Chapter 133: The Longbowman

Under the woods. ()

Two of Sagron's men skillfully unfastened the armor of the two recently dead soldiers, and they seemed to be extremely skilled in untying the ropes on their armor. These two soldiers did not seem to be ordinary peasant soldiers, for their equipment was much better than that of the peasant children who had at most leather clothing.

Helmets, overcoats, capes, chain mail, one piece of equipment after another were removed. Finally, after the greener removed the cotton clothes worn by the soldiers, the two corpses became two white huāhuā rou bags. Two men in cloaks gave their longbow jiāo to their companions, then held the body over their shoulders and walked towards the depths of the forest.

Sagron crouched on the ground and rummaged through the soldier's belongings, and when he found a bag containing gold coins, he smiled and threw them to a man who had just fired a fatal arrow to the soldier.

"The sheep you slaughter, the sheep máo belongs to you."

The goblin had dropped his spear and walked over, staring intently at one of the green forest archers in front of him. These people didn't seem to mind the goblin's gaze at all, at most they shrugged their shoulders slightly after spotting the goblin's overly concerned gaze, and then moved away from the goblin's realization.

"Oh my God," the goblin shook his head, "Arcadio, your friends are really everywhere, as many as your enemies. ”

Saglon stood up and waved his hand. Two of his subordinates, who had already taken off their upper clothes, walked over, and then began to bury their heads in putting on the armor that had been withdrawn from the soldiers, although a set of armor had arrow holes pierced on it, and they were all splashed with blood, but it was still very good for others to try it with this.

Seeing the two subordinates gradually transform into Imperial soldiers, Saglon stood up satisfied. He thought for a moment, then untied a skin from his waist and threw it to my father, "Have a drink, it was cold last night, and I met these two guys in the morning, drink some wine to warm up." ”

Father took the sac from the air, pulled out the cork, and took a sip of it.

"Thank you," Father flicked his wrist. Behind me, the goblin led my mother over.

"How did you find here?"

"Oh, that's right," said Sagron to his father as he tightened the straps behind his back with one of his men disguised as soldiers, "and we have been walking south, and we saw black smoke earlier yesterday, so we came over to see what was going on. At night, there was a spectacle in the forest, as if there was a fire, and we noticed it at once. So we continued to walk in this direction overnight. We met you this morning. ”

"It's too much of a coincidence." My father said in disbelief, "If no one tells you, it is almost impossible to choose the same path in the forest as we do." ”

"Hehe," said Sagron, strapping his men, patting him on the back and letting him go away, "there are so many coincidences that we'll have to go all the way to the Nord Seashore." But there's no time left. Arcadio, just as God could have sent you to save our village, God can send us to save your family. Of course, it's useless to talk about that now. Pack up and get ready to go with us, throw away all the things you don't want, we have good things in the north'''"

No sooner had Sagron finished his words than there was a commotion outside the woods.

"Jones, you idiot, why did you go with Archie for so long"

A horseman recklessly crept in from outside the woods, looked at us from afar, and at once restrained his horse's head. Apparently, the cavalryman was taken aback, and although he had been told to be careful, he did not expect to find a large group of armed green forest bandits in a wood. Those who had been confining the surrounding greenery drew their bows and struck at the cavalryman.

All around me, locust-like arrows flew towards the cavalry and his mount, the sound of the wind of arrows was clear. The cavalryman bent down against his horse, then pulled the reins, urging his mount to run outside.

The dozen or so archers of Sagron who stood on the outermost side continued to shère, taking a few steps with each shè strike, moving quickly as they struck. A dense array of bows and arrows rushed towards the light cavalry.

The cavalry turned and ran, and I saw a few arrows hit him in the saddle and back, but none of them stopped him. He was far away, and the dense trees provided him with cover, and soon he disappeared behind the woods.

The archers stopped and looked back at Sagron.

Outside the woods, the mournful sound of a horn began to sound. A few morning birds were startled and fluttered their wings through the forest and swept towards the sky. In the night, the blades of grass moistened with water shook slightly, and the water condensed into beads at the tips of the leaves fell to the ground quietly.

The woods fell silent.

Sagron looked coldly in the direction of the cavalry's departure, and then slowly turned back to his father and said, "It seems that we can't go to Nord together." You and your family go first. ”

Father bit down, listened to the distant trumpet, and shook his head, "I'll stay with you." ”

"Don't be a hero," Sagron smiled wryly, "and we won't be able to hold off those people for long." If you want to fight, you can definitely find a chance, but I don't want to see you bleed in front of me. Kazak said that he should listen to the voice of the immortal heaven. Now the Immortal Heaven tells me that you must be kept behind my back. ”

Sagron whistled, and three sturdy horses came out, tied together by ropes, and a short man harnessed them.

