Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 59 Half-elves fight back

  The iron guards are in charge of defense, and the half-elves are in charge of retaliation.

  In fact, whether it is riding or archery, the horse bandits are very average.

   After all, they are not professional soldiers. When they are not robbing, they spend drinking, gambling and having fun. However, if you want to become an elite archer with perfect accuracy, you must spend a lot of time and work hard to hone it.

  It is very difficult to become a good archer, but it is even more difficult to be a hundred shots on horseback.

  So the horse bandits basically don't aim, they can only throw arrows into the car formation, relying on probability to kill the enemy.

  Compared to the superb archery skills of the half-elf, the horse bandits can't catch up even if they flatter their horses.

  The half-elves hid behind the carriage. They didn't projectile, because it was difficult to aim and wasted arrows, so they shot the horse bandit directly.

Through the gap between the carriage and the carriage, the half-elf raised the bow, raised the arrow, drew the string, and released the arrow. The whole movement was as standard as a machine. Due to their elven blood, they also had a kind of elegant feeling when they released the arrow. It feels very pleasing to the eye.

  With the blessing of the bloodline skill [Bow and Crossbow Specialization], shooting moving targets is easy for half-elfs.

  When they were in Raging City, they often practiced shooting moving targets, and even shooting birds and rabbits seemed boring to them.

  The craziest time Robin has ever seen, a half-elf ran across the shooting range with an apple in his mouth, Luke raised his hand and shot an arrow, hitting the apple.

  The perverted archery and crazy training methods shocked the lord.

  One hundred and fifty horse bandits ran together, and the distance between the two sides was no more than a hundred steps. For half-elf archers, the condition was that they could all hit the target with their eyes closed.

  The half-elves are like ghost snipers, accurately sniping the horse bandits a hundred paces away. Whenever these elf gods of death let go of their bowstrings, a horse bandit must fall from his horse.

   "One...two..."

  The half-elf Luke counted in his mouth, and shot arrows continuously in his hand.

  When he aims at a horse bandit, he will move the arrow a little bit in front of the horse bandit according to the movement speed of the horse bandit, and make a good lead. In this way, when he let go of the bowstring and the arrow passed through a distance of a hundred steps, the horse bandit just moved to the position he was aiming at.

   "Ah!" Immediately afterwards, the horse bandit screamed and was shot in the chest. He immediately lost his balance and fell off the horse.

  And the companions behind him would not care about him at all. The horse bandits would drive their horses directly over his body, and even if they didn't die, they would be trampled to death by their companions.

  These desperadoes have no comradeship at all, they just get together to loot their homes.

   "Three."

  Luke wrote down the number, took out an arrow from the quiver on his waist, and skillfully bent and wound the bow.

   "Hey, Captain Luke, how many have you killed?" A half-elf next to him suddenly asked loudly.

  Luke’s expression was grim, he released another arrow, watched the horse bandit fall, and then replied: “Four.”

   "You are really fast, it is too difficult to catch up with you." The half-elf was a little annoyed, and raised his hand and released an arrow.

For the half elves, this bow and arrow duel is a bit too simple. They have a carriage as a cover and iron guards as a shield. The only thing they have to do is to shoot the live targets on the opposite side from their horses one by one. This was almost the same as the usual bow and arrow training, so the half-elves even started to compare each other.

  The iron guards who were in charge of defense were not in such a good mood. The group of highlanders liked to attack the most, colliding with the enemy's fists and kicks face to face, and being passively beaten with their shields up. This was more uncomfortable than killing them.

  An iron guard held up a large square shield, listening to the sound of arrows falling on the large shield above his head, he asked Simon who was not far away:

   "Head, when will we go? If this continues, the horse bandits will be killed by half-elves!"

  Simon is also holding the big square shield. Although he is also very upset, but the leader is beside him, he doesn't want to get kicked for complaining. The leader's feet are too strong, and every time he eats his butt, it hurts for a whole day.

   "Shut up your stinking mouth, hold it up for me obediently, and follow orders in all actions!" Simon choked back.

  Robin's side played easily, while the horse bandit side kept losing people.

Like ripe fruits, they fell off the horses one by one, or were shot by arrows, or shot by the horses under their crotches, and fell to the grass with their horses and men. The team rang continuously.

  The horse bandits made a circle around the chariot formation, and thirty people fell off their horses. They turned around again, and another thirty people fell off their horses.

   After the second turn, the saber finally found something abnormal.

  He wondered in his heart: Why did so many people fall from his side? Could it be that the archers on the opposite side are all perfect archers?

   Saber is unbelievable, this is impossible, how could such a small caravan have such elite archers? Almost one horse bandit with one arrow, even the archers of the Imperial Patrol, can't do such a terrifying archery!

  If they continue to shoot arrows in circles like this, then after a few more rounds, they will all be shot. Therefore, Saber raised his hand decisively and gave the order to stop circling.

  The horse bandits relied on inertia and ran forward for a small half circle, and then stopped slowly.

  At this time, on the road where the horse bandits were running around just now, dozens of horse bandits who were shot off their horses fell in disorder.

  Some of them were hit by arrows in the head and chest, and they fell off the horse and died before they landed on the ground;

   There are others that are even more miserable. When they landed, they were still alive, but they were trampled to death by their companions' war horses;

   Only a few horse bandits were lucky, and they were lying on the grass with their last breath, howling in pain.

  In addition to these horse bandits, there were more than a dozen corpses of war horses lying on the grass. Some half-elves focused on shooting horses. These war horses were either hit by arrows in the head or in the neck.

  The saber had robbed the wasteland for so long, and it was the first time he suffered such a big loss. His eyes widened with anger, the hand holding the saber trembled slightly, and his whole body was full of rage.

  But the other horse bandits gradually lost their courage. They are bullying and fearing the hard. They rob the caravan when they see it, and run away when they encounter the imperial patrol. They don't have a firm will to fight at all.

  How could a group of people who want to grab money be so cruel and desperate.

  So, seeing the tragic appearance of those horse bandits who were shot to death by arrows, many horse bandits couldn't help but show fear on their faces, and they began to retreat in their hearts.

  A deputy came to the side of the saber and said in fear: "Boss, this group of people's bones are too hard for us to chew. We should withdraw and grab other caravans. There is no need to fight them."

   Although Saber was furious, he also knew that it would be bad for him to continue fighting like this.

  However, he is charged with the task assigned by Viscount Buck, and he must **** it when he meets Janna's caravan. Moreover, he really couldn't swallow this breath.

  That smelly **** with the red turban, I must kill her!

   Just as Saber was hesitating whether to retreat or continue to attack, he saw an opening in the opposite car formation, and a group of tall guards ran out from inside.

  (end of this chapter)