Chapter 105: Three Arrows

With dark skin, he has a slender body that is very similar to the mercenary captain, tall, strong and very flexible, with long limbs and strong explosive power, plus the same black skin, if you don't look closely at your face, it is easy for outsiders to be stupid and can't tell who is who. The only noticeable difference is that Captain Kevin has a shaved head, while Nabi only has short curls on the top of his head.

For Moraby's re-exhortation before parting, Nabi was actually very unimpressed, in his opinion, the mercenary group leader's reputation is not just by playing the name of the head of the "Black Lion Mercenary Group", which is typical and unworthy of the name.

In the previous fierce battle, it was he who led the team to attack the rear of Kevin's convoy, relying on a highly targeted deployment, he only took more than a dozen subordinates, and successfully trapped Kevin's regimental leader, who had a number of capable generals and nearly three times the total number of mercenaries and guards around him.

Now that the leader had given him the task of holding Kevin in check, he was thrilled and in high spirits by believing that the possibility of completing the duel had become very likely.

Isn't it just to stop the mercenaries, there is a poisonous arrow smeared with poison on hand, which is a cheating weapon, not to mention making it difficult for the enemy to move an inch, if you use it properly and with good luck, maybe even the head of the mercenary leader can be chopped off.

Licking her slightly dry lips, Nabi said wistfully.

After all the deployments were completed, the leader of Morabi waved his hand heavily in the direction where Battle was, "Attack!" and he gave the order for a general attack.

With the leader's outstretched arm, the attacker screamed and killed the front, and formed a tacit formation on his own as he ran.

Those with powerful weapons such as shields and axes are in front, long swords and short spears and other wings are accompanied by the left and right wings, daggers and short knives are located in the center of the procession, and behind the hall are archers with long bows and short crossbows.

In line with the favorable principle of ambush, most of the attackers on this trip did not carry regular combat shields, and when the leader decided to pursue the attack, he rushed down from both sides of the cliff and fought as lightly as possible, the simpler the better. Now that it is necessary to fight head-on, there are only a few shields captured from the mercenaries at the forefront, and the rest of the people can only take local materials and remove a few planks from the carriage to cover their bodies, which is better than nothing.

The group ran at high speed, and only sixty or seventy people ran out of the majestic army and rushed into battle. Under the hot afternoon sun, the bloodthirsty and excited eyes clearly show their bloodthirsty traditions, as well as their heartfelt love and desire for money and beauty.

"Kill them all!"

Just as they were about to enter the effective range of the crossbow, one of the attackers in the crowd roared loudly, and immediately met with the chorus of their companions.

Not far away, the attackers running at the front could clearly see the appearance of the first two rows of mercenaries, as well as the feathered arrows on their bowstrings that opened outwards and looked like a full moon, and the sharp arrows showed a reflection in the sunlight, cold and ruthless, telling of cold-blooded desire. The attackers were all subconscious, and the adrenaline secretion accelerated, stimulating them to continue to charge.

Colorful shields of light appeared in front of everyone, and it was the attackers who began to release their fighting spirit to protect the vital points.

"Shoot!"

As soon as most of the attackers were within range of the crossbows, a short and powerful order was issued from the mercenary ranks.

With this command, dozens of arrows shot out, aiming at the middle of the attacker's formation, which had the largest number of people and no large shields, just avoiding the enemies in front of them with shields in hand.

It is said that there are only dozens of feather arrows, and they are distributed to the heads of the attacking attackers, not even one per person, and it seems that there is not much threat, but the problem is that the valley road is narrow, and the frontal width that can be used for the attackers to charge is actually very small, which makes their formation relatively thick, and under the cover of a few feather arrows, it is quite difficult to dodge.

Moreover, the barricades arranged by the head of Battle played a role, it was a little simpler, but the effect was really not bad, the dead horses, broken carriages and wheels of the carriages, forcibly disrupted the formation of the attackers who were like rainbows, whether they wanted to or not, they had to bypass these obstructive obstacles in order to continue to charge, as soon as the formation dispersed, no matter how closely they followed, there was a limit, relying on the desire of the shield of the companions in front of them to protect, it was naturally inevitable to fail.

Seeing the feather arrow draw an arc full of cruel beauty and shoot straight towards his head, the attackers in the middle of the formation scolded one after another, lifted the broken wooden plank dismantled from the carriage, and accepted the "baptism" of the feather arrow.

No matter how bold they are, they don't dare to rely solely on the blade in their hands to shoot arrows, and the kind of seemingly awesome and coaxing method is no different from the commonly known "naked running", which is the "customer" that shooters like to choose the most.

"Ahh

"Your mother!"

"Fuck me!"

"Holy shit, you wait for the uncle!"

For a while, screams and curses came and went, reflecting each other, affectionately greeting the mercenaries' mothers.

The attacker's skill is indeed better than that of the mercenaries, most of the strength is a second-level soldier, and the backbone strength is generally above the third level, but unfortunately, no matter how awesome, it is impossible to directly withstand the close-range shooting of feather arrows and crossbow arrows with the flesh, and the probability of being hit by the bow and crossbow is quite high, so although there is no one who dies directly, there are really a lot of injuries.

