Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 "I'm all up, get up quickly, I heard the sound of horseshoes!" One-eyed Pauly yelled urgently against the ground with his ears.

　　 "Can you tell the approximate number of people?" Fackney asked as he walked over.

　　 "The number of people should be small, but I don't know how much. If I have this ability, I will fight for so many years?" One-eyed Pauly stood up, rolled his eyes and said.

　　 "Everything is on the horse, hurry up!"

　　 Then the nine people flee desperately, but unfortunately the team behind got closer and closer, and the bird who was startled from the forest knew that they were about to come into contact with them.

　　 At this time, they didn't have a long way.

　　 "Damn it, the enemy behind is too tight, there must be a better quality horse."

　　 "Then what do you say?"

　　 "Stop it all, and if you rush down, you will be overtaken sooner or later, prepare to meet the enemy!" Fackney wiped his sweat and said.

　　 "Are you crazy, we don't even know how many of them are, this is going to die!" Fat Jack complained.

　　 "Then what do you want to do? If you continue to run, even if the people behind do not catch up, our horses will be exhausted. These are not standard military horses."

　　 "So now the only way out is to defeat the team behind, or it will only delay the time of death!"

　　 "Well, what you said makes sense, **** it!"

　　 Next, Corleone stopped riding, found a favorable terrain, and began to hide the horses behind the trees.

　　 And they took their weapons and equipment, hid in the grass and planned to fight,

　　Fakner thought that it would be great if there was a tripping horse, it would definitely take a lot of money, but it was a pity that they would not think so much when they fled.

　　 Several of the slaves also drew short bows on their backs. Some of them were once soldiers and some were hunters.

　　 And Corleone can't use bows and arrows at all, so he didn't bring them when he ran away, which made him mindful. This skill must be learned in the future.

　　 is close, close, you can see several knights appearing on the trail in front of you. Fortunately, there are not many of them, there are only seven, but the knight at the head looks like an iron man.

　　 He wears strong metal plate armor all over his body. His helmet is the most distinctive, like an iron can.

　　His horses are also in armor, like a moving iron mountain.

　　Fakner made a few gestures and told the archers behind him not to shoot this big guy.

　　 After all, the canned knight’s men do not have as good equipment as him, and most of them still wear lined armor.

The canned knight headed by 　　 placed a mace on the riding horse, and as long as they found the situation, they could raise the mace to destroy the enemy at any time.

　　 This canned knight looks scary, but the battle also depends on the terrain. If you encounter such an opponent on a flat grassland, it is definitely a nightmare.

　　 However, this is just a mountain trail, and there are dense trees on both sides, he can't rush in at all, otherwise he may not even be able to climb after an accidental fall.

　　 I don’t know what he thinks. The most suitable terrain is infantry. Even the cavalry is more suitable for archers. It can only be said that money is too tempting!

　　 At this time, the knight Arthur was still thinking excitedly, how many gold coins he could get after he wiped out that group of slaves.

　　 He hadn't worn this full body armor for a long time. After all, he hadn't fought for a while. It was a great joy to think of fighting with Lord Markas in all directions.

　　 But now that the young master is dead, when Lord Markas falls, he has to think about his way out. After all, if he loses his heir's territory, he will be taken by the king.

　　 The current king Carlos is a greedy and cruel monarch.

　　 "Oh, a living slave is worth 1,500 gold coins. If you catch the rest, Brand Steward said that there were at least 8 or 9 slaves."

　　 "If 9 people were caught by me, how much would that cost, um, can't be counted at once." At this moment, the canned knight Arthur's mind was full of beautiful fantasy.

　　 Arthur didn't notice Corleone and his team ambushing on both sides of the bushes.

　　 He didn't expect that these weak slaves in his eyes would dare to fight back.

　　 Several feather arrows flew out, some hit the knight's mount, and some hit the person above.

　　 It was messy now. Two of the 7-person team dropped their horses, and one horse ran toward the forest, completely out of control.

　　 Arthur only realized that he was ambushed by others. He hadn't fought in a few years, and he became so careless.

　　 But he has no fear either. After all, his equipment defense is very high, and these arrows can't hurt him at all.

　　 The hateful thing is that these **** slaves are hiding in the woods. He doesn't dare to ride in. If there are any potholes, it will be a big trouble.

　　 He yelled at the chaotic subordinates, and told them to continue to rush forward, and when they left the range of the bow and arrow, they all dismounted to fight.

　　 At this time, he couldn't take care of the two cavalry soldiers who had fallen to the ground. He rushed forward on his own.

　　 On Corleone's side, these archers rely on the advantage of being close, so they have good accuracy, but when the enemy runs away, the accuracy is much worse.

　　Fakner asked the archers to hurriedly shoot the two knights who were shot down, but both of them hid behind the tree.

　　 "Come on! Kill them!" Seeing that the bow and arrow had no effect, Facknet directed everyone to rush forward.

　　 Nine slaves each held their weapons and rushed towards the positions of the two cavalrymen.

　　 The two cavalrymen were also timid, and ran to the depths of the forest. At this time, their backs were exposed.

　　 Soon Feather Arrow hit them, and then beheaded by a few people who came over.

　　 On the other side, Can Knight Arthur stopped the sprint, asked his men to help him get off the mount, and then directed them to rush back.

　　 Corleone and others were also ready, and confronted the remaining 5 enemies.

　　 Arthur looked at the slaves standing in front of him, with an angry expression on his face. When would even the mere slaves dare to resist the noble knight?

　　 Not to mention that this group of people killed a nobleman. This is a great sin. Sinners must use their lives to wash away the shame!

　　 He picked up the mace in his hand and launched a charge. Regardless of the heavy equipment on his body, he still moved slowly, just like a steel bear.

　　 All four of his men used round shields to protect the front body and held a scimitar.

　　 In the eyes of Fackney, Bowley and others, the guy in front of them is full of threats. They don't even know whether the weapon in their hands can penetrate the armor.

　　 At this time, Corleone stood up. This should be the newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Although the enemy on the opposite side ran over and made the heavy footsteps of "Boom, Boom, Boom", Corleone had enough confidence in his own power.

　　 Corleone, holding the dagger in his hand, actually launched a charge.

　　 At this moment, the other people all reacted, and when they saw Corleone rushing up, they hurriedly followed.