85_85536 "Enemy? I don't know what breed it is." I can't fully investigate it with my ability. Is it something else...... "William thought to himself.

"Who's who?

"—verbose. The next moment, Michael only felt as if his neck was being choked by a pair of invisible iron fists. Pain, difficulty breathing. The throat felt like it was about to be pinched.

"Ahh

Such a strange, or rather terrifying, scene made the other noble children and their retinue even more nervous. This may be the effect that the caster is trying to make.

"If you really think he's noisy, wouldn't it be better to kill him all at once? William said so loudly as he pulled the trigger of his crossbow. After that, the sound paused for a few seconds.

People who felt that what William said made sense were temporarily relieved.

But then, after this brief pause, the voice laughed again: "Very good, very little." Whether it is observation, judgment, brain power or decision-making, it is very good. If you let it grow, you might become a pretty good person. ”

"Thank you so much. William replied in a tone that was not serious.

"It's a pity, though. ”

"-Young Master is dangerous!"

In the next moment, John, holding his shield aloft, jumped in front of William and protected him behind him. Immediately afterwards, there was a "crackling" sound of gold and iron. The metal arrows collided with the iron shield, making such a sound.

"Is it over?" John, who was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, only to hear William shout: "Bow down!"

John, who subconsciously lowered his head, only felt that his scalp was cold, and a layer of goosebumps rose up and down his body.

"Cluster of Bone Arrows...... There can be no mistake, like the arrow—not because of poverty, or industrial backwardness, but deliberately, but why, the bone arrows are stronger than the iron arrows? ”

After this, the enemy body that really appeared in front of William answered his question.

He is two meters tall, muscular, and has sharp eyes and a hideous face. The upper body is painted with oil paint, and a necklace made of animal teeth hangs around his neck. At the same time, he wears a helmet made of the skull of a wild sheep and has long horns.

What's more, half man, half horse.

The lower body is like a war horse, and the upper body is human. Half-man, half-horse, half-horse. Monster, the ruling nation of the Tartalya Khanate. One of the strongest and most fearsome enemies of humanity on the continent.

"Dressed and dressed, is it a shaman, or something? Is the cluster of arrows of bones using some kind of supernatural power? There's so little information to know, bastard. Damn it. ”

"So, what are you thinking, little brother?"

The centaur, the suspected shaman, raised his recurve bow again. At the same time, in the void, where it seemed empty, large numbers of centaurs appeared out of thin air. These strong, tall, and fierce warriors each rode with a bow and arrow, and William's hunting party was thrown into chaos in an instant.

"What a joke, it's just-"

"Shield, shield. Get together and return fire with crossbows and bows. William roared.

So, man is really a creature that is easy to follow, and in this situation where everyone is overwhelmed, William's orders are like a lifesaver, and the rest of the hunting party obeys them.

At this moment, no one thought to contradict him, or wonder if his judgment was correct, whether he had given orders to command the identity, status, and power of so many of his people.

They only subconsciously obeyed William's orders. That's all. The soldiers raised their shields in their hands to form a semicircular shield wall. At the same time, the aristocratic boy with the bow and the retinue also drew their bows and arrows to confront the centaurs.

"Can you breathe a sigh of relief......? It's bad luck, why did I get to this point?" William sighed as he threw his crossbow to one of his attendants.

Instinctively, he told him that such a soft crossbow would not do much for these tall centaurs. Other words......

The first round of firefighting began. Humans and centaurs shoot each other with crossbows and arrows. The human side is guarded by a shield wall. But the position is fixed, and the archery is too far worse than that of the centaur. In addition, the centaurs, who are much stronger than humans in terms of strength, are also much stronger than humans in the recurve bow.

The first round of firefighting ended in the complete defeat of humanity. The soft arrows fired from the soft hunting bows and crossbows were almost all dodged by the centaurs. At the same time, most of the arrows fired by the centaurs hit their targets with extremely fast speeds. In a burst of screams, more than a dozen retinues and aristocratic teenagers with one or more feathered arrows stuck in their bodies fell to the ground.

"Ah...... This, this ......"

The screams of their companions, the dead, the convulsive corpses, the dead eyes, the blinding red blood...... This qiē and qiē are stimulating others who are still alive.

If the other party dies, then he will die too. Those who are familiar with themselves, have deep friendships, wine and meat friends, discord, feuds, likables, and annoyances. Damn, shining brightly, stupid, smart. All of them have all of them...... They all had their own lives, their own futures, their own ideals and aspirations.

But just before, with a "shot" from a tall, monster-like centaur, in just a few seconds, the qiē was all gone. Their lives, their futures, their ideals and aspirations disappeared with their lives.

A lot of psychological elements are poor, psychological elements are average, and psychological elements are very good. All the aristocratic teenagers who saw this scene for the first time felt their hearts being pinched tightly. That feeling of suffocation, that feeling of hair standing on end, it's, it's just, it's ......

Death is at hand.

The teenagers finally understood that the battlefield, war, and battle of their dreams were not quite the same as they imagined.

