanted to show their bravery, and did not obey the order of the village chief of Rhodes in time.

After trotting to fifty or sixty meters, the group of robbers began to speed up their running, and finally, with the help of the momentum of the sprint, they bent down and waved their hands, and together they projected the javelins they were carrying towards the formation.

Snowfield bandits, you can despise their loose discipline, after all, they are not regular troops.

You can laugh at their equipment for being tattered and not knowing how to maintain it, after all, they live in the ice and snow all year round, and it is inevitable that they will not take care of these things.

You can also despise the bullying of the snow robbers, and always have the habit of beating more people and less people, especially bullying the unarmed poor peasants who go to the big city to catch the market, because this is their nature, as a robber, you can't ask them to be as full of honor and grace as knights.

However, you must not underestimate the power of their javelins, the snow bandits can still survive in the territory of the Kingdom of Vegia, often surrounded and suppressed by the regular army of Vegia, the javelin is their best weapon, and it is also the killer weapon of their survival.

The whistling javelins pierced into the car formation, and the young men and old men who had no time to squat were suddenly shot by the javelins, and fell to the ground with blood spurting all over their bodies, only the two lucky ones were not shot by the javelins, and were looking at the companions who were groaning in pain and had not died immediately.

"Fool, get down!"

The village chief of Rhodes used all fours, crawled and bent down to run next to a young man, reached out and pressed the back of his head, and pressed him to the ground, followed by another wave of javelins, and finally the old man was directly stabbed in the face by a javelin, spraying blood and brains, like a scarecrow, and fell to the ground without reaction.

"Damn robbers!!"

One javelin after another pierced the ground and the caravan, the cracking of the wooden was incessant, and in front of the chief of Rhodes, the head of a javelin pierced his shield and penetrated through the palm of his hand, almost touching his forehead.

Just in time, the slingers in the rear also threw stones again, and a large wave of fist-sized stones flew over the head of the village chief of Rhodes, passing by the javelin with the sound of breaking through the air.

Perhaps this time the slingers have calmed down and have a little experience, or perhaps because of the distance, the robbers stood still in order to throw the javelins, and this wave of stone attacks successfully knocked down five people, and the screams suddenly resounded in the bandit group, and the two heads were smashed, and the blood kept leaving the robbers lying on the cold white snow, moaning in pain, and the scarlet blood stained the once white snow, leaving red traces on it.

The Snowfield Bandits ignored their fallen companions, and continued to throw javelins at the carts at the orders of their leader, and a steady stream of javelins stuck in the carts, putting a lot of pressure on the peasants who had never experienced such a situation.

The village chief of Rhodes also knew about this, and he shouted with all his might.

"Lie down, don't stand up, if you get up, you'll be shot by a javelin, don't get up!! Your family is behind you, and if you can't hold on, it's all over! Hold on, wait for them to come, they can't throw javelins endlessly, and when they finish shooting javelins, that's our chance!! ”

Under the shouts of the village chief of Rhodes, all the villagers lying on the ground really understood the current situation, and they also gritted their teeth, lay on the ground, and let the robbers' javelins be projected, that is, they squatted behind the caravan and did not get up.

During this period, a few unlucky people were shot by javelins and nailed to the ground, some died on the spot without pain, and some could not die, so they lay on the ground and groaned in pain, let the blood drain, and wait for the fate of death.

The village chief of Rhodes tried to run several times to rescue the villagers who did not die, but after the javelins flying in the sky smashed his shield, he also broke his attempt, leaving him to watch several elderly people and teenagers die.

And the robbers also paid their own price in the continuous throwing of javelins on the way, perhaps the ignorant peasant women did not know about the so-called national righteousness, but now their father, their son is being ravaged by the robbers with javelins in front, and the flame of hatred is burning in their hearts, so that the strength and projection speed of their hands cannot help but speed up a little.

The fist-sized stone smashed down from the sky with the help of potential energy, and it was also a very heavy blow to the person, and the potential energy brought by the fist-sized stone could always penetrate the chain mail, leather armor and skulls of the robbers, crushing their bones in the form of blunt wounds, giving them fatal damage to their soft internal organs, and even after hitting the robbers' heads, if there was no protection from the iron helmet, the skulls would be directly shattered and the brains would be sprayed out.

Even with the protection of the helmet, the potential energy generated by the fist-sized stone can still penetrate the helmet, causing the robber to be hit in the head by a hammer, and he will be concussed and lying on the ground incapacitated.

Under such mutual injuries, perhaps the peasants hiding under the caravan suffered heavy casualties, but the snow robbers were not easy, when they finished shooting all the javelins, they found that there were several dead brothers lying around, and a few people were lying on the ground groaning in pain, forty or fifty snow bandits, now because of the sling, has been reduced by one-fifth.