The ballista lost control, and even the frightened warhorse stepped on its hooves restlessly, and took a few steps back, revealing the crushed feathered arrows. The entire army was stopped by the first ballista, and the cart stopped in place with the roof on top.

Looking at this scene, Commander Wendsol's face became gloomy.

"No stops! Otherwise, military justice will be punished! Windsor shouted in a deep voice, and then he turned to his lieutenant and ordered, "Let the two friendly armies come to the front at once and pass through the flanks." ”

At the front, the soldiers on the ballista were stunned for a moment, and they were knocked back to their senses by the ballista behind them. As the elite troops of Stormwind City, their will to fight is undoubted after being tested by the fire, and the two corpses that are not yet dead are still around, and they are immediately replaced by their deputies and continue to drive forward.

"Stupid! Hurry up! The deputy aiming officer looked a little nervous, and scolded loudly, but it was good that he didn't scold, but this scolding, the main stringer actually stopped, and fell on the crossbow machine. The deputy was stunned for a moment, only to find that a feathered arrow entered his left temple and came out of his right temple.

Immediately after that, there was another "poof" in front of him, and the deputy driver was hit by an arrow in his forehead and fell back with his head up. The deputy aimed widened his eyes and looked forward, only to see a series of feathered arrows flying towards him, silently, one of which was facing his eyebrows.

He subconsciously dodged to the side, but the arrow turned like it was alive, and it turned a corner halfway, and its speed increased instead of decreasing, and it was impossible to dodge again.

Tom tom!

The sound of falling to the ground continued one after another, and the soldiers on the crossbow cart were hit by arrows one after another, and none of them survived. The last arrow was nailed to the center of the horse's eyebrows, and the sturdy horse didn't have time to neigh, and its body suddenly twisted into a strange arc, and fell heavily into the dust.

The deputy stringer had just stumbled and fallen off the ballista, and when he got up, the group had all been killed, and he looked at the corpses in the cart and the scalp exploded, and subconsciously turned around and shouted: "My lord! We need drivers! ”

Wendthor was furious, tens of thousands of troops were blocked by one person, which was definitely an unprecedented shame in military history!

"Blasting away obstacles, full speed ahead, rear team trebuchet attack!" The commander-in-chief, who had almost lost his mind, roared loudly, and the Northern Army began to act in a frenzied manner.

With a "boom", the ballista at the front, which was no longer controlled, was overturned by several wrestlers on the side of the road, and the whole army began to whip the horses to death, and the convoy began to rush forward at full speed.

The dirt roads were uneven, and the bikes had no tires or shock absorption, jolting violently and making a screeching sound of twisting frames. Running at such high speeds, these ballistas would have to be overhauled, even if they didn't fall apart on the spot.

But now Wendsol can't care about this, he just wants to crush the enemy and storm to the Sadol Bridge as soon as possible. The terrain is high, and it is completely possible to set up a firing position, and it is not too late to overhaul and adjust it when the time comes.

The convoy roared, and as Isara's Silver Fang bit her bow and unleashed her arrows, the lead horse was knocked to the ground. Before the ballista, which had lost power, could stop, it was lifted by the rear team, and the traffic almost did not slow down at all, and rolled over.

In the sky, a large mass of mud whistled and flew over, almost filling the road, and Isara had to dodge backwards. As soon as she left with her front feet, the mud smashed on the road, and suddenly the mountain shook and the dust was filled.

A feathered arrow shot through the smoke and dust, accurately nailing through the head of a war horse, and everyone on the ballista jumped down with a curse, overturned the ballista in the way into the swamp on the side of the road, pulled out the blade and ran with the large army, all of them red-eyed. Warriors regard war horses as their closest companions, kill horses? It's even more unbearable than killing!

Tong! Tong! Tong!

Huge clumps of mud fell one after another, the dust rose half a day high, the road ahead was completely invisible, and the dormant animals in the swamp were frightened.

"Catch her! I'm going to whip her to death!" ”

On the crossbow cart, the sightman cursed loudly, venting his anger, and before he could finish speaking, a feathered arrow shot through the dust, nailed to his left shoulder socket, and knocked him to the ground. The rear team then drove at high speed, and he quickly rolled to the side of the road, narrowly avoiding the crush.

Turning over and getting up, he chased after the traffic despite the pain, roaring, "Shoot her, shoot her!" ”

For!

The sound of the spring returning to position was particularly harsh, and the ballista began to fire, and the enemy could not be seen, and there was no need to aim at all, and the crossbow arrow was fired straight at the road.

The furious bolts pierced through the rising smoke and dust, and flew 500 meters before plunging into the swamp, cutting a passage through the billowing dust. The smoke and dust rolled up, and Isara, as agile as an antelope, rushed out with a gray face.

As she ran, she looked back, her face was solemn, and a fine bead of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and now she couldn't see the enemy at all, and the accuracy of the arrows she shot was no longer guaranteed.

Hundreds of chariots raced along the road, shaking the soles of her feet numb, getting closer and closer. Several more large clumps of mud smashed in, and the parabola kept moving forward.

Isara, at a loss, had to give up the harassment and run forward instead.

At her current speed, not to mention a bulky carriage, even the fiercest horses were not as fast as her. However, she did not open up the distance between herself and the enemy striker, always staying around 300 meters, looking for opportunities.

After running forward for a while, there was a roar from the side, and in the distance the bushes parted, and the huge Martha rushed towards her. Seeing her old friend coming, Isara's suddenly had a plan, beckoned and shouted.

Martha, though heavy, ran on the muddy swamp without sinking in the slightest, and jumped onto the road in a few charges. Ishara twisted her body and flipped on her side, standing firmly on Martha's back.

At this time, Isara's feet seemed to be equipped with springs, and with a kick of both feet, her slender body immediately rose into the air, rising to a height of 30 meters, and the billowing dust was thrown under her feet. Looking down from above, behind the dust, she took advantage of the momentary pause at the highest point, bent her bow and arrow, and shot at a horse.

After the smoke and dust, a war horse fell to the ground with a wail, and the crossbow cart slammed forward, and suddenly fell apart, and the soldiers on the cart danced and threw themselves in all directions. The car behind had no time to dodge and could not dodge, and with a slam on the scattered frame, one wheel flew out, and the ballista planted the roadbed crookedly, dragging the horse into the mud.

At this time, Isara's body fell, and Martha, who arrived, caught her steadily, and continued to run forward.

Adjusting her breath slightly, Ishara did the same, shooting over a car again, causing another scolding. The two sides chased and fought all the way, running wildly towards the north, and soon ran about 10 kilometers.

At this point, Isara's heart gradually sank, according to the prior arrangement, there should be a team lurking every two kilometers, why can't she see her subordinates until now?

At this moment, loud shouts came from both sides of the rear at the same time, and when I looked back, I saw two cavalry guarding the two wings of the northern army of Stormwind City, rushing forward.

On the left were dwarven cavalry riding goats, and on the right were dwarf chocobo troops, all of whom wore only light armor and formed a single column to weave their way through the mud and bushes in order to reduce their weight. The formation is like a long snake that winds its way, flickering and flickering until the end of the sky.

Isara secretly shouted "Oops" in her heart, this is the two cavalry legions of the Alliance Striker outflanked! (To be continued.) )