What should the so-called fighting, fighting, or fighting look like? Batu had imagined this a lot, as a member of the nomadic tribe, he had experienced and witnessed many similar things, it was not the first time he had seen a dead person, he had seen a killing, but this was indeed the first time he had personally participated in it. He fantasized about seeing blood for the first time, of stabbing other people in the chest, cutting off their heads, and bringing him pleasure and glory. He also fantasized about missing his first face against a deadly opponent and being beheaded under his horse and becoming a corpse for wolves to eat on the grassland. But when he did kill those two men with a cold archery, and then said sorry to Lothar without blushing or beating heart, he was more indifferent than he had ever imagined.

Of course, there is a reason for anger, witnessing such betrayal and atrocities, anyone will be angry and bloody, but anger will not turn into indifference. What makes Batu so cold is that he sees the fragility of life. In the grassland, in nature, all life is tenacious, even a weed, is trying to grow, wolves and antelopes compete with each other to survive, their lives make Batu feel safe. But human beings are not, the smiling man stabbed him in the heart with a backhand, and just after riding a horse to swim together, an arrow shot into the chest of the fellow passengers. Only humans are so resolute in killing humans, as if life has no weight, which is completely different from hunting.

And Batu knew that he couldn't get rid of it himself, so when he let go of the bowstring, it was not anger that made him indifferent, but sadness. The most visible figure in his eyes in the midst of this grief was Lothar. He couldn't see the count's face, but he always felt that the man from the blue lion would not be happy about killing. In fact, it is.

As two men on the hillside suddenly appeared, the silencers and traitors who were strangling the rest of the funeral procession diverted their attention. They were momentarily confused as to why a non-steppe man was here, but no matter why he was here, the killers would not give him a chance to tell others what he had seen. The bowstring, fluttering, shot arrows like locusts. However, the scale of this battle was not large, whether it was the annihilated side or the annihilated side, the number of men was no more than fifty at best, and at this time there were only seven or eight bows against Lothar, and although the arrows shot were fast and accurate, they could not form a dense network of arrows.

This is also the reason why the Count dared to walk in front of Batu as a cover with only a battle axe, the archery skills of the steppe people, he knew, so he was confident that he could deal with it. "Ding!" the Fool's Justice brushed aside the locusts that shot at the front door, and the black dot in his vision was held by his empty left hand before piercing into the eye socket and thrown into the grass. Lothar stretched out his battle axe, pointed at the enemies who were shooting arrows, and made a contemptuous gesture. His provocation was quickly answered, and though the trademark roar was missing, the Silencers decisively threw away their bows and drew their melee weapons and charged down the hillside.

The steppe scimitars are a difficult opponent to deal with. Unlike the knightly swords of the knights and the weapons also known as scimitars in the coastal regions, the tip of the scimitar was not thickened for chopping, but was gradually thinned and sharpened to facilitate piercing and piercing armor, making it as light and swift as a herdsman on horseback, and deadly. However, the scimitar is not all merit, compared to the one-handed swords and battle axes that the knights are accustomed to, the scimitar is not suitable for confrontation, and Lothar, who has fought many battles with the steppes, knows this, as long as he forces the opponent to shake his own strength, his weapons will be more advantageous. The premise is that these Silencers have chosen the Machete over their melee weapons like traditional warriors.

The Count noticed that two of the five men gathered around were burly men who had chosen another weapon that the steppe people used well, the mace, which was at the opposite end of the spectrum of the scimitar. If these two weapons are allowed to play in synergy, one fast and one slow, one urgent and one slow, it will not be so simple to deal with. "Batuu, shoot me the two with sticks and knives for me. ”

The falconer nodded, and raised his bow and arrows to shoot, but the fact that five people surrounded him did not mean that all the enemy's bows and arrows had stopped firing. Batu was keenly aware of a narrow-headed arrow flying in mid-air, the arrow of which was smaller and lighter than the one he used, and was a type of arrow designed for medium and long-range killing. The familiarity with the bow and arrow made him make a quick judgment, if he left this arrow alone, it was very likely to bring trouble to Lothar, who was concentrating on close combat, and after weighing it, Batu made a quick decision, his left hand holding the bow was slightly offset, and the thumb of his right hand released the bowstring, only to see Batu's arrow fly over Lothar's head, the arrow seemed to have no aim, but when it flew forward for a second, it just collided with the dark arrow in the air! Swordsmanship, Batu admits that he is not a good hand in the tribe, but the hunters on the grassland never rely on scimitars for food, and bows and arrows are their favorite.

The Count didn't notice Batuu's performance, and when you're surrounded by three scimitars, it's not easy to see what's going on outside of the battle. Dodging the sword stabbed at the cheek, Lothar's expression did not change, and he suddenly returned to the days when he led his troops to fight everywhere, but the difference was that he became more skillful and had a better grasp of the situation than he had at that time. The sharp cracking sound was an attack towards his waist, and Lothar had at least three ways to defuse the attack, but he chose the fourth of three.

"Boom. The muffled sound and slight shaking of his body proved that the scimitar had struck the target, and the result pleased the silent man with the knife, but just as he wanted to continue to expand the victory, he realized that his knife could not be drawn. "Hmph!" was the last sound he heard before fainting, and the earl's heavy punch smashed mercilessly into the opponent's cheek, and the fist with iron armor directly made the opponent lose the ability to continue fighting. As for the wound on the waist, without the blessing of horsepower, the thin scimitar could not cut through the chain mail inside the clothes by chopping alone.

That's why Lothar still seems so emboldened after being surrounded, and the steppe scimitars aren't the best option for infantry combat. And without the mounts, the herdsmen's rustiness for foot combat is revealed, and despite the more bulky weapons in hand, Lothar can still maneuver through the enemy with good strides, as long as the two enemies with heavy weapons that can ignore the protection of his chain mail are not joined.

"Buzz!" the mace made him jump backwards instinctively, but even then, Lothar had to parry the hammer with the thick part of his tomahawk, which caused a brief numbness in his right hand. Of course, the Count believed that he could still win against each other, but he was not fighting alone now.

"Batu!" the plea for help went unanswered, and Batu was clearly in trouble of his own, but fortunately, they were not the only ones who had just watched the massacre from the hillside. As the mace-wielding Silencer approached Lothar with a sinister grin, a dark figure leaped out of the grass beneath him, crawling onto his chest before the former could react, and then, with a thin stabbing sword, pierced his Adam's apple with precision. It wasn't until blood spurted out of the hole in the back of his neck that the others realized of his death.

"Monster!" the one of the five who was not the Silent One shouted, pointing his finger at the sturdy black figure that leaped from the deceased's shoulder. It was a cat, a clothed cat. But before they could swarm up and kill the monster, Kailas's figure had disappeared into the grass again, obviously, this was not the first time that the cat goblins had done something with humans on the grassland. He knew exactly how to play to his strengths and how to keep his enemies from seizing his weaknesses.

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