The archers in the mercenary group are not good at stubble, whether the archery skills are superb or not, not to mention the level of combat power, the vision, experience and temperament are absolutely qualified, since they see that the attackers are not bad, they are not sure that they can kill with one arrow, naturally how reliable and how to come, as long as they hit the enemy, they will definitely be able to weaken their combat effectiveness, as for whether shooting that part is considered insidious, whether it violates the spirit of chivalry or something, it is not within the scope of mercenaries at all.

After the first round of bows and arrows, more than a dozen unlucky attackers had arrows stuck in their bodies, and as they charged at high speed, the white feathers at the tail of the bows and arrows continued to shake and sway, with a distinct and strong sense of rhythm, quite a dance rhythm.

If you don't take into account the pain caused by the arrow entering your body.

Battle shook his head and said that it was a pity, the results were not satisfactory, even one of the attackers failed to shoot on the spot, finally the mercenaries were damaged enough, and the places where several attackers were hit were all support and force parts such as the upper and lower legs, so that even if they could grit their teeth and participate in the next battle, the impact was not small, and it was strange that they limped and could get up fast.

At the same time, the archers in the rear of the attacker also threw out the feathered arrows in their hands, trying to suppress the enemy, but they were relatively far away, unable to take a direct shot, and the number was small, and they shot sporadically into the mercenary defense line, which was basically blocked by the carriage used as a cover, even if one or two of them were relatively strong, after continuously penetrating the left and right walls of the carriage, they became no threat, and were easily taken down by the alert mercenaries with shields.

Typical offensive and defensive asymmetry.

"Shoot again!"

The mercenaries were clearly not discouraged, and the loud order to shoot was given again.

Dozens of feathered arrows swooped down on the approaching attackers.

The sound of "fluttering" sharp weapons into the flesh is endless, and of course, the same loud care for each other's dearest women, looking forward to the most intimate physical contact with them, the heroic oath.

"That king and eight lambs in the second row, I have to screw off your dog's head alive!"

"Fuck you, don't run away with a mustache!"

Of course, the proximity also means that you can see clearly, and the attackers who can engage in shady deeds will not have too bad eyes, and who is the sufferer who shoots you, you will not be easily mistaken.

Damn! Wait for Lao Tzu to kill your group of grandsons, see if I don't screw off your girl's head! Let you slut embryos aim at Lao Tzu and shoot in three ways!

The attackers cursed through gritted teeth.

This time, the long-range strikes began to take effect, and several attackers collapsed clutching their throats and lower abdomen.

As the distance gets closer, the lethality of the crossbow arrows is greater, not to mention that the mercenaries are experienced, and the first round of strikes is projectile, and the second round is based on the shortening of the actual distance, and it is decisively changed to direct fire, and the lethality is of course more considerable.

The archers in the back of the attacker returned the color again, but unfortunately due to the inherent disadvantage, the exchange ratio was still speechless, and the best result was only to scratch the arm of a mercenary, which was better than nothing.

"Shoot again!"

Battle yelled one last time.

This time, except for a few people who were hit by the arrow, the rest of the attackers were silent, their eyes were cold, and they rushed with a belly of fire, and at the same time clenched the weapons in their hands, there was nothing more relieving than chopping off the enemy's head with his own hands, and if there were, then chop off a few more heads.

When the third round of feathered arrows and short crossbows were fired, the mercenaries quickly threw down their bows and crossbows and picked up swords and other melee combat weapons, and the attacker's blood-red eyes and facial expressions were clearly visible.

The saying of "three arrows in battle" is not only applicable to regular army confrontations, even the fighting on the rivers and lakes is also universal, and now that the attackers have been killed in front of them, it is time to summon up the courage to fight hard in close combat.

The surging waves crashed against the solid rocks, splashing small blood-red flowers.

The battlefield suddenly sounded a crisp sound of wooden planks cracking, and the attackers who rushed in front of them were armed with people, and hit their heads on the carriage where the mercenaries acted as cover, and the strong bodies of the soldiers showed an obvious effect, and the attackers who appeared in front of the mercenaries directly through the wall of the carriage were not injured, and basically did not even feel dizzy, and directly waved the sharp weapon in their hands to slash at the opponent.

The grievances and resentment of being beaten and unable to fight back on the way to the charge should be compensated with the blood spewing out of the enemy's body!

Battle let out a loud shout, took a step forward with his relatively stubby legs, and with a single axe, he cut in two the attackers who jumped over the shattered carriage and killed in front of him!

He can be regarded as suffocated, like Kevin, who was besieged by the attackers, at the beginning of the earlier battle, the attackers responsible for storming the front of the convoy sent a number of people to form a very targeted small encirclement, cutting him out of the mercenary group, who was good at attacking fortifications. These people relied on the homework they had done in the early stage, and they only used a few low-level soldiers of the fourth or fifth level to trap the mid-level warrior Batel, who was as strong as level seven, and then the others, whose average strength was significantly higher than that of the mercenaries, slaughtered the mercenaries and the guards of the Marquis's Mansion under the command of Battle to their heart's content.

Poor Battle obviously has the strength far beyond any enemy around him, but he can't break through the enemy's encirclement, and whenever he wants to successfully kill or injure one of the attackers, there is a swordsman who is highly similar to him and whose strength is about level seven to attack, and after taking Battle 's killing move, he quietly retreats, and the original attacker continues to trap him in the local area without moving.

At that time, listening to the screams around him, most of them came from the mouths of the black lion mercenaries who got along day and night, the situation was getting worse and worse, and the fierce-tempered Battle almost suffocated to death.

Now it's finally time to settle the score.