The Kugit left more than a dozen corpses in our distance, and just as many were wounded.

The morale of these Kugit herdsmen was not very high, but the bows and arrows were very good, and they fired their arrows very accurately when they approached more than twenty paces on horseback, and I saw one of the pioneers shot in the left arm, and then dismounted by two Kugit cavalrymen with rope loops. The pioneer was dragged by a Kugit for hundreds of paces, grinding off half of his face on the ground.

After one dead and three wounded, the cavalry squad, unable to support the orderly formation, charged in a dense manner, routed more than a dozen Kugit herdsmen who tried to thwart them, and returned to the edge of our camp. We had three big cars, but there were only two with me, and the other car was burning brightly with Kugit torches. The Kugit carried not only torches, but also a black ointment that burned so much that when lit, it emitted a pungent scorching smell and flames that rose high. In the Kugit steppe, there are two swamps where such ointment can be collected, and the surrounding plants are all sickly, and in the middle depression periodically gushes out such black ointment. Kugit herders collect such black oil, which can be bought in the city, and every Tallinn likes such things. The navy of the Zenda people used to buy such ointments on a regular basis, and there are still workshops left at that time in Kugit that are responsible for canning such ointments and transporting them to the warm southern seashores. Now such workshops have disappeared, and the villages attached to them have been abandoned, only some Kugit Tallinn remembers such goods, which they distributed to cavalry units. During the raid, there are special people who are responsible for fire prevention to frighten the enemy.

After shooting a Kujitte to death. The Kugit consciously avoided the area around my cart, or simply ran quickly. I didn't miss at all, and after that I only hit the horses of two Kugit cavalrymen, wasting a lot of crossbow arrows.

Our squad blew a poignant horn and returned to me. The Kugit fired arrows from afar, and they fell beside us like locusts flying about. The last time I aimed at a group of people to shoot my arrows, I saw the Kugit spontaneously gather in two groups, and after forming their formation, they began to approach us. The arrows that fell around us were more dense. I had five or six arrows tied to the cloth pockets of one of my carts, most of which hung loosely rather than upright, and the Kugit bows were not strong. But after a while, when they approached us forty or fifty paces, it was different.

Elune's daughter pushed the cart away, separating them to the sides. Then she led her horse to the side of the cart, and at once two arrows were struck in the saddle, and the remaining pioneers and Kugit began to surround the horses.

The Kugit began to throw javelins. A horse received a javelin around its neck. It screamed, and rushed out with the pioneers behind it who had not yet had time to dismount. Several Kugits whistled and followed him with spears to tie his horses. The pioneer had been stabbed in the waist with a spear, which made him unable to sit still. He screamed and tried to jump, but his mount tripped over his front leg by a rope pulled by three Kujits. The horse fell headlong diagonally, and he was thrown forward before the horse could kneel. The horse crushed his leg. He howled a few times and was stabbed in the throat with a spear by a Kujiit. Then several Kugit horses trampled on him, and he died after a few movements.

I loaded a crossbow, and one of the pioneers immediately took it and fired a crossbow at a few Kugits who were shooting arrows in the distance. One of the Kugits had been shot in the chest, but his armor protected him, and he rode away from there, covering his wounds, and the Kugits around him scattered and fired at us a few feeble arrows that either missed our cart or flew behind us.

Elune's daughter slaughtered a wounded horse to prevent it from running outside. When the horse was killed, its limbs moved violently, but Elune's daughter seemed to turn a blind eye, she held the horse's neck, but she couldn't hold it at all, the horse's head was swinging violently, and the two wounds on the neck were gurgling out, and the blood covered half of her face, making her look like a bloody person. After a while, when the horse finally stopped moving, Elune's daughter immediately began to pile the boxes and sacks on top of the cart. Another horse died more than ten feet next to us, and when the two Kugits tried to pull it over, a group of herdsmen fired arrows at them, which caused them to shrink back. The place where we chose to camp had a little depression, which was a blessing in disguise, and many of the arrows were blocked by the small slope in front of us.

Two Kugit men took out a small bag, cut the rope tied to the bag with a dagger, and poured half a pot of clods of earth into a small basin. A Kugit lit a piece of cloth soaked in oil with a fire sickle and velvet, and the small cloth burst into flames. The Kugit carefully stuffed the strip of cloth into the basin, and a large amount of smoke came out of the clods of earth, and the choking stench immediately overflowed with the air, and the violent smoke slowly gathered and rose.

"What is this?" I asked a Kugit man who drew a bow.

His arrow missed the string and flew away grazing a herdsman's shoulder, and he glared at me fiercely, as if I had influenced him, "Wolf dung, you idiot, shut up!" ”

There are seven more Kugit on our side who can draw bows, and these have a special kind of black language, and they speak Kugit characters that only they can understand. They always shoot six or seven arrows at the same time, aiming at one herdsman, and even if four or five arrows miss, one or two will always hit the opposite person. These Kugits don't shoot arrows like I did, but they fill up their bows and wait for their companions to shoot together.

Two more horses fell on the opposite side, one fled the battlefield, and six or seven Kugits were wounded.

The Kugit distanced themselves from us, and fired arrows from a distance. They surrounded our campsite, blowing trumpets from afar, and from time to time groups of twenty men approached us. Shoot a flurry of arrows at us, then evacuate. The Kugit tactics are very annoying. They are nimble like dust in the air, always when we can't do both. Surrounded from all sides, shoot a showdown of arrows, or throw a shower of javelins.

