"Ten will surround it, five will attack it, and if it is doubled, it will be fought, and the enemy will be able to divide it, and if it is less, it can be escaped, and if it is not, it can be avoided. Therefore, the small enemy is strong, and the big enemy is also captured. ”

This is an ancient military saint from the Old World, and it describes the tactics that a good commander should adopt against the enemy in different comparisons of forces. It's a pity that as far as the reality of the Doro caravan is concerned, there is really no means to "escape" or "avoid". Therefore, the only way to be a "small enemy" is to fight the trapped beast.

As for why he did not accept White's Jianyì and withdrew from this place of life and death in the first place, Moriarty did not give a clear explanation, and perhaps could not explain anything.

Standing in the center of the castle, Moriarty slowly glanced around him, his calm eyes with a special dark golden brilliance. It was as if a sleeping golden seed had been slowly awakened by the loud roars and shouts of killing in the sky, and began to poke out a thin bud, struggling to water the hot flesh.

However, Moriarty's hands hung quietly to his sides, and he did not touch the slightly hot hilt of the mage's robes.

At this moment, the circular fortification is like a huge urn full of honey. The big-eared barbarians were like raging ants, pushing, squeezing, and trampling each other, scrambling to climb the wooden fortress of wagons and attack the caravan warriors defending it.

Perhaps frightened by the enemy's frantic stance, no one thought to fight back for the first few seconds. Including those mercenary warriors, they just watched the big-eared people climb up quickly, and there was nothing else in their eyes except panic.

"Are you stunned and waiting to die? Kill! ”

Finally, Camaro stepped forward at the critical moment. I saw the seventh-level knight roar with a sword and slash down, and immediately cut off the left hand of a big-eared thief who had climbed under his feet. Immediately afterwards, Camaro's right hand spear roared out, with an indomitable edge that pierced the air, instantly piercing the two big ears that boarded the truck on the other side. In the blink of an eye, the body of the gun shook again, and a pair of corpses that were so fresh that they could not be increased smashed towards the thieves below like two crumpling bullets, and then hit one another.

And at the same time as Camaro started to kill, Grant and Huber on both sides of it also attacked fiercely, slashing down the enemies in front of them.

"Kill!"

"Die! You beasts! ”

"Kill you, bastard!"

Finally, driven by the example of the three knights, the resistance battle of the Dora caravan was completely launched. Countless swords, spears and spears were like a storm, attacking the thieves at their feet. For a moment, the hot blood of the fluffy was like a fountain, shooting up and falling between the sand and gravel of the wasteland, staining the inside and outside of the round fortifications into a slippery and unusually greasy ochre.

In the fierce and bloody battle, everyone who occupied a favorable defensive position was sincerely grateful to Franklin for the order to build the car fort. If it hadn't been for the early arrangement of this seemingly simple but actually strong log defense line, I am afraid that in just a few seconds of stunned thinking, the caravan's defensive circle would have been broken through by thieves. How could it be like this, from top to bottom, to forcefully kill and wound the thieves who had to come up from above? It can be said that it is precisely because of the reliable support of Chebao that Doro's side managed to hold on to the first five minutes, which were the most dangerous for them.

And after the "long" five minutes, more than thirty big-eared thieves had fallen forever at the foot of the circular carburg. On the other hand, the Doro caravan was only three dead and five wounded.

"Haha, these thieves don't seem to be as difficult to deal with as the legend says!" The unexpectedly effective resistance made everyone in the caravan feel a little incredible, and they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of joy. …,

It seems that as long as everyone unites and persists, there is still hope for survival. For a moment, optimistic longing flashed quickly in most people's hearts.

It's just that, in the vast majority of cases, judgments made are often overturned.

Just as the mercenary warriors and the young men of the caravan began to attack the thieves who were still rushing up from under the bunker, suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded coldly. Like the sharpest bayonet, it pierced through the hustle and bustle of the battlefield and penetrated straight into everyone's ears.

And as the whistle blew, the five Varyosha retinues who had been mixed in with the thieves and had not seen any special move suddenly burst out. It was like five cannonballs that had been lit and discharged, leaping up from five different directions at the same time, directly over the heads of many thieves, and roaring up to the castle.

In an instant, the entire circular carriage chamber trembled from side to side as it carried the terrible weight of the five people as if they were squeezed into rocks.

"Ahh Before everyone could react, the five tattooed barbarians who stepped on the car fort roared in unison.

