The first wave came with a rain of arrows. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hundreds of kugit riding bows were fired at the same time, and the two-foot-long kugit arrows covered like a torrential rain, and the dozen or so brothers in the square who had not yet reacted and had no time to dodge were immediately shot into hedgehogs and nailed to the ground. The other brothers immediately leaned against the wall, and even so, at least twenty or so were wounded by arrows.

The first rain of arrows killed at least one-fifth of the wounded.

I kicked open the door of the nearest village chief's house and got in. When the brothers saw my movements, they also kicked open the closed door, just to hide from the rain of arrows, and there was nothing.

I glanced at the village chief, who was hiding under the bed, and his shivering legs, which were exposed, and pouted.

The second wave of arrows soon came, like a violent storm, hitting the walls, rooftops, and squares, making a crashing sound.

I jumped out of the house and greeted him. After two waves of arrows, the nearest bandit had already rushed into the entrance of the village, brandishing a snowy scimitar and shouting and pounced. At a distance of five or six meters, I pulled out a kugit arrow from the ground with my backhand and threw it out. The arrow swirled in the air, and with a thud the knight in front of him fell off his horse. Then I stepped on the head of the horse that could not be retracted, and jumped high, and in mid-air, the military hoe formed a black shadow, like a dead harvester, and swirled into the crowd at the entrance of the village.

The sound of bones breaking, the sound of limbs tearing, and the heavy cracking sound of cold iron piercing into flesh and blood only then rang out, and the knights crowded at the entrance of the village were in chaos.

At this time, my brethren also threw themselves out of their houses, and rushed to the only two junctions in the village, and with their flesh and blood and the rudimentary weapons in their hands, they struck hard with the bandit riders who had entered the village.

I saw a roaring fire rising at the intersection to the west, and a tsunami-like cry of horror, and I knew that it was a light incendiary bomb showing its might.

There were very few brethren behind me, only a dozen, and the rest were sent by me to the western junction. These dozen or so men did not go directly into the battle, but followed me, and as soon as I killed an enemy, they went up and stripped them of their armor, took their weapons, and if they could, took their horses. These bandits are well-equipped, and taking out just one is enough to arm the three of us. It didn't take long for them to ship back a dozen weapons.

It was at this time that I was finally stopped by the beast that I was running through the crowd.

It was a Kujit man with a different Glaive knife in his hand, and as I swung my deformed military hoe and smashed one flying piece of flesh after another through the crowd, I suddenly crashed into the stone, and his Glaive arced out and slammed into my military hoe.

Sparks burst out, the horse under his crotch neighed, and Herod took several steps back. He yelled: "Good man, dare to fight me for three hundred rounds?!"

I ignored him. Just kidding, now that the enemy is outnumbered, the most correct choice should be to kill and injure the enemy's living force in large numbers. Three hundred rounds of battle?

I turned around, ran past him, raised my leg and kicked over a horse, pulling the knight off the horse, and tearing the dragon tendon into two pieces. Then he threw the half-blooded entrailed man at the knights who rushed behind him, and for a moment stopped their momentum from entering the village.

At the western intersection, I began to hear a series of explosions, presumably that Guangguang's experiment with musket powder had really succeeded.

The Kujit yelled in anger, picked up the glaive and slashed at my back, and I twisted to avoid his blade, and then flashed into another crowd, raising my hand and punching two of the two bandits. The Kujits, almost vomiting blood in anger, jumped off their horses, chased after me, and stared at me.

I was in the midst of the crowd, and suddenly I noticed that outside the crowd, outside the village, there was a young knight, standing on horseback, staring in this direction, holding a horn in his hand. This must be the other leader of the bandits.

I picked up the spear that some dying bandit had planted on the ground, took a deep breath, and threw it in the direction of the young knight with all my strength. With a thunderous screech, the spear made a tense arc and flew two meters away from the young knight.

The young knight glanced at me expressionlessly, but did not speak.

I was a little annoyed, so I picked up another scimitar and threw it around. The scimitar whipped a sharp and piercing sound of wind, and the wheels skimmed over the young knight's head.

The young knight didn't bend down.

I was really angry, and I grabbed a dead horse from the ground and lifted a dead horse, and was about to throw it out for a magnificent second kill, but there was a heavy blow on the shoulder. I turned around and saw half of the Glaive blade on my shoulder, a trail of golden blood running down the edge.