It was not a child's play, and it was not a stage to show off their personal heroism and make them look great and powerful. They are not the protagonists, they are not the lucky ones who can succeed by virtue of the so-called destiny, or luck. There is no way to become a great nobleman and a hero by virtue of his exploits and victories, and let people make him a fifteen-meter-high oversized marble statue in the square in the center of the city.

On the battlefield, everyone is equal, but at the same time there are slight differences. The mortality rate of veterans, experienced knights is completely different from that of recruits, inexperienced rookies. And a rookie like them, let alone making a contribution, will only die as fast as bed bugs.

After understanding this, the teenagers began to break down.

Some of them dropped their weapons and began to cry loudly, while others turned and ran backwards. The better ones were still in place, but their hands were shaking as if they had malaria, and they couldn't shoot arrows or fight with swords.

"This, this is simply ......"

After seeing this scene, Miss Countess Elise also felt very anxious. After looking left and right, she finally set her sights on William.

Although not familiar with William, although he had heard countless negative legends about William before, but in this case, except for this man...... No, apart from the boys, there will be no one more trustworthy.

At that moment, Elise thought to herself.

So she leaned over to William, took his arm, and said:

"Mr. William, you, do you have any way? You must have a way, right?"

"Ah, well, probably. William quietly took off his opponent's hands, and then pulled out the short-barreled firearm at his waist.

A little, a little. But in this case, well, it's no problem to be a little handsome, yes, yes, no problem at all. For a moment, William's spirit drifted a little.

"Powder pack...... Well, wrapping gunpowder in paper shells in advance is an imitation of the wisdom of the predecessors, but it should be considered a pioneering feat in this world, right?"

As he thought so, he loaded the paper bullet casings and lead bullets containing gunpowder into the short-barreled handcuff.

"Because it's a flintlock pistol, it doesn't need to be lit by an open flame, which is also very convenient. ”

"Well, then, Lord William, now is not the time to do such a thing leisurely. ”

Because she was thrown away, Miss Elise's face felt a little unbearable. The voice is also slightly raised.

"So, convenience, convenience, the great power of mechanical engineering, what, what, what. It's a work of art, that kind of thing. William continued to ignore the crumbling battlefield and Miss Elise, who was about to go crazy. After positioning all the gunpowder and lead bullets, as I used to do in my previous life, I threw a gun. At the end, there was a slight deviation at the end. Sure enough, the short-barreled handcuff and the automatic pistol are two completely different things. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. God will forgive him for this little thing.

"It's weak, it's weak, it's useless, it's waste. Humans like this occupy the largest and richest land in the world. It's really unfair - yes, it's so unfair - Centaur warriors, charge, kill them all!"

After another volley, the centaur shaman grumbled as he gave the order to charge.

"Your Excellency William, Your Excellency William!"

"So the clergy and the noble ladies are very verbose...... By the way, in this case, let's fill it with a little ammo. However, if ...... Well, so, so, and so. ”

William ignored Elise's words as he refilled the shotgun with ammo, a buckshot, a gunpowder pack, a gunpowder pack, a buckshot, and a gunpowder pack. After confirming that there was no way to fit anything in the barrel, he nodded with satisfaction.

And the spit did not forget jì.

Centaurs are charging, and they are an excellent sprint race that can also increase their speed to the fastest in short distances, even in narrow jungle terrain, which does not affect their performance.

Replaced by spears, they charged violently like lancers, breaking through the broken shield walls of the hunting party in an instant, piercing the body, trampling it, the horses' hooves trampling the body into flesh, constantly dancing the gimmitar, creating headless corpses with amazing arm strength, skulls and stumps thrown into the air, blood and broken bodies, and internal organs and brains......

The rate at which the hunting party collapsed accelerated. No, it should be said that the hunting party has collapsed. In the face of the centaurs' charge, the humans, clinging to a broken shield wall, naturally collapsed. The remnants either hugged their heads and cried, or the wolves fled.

It was at this time that the centaur shaman saw William, who had gathered together, neither fleeing nor crying, and the Countess beside him.

The shaman grinned and walked over, sticking out his tongue and **** the blood stains on the scimitar. Ill-intentioned, ill-intentioned.

"Wilhelm von Hereford!!!" The aristocratic lady shouted at least twenty decibels.

"It's harsh, don't make noise, woman. At this point, William completed the final work. He added a small arquebus to his shotgun and threw it at the centaur on the other side.

"Hmm, whatever......" The incomprehensible centaur shaman was puzzled by William's move for a moment, and then ignored the thing because he didn't understand, and then aimed at William and raised his scimitar.

"Die!"

Meanwhile.

No, it should be said, faster than him.

Faster than him, William raised the short-barreled firearm in his hand and aimed it at the centaur shaman, saying "Die." "This tasteless cliché. Instead, he smiled and calmly uttered an onomatopoeia.

"Bang".

Pull the trigger afterward.

Buckshot made a hole in the centaur shaman's head.

Blood splattered.

And, of course, brains.

"Good...... Strange ...... "Before dying, the centaur shaman was inexplicable, super super inexplicable."

Subjectively, he felt that he had died unjustly