"Whoosh!"

The first feathered arrow burst out of the string and flew into the sky with a whistling sound that tore through the eardrums, heading straight for the camp.

The flagpole that was thick at the wrist was blown up, symbolizing the status and dignity of the official flag, which hung down mournfully, and looked so helpless. Before people's eyes could be removed from the falling flag, the sound of snatching was loud, and hundreds of sharp arrows rained down, the arrows flashed with black light, and the forest was as cold as the eye of death.

"Ahh

The first screams rang out from an unknown corner, and the camp was like a barrel of explosives that had been ignited in the line of fire, and it exploded to its peak in an instant, and the wails and horses neighed, and hot blood spurted out of the flesh, dye and depict brilliant flowers.

"Shield! Ready!"

The shouts of the commanders of the guards were loud, and they looked particularly wild in the roar of locust-like arrows, and the panicked people seemed to have been injected with something, and they all woke up in the shouting and howling, and they were busy with the business at hand.

Although frightened, although frightened, but also orderly.

The snow thieves attacked from the bottom up, except for the first strong front, the rest of the bandits used projectiles, after all, the hillside has a geographical advantage, and the iron arrows falling from the sky are not very penetrating, and the focus is on attacking the heart.

As the commander thought, the most important thing in the battle is the first wave, and the most important thing in the first wave is the first blow, the morale of the winning side is greatly boosted, and the ten points can be exerted by 12 points; on the contrary, once the momentum is relaxed and the morale of the army is shaken, the defeat will be shown before the battle.

At the bottom of the hill, rows of bandits riding snow wolves began to charge, no, they never stopped, and rushed towards the hillside at high speed as soon as they appeared.

There was no preparation, no hesitation, no verbal condemnation, and at a distance of three thousand meters, it coincided with the moment when the blood power was the most abundant, and the snow wolf, whose ferocity in his body was completely aroused, was the most ferocious and the strongest in battle. The snow thief behind him was dressed in a white robe, with a seven-foot scimitar hanging from his waist, and a series of beads flew in his hands, running wildly at a speed not much slower than an arrow.

Its momentum is like the wind, and its strength is like the tide. Running snow wolves roll up snowflakes and line up a wall. A strange roar rushed towards the face, as if a cold knife was pressed on the face, making people breathless and unable to make a sound.

"Shoot!"

Kilometer distance, the most powerful distance of the bow and arrow, with the roar of the commander, more than a hundred sharp arrows were sent out from the camp. Cut it like an unfolded fan.

Forever superior from top to bottom, the guards did not throw their arrows like snow thieves, but went diagonally down in a straight line, with superior strength.

I heard only a whining sound, and a panning arrow flashed in front of my eyes, like a horizontal knife that swept through the air and slashed at the wall. Viciously lazy cut into the camp of the snow thieves, and the people turned on the wolf.

In the end, he used to be a regular soldier, not only with extremely high tactical literacy, but also with poor ordnance quality. All arrows are made of fine iron, and their power is strong enough to break through ordinary magic armor, let alone these snow thieves who only wear leather clothes for their souls.

The effect of the commander's tactics is also excellent, because the terrain is not open enough, the attack cross-section of the snow thief is only so large. There is no way to hide in the face of a rain of arrows. I was just hit head-on. After the first wave of counter-attacks, almost all the snow thieves in the front row were shot. The strange laughter and howl came to an abrupt end, and the falling body was trampled under the claws of the snow wolf that rushed up behind him, tearing it into a pulp.

The first wisps of blood bloomed on the snow, and then like a small fountain spread around, and after just three breaths, a blood-stained red ribbon appeared under the hillside, poignant and beautiful.

The snow thieves showed no signs of stopping, the front row fell, and the people behind urged the snow wolf to increase their speed, rushing to the top of the slope like a wild wave. The snow wolves who had lost their masters did not stop either, their scarlet tongues greedily pursed their lips, and their lantern-like eyes shot a cold light, leaping wildly.

"Holy shit!"

The commander was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "It's useless to shoot people, take the mounts, take those mounts!"

The expected scene did not appear, and the heart of the commander sank to the bottom. It stands to reason that the snow wolf is wild and difficult to eliminate, and if it loses the control of its owner, it should cause riots, and even gnaw on the corpse due to the stimulation of blood, thereby hindering the speed of the snow thief's advance. However, these snow wolves don't know what's going on, they all seem to see a feud, although their eyes are red from being stimulated by the blood and food around them, they refuse to stop for even a moment, just rush up.

One or two are fine, and all snow wolves are like this, and the situation is too abnormal. If the snow thieves have such ability, why should they be thieves, they are fully qualified to become the most elite army.

Three hundred against three thousand, although the commander is confident that his individual strength is superior, but the opponent is assisted by a snow wolf, and victory is already elusive. All you can rely on is the location and the bow, and you need to give the opponent maximum damage before hand-to-hand combat, and if you can't delay the opponent's speed and get close quickly, this battle will not be fought at all.

