"Commander, Fengshan Dragon is about to dive into the sand sea!" shouted a small mercenary who hurriedly ran to the bow of the boat.

"Lao Tzu is not blind! I need you to say that?" Rob was already in a very bad mood, and kicked him down without even thinking about it.

"Brother, what are we going to do next?" asked a scarface standing next to him.

"Hmm......" Rob shook his head to drive away the boat incident just now, then thought about it, hooked his fingers, and the little mercenary who was kicked down just now immediately ran up, nodded but didn't dare to speak.

"Inform everyone, get ready to fight, and shoot me hard as soon as the barrier of the Fengshan Dragon disappears!

"Yes, yes, understood!" the little mercenary nodded hurriedly, turned around and ran away.

"Rob, as far as I know, these hunters are all ruthless characters, and they are all very strong, and if we really fight for a while, we will suffer a lot of losses. Another one-eyed man said.

"The pay is proportional to the gain, we have more than ten times more people than them, as long as we fill it with a sea of people, when the time comes, we can exchange it for a large sum of money when we grab their equipment, as for the manpower, how many people do these people want?" Rob laughed sinisterly.

"That's right, one less person is one less penny. The other chimed in.

"Hahahaha!" the mercenary bosses laughed collectively.

"Cannons can no longer be used at such a close distance, so don't worry about the trouble caused by the shelling, but watch out for the enemy's archers and gunners, and all our tabletop heavy crossbow operators, and attack the enemy's ships with your weapons, so that they can see the power of the dragon ship!" shouted Yarrow from the bow of the ship.

His appeal was undoubtedly huge, whether it was the hunters of the desert or the hunters of the Silver Moon Empire, all of them were stimulated with enthusiasm, and all the tabletop heavy crossbows immediately turned around, and even the night wind fiddled with the heavy crossbows around him.

"Boss, look at how majestic people are, why don't you go up and roar?" Nightfire was itchy when he saw the way people responded, so he began to instigate Nightblade.

"It's just a showman, look at your red eyes, pay attention to me when you attack for a while, don't let people shoot down with an arrow." Nightblade said angrily.

"Don't worry, you're not at ease with my skills?" Nightfire laughed.

"Whoop......"

As the mountain-like body of the Fengshan Dragon sank into the sea of sand, the fleet of hunters and mercenaries finally met with swords, and a great battle was about to break out!

"Attack, attack, attack! They are wearing money! Whoever grabs whoever!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Rob immediately stood up and shouted! The red-eyed mercenaries who had already been tempted by the gold coins were immediately unable to bear it when he was so incited, and they screamed one by one, eager to rush over and take off their armor immediately!

Of course, this is just the performance of some newcomers, and the experienced mercenaries understand that the people at the front are cannon fodder, and the treasure is important, but it also has to be robbed with a life.

The mercenaries' ships increased their speed, and the people standing at the front kept waving their scimitars in their hands, shouting and demonstrating one by one, looking like robbers.

But the next moment they were greeted with a scalp-numbing attack, and with the sound of soft wire bowstrings, one after another huge heavy crossbows burst through the air with strong winds!

The mercenaries only had time to see a dark shadow, and the next second the hull of the ship trembled violently, and everyone fell to the deck in panic.

The tabletop heavy crossbow can fire two crossbow shells at a time, it is a solid steel spear with a spear head full of spikes, and the lethality is very great, this heavy weapon invented by the forging genius 'Steel' Tim was originally born to deal with the giant ancient dragon, and now it is simply overkill to attack the fragile ships of the mercenaries.

The ships in the front row were shot with thousands of holes in just one shot, and even two ships were overwhelmed and sank directly!

Looking at the huge gap in the hull and then looking at their small bodies, many mercenaries were so frightened that they retreated, if it weren't for the overseers who kept beating the retreating people in the back, I'm afraid some of them would have fled.

This is the difference between the mercenaries and the soldiers of the Empire, the latter are real soldiers, dare to fight, never give up, and have iron discipline, while the former are mostly patchwork ruffians and vagrants, a group of disorganized people together are not at all threatening, they can only fight with the wind, and if something goes wrong, they will scatter in a hurry.

"Hunters, raise your shields and don't give cunning enemies any chance!"

Although Yarrow was a warrior with a long knife, he still received a golden shield from his companion's hand, and there was no way, a knife could not withstand a dense bow and arrow.

"Tsk, even the shield is so gorgeous, a local tyrant is a local tyrant. Nightfire looked at the shield in his hand and pouted.

