Soon after Carey and Carl retreated to camp, the first wave of attacks from the Ash Thieves arrived. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Led by a few chainmail-clad warriors, hundreds of bandits, poorly armed and with little armor, shouted and charged from the southwest to the top of the hill, which was not too high. All of a sudden, the sound of killing near the small hill shook the sky.

For this kind of charge, which looked menacing, but in fact lacked layers and was even a little chaotic, the caravan did not have much nervousness, and there were even some smiles on the faces of many experienced warriors.

As the leader of the team, Carey calmly observed the enemy lineup with the help of the afterglow of the setting sun, estimating the distance between the two sides. When the team of the Ash Thieves was one hundred and twenty paces away from the camp, Carey swung his great sword and yelled, "Shoot!"

Thirty crossbowmen, who had been hiding behind the improvised walls, immediately got up when they heard the order, took their already wound crossbows, and pulled the trigger on the charging bandits. In an instant, more than a dozen of the charging bandits were shot through their bodies by sharp crossbow arrows and fell in a pool of blood. The rudimentary round shields in their hands and the thin leather armor on their bodies hardly served any purpose.

"Don't be afraid, keep rushing!

Although the blow came earlier and heavier than expected, this level of casualties obviously did not intimidate these habitual bandits of the Ash Mercenary Regiment. Encouraged by the professionals in the ranks, the remaining bandits still shouted and charged forward.

After all, in the bandits' consciousness, although the attack of the bow and crossbow is sharp, it must have enough distance to exert its power, and the interval between attacks is quite long. As long as you can rush to the vicinity of the camp before the next attack, the victory is still your own.

But what these bandits didn't expect was that before they could rush out a dozen steps, the second round of sharper crossbow arrows struck again. The bandits, who were running with all their might, fell a dozen more in an instant.

This blow was obviously completely unexpected by the bandits, and the original frenzied aura dropped sharply, and some of the more cunning bandits had begun to quietly slow down. But most of the bandits, driven by inertia, continued to charge forward.

Before they could rush twenty paces, a third wave of crossbow bolts struck again. After shortening the distance by thirty or forty paces, the accuracy of the crossbow arrows increased a lot, and thirty crossbow arrows directly brought down twenty bandits. Under this sharp blow, which was far beyond the imagination of the bandits, the morale of the entire charging team was on the verge of collapse.

"It's a military repeater!"

By this time, Dick, who was leading the charge, had realized what the problem was. The bow and crossbow used by Cook's caravan were obviously not the kind of ordinary short crossbows that ordinary mercenary groups could get, but real military repeaters.

After careful preparation, this kind of repeater can fire five crossbow arrows in a row, with extreme intervals in between, and is a sharp weapon for long-range suppression in the army. Even the elite army composed of professionals can only retreat in the face of a ready-to-go crossbow array. The Cook caravan dared to travel in all directions and trade in large quantities of goods, and these thirty military repeaters were one of the confidences.

But by this time, Dick also showed the ruthlessness of the habitual bandits. Not only did he not turn around and flee, but he inspired his fighting spirit and rushed to the front of the team, shouting at the same time: "Now retreat and die faster, rush up and kill them!"

Inspired by Dick, the professional warriors who were originally hidden in the charging crowd followed Dick and accelerated the speed of the charge. These warriors were fully equipped and quick to react, so the losses in the first three waves of crossbow arrows were not large, and only one or two were unlucky enough to be slightly injured, but it did not affect the combat power too much. In a matter of moments, a cone-shaped battle formation of professional warriors had taken shape and rushed towards the camp.

Although the caravan's crossbowmen immediately adjusted the angle of their shots and tried to intercept the group of warriors, the effect was not very good. On top of the battle array, the repeater array can suppress the professionals, relying on a huge number. Thirty bolts, while powerful, are hardly enough to really suppress the charge of the pros. Although the fourth wave of crossbow bolts wounded several enemies, none of the professional fighters fell completely.

Dick, in particular, who was in the lead, waved his big sword in his hand, and blocked six or seven crossbow arrows, but his running speed did not decrease in the slightest. Without waiting for the fifth wave of crossbow arrows to be ready, Dick had already rushed to a distance of fifty paces from the camp, and if he went a little further, he could launch a combat charge, avoid the last wave of crossbow arrows, and kill into the camp.

At the same time, two screams came from due west towards the camp gate, and the two soldiers in charge of guarding the gate fell to the ground, and a short figure emerged from the shadows and opened the camp gate. Then the four figures rushed into the camp and slaughtered in the direction of the crossbowmen. These people are agile, and they are all thieves of the Black Iron Rank. And the first to sneak into the camp and open the gate was none other than the deputy head of the Ash Thieves Regiment, Jeff the Rank 8 Thief.

