Opposite Muhadi, the elven warriors, with their horsepower, kept a certain distance from the guards, and then rode on horseback and turned around to shoot. This technique is known on Earth as Mangua tactics, or Sabbatarian archery. Passage with many peoples from the steppes of South Russia to the steppes of Mongolia, and the elves of Atas exhibited similar techniques.

The elves rode special desert horses under their crotches, standing at the top of their shoulders and weighing nearly a ton, the same size as the shire horses on Earth. The difference is that most of the large horses on the earth belong to agricultural horses, and although they have great strength, they have poor degree and endurance. And these Attas desert horses, at the same time, are huge in size, but also have the graceful silhouette of Arabia, the strength and reflexes of the Bobu horse, the discipline and obedience of the Andalusian horse, and the amazing endurance and adaptability of the Ahatekin horse.

The harsh environment has shaped the martial races of Atas, and the harsh environment has also created these tenacious and unyielding creatures on Atas.

Like Arabian horses, these Atas desert horses have wide hooves and are able to leap through soft sand. The elven archers unleashed their arrows smoothly on horseback, almost every arrow accompanied by a guard landing.

Although most of the caravan guards were also on horseback, they were significantly inferior in riding skills to the native-born elven tribesmen of the desert, so they were always unable to catch up. Although some of the guards riding the Grey Scale Bird were able to catch up with the elven warriors, a few of them could not turn the situation around, and were killed one by one.

The warriors on Muhadi's side did not choose to shoot on horseback, but formed a tight formation, charging like a galloping cavalry wall.

The guards tried to resist, but they were so caught up that they couldn't resist the onslaught of al-Muhadi's side. The moment the two sides came into contact, many guards were overturned by the huge impact force and even people and horses, and some of the guards who were still on horseback were also slashed by several scimitars at the same time, and blood was splattered on the spot.

"Free hunt!" ordered the Fatoumah, and the formation dispersed, and each warrior began to attack freely with an enemy of his choice.

Then came utter chaos, and some of the frightened caravan guards began to flee into the depths of the desert. "Devil!" "Iblus!" "Devil!" they called out in various languages, but with only one meaning - the enemy is too strong, let us run for our lives.

Frightened camels, traders, and travelers scattered under the attack. Some of the braver vendors drew their swords in an attempt to resist, while others simply fell to their knees and shouted "Merciful!" with all their might. Their fate was the same, and the red-eyed elves were slashed and killed one by one.

Muhadi's side was not without losses, as there was an unlucky elf who was negligent in his fight with the guards, and only knocked his opponent off his horse without taking his life. As a result, the guard took the opportunity to disembowel the enemy's horse with his knife when he fell to the ground, and the horse's entrails and blood were scattered on a large area of sand. The owner who was riding on his back was also thrown off, pressed hard, and looked not lightly injured. As for the brave guard, his head was blown out by the wounded horse's hooves, and his brains and blood mixed together and seeped into the sand.

The warriors trampled their horses and slashed with their swords. When the horse is fully charged, it does not even need to be slashed, just holding the scimitar flat, and relying on the huge inertia is enough to cut off the head of a person. After rushing back and forth a few times, the live mouth in the caravan became scarcer and scarcer. With every scream, every cry of excitement, there is one less of these survivors.

But organized resistance was still going on sporadically, and on the backs of two huge beetles, archers were firing arrows from their carloads, trying to stop the sudden predators.

With a whoosh, an arrow struck an elven warrior beside Fatuma, who disdainfully pulled the arrow out of his right shoulder, and just as he was about to say a few heroic words, he fell from his horse.

"The arrowhead is poisonous. The girl snorted.

By this time, the elves on the opposite side had also settled the battle, and the Great Sherif had arrived with his four younger brothers and several other samurai. Ignoring a large cut on his scalp that was a few inches long, he bowed gracefully on his horse with blood on his face, and said to Fatuma, "What can I do for the beautiful chief's daughter?"

"Put away your oil cavity slippery tune...... Fatuma said angrily, turning his head to avoid the arrow that came at him, "go and put down those archers above!"

"Yes, my lady!" said the Great Sherif with an arrow, and shot an arrow at the back of the great beetle, but was dodged by the archers of the caravan.

At this time, the entire caravan guard was either dead or fled, and the rest were either killed or cowered in the pile of corpses, not daring to move. For these guys, the elves are too lazy to care for the time being.

Although the arrows were as dense as the wind and sand, it was still difficult to hurt the archers hiding in the car. Fatoumah bit her lip, "You go deal with it!" she shouted to Muhadi.

"I'm going?!" the boy looked at the giant beetles as tall as elephants in front of him, their thick shells as solid as plate armor, and they were hard to hurt.

"Nonsense, you're a telemancer!" she rightfully declared, "so any technical work is up to you!"

Muhati nodded and answered. After pondering for a moment how to clean up these two behemoths, Big Sharif was dissatisfied and said, "Hey, you should let me figure it out!"

Muhadi tried to perform a psychic stab on the beetle, but it didn't seem to have any effect. Sound-making abilities are unlikely to work, insects don't have ears, their hearing organs are located in various parts of their bodies, and their hearing thresholds are different from those of humanoid life. There is no point in faking a voice without knowing the range of the other person's hearing threshold.

The Great Sherif shot an arrow at the beetle's compound eye, but in vain. The big beetle's compound eye seemed to be protected by a mucous membrane, and the arrow was spread out when it hit it.

Muhadi had read the ancient Greeks' accounts of dealing with the Persian elephant riders, and planned to take the opportunity to kill the royal man or pull him down with a horsewhip when he approached. He had just beaten his horse and rushed to the great beetle with arrows, when he heard a majestic roar coming from the car:

"Who would dare to attack Yuric's Templar!"

The boy looked up, and a samurai in a white cloak, chain mail, and a dragon coat of arms poked his head out of the car. Facing the elven warriors who surrounded him, although his tone was majestic, he was justifiable. But under Muhadi's observation, it was not difficult to see that his hands were tightly clutching the edge of the car, and the ends of his beard were shaking slightly. This is the one who is held by fear, and Muhadi characterizes the other person in his heart.

Such a person turned out to be Yuric's Templar, and all the elves laughed. "Is there only a coward under the command of the witch king of Yurik!"

"The Witch King rules the citizens with fear, so that's how the Templars are virtuous. "The sarcasm of the elves. "Templars, how dare you face the brave desert people!?"

Muhadi suddenly thought about it, and knew that the opportunity had come.

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