"Kala ......"

The thin wooden deck barely held the weight of dozens of Cato men, but under the bridge, two wooden stakes had been violently deformed.

In addition, after the sound of logging under the bridge, the sound of wood cracking also came and went.

The violent tearing sound even drowned out the shouts of the Gatu!

Klose and a few brave carpenters were working as lumberjacks under the bridge, swords and axes flying up and down for a moment.

The Cato soldiers in the front row realized that something was wrong, but the crowd behind him made it impossible for him to retreat!

He could only continue to fight forward, and he even put his shield on his head and desperately sped up his speed!

"Click...... Long ......"

Perhaps the Cato man in the front row had made the right decision, but as more crackling sounds sounded, the bridge finally collapsed, and dozens of Gatu soldiers fell into the icy Tongtian River along with the bridge deck.

Behind them, several cavalrymen who were clearing the obstacles also fell from the bridge into the river together.

The dozens of wooden stakes in the middle of the river were all broken in an instant!

All the stakes fell due to the collapse of the bridge deck, and then sank in the water before resurfacing to the surface and being swept away by the current.

This was, of course, Leon's 'technical adjustment', and the stakes in the middle of the river had not been cut by Klose, but the sections were still neat and tidy—they had long since been sawn off, and the connecting timber for reinforcement had been removed.

The water instantly became extremely muddy, and several horses that had fallen into the river neighed and surfaced, and were gradually swept downstream with the current.

But most of the Gatu who fell into the river lost their tops in a few breaths - although the river here was not urgent, it was still not shallow, and it was more than enough to drown the armored Cato people.

Only a few men emerged from the water, grabbed some broken planks and swam back desperately, but were killed by the crossbow arrows fired from the camp.

It seems that this steppe people are not all landlubbers.

However, when they came out of the water, they were living targets, and the Cato apparently did not swim.

The warlord of Cato also fell into the river, and in fact, his men did manage to save him—at least in the river.

However, he was wearing heavy armor, and his arms and legs were pierced by arrows......

It would be a miracle if this situation managed to surface.

Seeing their leader flutter desperately for a few times before disappearing into the water, some of the Gatu began to search downstream along the river.

More of the Cato cavalry were becoming a little overwhelmed, and the queue was already in disarray.

But on Leon's side, the two mercenaries, who had already stripped their shirts, began to pick up their pants while watching the enemy on the other side of the river who was briefly chaotic.

One of them asked uncertainly: "My lord, if you capture him......

"All that is on him is yours!"

The two naked men were instantly in high spirits, jumped directly from the fort to the river, and disappeared after entering the water.

It took about two minutes for them to re-emerge from the water a few dozen meters downstream, carrying the Gato warlord who had fallen into the river.

The Nagatu warlord appeared to have fainted—presumably suffocated in the water, and the arrow wounds on his body were not fatal.

The two 'white stripes in the waves' glanced at the Cato who seemed to be stretching their bows and arrows on the other side, and took a deep breath, and then the two naked men once again dived under the water with the Cato warlord and disappeared.

When they reappeared, they were already on the bank of the river on the side of the camp.

Then, panting and having, they dragged the unconscious Gato warlord to the edge of the river, and Klose rushed out from under the bridge to meet them, dragging them up the steep slope of the riverbank.

Then, a few men ran wildly on the side of the camp - on the side facing the river was the fort, and they had to take a detour.

There were a few howling shouts from across the river, and the Cato men finally began to bend their bows and shoot arrows.

But across the river for dozens of meters, two shirtless naked men carried their leader and ran fast - no matter how good the archer was, he would be worried about accidental injury......

Moreover, Klose was behind them again - Klose, who was heavily armored and only had one slit in his eyes, was not afraid of long-range high-throw arrows from across the river.

As a result, only a few of the Catu, who were extremely confident in their archery skills, shot a few sparse arrows.

The arrows were supposed to be accurate, but none of them hit the target, and all of them were blocked by Klose's sword.

Seeing the two mercenaries from Changhe Town carry the Gato warlord into the camp, Leon let out a sigh of relief.

This improvised little trick succeeded!

Goddess bless!

Thanks to the mercenaries of Long River Town, most of them are very good at swimming - the boys who live by the lake all year round are not playing in the water since they were young.

The warlord of Cato was soon placed on the fortress - he was tied to a stake and erected in the middle of the wall like a statue.

The arrow wound on his body was even carefully stopped by Anson.

The warlord's equipment was still there—Leon and the Cato could not speak the same language, fearing that after taking off his equipment, the Cato on the other side would not know their leader.

In fact, Leon didn't want to deal with the Cato people, after all, the language barrier was difficult to lure them into tricks.

can only rely on hard work, which is completely inconsistent with Li Ang's way of thinking.

"My lord, he has ...... on him"

"Don't worry, it's all yours when the battle is over!"

A bare-chested mercenary who was wet shook his head: "My lord, I didn't mean that...... He has a sword on him that looks a lot like your previous saber! But it sank in the water, and we didn't have time to catch ......."

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, but then smiled: "It's just a sword, let's talk about it after the battle, it's hard brother." ”

The mercenary smiled proudly, and seemed to be very proud of this 'hard work': "My lord, I'll go and pick it up for you at night, don't worry, I'm not greedy for your sword ......"

Seeing the warlord who was erected as a statue on the wall, the Cato on the other side was noticeably more confused.

The Cato lost their unified command at this time.

The leader was captured, and the Cato army, which consisted of three hundreds, was clearly divided into three factions......

A group rode back and forth on the banks of the river, trying to find a place to cross the river.

A group watched across the river, and many of them took off their bows and tried to shoot at the fort where the crossbowmen were - but the presence of the arrow plates made them in vain.

There was also a team that seemed to be playing soy sauce, and slowly retreated, probably out of mind.

"Put!"

The crossbowmen were still firing bolts from the holes to the opposite side, and the safe shooting environment allowed them to aim slowly and carefully, even across the river.

The Gatu cavalry across the river fell several times in a few breaths.

Then they left the bridgehead and began to play back and forth on the riverbank, and seemed to have begun to look for a way to cross the river.

Leon did not intend to give the Gattu the idea of forcibly crossing the river, so he stood up, stood behind the Cato warlord, and began to draw his bow and arrows.

Fifteen degrees of upward fifteen degrees.

Pull the string to your cheeks, exhale, and hold your breath......

Let go.

The bow rebounds steadily, driving the bowstring to emit a gentle hum.

The arrow made a wonderful arc, and then swooped down from the sky, falling like a falcon piercing through the sky, and landed on the head of a Cato cavalry wandering on the riverbank at the farthest distance.

The sharp cone pierced the nomadic helmet and plunged deep into the back of the cavalryman's head.

Before the cavalry could say a word, they collapsed.

"Zabia! Bispera! ”

The Cato beside the cavalry shouted in terror, dispersed, and left the bank of the river, retreating farther away.

Only his horse, still pacing where he had fallen, whining and sniffing his master's face.