The shrill whistling sound was followed by the muffled sound of metal piercing into the **. The flying crossbow bolts directly knocked the few gnolls who rushed to the front to the ground.

The trainee crossbowmen crouched down and began to reload as soon as they had a successful blow, while the sentries crouching in front of them threw their short guns en masse as they regained their feet.

The gnolls who made a brainless assault on the sentinels were originally only about a dozen. As a result, after withstanding a wave of crossbow bolts and this wave of short guns thrown by the sentinels.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two or three kittens left for the gnoll who could still stand well.

In fact, the few gnolls who survived the two waves of long-range attacks only survived for a short time longer than the unlucky ones in front of them.

Because, the first row of guards who threw their short guns immediately drew their broad-bladed short swords hanging from their waists, spread out their formations, and rushed forward with their shields in hand. After a clean shield charge and a short sword assassination, the remaining gnolls followed in the footsteps of the previous ones.

After cleanly disposing of the first wave of gnolls that rushed into the clearing.

The second and third sentry guards, who were still in formation, immediately stepped forward under the command of Titus, and pushed the line directly to the edge of the clearing.

The first row of guards, who only had short swords in their hands, moved neatly from the sides to the end to rearrange their formation.

While the sentinels finished adjusting their formation, the remaining gnolls also rushed out of the woods. Of course, because of the terrain limitations, when these long-haired guys rush out, they have no formation or coordination at all.

It's completely relying on a bloody and brave spirit to rush forward.

Then the guys hit their heads in front of the well-formed sentinels, and they bled out. Most of them were stabbed in the heart by multiple short guns before they could touch the side of the sentry.

The ones that really caused the sentry a bit of trouble were the three brute soldiers armed with large wooden sticks.

This slightly more advanced gnoll has brute strength much higher than that of its kind, so when the three brute soldiers collectively used their charging skills to rush up, the shield wall in the first row was directly broken by these three guys.

However, the results of the three brutes ended here.

You must know that the trainee crossbowmen who were at the back had already completed the second wave of firing preparations. After noticing that the three gnolls were a threat, the crossbowmen quickly fired a close shot.

At this almost face-to-face distance, the crossbowmen certainly had no chance of missing their target.

So, after a few bowstring trembles, the three gnoll brutes were also thrown to the ground.

After taking out the second wave of gnolls, the only remaining opponent for the sentinels is a guy who is clearly one size bigger.

Both the size of this guy and the fact that this guy is significantly better equipped than other gnolls. The sentinels could tell one thing.

That's the guy who is left now, and he must be the commander of this group of gnolls.

Since he was the commander, it was naturally impossible for the guards to let this guy escape. As Titus gave an order, the guards collectively shouted and rushed towards this guy.

Just looking at this guy's size and equipment, the sentinels expected a slightly tougher fight. But what was completely unexpected was that the sentry guard here had just started, and the large jackal who was still standing in the woods actually turned around and stepped back with his legs open and began to escape.

This kind of god unfolded, but Tetus, who was ready to fight for the last game, almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Hurry~! Catch up, don't let this guy run away. ”

In a fit of rage, Tetus shouted out, but although Tetus's idea was good, it was a little difficult for the sentinels to realize it.

The sentries had shields in their left hands and short spears in their right hands, and they were wearing slatted cuirasses and full compound helmets on their heads.

With such a thing to wear on their bodies, coupled with the space constraints of this forest path, the sentinels can't run even if they want to. Even if you throw a short gun for a ranged attack, this distance is a little farther away.

The crossbowman's crossbow range is sufficient, but it leaves them all behind. By the time the crossbowmen catch up, it's time for this guy to get out of range.

With nothing to do, Titus had no choice but to order the guards to stop for the time being, so as not to waste their bodies in vain.

But just when Titus secretly said that he was about to give up. There was a sudden thud among the trees, followed by a whistling that was noticeably louder.

At the same time as Titus and the others reflected, the leader of the gnoll, who was still running away, fell forward with a snort. Seeing this scene, Tetus roared without saying a word:

"Chase~!"

Then he threw the shield in his hand and raised his foot and ran out.

As Tetus raised his leg and ran out, the leader of the gnolls who had been hit by an arrow actually got up again, shook his head, and prepared to continue running.

However, this time the leader of the gnolls obviously couldn't get his wish.

The thing had just gotten back on its feet, and it hadn't had time to take a step yet. There was another thud, and the shooter, hiding in the shadows, fired a second arrow.

The arrow landed directly at the gnoll's neck from the side.

This time this guy couldn't make any more tricks, and Titus, who caught up from behind, stepped directly on this guy's back, and then reversed the hilt of the sword to give this guy a heart-wrenching cold.

The sword of Titus can be regarded as a complete end to this encounter. The next thing is naturally to clean up the battlefield, check the harvest, deal with the wounded or something.

Of course, the first two things don't need to be handled by the sentinels, and the armed farmers who stayed with Tagio before will naturally deal with these things.

The sentinels only need to help each other with their wounds.

After such a fight, although no one was killed by the guards, injuries were inevitable. Fortunately, Tagio had already thought about this before he came out.

Among the logistics materials carried by the car were medicines to treat external injuries and gauze to bandage wounds.

The sentinels were busy treating each other's wounds and something, while Tagio, who had been playing soy sauce throughout the battle, approached Tetus, Vasily, and Noah from the woods to find out what the three of them thought of the gnolls after the battle.

After a brief exchange, the views of the three were quite unanimous.

That is, if all the gnolls in the Wild West were at this level. With the combat capabilities of the Imperial forces, it will only be a matter of time before these gnolls are completely cleaned up.

Tetus, Vasily and Noah agree. When it came to figuring out what this place was, Tagao didn't see the gnolls as his ultimate rival.

In this world called Azeroth, the BT race is enough to describe in terms of the amount of buckets in the car.

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