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After the lame herald finished speaking, he put his fingers out of his mouth and whistled, and the two war horses that circled in the distance stood up their ears and ran over as if they had heard a call.

The two horses that were the closest to us in the trees, longing to run back, shot an arrow tentatively, and when they saw that they could not be killed, they fell silent again.

When I saw the arrow feather stuck in the ground behind the horse, I realized why the enemy hadn't killed his struggling companions on the ground?

I began to break out in a cold sweat, the real battle was so brutal and ruthless.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here" The old gun girl whispered in my ear, smiling to relieve my tension, and then puffed up her chest, trying to comfort me with the warmth of her chest.

As if I had been slapped on the back by a huge wave, I threw myself forward and almost fell off my horse.

"Vigorously, you change this horse" The lame man helped me by the shoulders and separated me from the old spear girl, asked me to change the war horse that I rode back, and then pretended to calmly meet the eyes of the old spear girl who wanted to kill and said: "This is convenient for fighting, you don't have to look at me like this, I have ancestral iron head skills, and I am not afraid of you." ”

"Vigorously, you follow me and shoot arrows well" The old gun girl retracted her murderous eyes, emphasizing that I should not rush forward.

The lame herald wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and seeing that everyone was ready, he raised his right palm and slashed forward firmly.

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After receiving the command to move forward, everyone lifted the reins and began to trot forward, and in two or three movements, a good charge formation was formed.

The dull sound of horses' hooves, the gnashing of bows, and the heavy panting of horses clearly reached everyone's ears, and this was the real war.

It was also the first real battle I had ever participated in, so my mental concentration was so intense that instead of being nervous, I was caught in an unusually strange state in which everything around me was slowly and clearly unfolding in slow motion.

I saw the brothers on the left begin to turn their horses' heads, lift them to the left, spread out, fan to the side, draw their bows, and prepare to harass and shoot.

I saw the brothers on the right flank change formation, form a sprint formation, with the lame herald as the cone, draw a semi-arc, approach the wounded companion on the ground, draw the bow, and prepare to cover the shot.

I saw the old gungirl's back tremble, rushed in front of me, began to control the horse's speed, and then pulled the bowstring fiercely.

She was carrying a huge bow, matching her huge size, and when the bow was full and not yet released, the fierce feeling had already shot out one step ahead, and I seemed to have heard the whistle of her arrow in advance.

At that moment, I inexplicably felt the blood burning in my body, and then I let go of the reins and pulled my bow fiercely.

As soon as we got into range, we immediately released our arrows, and the first round of arrows came out in a burst of arrows, covering the enemy soldiers in the trees.

Dole Dole ~ ~

All the arrows were driven into the tree.

Arrows under the trees are too unadvantageous to shoot the people in the trees, and the enemy only needs to turn around to dodge our volley.

It doesn't matter, what we want is the time difference between the enemy's turn, this time difference is enough for the brothers on both flanks to sprint a little longer, as long as we have another round of cover shooting, the brothers on the left flank can go around the enemy's back. Brothers on the right flank can also rush to the wounded.

The old gungirl's bow was still full, and she was not in a hurry to shoot it.

She was waiting, waiting for the enemy to return fire.

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The closest enemy to us, after dodging the first round of arrows, did not return fire as we thought

Wrong!

A huge warning sign suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Come back~" I shouted at the lame herald.

When the lame herald heard my shout, he froze, shouted to retreat, and then turned his horse's head desperately, and at the same time turned his body on his horse's belly, probably trying to avoid the enemy's arrows.

His reaction saved him.

A round, inconspicuous object was thrown out of the bushes on the side, and when it touched the branch, it twisted into a ball, and there was a thread or something like that.

The lame man in front dodged because he turned sideways, and the second brother followed suit, and the brother in the back did not bend fast enough, and scraped the thread-like object on his chest.

No one expected that the thread would be so sharp and strong, and in the end, the force of the brother's rush forward made his neck and half of his shoulders instantly cut into three pieces by the thread, and the pieces of flesh floated in the air.

His horse was still rushing forward, and my eyes were bloodshot.

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The brother in front of the left flank also encountered the same ambush, but fortunately, the bow in his hand saved his life, and the bow broke and fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was not a fatal injury, only a large piece of flesh was scraped off, and the brother in the back stopped the horse in time, and shot a few arrows at the bush with his hand, and at the same time tried to pull the brother on the ground on the horse's back and retreat.

The wounded brother on the ground waved his hand to let the brothers withdraw, leaving him alone, because lying on the ground he had already seen the enemy in the nearest tree appear, the bow in his hand had been opened, waiting for the moment of harvest.

Burdened by his brother, he looked desperately at his brother, who leaned over to pull him up, whose broad back was the best target for the enemy in the trees.

I owe you, pay it back in the next life, the injured brother on the ground just wanted to close his eyes, and then he saw a scene that he will never forget.

He saw a stout arrow pierce the enemy's head in the tree in an instant, and he shot his head with an arrow.

The enemy in the tree was crooked, his hand was loosened, and the arrow in his hand floated into the distance, saving his brother's life. His brother also took him back from his horse and ran away from the battlefield, saving his life.

He turned his head desperately on his brother's horse, his eyes blurred with rushing tears, and he saw only the magnificent silhouette of the old spear girl, and saw the old spear girl draw an arrow again, and fill the bow again.

I also saw this scene, speechless, and the moment of the headshot was full of violence, and it was also beautiful.

The old spear girl continued to steam her bow and pointed her arrow at the bushes.

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As the lame herald retreated in our direction, he took out his assembly whistle and blew it violently, informing the reconnoisseur to return and the rest to concentrate in his direction.

The brothers sent out to investigate did not move, and the murder was less auspicious.

The rest of the companions returned to him, silent.

The lame herald waved his hand to signal the left-wing brother who had rescued the wounded soldier to return to the camp first, and the brother glanced at the old spear girl gratefully, and then without hesitation, he retreated and returned to the camp first.

Having wounded soldiers around will only drag down the battle, and the rule of scouts is to retreat with the wounded soldiers first when the situation is not at its worst.

As for the worst-case scenario, it's just death.

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Before the old gungirl's arrows were released, the bushes on both sides of the ambush were aware of the rope for a while, and four horsemen appeared.

The four horsemen led their horses a few steps forward, not caring at all about the old speargirl's giant arrows.

The one on the left, with an obviously shaved head, made a thumbs-up gesture to us.

The old girl took the arrow off and loosened the string.

We looked at her suspiciously.

She said to us, "They are not scouts, they are masters, and if I have precautions, I will not be able to kill him with this arrow, so there is no need to waste arrows." ”

The cripple also had bloodshot eyes and shouted at the enemy, "Who are you?"