Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 Zabu almost broke his teeth, but he restrained his impulse. He planned to contact Dwarf Joe and the other team leaders.

　　 At this time, Master Jefferson spoke: "What's wrong, it was not very lively just now, why did I stop as soon as I came, a bunch of cheap bones dare to make noise, it's **** it!"

"And you, where do you humble slave look? Master, can I look straight at you? Drag him over." Jefferson pointed to an older man with gray hair and looking a little demented. The old man said.

　　 One of his guards immediately turned over and dismounted and dragged the old man over. Jefferson walked towards the old man and drew a dagger inlaid with exquisite gems from his waist.

　　 "Old thing, today I will teach you a lesson, let you know what status is the nobleman, and what status you are." After he finished speaking, he asked the guard to fix the old man's body and pierced the dagger at one of the old man's eyes.

Some of the slaves under 　　 showed angry expressions, some were numb, and some were trembling with fright, and Zabu had quietly walked to Joe's side, and Fackney had also gathered with them.

　　 Zabu said first: "This guy is Markas' son, I think our chance is here."

　　 Joe asked quietly: "Can you do it?"

　　Fakner said quickly: "What are you waiting for, if this guy is Marcus' son and hijacks him, we will have a chance to escape. I have had enough."

　　 Then Zabu said nothing, just nodded.

　　 "I prepare my brothers, and when I blow the whistle, they all start together. The most important thing is to catch the little nobleman, understand?" Joe said.

　　 "Then do it, life and death depends on the destiny, the **** of courage bless!" Fackney said.

　　 Zhabu clenched his fists and made a movement on his chest to show that he was ready to fight.

　　 Then several people walked towards the members of the group, and kept whispering, Jefferson uphill is still torturing the innocent old man, from his excited look you can understand how cruel this guy is.

　　 "Haha, humble slave, now I know I'm afraid, yes, my gloves are dirty." The old man fell to the ground and wailed, and Jefferson wiped the dagger on the old man's body.

　　 At this time, a sharp whistle sounded, and all the slaves underneath suddenly rushed towards Jefferson and them. The four guards quickly drew their scimitars, took off the shields from their backs, and guarded Jefferson.

　　 The guards who were watching the play found that something was wrong and rushed over. Not far away were the late butlers and dozens of guards.

　　 A few arrows were shot towards the team of slaves. It was the archer from the guard tower. In the blink of an eye, several slaves were shot. Some of them fell directly, and some continued to rush forward.

　　 Hundreds of slaves were not completely united. Several slaves were still standing stupidly on the spot, not knowing what had happened, and a few were running in other directions, intending to escape from the chaos.

　　 Corleone also received Joe's message, and rushed forward without hesitation with the mining pick, he knew the opportunity was here.

Among them, the dull slaves turned directly into live targets and were shot to death by the archers of the sentry tower. The barbarian Zabu was at the forefront of the slave team. Although one leg was replaced by wood, he was angry. Make him look like a wild bull running wild.

　　He rushed the fastest and most fiercely, and immediately fought with the guard leader. These four guards are the elite of the Markas family, known as the desert veteran cavalry, and are good at using machetes and bucklers.

　　 These cavalry also reacted very quickly. One of them kicked the old man away from the ground. Everyone guarded Jefferson in a quadrilateral shape. Jefferson was also taken aback by the slave's sudden action, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

　　 At this time, Joe did not rush over in a hurry, but hid in the crowd, relying on the "advantage" of his height, intending to give the opposite side a little bit of shade.

The slaves and the guards fought together, and on both sides were a steady stream of guards and hounds. Butler Brand saw the scene in front of him, and almost everyone fainted. He yelled directly to the sound and let all The guard hurried up to rescue the young master.

　　 Several slaves have been beheaded in the periphery. Some were stabbed to death by spears, and some were hacked to death by daggers and scimitars. As for those slaves who were clever and ran around, they were basically the fastest to die.

The most anxious point in the battle is the battle between Zabu and others and the desert veteran cavalry. Zabu and others have two advantages. One is the determination to fight desperately. You must know that if they fail, the result will be all executed, absolutely not. There will be a second end.

　　Second, all the cavalry on the opposite side did not mount their horses, and the desert veteran cavalry had no horses, and their combat effectiveness had been reduced by more than half, but even so, their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

The leading cavalry kept wielding a scimitar, with a sharp blade like a crescent moon, holding a round shield in his other hand, constantly resisting the slave's attacks, and the expensive armor on his body also helped him offset the damage. Less hurt.

On the other hand, the slaves are not very optimistic. Their weapons are only the mining picks in their hands. The quality is also worrying. After all, the mines still guard against them and will not give them good quality picks. Just use a broken one and replace it. .

Therefore, in the battle, the slaves’ weapons were very disadvantaged. Many people’s pickaxes were broken by scimitars, but the cavalry on the opposite side were not in a hurry to kill. Retreat, intending to join the guards behind.

　　 Zabu saw that the scale of victory would fall to the opposite side if he continued like this. He roared and his whole person looked bigger. The explosive muscles greatly improved his speed and strength.

　　 This is the unique talent of barbarians. By taking secret medicine and the blood of wild beasts from an early age, they can activate the blood of ancient barbarians and gain violent enhancement. The price is that they will become useless in a short period of time after the violent.

　　 At the same time in the process of raging, their sanity will gradually lose, and if they have poor control, they will even become brainless beasts.

Zabu threw out the mine pick in his hand, and then slammed his fist on the knight's buckler. His hand bones were broken and blood splashed, but he didn't care at all, he just wanted to pinch the little white face in the middle of the neck. .

　　 The knight leader felt tremendous pressure. He swung a scimitar and slashed towards Zabu. Zabu had no time to dodge, and a huge wound was cut on his chest, but he still attacked frantically.

On the other side, the former infantry instructor Fakney had killed two ordinary guards. He picked up a short spear and threw a short sword to Zabu by the way. After Zabu barely avoided the attack of the knight, he Grasping the thrown dagger.

　　 By this time dozens of slaves had been killed. Seeing that morale was getting lower and lower, fortunately, the breach was opened in time, that is, one of the cavalrymen was killed and his knee was hit by Joe.

　　 Joe's blow can be said to be extremely harsh. The handle of the entire mine pick was broken in half. It can be seen that his strength was so strong, and the knight's leg was stiffly beaten and sunken in the opposite direction.

　　 Immediately after he fell, his face was smashed by a few mine picks. Joe picked up his scimitar and rushed towards the other knight.