I think if it weren't for the fact that I was inadvertently deprived of the pain by the roar, I guess this would have been enough to choke.

I swung my leg back and kicked the Kugit who had been chasing me out of the air, pulled the glaive knife from my shoulder, narrowed my eyes slightly, and threw it at the young man.

This time, the Glaive was struck into a circle of high-speed spinning death wheels, and flew out against the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust with a scream. I smiled and looked at the young man, thinking to myself how you hide this time, you can't hide from anyone!

The young man stared indifferently at the swift approach of the knife wheel, and suddenly sat down on the saddle, and then, with a clamp on the belly of the horse, the horse under his crotch rushed towards me. The moment he made contact with the knife wheel, he suddenly lifted the reins, and the horse took a leap into the air and jumped over the knife wheel.

When I landed, the young man was less than five meters away.

I calculated the distance and the young man's landing point, and with my left hand I held the crossbow under the cloak.

But to my surprise, the young man suddenly put down his horn at the moment of falling, drew a slender war bow from the bow pot beside his leg, and quickly wound it up, and a meteor-like arrow came straight to the door in front of me.

I staggered back two steps, a few drops of golden blood dripping from the ground at my feet. I looked at my left hand, which was in front of me, and the arrow pierced the skin of my left palm, but the cluster of arrows was embedded in the dragon's membrane beneath the skin.

The young man's eyes immediately widened. I'm satisfied, this is the first time since the war that I've seen his cold face change his expression, I take a deep breath, since you're going to be cool, let's be cool to the end.

"Dragon's roar?"

Like 10,000 fierce horses galloping, the dirt road at the entrance of the village was shoveled up layer after layer, in the violent sound wave, a concentrated air bomb sprayed out, a reckless and reckless bandit who could not dodge was hit head-on, the body seemed to be hit head-on by a hammer, the whole person deflated, blood spurted out from behind and around the body, forming a blood mist. The arrows and weapons on the ground flew out in this swirling sound wave, bringing a rain of blood.

I vaguely saw the cold-faced young man fly out in the sound waves, his head covered in blood. Just one look at it made me feel better.

Then, the intermittent sound of the horn sounded, and the bandits who were attacking around Emilin hesitated for a moment, but they still retreated in an organized manner, and stationed themselves two or three hundred meters outside the village, and the encirclement was still impenetrable. There were only a few dying bandits and lifeless horses left on the ground, and the weapons everywhere were recovered by the brothers behind.

The first wave of the bandits' attack was repulsed. At this moment, it was only half an hour after Du Fulong was shot off his horse by an arrow, and there was a river of blood on the ground. Guangguang and Parker's report, including the previous arrows, in the first wave of attacks, more than half of the brothers were killed or seriously injured and lost their combat ability, and now there will be no more than seventy who can still do it. The light incendiary bombs were also lost, and all the five or six gunpowder samples were used, but fortunately, one of the five or six formulas finally proved to be successful. Guangguang recorded the recipe and confidently assured me that after the mass production of this thing, it would definitely be an epoch-making invention.

But I don't have the heart to think about the future, I'm more concerned about how we can get out of the current situation. I glanced at Parker, let the light out, and asked him, "Why did you shoot Dufron's arrow?"

Parker snorted for a moment, but still didn't say anything.

I joked, "It's not like you can't give up the money, right?"

Parker's face flushed.

I smiled and suddenly said solemnly, "Or is it because you have another identity?"

Parker's face immediately turned white, and a hint of murder flashed in his eyes, and he immediately lowered his head to look at the ground. I'm satisfied, I've always been scared, and this time I've finally scared someone. Parker's expression at this time made me reassure me that this guy was almost exactly the same mental activity and fright level as when I was mentioned by the old G gang before, intentionally or unintentionally, when words such as the Dark Order were mentioned.

I patted Parker on the shoulder, "Relax, it's just the two of us here." So, what shall I call you, Centurion Parker, or Judge Parker?"

Parker's hand subconsciously touched his back, I had already seen the light crossbow behind his back, and I reached out and pinched his shoulder, there happened to be a fresh wound there, which should have been caused by the bandit's arrow, I pinched his finger into his wound, Parker's forehead immediately welled up with a bean-sized cold sweat, and the hand that touched his back was also loosened.

I let go, "Don't be too nervous, we're companions!" and I said it with a double meaning, and I'm sure Parker can understand it. Sure enough, Parker was stunned and looked up at me with questioning eyes.