"These are all good Wechian steppe horses," Sagron looked at them lovingly, "I have taken a lot of effort to get these treasures, and they can take you to Nord, even if I don't have any hard work." Let's go, Arcadio."

Sagron opened his hands, and his father was stunned for a moment, then walked over and hugged him.

"I've got people all the way to the north who can help you get to the north and keep getting my message. In less than a week, you'll be able to see us back in the North Sea, and if you're unlucky, you'll hear my bad news. Don't say it, let's hit the road."

Father looked at the silent foresters around him, and put his long sword into the scabbard, "We will wait for you in the North Sea." ”

Sagron smiled and pulled his cloak up.

With the help of a few longbowmen, my father and mother rode one horse, the goblin and I rode another, and the rest was tied behind us for later use.

The cloaked archers had already begun to disperse into the surrounding woods, and the two archers, disguised as soldiers, hid their daggers in their arms, and then had the brothers tie a knot in their hands in disguise, and then quietly knelt on the ground and waited.

Centered on the two disguised soldiers, the longbowmen scattered and hid in the woods dozens of yards away, their clothes perfectly hidden among the trees, even if they stood on the opposite side, they could not be seen, they quietly took their bows, waiting for the enemy to come.

Voices were already growing outside the woods, and the cavalry had already gathered a large force.

Right here, the trees that are full of life in the morning are about to be soaked in blood.

A blackbird landed and landed on the branches, and it swayed the branches under its feet up and down. It wouldn't have known that in this peaceful wood, a vicious war between men was about to break out. A cloaked archer looked up at the blackbird from under the cloak, his eyes flickering slightly.

The father clamped the black horse under his crotch, rubbed his hand against its handsome neck, and threw himself away.

Seeing this, our horses followed, and we ran all the way into the forest.

Just behind us, at the edge of the forest, one hand pushed away the leaves that obscured our view, and the owner of this hand looked hard ahead. He then saw two of his comrades tied up, kneeling on the ground and dying.

It was an Imperial scout, and he beckoned back.

Behind the scouts, from the low bushes, a large number of soldiers suddenly rose.

The soldiers were like ants full of spirits, coming out of the nest. The scout quietly reported the previous news to the officers, and an officer with a bandage on his arm briefly observed it and gave the order to spread the siege. The soldiers were instructed and slowly dispersed.

The spearmen walked ahead, stabbing at every suspicious bush, their bright red uniforms pouring into the green jungle like hot lava. The icy armor soaked the morning water, and the soldiers had been tired all night, having no interest in the coming battle, but out of disgust and anger they were determined to make anyone who dared to resist pay the price.

In the shadows, the archers of the green forest creaked and tightened their bowstrings.

Approaching the two kneeling men, the soldiers saw blood on their armor. Not knowing the lives and deaths of these two men, and fearing the ambush around them, the soldiers did not dare to approach easily. The soldiers in the middle stopped and stopped, and only when the soldiers on either side had taken up positions protecting their flanks did they stand up slightly in relief.

A squad leader cautiously walked out, calling out the names of two of his men from afar, asking them who was ambushing them, but there was no response.

He cursed under his breath, gripping the dagger in his hand even tighter. The captain looked at the two men again, and after making sure they were tied behind their backs, he began to walk towards them. Behind the captain, the soldiers followed him, keeping a certain distance, following his footsteps.

The captain walked up to the two people, "You two pigs are tied up and can't make a sound, we have to come to you in person."

He bent down, ready to cut the rope from a soldier's hand, and he moaned the soldier's hand, warm.

In an instant, the feeling of danger rushed straight into the captain's brain.

He felt the sharp gaze flickering beneath him, and in the next second, two daggers pierced through the gap under his chestnut armor. He endured the severe pain, choked the hands of the two people under him with both hands, and turned around and screamed in despair, alerting the other subordinates of danger.

Before the soldiers could see what was happening in front of them, they saw their captain stand up and fall limply to the ground. The captain's mouth was gushing with blood, and the soldier who had just been tied up in front of him fled deep into the woods, still holding a blood-dripping dagger in his hand.

The sāo movement appeared among the soldiers, and they all looked around in horror, and countless flaws and gaps appeared in the ranks that had been well covered by formations and shields.

At this time, under the shadow of the forest, the first arrow was off.