Chapter 007: Training Results

Characters in this chapter: Alleyne, Mocha, Wiggins, Manid. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

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Dawn, like a sharp sword, splits the silent night and ushers in the rising sun.

Autumn mornings are beautiful, the sun has just risen over the horizon, casting golden light on the earth, and everything has awakened with the first rays of sunlight shining on you.

At sunrise in the east, the mist was scattered by the light, the quiet street began to be filled with noisy people, the street was filled with the smell of dew, the shadows of the trees gradually faded, the stars gradually decreased, and the sky gradually rose.

As the sun rose, Alleyne saw a small dark cloud moving slowly in the distance, particularly striking on the plain.

Mo Mocha pointed to the front excitedly: "Boss, have you seen it, those people must be what we are looking for, they can't be wrong!"

Alleyne patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, it seems that it was the right decision to find you in the first place." You're all here, I'll go ahead and ask them if they're the Grey Cloak we're looking for. Everyone, stand by!"

Alleyne hurried towards the dark clouds, and finally caught up with them. Sure enough, it was a group of very strange people, each carrying a gray wooden stick in their hands, which must be the ebony staff that Boss Suke said.

Some of the peasant-looking people were pushed away by them, and some of them walked slowly, and the gray cloaks drew their sticks and beat them down fiercely, and for a time the whirring of sticks and begging for mercy were endless.

Alleyne leapt up to the Grey Cloak and stopped a guy who looked like a leader: "Stop, who are you and why are you tying them up?"

The man in the lead glanced at him obliquely: "We are the servants of the god Medius, and we are going to take them overseas and let them be baptized by God." Brother, do you want to come too, as long as you swear to the god Medius, you are part of our family. ”

Alleyne spat the ground: "I won't listen to your nonsense, let alone believe that there is any Medius God, the real God is in your heart, not in your mouth." Whatever your purpose for tying up these peasants, it has nothing to do with me. Now, I command you, let them go! Don't force me to do it myself!"

The leader laughed uncontrollably: "Foolish heretic, do you think you are an opponent of the servants of our gods?

As soon as he blurted out the word "Shang", Alleyne grabbed the horse's belly and left these people like a wind.

Behind him there was the sound of arrows breaking through the air, and a crossbow bolt grazed his body and plunged diagonally into the dirt beneath the horse's hooves.

Immediately afterward, several more crossbows formed a net behind Alleyne, trying to trap him in it.

Aryn drew his sword and turned around on his horse, and with a flash of his sword, a crossbow bolt broke in two, and fell to the ground weakly. The others failed to hit the target and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"I dare to show my eyes with this little effort, hum, it's really hopeless. Alleyne raised his middle finger far away at the leader.

"Damn, brethren, that deserving of a thousand swords is disrespectful to our god Medeus!kill him and sacrifice him to the god Medeus!" the leader roared at the other gray cloaks.

The rest of the grey cloaks had a fanaticism in their eyes as they raised their sticks and ran towards Aren with the cooperation of a small number of crossbowmen.

The one closest to Ellen had already raised his stick in the air, as if to slash the other party at once.

Alleyne finally breathed a sigh of relief, this group of brainless guys has finally been fooled. He drove his horse slowly, raising his shield to block the bolts, and hurried towards where his soldiers were hiding.

When the Grey Cloaks were almost a hundred meters away from his soldiers, Alleyne suddenly accelerated and said to Wiggins, who was standing by in place, "Arrange your troops!" Wiggins, it's time to show off your training results, let them have a good drink!"

Wiggins' eyes lit up instantly, but he immediately calmed down and shouted in a slightly hoarse voice, "Shield!"

Ten infantrymen stepped out of the ranks and raised their shields in the direction of the gray cloaks, some even above their heads.

Alleyne was a little confused, what was he doing with his shield so high? This was the rhythm of surrender?

In the next second, the ten people fiercely raised their shields and smashed them to the ground, and there was a sound of breaking the earth, and those shields were firmly fixed on the ground, forming a shield wall, protecting the others behind them.

Alleyne nodded with satisfaction, this Wiggins still has two hands, and it is not a loss that he has been in the army.

Wiggins then shouted, "Archers, hide behind the shield wall and release the arrows!"

As soon as the fifteen archers heard the order, they consciously stood in a row behind the infantry at the head, stretched their bows and arrows, and a dozen arrows whistled towards the gray cloak.

Unfortunately, it was too far away, and the bandits' longbows were of inferior quality, and most of the arrows had lost their direction when they flew in front of the gray cloak, causing no damage at all.

Wiggins immediately saw that something was wrong, and with a wave of his hand downward, the archers stopped firing their arrows and stared at Wiggins without blinking, waiting for his gesture.

It wasn't until the Grey Cloaks approached that Wiggins made a gesture, and in an instant, more than a dozen bows were filled, and a rain of powerful arrows enveloped the Grey Cloak at once.

Even a salvo of fifteen men was very powerful, and with such an attack, at least five Grey Cloaks were killed on the spot, and the god Medius who saw them was gone.

Wiggins still frowned, counting things with his fingers from time to time.

At this time, the archers' fire suppression still did not stop, and the opponent had already fallen a dozen people, but the rest were still rushing forward desperately, as if they had completely forgotten that they themselves had no combat effectiveness.

Who was Medius who could make his followers work so hard for him?

Wiggins finally stopped counting. His brow furrowed, and then a punch slammed into a person's shoulder: "Ryan, kill that leader first!"

The man named Ryan let out a "roar!", reached out and licked his fingertips with his tongue, then closed his eyes and let his fingers sway in the wind.

Alleyne beckoned Wiggins over, "Who is Ryan, and what is he doing now?"

Wiggins laughed and said: "Boss, this Ryan is amazing, when I first met him, I found that this guy actually hit a target 70 meters away with a shuttle, he is a rare crossbowman, he is now using his senses to sense the wind direction and speed, and adjust the state." ”

As he spoke, Ryan had loaded his crossbow and raised it to his shoulder, his left eye closed, and his right index finger resting on the trigger. After aiming at the target, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A crossbow bolt flew out of the slot, stabbing the leader into the heart with precision. The man's footsteps faltered, his gaze wandered, and then he swayed in a circle, finally letting go of his grip on the ebony staff, and fell to the ground.

The death of the leader did not seem to frighten the rest of the Grey Cloaks, who still tried to break through the line. It's a pity that when they finally broke through to the 30-meter range, their end was doomed.

Wiggins shouted almost hoarsely, "Infantry, throw spears!"

More than a dozen spears flew out of our battle formation, pinning the gray cloaks to the ground fiercely. Some can still writhe, and some die on the spot.

It wasn't until the last Grey Cloak abandoned his armor and surrendered that Wiggins breathed a long sigh of relief: "Boss, how about Boss, I'm training well, right?"

Alleyn smiled and punched him in the shoulder: "Good boy, it's really you, you will be an instructor in our team in the future, and all the recruits will be handed over to you to train." ”

Mo Cha suddenly tugged at his clothes: "Boss, look!