"Fools! Unload all my heavy equipment and swim lightly! Count Bing picked up his horsewhip and whipped the slave catchers around him without a head.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! The shouts of the horses and wolves suddenly covered the jubilant waters of the Flying Hair River. The three hundred orc wolf knights and two hundred Terran knights of the slave hunting group under the command of Count Bing Sing immediately disarmed the hammer and shield from the wolf saddle and the spear and round shield from the saddle.

One by one, shaking the reins, the giant wolves that restrained their crotches rushed into the cold water. In the waves, the giant wolf was so excited by the cold river that it snorted, and spewed out a series of hot water droplets, and the click of breaking through the ice sounded endlessly.

The commander of the Manhaman regiment had to let the giant wolf light knights of the four hundred-man team also rush into the icy river and cross the river together.

More than seventy orcs and wolf riders could not swim, so they could only stay stupidly in place with the head of Haman, receiving the mocking gaze of Count Bingsing.

"Defeat the jackals, kobolds, and human bandits! Capture those two beauties alive for me! They have lost a hair, and I will skin you, stuff it with wheat straw, and hang it on the walls of the Principality of Orc Power! The Count restrained his horses and gave orders to his warriors.

"Whoever catches one of the beautiful elves sacrifices! 10,000 Bounty Coins! The Count's words made the icy waters of the river no longer cold, so that the blood of every outlaw was not struck by the blazing fire and the loss of hundreds of fallen soldiers.

Count Bing Sing glanced back at the flaming magical flame spirits spitting and churning on the loess Gobi, and a victor's smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Stupid half-elves, although the fire burned a hundred of our knights, you were also besieged or burned to death by the flames." Count Bing felt that he was simply too smart compared to those silly hat Night Elf warriors.

Although the magical flame spirits above the flying leaves will not scorch things outside the loess Gobi, the heat spread from the loess has already caused the surrounding plants to begin to wither, and the plants around the flying leaf territory, whether it is bread forests or other trees, have begun to turn yellow, the bark is getting drier and drier, and the vaporized water is steaming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as each of the huge, rudimentary troop carriers was built, a band of warriors pushed it down the river, and piles of mercenaries jumped on it. They faced a prize of 10,000 gold coins, and the speed of the boat was like participating in a race.

The rudimentary wooden boat formation broke through the ice on the surface of the river, countless war horses and giant wolves advanced in the river, and the wide Feimao River suddenly became narrow.

The jackals, kobolds, and human bandit warriors on the opposite shore of the gathering front obviously could not accept such great pressure, and deserters began to appear. The wooden shield was put down, and it was useless to let the young beauty shout sacrificially.

"O beautiful elves! Here we go...... Here we are......" Count Bing Sing muttered with a sinister smile as he carefully observed the progress through his eagle-eye sleevescope.

A hundred meters away, the hoplites tightened their grips on their iron spears and tower shields, the rowers increased their frequency markedly, and the artemisia made of watery bread trees flew up and down rapidly.

The archers also began to suppress the fire, because they were worried about accidental injury, so every time they fired their bows, the target was to sweep to the sides of the beauties. The archer officer vigorously warned his subordinates that if they dared to shoot even a single hair of those two beauties, they would all have to skin and add grass, so he broke out in a cold sweat a lot.

The spears and ropes of the Dwarf Spear Forest Banshee and the Northern Yellow Forest Banshee also began to return fire, and the sparse cobblestones and the whizzing rain of flying spears formed a ridiculous contrast, and each mercenary laughed and was happy.

Jackals, kobolds, and human robbers held their heads for fear of bows and arrows. Desperately shrunk behind the wooden shield, a horizontal sniper array that was not very compact was washed by three rounds of arrow rain, and actually transformed into two strange formations clustered together, and the most important central axis position was actually blank.

The mercenaries of the "Mighty Bear" shouted loudly, laughing at their ignorance and shouting to the rowers as hard as they could, and if it weren't for the limited oars, they would all have gone rowing. It was a surprise! Before crossing the river, the opponent's front made such a big mistake.

The human hoplites all took off their helmets and bared their heads to look at the distance of the river in a hurry. It's not about taking the enemy lightly, the point is that the opponent is too bad! If they landed and attacked, even with only fifty heavy cavalry, it would be enough to slaughter them all, as easy and easy as a walnut under the hammer.

In the thunderous laughter of the mercenaries, a series of fish-fin-like sharp blades were erected on the icy river, and the fire on the loess Gobi shone on these "fish-fin blades", reflecting the cold glow that only murder weapons have.

As the "fins" approached the mercenaries' simple wooden boats, the waves of the river obscured the grim reflection, and the eyes of most of the cavalry were now staring closely at the opposite bank, calculating the focus of the attack for the beach.

The simple wooden boat sounded a burst of explosions that made people feel weak, all the mercenaries were just stunned, and the wide and simple wooden boat where the cavalry was located was like a steak cut by a dinner knife, and it was divided into two in an instant, not a simple wooden boat, but the simple wooden boat where almost all the heavy cavalry was located was divided into two halves, and the sound of the bread pole bursting and the sound of the heavy cavalry turning over and falling into the water sounded at the same time.

The Count, who was confidently observing the progress, immediately turned pale. Before the orc archers and orc axes could recover their composure, one slipped under their feet, and their own simple wooden boat was cut in two by a swift blade. There was a terrible scream, which was the discovery that someone had found that his foot had been slashed by a sharp blade. But the screams were soon drowned out by the wide, raging river.

After just a few breaths, more than 400 simple wooden boats were all cut in half by the terrible force from the bottom of the water, and the screams and exclamations of falling into the water were endless.

Dozens of stout bodies silently surfaced, and appeared where the hoplites were supposed to be stored, their hands shining with giant scissors and shining blades in the sparkling river. Their expressions were calm and unhurried, allowing the river to slide down their foreheads.

It's Makula! The knowledgeable men of the mercenaries hissed their voices and howled in despair with the sound of tearing their vocal cords. All the mercenaries in the water will only feel small and powerless to resist the large Makula warriors.

"Scissors ready!" The conductor, of course, was Kukusala, who, with his cunning little eyes, rolled his eyes, and called on his companions to rush forward with their clips in hand.

To Makula, they carried something like scissors, and in the eyes of the mercenaries struggling in the river, it was a terrible death scythe.

A sense of foreboding hangs over every mercenary like a dark cloud before a rainstorm. Everyone paddled desperately away! The mercenaries, huddled together, began to swim back desperately. No one still wants to resist, no one has other thoughts.

"Scissors!" Kukusara grinned, gritted his teeth, paddled the water, and began to harvest life with his own clips. Suddenly, waves of tumbling red liquid jumped in all directions, and these waves were all natural phenomena caused by the struggle when the clamp broke the mercenary's body.

The sound of tearing flesh sounded, and the water was covered with waves of broken blood, and life was like rushing water in an instant.

"Haha, damn guys! Don't you like our armor and flesh? Didn't you want to kidnap our mistress? Come and try my Makula Kukusara hair scissors! Kukusara laughed as she spoke the lingua franca of Azeroth, with its thick dialect. In the eyes of the mercenaries, this guy is no different from the devil who crawled out of the region.