Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 96 Seize the door

  The sentinel spurted a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened in horror, and he fell down in a daze.

  Shooting an arrow, Aisha immediately pulled out another arrow from the quiver on her waist, quickly put it on the bowstring, and prepared for the next shot.

  Since it has been discovered by the other party, there is no need to continue to hide. And at this time, Robin and the others were less than 50 meters away from the gate of the camp. They only needed to charge and they could rush to the gate of the camp in the blink of an eye.

  Robin straightened up immediately, raised his two-handed sword and shouted: "Charge!"

  He rushed to the gate of the camp first, and the iron guards and half-elves behind him immediately followed him, collectively launching a final sprint towards the gate of the camp.

   "Dang! Dang! Dang!"

  The rapid alarm bell rang on the sentry post, another sentry turned pale with fright, and desperately rang the alarm bell. There were still four archers in the arrow tower, and they immediately launched a counterattack against Robin and his party.

The members of these slave catchers are a group of desperadoes who are used to the days of licking blood from the knife edge. Although they were startled by the sudden appearance of the enemy, they calmed down quickly. The four archers quickly bent Bow nocking arrows, sporadic arrows shot towards the Raging Waves Legion.

  As the first person rushing to the front, Robin naturally received special care, and the four arrows shot at him at the same time.

  The lord did not slow down the front in the slightest. He ran forward while waving his two-handed sword. The two-handed sword spun like a fan in front of him, and with a few bangs, it easily blocked the incoming arrows.

  The sentinels showed astonished expressions, and the arrows that flew from their weapons were not an easy task: this man is a master!

  The half-elf didn't give the sentinel a chance to shoot the second arrow. Aisha suddenly stopped her charge. There was a sound of "咻" in the darkness, and the naked eye could not catch the trajectory of the arrow's flight. Another sentry was hit by an arrow in the head and fell down in the watchtower.

   "Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!"

   Immediately after, there were several sharp piercing sounds, and the remaining sentries fell to the ground one after another. The night didn't seem to have any impact on the half-elf's superb archery skills. It might be better to say that the night is their home field.

   There were no casualties. The Robin army easily rushed to the gate of the slave camp. The sentries were quickly cleared away, and only the nearly three-meter-high wooden city gate stood in front of them.

  At this time, a series of bells sounded like a reminder to ring in the camp, and the sound of "Dang Dang Dang" was heard endlessly. It was obvious that the slave hunting team inside knew that there was an enemy night attack and was gathering troops to support the gate. Robin and the others had to fight every second.

   "It's time for you to act, Smaug, burn the gate." Robin shouted back.

  Limited by his physical condition, Smaug couldn't run fast. His two short legs struggled to keep up with the charge of the iron guards. At this time, he was already panting from exhaustion, and his green face was covered with sweat.

   But the military situation is urgent, and he has already boasted to Robin before, so he dare not neglect at this moment.

  Hearing the lord's shout, he immediately ran to the gate of the camp, took a deep breath, and his stomach bulged. There was a flame in his stomach, and the flame traveled down his neck and into his throat.

   Chiron breath!

  Smaug leaned forward and spewed out a mass of crimson fire from his mouth!

  The raging flames burned on the gate of the slave camp. The wooden city gate could not resist the power of the dragon's breath, and soon a large hole as high as a person was burned out, and the bolt behind the gate was also burned through.

   After Smaug finished spraying the flames, Robin stepped forward quickly and kicked the city gate. With a loud bang, the gate was kicked open by Robin.

  Behind the gate is a gentle **** downward. The large crater is a basin, and the walls of the slave camps are built on the edge of the basin. Robin and the others walked into the gate of the camp, and the entire slave camp could be seen immediately.

  At this time, torches were lit everywhere in the camp, and there were voices of people and dogs barking everywhere. With the help of the firelight, you can see many stone houses and animal skin camps randomly distributed throughout the basin. The entire camp looks chaotic. After all, the slave catchers have no concept of urban planning.

In a large open area in the center of the basin, the slave hunting team had already assembled. Robin looked over and saw a mass of black human heads. He roughly counted the troops on the opposite side to about 200 people, which was about the same as he had estimated before. .

This group of slave hunters have a variety of weapons, some with swords, some with knives, some with spears, and some with chain hammers. They also have various armors, including leather armor, chain armor, and zip armor. up. But at any rate, each person has a weapon and a set of armor, which is much better than the natives of the wasteland.

  The slave hunting team gathered in a random group. The captain stood at the front of the team with a machete in one eye, looking up towards the gate of the camp. When he saw that the gate had been breached, he immediately showed a surprised expression.

  Although there were not many sentinels guarding the gate, the speed at which the gate was breached was too fast. From the sound of the alarm bell to the breach of the gate, it took only two or three minutes. How did they break through the gate?

  Damn it, where did this group of enemies come from, when did such a ruthless force come to the wasteland, why did they bother me? !

  The other slave hunters also showed astonishment, but this group of reckless men felt no fear, they only felt anger, and the anger burned on them.

   One-eyed cursed angrily in his heart, he raised his knife and shouted: "Follow me, kill them all!"

"kill!"

The slave hunters immediately swarmed down the **** towards Robin's army. They roared loudly. Although these desperadoes are not afraid of death, because they have been fighting in the wasteland all year round, the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers can be compared to the second-line troops of the empire. But they have no formation at all, just a group of people rushing over sparsely.

In fact, these slave hunting teams have no experience in fighting against the regular army. The opponents they face in the wasteland are either human caravans or indigenous people of different races. Fighting bravely is enough to suppress the caravans and the natives of the wasteland.

  However, a group of rabble will never be able to defeat a well-disciplined regular army. On a real battlefield, teamwork is always more important than individual bravery.

   What's more, Robin's legion can not only enforce orders and prohibit them, but their individual combat effectiveness can also throw the reckless men of the slave catchers out for a few blocks.

  Seeing the slave-catching team rushing towards him, Robin suddenly realized that he was now occupying a condescending and favorable terrain.

  Then Robin was not impolite, he immediately ordered the iron guards to form two rows of spear formations in front, responsible for blocking the attack of the slave catchers;

  The half-elf archers are arranged behind the spear array, and they stand in two rows of twenty people. Because the position occupied by the half-elves is higher, the iron guards in front will not block their sight.

  Robin ordered the iron guard to stay still, and the half-elf started shooting, killing a wave first from a distance. . ,

   "Prepare—"

  Essara issued an order in a long voice, and the forty half-elven archers immediately bent their bows and set their arrows in unison, pointing the arrows at the slave catchers below the long slope.

"put!"

  (end of this chapter)