This camp is obviously abnormal, and the Gatu people are very experienced in the battle formation, so they naturally will not attack easily.

At the same time as the scouts were sent to investigate, two centurion-like war riders in the Cato team also came out and shouted a few words of Cato in a loud voice that they did not understand.

I don't understand the meaning, but there is one word in it that Leon understands.

That word is "Juan".

Leon also understood the intentions of the two centurions - if it weren't for Leon, the bridge would have been repaired. They were supposed to be asking Juan to come out and see them across the river......

It seems that Juan still didn't tell the truth completely after all, he actually knew the role of this camp, and he also knew the Cato people. was able to deceive Leon and Sarah in a nine-truth-one-false way in torture before, and he did have extremely good acting skills enough to win an Oscar.

However, Juan was dead, and there was no way to fool the two Gatus through him.

Sarah's face darkened under the fort, and she must have heard the word too, probably with some reproach.

The warlord of Cato beside Leon began to struggle violently after hearing these two words, but Leon was pinched by his neck, his body was tied again, his mouth was still gagged, and the helmet on his head obscured all his expression—he could not convey any useful information.

The two war riders cautiously looked at the terrain around the camp, then at the struggling warlord, and retreated.

They were divided into two teams of hundreds.

One was on the south slope of the camp, facing the camp 'gate' - that is, a gap without a fence, even if it was a doorway, but there was no door at all.

The other, on the relatively flat east side of the camp, was on the western side of the hill, the direction in which Juan had fled, and it was not very convenient to ride horses.

It was a cautious posture of siege.

But Li Ang didn't plan to break through, but planned to delay time, and if he delayed for one more minute, the chance of reinforcements arriving would be one point greater.

The caution of the Cato was just what he expected.

Then, the people of Cato who surrounded the camp took off their bows, drew their arrows, and all looked at Leon in the middle of the camp, but no one raised their bows and pulled the strings.

It was raining, and the hard and horned bows of the Cato would be affected, and the accuracy would be much worse, and they should not have planned to kill the warlord in front of Leon by mistake.

Leon was actually quite nervous in his heart, for fear that the other side would really fire arrows - what if this Cato cavalry didn't plan to pay attention to this captured little warlord?

He had been pinching the warlord, in fact, he was planning to use him as a shield when necessary......

But it seems that the Cato were in charge.

The status of this warlord is estimated to be so much higher than that of the two centurions outside.

It's also normal, this guy led three centurion teams before, and his identity must be above the centurion.

The Cato had prepared their bows and arrows, and they should have only prevented themselves from breaking through.

After a ten-minute standoff, the Gato scouts returned—there were no ambushes around.

So the Cato began to attack tentatively.

They only sent the team down the gentle slope.

The team on the side was still staring at Leon with their bows.

The attacking Gatu did not use their superior cavalry and archery, but rushed towards the camp with their rifles.

The shout of "Usa" sounded again.

Obviously, they didn't want to accidentally injure the captured warlord of Cato, but they weren't too concerned - they probably just didn't want to kill the warlord by shooting arrows with their own hands, but they didn't care whether Leon would kill him or not.

It may be that they belong to different tribes.

The gentle slope of the front was not steep, but the ground was muddy and uneven, and it was not possible to run too fast on horseback, so Leon dragged the warlord of Cato back slowly to the wooden fort.

Ahead, in the splashing muddy water, more than a dozen cavalrymen were the first to pour into the camp.

At the forefront was one of the two centurions.

There are quite a few obstacles in the camp, and it is not a good place for horseback riding - piles of wood, stone stoves, all kinds of messy wooden shelves, mangers...... There's everything.

However, the leading war rider seemed to be confident in his horsemanship, and he did not dismount, but charged straight at Leon with his rifle.

"Klose!"

It was only when the rifle was only a few meters away from Leon that Leon shouted, and then sent the Gato warlord in his hand forward—in front of him.

The war rider was really good, pulled his horse off the rails, and then with a very handsome gesture came with a horizontal spear - the horse raised its hooves and came to a sharp stop, and let out a crisp neigh.

But within half a second, the horse's neighing came to an abrupt end.

Klose swooped out of the inconspicuous haystack next to him, his sword whipping up the flying grass clippings.

The sword light swept out a huge half-moon shape, splitting the confident war rider into four parts.

The spray of blood poured on him, staining his heavy armor a bright red ruby color.

"Stormtroopers!"

"Hah!"

Ten stormtroopers, half armed with broadswords and the other half with one-handed infantry swords in each hand, sprang out from all corners of the camp and pounced on their nearest enemy.

The nearest enemy had dismounted, and lunged at Leon with shields and scimitars—probably the centurion's elite, also wearing masked helmets.

But Leon shook his shield with his human flesh, and then with a sword in one hand, he cut down the Gatu man to the ground.

The speed of the sword is extremely fast, and it seems that there is no movement at all, and you can't even see the sword light.

This knight's sword, which he was most familiar with and most comfortable with, might have a hard time slicing through high-quality plate armor, but when facing lightly armored enemies, it was like an artifact in Leon's hands.

With no rain of arrows overhead, and a deliberate pile of weapons in the camp so that the enemy could not use their spears to charge, the macho men of Metenheim could stand up to any enemy in such an environment with many obstacles.

Try to choose the battlefield yourself, let the environment suit your side, you must ambush if you can ambush, and you must sneak attack if you can sneak attack. This is the usual operational thinking of Li Ang.

It's all that can be arranged in the short minute before the enemy.

This kind of encounter can't use any peerless tricks, and the art of war is nothing more than heaven, earth and man.

The time, the place, the people......

Ahem, the number of people is indeed a little less.

With no enemies left around and the crossbowmen already shooting arrows, Leon threw the Cato warlord back and rushed out with his sword.

Sarah took the human shield from behind him and placed her sword across the warlord's neck.

Without noticing, Lesri ran out of Sarah's side, and at some point took a short spear in her hand, and pierced a Gatu man with his back to her.

The Gatu had been struggling to resist Sammer's surprise attack, but he was stumbled by a woman.

Lesri's eyes were blood-red at this time, her face was extremely hideous, she stepped on the dead Gatu, and pulled out her short spear with all her might, and her whole body was splattered with a large amount of blood.

The blue dress was dyed a seeping purple brown.

Then, as if in a trance, she turned around and began to look for other opponents.

But a Cato man, who had dismounted, was now rushing from behind her flank.

Anson, who was also hiding next to Sarah, watched Lesley's behavior, suddenly pushed down the wooden plank hiding in front of him, gritted his teeth and swung his sword and rushed behind Lesley.

I don't know if Anson was too lucky, or the Gatu behind Lesli was too poor, this almost indiscriminate sword actually succeeded in hitting the Gatu's vital point - half of the neck was cut open, the head was about to break, and a large wave of blood sprayed on Lesley's face again.

Lesri looked back with blood-red eyes, saw that it was Anson, and then looked at the Cato who had fallen at Anson's feet, and the blood in her eyes seemed to be clearer.

Anson dragged Leslie to the bottom of the fort, "Go back!" ”

After throwing the brave businesswoman into the place where he had been hiding beneath the fort, Anson turned around, sword in both hands, and stood in front of Leslie.

His hands trembled slightly, but his posture at this time was extremely firm and fearless.

Like a true knight.