It turned out that before the regimental commander Dick led the charge, Jeff had sneaked to the vicinity of the camp with his four Black Iron Rank thieves. Led by Jeff, a bronze thief, the team completely avoided the traps set by the caravan and lurked near another gate to the camp. This not only avoided the main force of the caravan, but also opened the camp gate at the critical moment, paving the way for most of the storming into the camp, which is also the usual routine of the Ash Thieves.

Although the strength of the Cook caravan's defenses was clearly beyond the expectations of the Ash Thieves, the charge of the large army was dealt a heavy blow and was almost on the verge of collapse. But after discovering that the regimental commander Dick was not ready to retreat, Jeff immediately made a decision, opened the camp gate according to the plan, and directly attacked to try to disrupt the caravan defense and share the pressure for Dick's regimental commander.

At this critical moment, as the leader of the team, Carey did not mess up, and after waving his hand to signal Carl to lead the team to block the thieves entering the camp, Carey tore open the three scrolls that had been prepared in his hand.

"Die for me!" three fireballs the size of a basin flew out almost simultaneously at the roar of Carry, smashing into the Ash Thieves as they prepared to charge.

After three loud bangs, most of the dozen or so fighters, led by Dick, fell. Although there were three or four of them because of their position behind, they burst out in time to block the aftermath of the explosion of the three fireball techniques, but at this time, they were also scorched black, spitting blood, and their bodies were shaky. Only the regimental commander, Dick, remained at the forefront.

But Dick knew in his heart that he was just looking good. As a representative of the three-ring spell, the fireball technique has always been considered the most practical attack spell. The power of a fireball explosion is not much weaker than that of a bomb. Hit by three fireball spells, even if Kairi is a warrior, the skill of magic items used is not high, and he cannot accurately lock on to the target, but the power of the explosion alone is still enough to kill most of the bronze rank professionals.

Dick was able to escape under this kind of attack, in addition to being agile and avoiding the core of the explosion, the most important thing is that he practiced flame fighting qi and had a certain resistance to fire damage. Coupled with a strong enough vindictive defense, he barely survived.

But even so, Dick almost ran out of fighting energy, and his body was also greatly impacted. He didn't vomit blood and fall like the other fighters, but Dick relied on his strong physical fitness to hold on.

"Withdraw!" Feeling the state of his body, and then glancing at the half-fallen warriors and the ordinary bandits who had collapsed, Dick gritted his teeth and gave the order to retreat. In this case, there is no possibility of victory in the attack, and if you hesitate any longer, I am afraid that even you will die here.

At the same time as the order was given, Dick turned around and charged at one of the fleeing bandits, and with the support of his combat skills, he quickly opened the distance from the camp and blended into the crowd. While dodging the last wave of crossbow arrows, he also dodged the long arrows fired by Carey.

The other warriors who were able to move immediately followed suit and charged at their own people. Although a few hapless bandits were hit hard by the charging skills of their own men, three warriors managed to retreat under the cover of numerous bandits.

Seeing Dick and the others fleeing with heavy injuries, Deputy Regiment Commander Jeff whistled, forced away Carl, who was fighting with him, waved his cloak, and disappeared into the shadows. This is a combat skill that can only be mastered by bronze thieves 'disappearing', with the help of the power of shadows, instantly covering their own whereabouts and entering a stealth state, which is the first way for thieves to escape for their lives.

However, Jeff can easily get out, and the remaining four Black Iron Rank thieves will not have this good luck. Before entering the bronze level, the thief can barely borrow some shadow power to achieve the stealth effect, but this effect takes time to prepare. During the battle, the enemy would not give these Black Iron Rank thieves a chance to re-enter the stealth state.

Carl, in particular, was a little inexperienced, and could only watch Jeff retreat into the darkness. The resentment was vented on the remaining four thieves. With him, a bronze-level thief, presiding over the attack, the four black-iron-rank thieves were killed by the guards who cooperated tacitly without raising any waves.

"Victory, victory!" killed the last thief, and the whole camp burst into earth-shattering cheers. Although a few people died in this camp, they completely defeated the attack of the Ash Bandits, killing dozens of bandits and a dozen professionals. It can be counted as a brilliant victory.

Compared to the excited crowd, Carey did not let his guard down. The enemy that has just been dispatched is supposed to be only a part of the strength of the Ash Thieves, and the combat method adopted by the Thieves is also the method used by the Thieves when they want to seize the goods, and there is no trace of the participation of the Light Judges.

This also means that the enemy just lost the strength of the Ash Thieves, and the power of the Light Judge was not lost at all. And in order to reduce casualties, Carey has already used the fireball scroll that Miss Alyssa specially sent before. This is equivalent to saying that the Judge of Light has exchanged the flesh and blood of the Ash Thieves for one of the caravan's hole cards. Although it can't be said that it is a loss, it is really difficult to say how the next battle will develop

"Hurry up and reload your crossbow bolts while staying vigilant, now is not the time to relax. Seeing the bandits regrouping in the distance, Carey shouted.