"I want victory, but not casualties! Hunters! Show them what you really can!"

Yarrow raised the long knife in his hand and shouted!

"Drink !!"

Many hunters shouted in unison!

"Follow me!

With Yarrow shouting like a rainbow, the vanguard of the two sides finally collided together, and the quality of the hunters' dragon boats was undoubtedly the best, even if they had been wounded, but when they collided with the mercenary ships, they still unceremoniously deviated from the course!

And the hunters who had gathered together suddenly scattered with a hula, and then jumped to attack all the ships at the same time!

"Ahh

"Help!"

"Come and help me, they're too strong, ah!"

From the very beginning of the battle, there was a one-sided situation, the hunters were the elite who had to fight with beasts that were more than ten times larger than their size, where could these mercenaries compare, and a large number of them were defeated in just one face.

Luckily, the hunters didn't kill them, but only hit them in the head or joints to incapacitate them.

From afar, Rob and the mercenary bosses were stupefied by the hunters' combat effectiveness, and no one expected that the two sides would be so close after the Fengshan Dragon dived, which also made Rob's artillery plan come to naught.

At first, this did not worry them, they were confident in their numbers, and even if they fought hard, they would not lose.

But they began to worry when they saw a heavy crossbow fire rushing to crush their own ships, and it was not until they saw the one-sided battle that they really realized that something seemed to be a tricky thing.

"Attack, what about the archers, shoot me hard!"

A mercenary boss suddenly woke up and immediately ordered the archers to attack, he said that it was not too late, but it was not too early, because all the archers had already begun to attack.

Disappointingly, however, the archers' attacks were of little effect, and all the hunters, each armed with a shield, were able to resist most of the bows and arrows as they advanced, and the few arrows that broke through were blocked by their thick armor.

Yarrow quickly advanced with the golden shield in hand, his eyes kept an eye on the Nightblade not far away, and he noticed that the man was not holding the shield.

His skills are extremely agile, holding the hilt of the knife with one hand, and pulling the corner of the cloak with the other, the whole person flashes through the crowd like a nimble snake, with a clear goal, and does not waste time on the miscellaneous fish around him.

"Bang dang!"

Arlo dropped his shield, took the helmet handed by the warlord and put it on his head, and ran towards the Nightblade without stopping.

"Stop him, stop him for me!"

The Warseer was the highest-ranking officer on the ship, and he didn't have the courage to meet a hunter in a dark red cloak rushing towards him, so the soldiers around him were unlucky, and he sent them forward one by one.

"Running away is not the solution. ”

Nightblade smiled slightly, and his feet staggered, and seven or eight mercenaries who had been pushed forward passed by him.

"Bastard!

There was no way to avoid it, and seeing that the Nightblade had rushed forward, the Warlord finally gave up and fled, turned his heart sideways, drew his long knife and roared!

"If you're forced to face it, you've already lost half of it. ”

Nightblade's words reached the ears of the Warlord, and he raised his long knife and swung it vigorously, but a figure shook in front of him, and the person just now disappeared out of thin air!

"Don't be afraid, I'm very good at using a knife, and I have a good grasp of proportion. ”

The ghostly voice sounded again, and the Warseer was horrified to find that the man just now had appeared behind him!

"Dangchang"

There was the sound of pieces of iron falling on the planks from the ship, and the Warseer lowered his head, holding a severed knife in his hand, and the other half of the long knife lay quietly on the ground, and the cut of the knife in his hand was incomparably smooth, as if it had been cut off in an instant by an extremely sharp blade.

"Shhh

The Warden felt a chill on his neck, and he knew it was a dagger against his neck.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have resisted, and told your people to stop. Nightblade whispered close to his ear.

"Stop!

The Warseer did not hesitate to give up his duty, what is more important than life at this time?

His shout was so loud that all the mercenaries on the entire ship heard it, and several archers subconsciously aimed their bows and arrows at Nightblade, and Nightblade quickly blocked the hostages in front of him.

"Are you deaf? Lay down your arms for the fuck, do you want me to die here?"

The Warseers were going mad, were the archers sick in the head, and what if the one behind them suddenly missed and wiped himself?

The mercenaries were not stupid, they laid down their weapons, but they did not put them on the ground, but held them tightly in their hands.

Yarrow's face darkened, and he took a step slower, Nightblade taking control of the ship before he did.

Several hunters pushed away the mercenaries who were in their way, and Nightblade immediately handed over his hostage to one of them.

"Remember, a person, a boat, move fast. ”