With a roar in his mouth, the Commander's gaze was hideous, and he drew his broadsword with his backhand, ready for hand-to-hand combat.

If it weren't for the sake of keeping them in reserve, he could at least have fired dozens of more arrows? The commander unconsciously felt such a thought in his heart, and secretly regretted it.

The second wave of arrows swept down like a wind, facing the vicious beasts that were stimulated by ferocity to the point of madness.

As if awakened in advance, their huge claws pressed hard and their bodies soared into the air, or they rolled on the spot, colliding with their companions or falling, but they avoided the vital point. In other words, the snow wolf is wounded but not killed.

"A gust of wind, they are a gust of wind!" someone roared, and there was despair on everyone's faces.

A gust of wind, the most powerful snow thief outside the city, is famous for its fierceness, almost no less than seven wolves and eight tigers.

The wounded beast is the most dangerous, and this saying is always true. With arrows stuck in its body, the snow wolf's roar resounded across the ground, and it struggled and roared forward again, approaching five hundred yards.

From 1,000 to 500, the average person on the slope will only have time to shoot two arrows! If the battle continues like this, only the first and most two rows of snow thieves will be eliminated, and the guards in the camp will need to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the opponent

What's more serious is that the snow thief seems to have seen the situation, and knows that the projectile against the regular soldiers is of little effect, so he simply put away his bow and arrow, took off his long knife and swung it forward, and rushed forward at full speed.

In this way, the defender will not increase the damage before engaging the enemy, but the pressure will be greater. As the threat of the other party was also decreasing, the snow thief swung his long knife, which was enough to protect most of the vital points, and it was difficult to kill them except for those who were extremely skilled in archery.

The snow wolf is terrifying enough, if someone commands it

The situation was so bad that the commander's expression became miserable, and the scar on his face jumped like a centipede several times, and he roared angrily.

"Bloody Killing Battalion, with me, huh?"

"Whoosh!

There was almost no gap, and four iron arrows flew out of the formation on their heels and feet, and swooped straight for a thousand kilometers away.

Not quite accurately, but that liliang

An exceptionally strong snow werewolf stood up, but its body rolled backwards as if it had been hit by a ram, and a cold arrow was stuck in its hardest skull, which went straight into the back of its head.

No matter what kind of wolf it is, it will have a common nickname: copper-headed, iron-legged tofu waist. This means that wolves have the strongest limbs and are very good at running and jumping, but the strongest part of their body must be the head, which is far beyond the reach of the rest of the body. Like this kind of fierce snow wolf, it can break through the shield with a single blow of the head, and if it is on a person's body, it is enough to make the chest of ordinary people collapse.

Whoever fights the snow wolf knows to attack its waist and abdomen, and a single blow will work, at least making it difficult to move.

This is not the case with the person who sent the arrow, he is not so good at archery, and he can't play tricks, but he has Liliang, a liliang who is so strong that he is outrageously strong, and he is qualified to go toe-to-toe with the snow wolf.

The liliang of the arrow was so big that it not only shot into the snow wolf's strongest head, but even pierced it into the throat of the snow thief who couldn't believe it!

It was a leader, in the third row of the Charging Snow Pirates.

Four arrows, four wolves, and four knights were not only shot dead, but knocked over! An even more serious consequence followed, and behind him, the snow thieves who rushed up after the pace of the front team had no time to dodge and were hit head-on.

Another time people turned on their backs, the difference was that a whirlpool was set off in the middle of the camp that was charging with snow thieves, as if a soldering iron was inserted into an oil pot, and it boiled instantly.

"Who's who!"

A chill welled up in his heart, and at that moment, the Commander felt as if he had been replaced, as if he were the unbelievable leader of the snow thieves, and the iron arrow was like a hand stretched out from the underworld, firmly clenched around his throat, smiling, without mercy, and squeezing it together fiercely.

It was the feeling of death, so close, so real, so cold and unforgiving.

"Good!" Unlike the commander, the surrounding guards were not strong enough, and their feelings were not as strong as his, they only saw victory, and only noticed a small commotion on the other side, and could not help but cheer in unison.

Warriors, momentum!

From victory, the only source of suicide is the blood of the opponent and the horror.

"It's a pity, how is it the back row?"

Some people are puzzled, thinking that if those arrows were used in the front row, the damage would probably be greater and the effect would be better.

People's eyes unconsciously turned in the same direction, and there was no expression on the face of the scholar in the shabby cotton jacket.

Calm, only calm, as calm as a mountain, a sea, a whole sky.

There was gushing magma beneath the mountain, a furious hurricane hidden in the sea, and the sky was wrapped in thunder and was about to roar.

"It's him!how could it be him?" exclaimed countless exclaims.

"Is that you?!" the Commander exclaimed, only doubt.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, the calm voice of Thirteen Lang was already heard in his ears, like a military order.

"The first two rows will be handed over to you, and the back will be mine. ”

It's hard to write about the battle, but when it's written, it seems to be very exciting

The passion of the old gun is still there, what about you?

(To be continued......)