When we arrived at the camp, we suffered two more casualties, one was shot in the shoulder and completely lost the ability to draw a bow, and the other was shot in the eye with a javelin, and died without a word, and his brain was flowing all over his mouth along the crumbling of his skull. There are less than 10 of us.

Copernicus was on the side helping with the crossbow. But his clumsy movements caused the string to unhook before it could be tightened, and the crossbow arm struck the ground, splashing a cloud of sand, and the crossbow bounced off and smashed his head, causing his head to break a large piece of skin and begin to bleed. Bella had been tearing up a few pieces of clothing from the beginning, and at this time, she quickly bandaged Copernicus's wound and pressed the wound of the Kugit who had been shot in the shoulder. That Kujiit was about the same age as me. At this time, a lot of sweat poured out of his face, as if he had taken a bath.

The first hour was the most tormenting and the most casual.

Later, the battle became our fearful defense.

The Kugit whistle on all sides. Chopped off the heads of our dead soldiers and swaggered around with spears.

At one point, more than thirty Kugits ran in circles around our camp. Shoot arrows at us.

The formation was terrifying, and the attacks we were taking were coming from all directions. An arrow came from behind me and hit the chest next to me. The sound of 'dang' made me crouch down in horror, and I could see the tail of the arrow shaking violently on one side of my face. After that, I hardly dared to stand up, and as soon as I stood up, I quickly aimed at the Kujiit on the opposite side and shot indiscriminately and crouched, always feeling that an arrow would immediately fly from my back.

The choking smoke had driven me crazy, and though the moon was bright, I didn't know if the people in the town could see it, and even if they did, would the ambiguous Tallinn send reinforcements?

"We should send someone to the town," said one of the pioneers, "that Tallinn would not dare provoke the pioneers!" ”

"You're a stupid pig," said Elune's daughter, "and you're going to die on the way." ”

"I'm going to die here, not going out!"

"You're going to be killed by the people of Tallinn before you even enter the city, if he doesn't want you to enter the city." Elune's daughter stood up majestically, puffed out her cheeks, and aimed at a shouting Kugit herdsman, an arrow flew diagonally along her forehead, leaving a scar there, but Elune's daughter still held steady her arm and fired the arrow, accurately hitting the man's belly, the Kugit was not seriously injured, and the slope cursed so much that he turned his head and ran back dozens of steps.

The intensity of the Kujits' arrows slowed down, and most of the approaching Kujits made a fuss, fired a sparse burst of arrows, and then withdrew.

Through the gap in the cart, I saw in the distance that many of the Kugit had dismounted, blowing their horns indiscriminately. The Kujit on horseback were in groups of a dozen men, running around haphazardly, occasionally gathering a few dozen men to approach us, firing a flurry of bows and arrows.

Over the next few hours, there seemed to be some kind of infighting on the opposite side, and more than a dozen Kugits left the battlefield.

The sky began to glow white.

Once again, our Kugit added a lot of wolf dung to the basin, and the black smoke rose almost straight into the sky. The town in the distance can be seen! Damn Tallinn, we're going to die at the hands of this man!

The sound of the trumpet was heard again.

I looked up and saw something that made me desperate.

More than twenty of the Kujits, who had been attacking indiscriminately all night, left the battlefield and left into the distance.

However, the remaining fifty or so Kugits seemed to have made up their minds, and they gathered together amid the shouts of several leaders and began to slowly approach us.

They should have used such attacks a few hours ago, we were more tenacious than they thought, and they couldn't make a mistake again and again.

When this group of Kugits approached us, it was the time of death.

"Hey, Valan," Elune's daughter sat down beside me as if she had finished the battle. "Your face is as white as my mother."

"We're going to die here."

"Hah," Elune's daughter pulled the armor out of her chest and pulled open the placket, revealing half of her soft, warm breasts, "I bet you haven't touched it." ”

"You're the man'''''

"You're such a wretch," Elune's daughter ripped off her helmet, "don't die like a sissy!" ”

She took off the extra armor on her body, wearing a bloodstained blue linen robe, she stood up, touched the hair of ** behind her ears with both hands, she lowered her head, and stared at the herdsman opposite, like a she-wolf who couldn't suppress her mania.

Her hand reached to the left, and a wounded Kugit handed her a scimitar, and another Kugit drew a shield from her side and helped her hold it on her other hand.

"Immortal Heaven warriors, there are still a few people who follow me to fight!"

The remaining Kujit erupted in loud cheers, each wounded, one with a broken belly, and foul-smelling blood flowing. The Kugit stood up, spears and even sticks, and stood in high spirits behind the chief's daughter.

The Kujit burst out with one last shout of cheer and charged the enemy.

That's when I saw the most incredible thing.

The herdsmen on the opposite side suddenly seemed to be frightened, and they turned their horses around and fled, not even daring to release their arrows!

What's going on?

Seeing the Kugit leave, we were all confused, not knowing what they were afraid of.

Could it be that Tallinn sent reinforcements?

I straightened up.

The pioneers around him are like bloody monsters, everyone is confused, as if they have just woken up from a nightmare.

Of all the people, Copernicus was the only one who looked at us diagonally, as if the fleeing Kugit herdsmen were not in his mind at all.

As I followed him and looked back, the cold sensation crept up my chest, and it felt like someone had stuffed snow into my clothes.

Diagonally behind us, on a hillside that sheltered the fields in the distance, stood more than three hundred horses.

Copernicus's lips trembled, and he thought about it.

"Timmy," his tears filled with emotion, uncontrollably falling on his black and white beard, "open my box and bring me something." ”

"What's that?"

"A red wedding dress."

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