As soon as Egil gave the order, the knights of the Guards who had gathered around him sounded their horns. The sound of three short and one long horns quickly spread throughout the four thousand crossbowmen, and the six thousand longbowmen reacted quickly - because in times of war, according to the regulations of military reform, all soldiers must have their weapons within their reach at all times - of course, there is no such strict rule on armor or anything. So at this moment, the Norman army reacted completely. But almost none were equipped with much armor. Those who have the heart will grab the helmet and put it on, and the light leather armor of the hussars is also very easy to wear. And the armor of the heavy cavalry and heavy infantry was not so simple. Some, like Egil, wore a cuirass. And many more are wearing just ordinary clothes.

Under such circumstances, Egil did not dare to go out with his army and fight against the centaurs of the ghost beasts.

Therefore, the long-range projectile class is the best choice - in fact, this base was built with a similar situation in mind, and the outermost trap is just within range of the longbow and pulley. And outside the range of nomadic archers.

"Shoot and shoot this herd of livestock," complained to Egil, and a large number of Norman infantrymen complained and climbed down from their baggage wagons. Some people also grabbed two pieces of black bread and a little jerky and decided to go back for a supper to make up for their wounded hearts. In this way, after a few minutes of commotion, I saw that the other party had no intention of retreating. Egil sneered to himself: "It's up to you. Immediately afterward, I heard the sound of crossbowmen winding up with a "crunch". This was followed by a "jump" and the concussion of the loosened bowstring......

In an instant, the longbowmen had completed two volleys, and the heavy crossbowmen had fired the first round of crossbows. Then I heard a wail from the centaur on the other side. Faintly, you can see a group of people turning on their backs (in various senses). It seems that although the centaur has very good physical fitness, it is also flesh and blood after all......

After a salvo of longbowmen who replaced rockets, the situation on the opposite side became clearer.

"Keep Shooting"

Under such a shot, the centaur archers also thought about returning fire. However, these large, strong-arm archers did not possess bows and arrows to match their strength—in fact, their bows and arrows were nothing more than crude composite bows common in the steppe. Its range is not comparable to that of a longbow, or of a powerful compound bow made in the civilized world (such as the Eastern Romans), or of a semi-mechanical pulley. Therefore, it could only hang weakly at the feet of the Norman soldiers, and even if some feathered arrows occasionally deviated from the track and hit the target, it only caused a small scratch. Doesn't do effective harm at all.

"If the county lord continues like this, the warriors can only die in vain, please order a retreat"

Under the guard of many centaurs, a pure white, unusually slender and unusually weak centaur woman frowned. With his long pale blonde hair and turquoise eyes, it was clear that this centaur had a royal bloodline unlike the others.

Hearing this, the Centaur County Lord frowned: "It is true that we should retreat." However, if they retreat like this, it will be a little too cheap for them. With that, she opened her small-looking recurve bow, though it looked a size smaller than a normal compound bow. However, the special construction makes the tension of this bow very high - and this bow has two more hooks on the left and right than a normal bow, and both hooks are also used at this moment - that is, there are a total of three bowstrings hanging from the bow at this moment

After adjusting the bowstring a little, the maiden (?) drew a special one, tied with a red ribbon on it, and the arrow was hollowed out with a delicate pattern, which looked more like a work of art than a weapon arrow, and then opened her bow and arrow, and aimed at Egil without hesitation.

"At least leave some thoughts for the other person"

As he said this, the centaur monarch released his bowstring, and with a "buzz", the arrow shot at Egil, the most eye-catching guy in the most eye-catching dress, who knew at a glance that he was a big man.

"Dangerous Lord"...,

Igir was ignorant and unaware, and several people beside him who were better than him in skill and eyesight suddenly turned pale—Robin Hood was the closest, and hurriedly pushed Egill, trying to draw his bow and arrow, but he didn't have time—and on the other two sides, two throwing knives, one large and one small, threw at the arrow, but they collided in the air and could not stop it. Sonia and Nemulis both turned their heads at the same time, and their eyes collided like lightning and thunder. They all think that the other party deliberately obstructed them. At this moment, the old hatred has not disappeared, and the new hatred has been renewed. If it weren't for the wrong place, the two spy leaders would have fought a long time ago......

At this moment, Archbishop Peter was not around in the infantry sequence, and Alpha was still wearing armor and did not come. There are only three high-end combat forces around Egil, and all three of them have made a move. In the end, it seemed that it was Robin Hood who pushed the most effective. Although it didn't allow Egil to dodge the arrow completely, it did dodge the vital point - the arrow "swished" and passed through Egil's shoulder. Directly left a cool transparent hole on Egil's body. Then it went into a bag of black bread. Not even a single tail feather was exposed.

Egil shouted "Ahhh The Norman army was in an uproar. The faces of the soldiers who saw this scene suddenly became more ugly and ugly.

Egil felt a pang of pain in his heart at the moment, as if he was about to faint, and was shot with an arrow in the shoulder, but fortunately half of his left arm was unconscious. Blood gushes like a fountain. However, at this time, Egil didn't care much, and struggled to get up, shouting, "I'm okay to keep firing arrows, I'm going to kill all those bastards."

"Where's the doctor, hurry up and call the doctor," Sonia had just watched Egil fall, her head exploding. After a while, he looked at Egil as if he was fine

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