"Hold on!" Dorn cried as he cried out against a wound in the chest of a critically wounded soldier on the verge of coma.

This is a makeshift outpost set up in Dorne in the North, and in the early hours of this morning, just as everyone was about to leave here and return to Ironfang, they were attacked by the barbarians.

As soon as the group walked out of the gate of the outpost, dozens of rough iron spears fell from the sky, and in an instant, more than a dozen soldiers were seriously injured or even killed.

"Send soldiers to the gate to hold on, don't let them enter!" Dorn roared as he watched the mortally wounded soldier lose his life.

"Archers, go up to the Arrow Tower, suppress these brutes, and tell me how many they are!" A cursory glance at the retreat to the outpost revealed that the number of barbarians who had attacked them this time was definitely no less than two hundred.

"When the hell did these things come near the outpost!" the hundred-man chief scolded angrily, and dozens of archers kept vigilant day and night, but they didn't find them, which made him very puzzled.

"This is not the time to dwell on these things, send cavalry to break through and let the Marquis send troops to the rescue!" Dorn took out his bow and arrows and planned to go into battle himself.

"Yes, my lord!" the hundred-man captain immediately turned and ran towards the cavalry, it was a matter of whether they would survive or not.

"All archers, clear the way for the cavalry, focus on attacking the south, let them break out!" Dorn climbed the arrow tower and looked at the enemy outside, and sure enough, as he expected, the group of barbarians numbered more than two hundred.

It's already comparable to the total number of barbarians who have invaded the Iron Fang Territory in previous years, after all, the Glena Ice Plain is not just bordering the Iron Fang Territory.

"Are they all together?" said Dorne, solemnly, never before in such a situation, and a bad feeling came to his heart.

"Shoot the arrows!" On the other side, the cavalry had begun to break through, and the archers on the arrow towers were clearing the way for them, and the arrows rained down, and only a few of the barbarians fell, and many more were only wounded, so that there was no major problem.

Although Jason couldn't afford to raise heavy cavalry, some ordinary light cavalry could still make up nearly a hundred, for example, there were more than twenty light cavalry scouts here, and they were also well-trained warriors when they picked up scimitars and spears.

"Kill!" they opened the gate of the outpost and rushed out with their scimitars in hand, killing all the barbarians who stood in front of them.

"Figure!"

Just as he was about to break out of the encirclement, a roar came, and a barbarian who was much taller than ordinary people suddenly rushed out, his thick and powerful arms wrapped around the neck of a cavalry horse, and threw him to the ground with a roar.

The horse fell to the ground and let out a scream, and then its neck was broken, and the sorrow came to an abrupt end, and the cavalrymen who had fallen from their horses turned over and stood up, first glancing at their mounts with a little sadness, and holding the scimitar in their hands and staring at the barbarians who surrounded them.

The rest of the cavalry, except for a few who were more unlucky and pulled off their horses, the remaining dozen or so broke out of the encirclement, because although these barbarians gathered together for some unknown reason, they had no sense of cooperation at all, and the cavalry easily broke through their encirclement.

The barbarian, whose strength was strong enough to shake the running horse, was dark-skinned, panting and walked up to the fallen cavalryman and looked at him.

The "......" cavalryman stared at him nervously, his hands did not tremble at all, and then he rushed forward and raised his sword to slash, quite a kind of spirit of fearlessness, because he knew that he would never survive.

Unfortunately, his bravery and fearlessness did not improve his strength, and the barbarians did not slap him to the ground with their weapons, and the soldiers fainted instantly, and the barbarians then pinched his neck and lifted him up, holding it high for the soldiers in the outpost to see clearly.

"Bastard!" the hundred-man leader stared at this scene and hammered the wooden stake in front of him.

Dorne didn't say a word, watched it all calmly, and took off his longbow.

"Tuza!" the barbarian roared as he slapped his chest and slammed the cavalry to the ground, blood staining the snow beneath his feet.

"Roar, roar, roar!" the barbarian raised his hands after brutally killing the cavalryman, and the surrounding barbarians began to cheer for him.

"Whoosh!"

With a cracking sound, like the call of death, an arrow shot out of the outpost and pierced the barbarian's neck.

He clutched his wounds helplessly and fell to the ground, his eyes full of incredulity.

The barbarians around them were also instantly quiet, dumbfounded and looked at the corpse of the barbarian who was still majestic before, their muscular brains didn't react at all to what had just happened?

"Your archery skills are really superb. The hundred-man chief was also shocked to look at this scene, this distance must be at least four hundred meters, right?

"Whew......" Dorn breathed a sigh of relief, the green glint in his eyes dissipated, and he lowered the longbow in his hand.

"Tell everyone to keep fortified, our rudimentary walls are not effective in holding back these tall barbarians. "The wall of the outpost was only four or five meters high, and it was not thick enough, but some wooden stakes were cut to form a wall, and these barbarians could climb into it with a little effort.

"Yes, my lord!" replied the hundred-man commander solemnly, he knew that it was now a matter of life and death, no matter how powerful Sir Dorne was, he was only one person, and if he wanted to persevere, he still needed everyone's concerted efforts, and he didn't know if he would be able to hold out until the reinforcements from Irontooth arrived.

"Roar!!" Outside the walls, the barbarians immediately became angry after a brief distraction, this was a provocation to them, every year they went south to plunder these ants, only to hide in the high walls and dare not show their faces, and the resources of the entire territory were seized by them, but this year they were counterattacked, and even one of their mighty warriors was killed.

So they had to tear up the ants that were hiding behind the wooden walls, so that the anger in their hearts could be appeased.

"These barbarians have thick skin and flesh, and they focus on attacking their throats and tendons!" Dorne had experience in fighting them, and had the most say at this time, the barbarians were so strong that arrows could hardly hurt them.

Unless they can shoot them in the eye or throat, and then cut their tendons with a sword, so they will lose their combat effectiveness.

"Shoot the arrows!" shouted the hundreds, and a rain of arrows fell again, still not letting too many barbarians fall in the way of the charge.

"Infantry ready to meet the enemy!"

The infantry with large shields immediately stepped forward, because Jason was very focused on military strength, so they were all well-dressed half-body armor, and the weapons in their hands were also extremely well-equipped.

Dorne's eyes were filled with greenness, and he had been calmly repeating a set of actions, drawing arrows, drawing bows, and letting go, each time taking the life of a barbarian, causing the barbarians to look at him with some horror.

"My lord, if this continues, our people will suffer heavy casualties. "In the distance, in the mountains and forests, a tall barbarian said to another, stronger barbarian.

"Wait, our plans can't be changed. His voice was calm, and his eyes were cruel.

If Dorn could see this, he would be horrified, because behind these two barbarians lurked hundreds of barbarian warriors!

His eyes were full of madness and war.

And what they say is not barbarian, but the lingua franca of the continent.