Immediately, I saw that the barbarian's already extremely strong body swelled up again. Strand of terrifying tendons that were harder than pig iron stretched out rapidly in the chest, arms, and other parts of the body, and under the erect hair, the thick blood vessels of purple or blue began to pump violently, twist, and bulge, almost breaking the rough and abnormal tattooed skin. What was even more frightening was the fact that from between the barbarian's chapped and dull lips, two pairs of jagged blood-colored fangs flipped out from the inside out, like four blood-sucking awls, in stark contrast to the hook-like black nails that popped out of the tips of their giant palms.

"Kill you, wild bastard!"

As if stunned by the terrifying upheaval of the barbarians in front of him, a mercenary warrior who approached couldn't control the spear in his hand, and screamed nervously, while plucking up all his strength to hold up the spear and stab at it.

"Click!"

But incredibly, the sharp spear head made of fine iron seemed to be stuck in an iron plate after accurately hitting the enemy's chest covered in black tattoos. It only took a few minutes for the flesh to protrude into the big ears before it was deeply stuck. Except for a few insignificant strands of blood, there was no more room for entry.

"Hah!"

Seeing the mercenary warrior's trembling eyes as if he had seen a ghost, the barbarian pursed his lips in disdain, and then strode forward with the tip of his spear in this way.

"Smack!"

The barrel of the hardwood gun could not withstand the tremendous force transmitted from both ends, and broke into two pieces at once. And the mercenary's hands with guns immediately exploded, and blood flowed. However, before the poor mercenary could take a look at the wound on his palm, the tattooed barbarian had already come to him and slapped it with one palm.

With a "bang" sound, half of the mercenary's body was instantly torn to shreds. A lobe of the lung, which was still intact, along with other twisted and deformed spleens and gallbladders, bounced out of Luo Lu's chest cavity because they could not withstand the sudden exposure of air pressure. The only trembling neck that remained barely supported the bleeding head of the seven orifices, twitched slightly, like a plantain that had been broken after a storm. After another breath, the mercenary's body finally turned over and fell down, completely dead.

"Heh..."Looking at the dead mercenary, the tattooed barbarian's breathing became heavier and heavier. After gently licking the remaining warm blood on the palm of his hand, the barbarian's killing G-spot was completely opened, and he roared excitedly and violently pounced on the humans on the other side.

For a while, the screams and screams on the round carriage bunker continued one after another. From a distance, it was as if five huge meat grinders were constantly circling back and forth, twisting the human flesh and blood on the ring fortifications into pieces, and then ruthlessly throwing them in all directions. …,

And in the face of an almost invulnerable enemy, the human morale that had just been a little high fell to the bottom in an instant. In the terrifying impact and tearing of the five tattooed barbarians, the Doro Line, which seemed impenetrable not long ago, also became precarious in an instant.

"Horse's! Big-eared Berserker! ”

Camaro immediately recognized that the five barbarians who suddenly rushed to the castle turned out to be all barbarian berserkers with their own berserk combat power. And in the face of these powerful enemies whose bodies become as hard as steel after becoming berserk, ordinary low-level mercenary warriors are no opponents at all. If it can't be quickly and effectively contained, it won't take another minute for the entire circular defense line to be completely broken into tattered cotton wool by these five monsters.

Without allowing the knight to hesitate, the aura of flame lit up at his feet in an instant.

It was just a breath away, and a cavalry spear with raging flames was already roaring towards a big-eared berserker more than ten meters away. Along the way, one after another, the bodies of thieves and humans were pierced by the deadly flames that came out of the tip of the spear, turning into blackened holes, but they could not stop the progress of the flame spear, not even a single cent.

"Nice shot!"

In the distance, in the clearing, Valyosha couldn't help but marvel at the fiery meteor-like arc on the circular chariot, finally lifting a big-eared berserker into the air and stabbing it into a brilliant fireworks.

At the same time, two more halos lit up on the ring fortifications, and the dazzling sword light, one white and one blue, also chased towards the other two tattooed barbarians.

"Hehe, I can't just let you kill them all."

Seemingly unoptimistic about the outcome of the battle between his berserkers and mid-rank knights, Valyosha sighed and whistled shrill again. Immediately, the four tattooed barbarians jumped from the bunker without looking back, and quickly retreated towards the source of the whistle. Even the ordinary barbarians and thieves who were left with only about fifty people left in the dead also evacuated the castle one after another.

And the battlefield, which was shouting and killing just now, suddenly quieted down strangely. Only the wounded were left lying in pools of blood, letting out a faint wail.

"Quick, save people." Seeing the fierce battle inexplicably and suddenly stopped, Franklin's steward, who had been holding his heart to his throat, couldn't help but be stunned, but immediately reacted and beckoned everyone who remained inside the castle to come forward to help the injured and give first aid.