Ride and Cut

"Go and have a look."

As soon as the order was given, the team immediately started to move, and started to move forward in the direction of the voice, and it didn't take long to get close.

Their position is perfect, and there is a mound in the middle of the battle. Although the distance is already close at hand, it seems that no one has noticed.

Leaving Zhuifeng at the bottom of the mountain, the whole group climbed up the mound, and a few heads peeked out from the dry grass on the top of the mountain. While secretly observing the battlefield not far away, the barbarians gradually spread out to both sides.

They have been hunting large beasts for a long time, and they are very familiar with the skills of spying and sneaking attacks, and there is almost no unnecessary movement between their actions. But they were surprised to find that their lord seemed no stranger to this hand, paddling quickly with both elbows propped on the ground, his body was always firmly hidden in the weeds.

Li Cha observed the foot of the mountain from the gap between the blades of grass, not far away was a dirt road that was trampled by carts. Although it is so simple that it is almost hard to call it a road, it is indeed a very rare traffic condition compared to the half-human tall grass sea covering the field of vision in the wilderness.

A caravan was probably trying to trade along this road, but unfortunately was attacked by bandits, and had to surround the city with a carriage on the spot and use a bunker to resist the attack. This is also a common way for armed caravans to deal with robbery.

They have a total of sixteen large cargo carriages with four wheels and two drivers, each of which can carry at least 1,500 pounds of goods. A convoy of the same size would usually be accompanied by at least forty experienced and well-equipped mercenaries as escorts. Most indigenous tribes would not even dare to mess with such an armed force in their dreams.

But right now their situation is very bad. All the carriages surrounded the city, and they could only shrink inside and defend desperately. Even the coachman was holding the dead mercenary's equipment to see if there was any need for it.

Their opponents were sixty or seventy non-human beings, nearly two meters tall, with arms longer than knees and hunchbacks, dark gray skin covered with round spots, and a steel needle-like mane spreading from the top of the head to the tailbone.

There is also a pair of iconic deep red eyes, which unabashedly reveal cruelty and tyranny.

——It's a jackal!

These gnolls should come from a powerful tribe, but everyone has a metal weapon that is almost decent, and many of them are wearing tattered old armor to strengthen their defenses. Richard even saw it on a particularly tall gnoll. A full set of heavy cavalry armor!

Judging from the red and black cross patterns on the chest, it can be confirmed that a Lancer from the Augustus family died unfortunately.

The Pompeii mercenaries used to bully the natives by crushing wooden sticks with steel swords. Although the equipment of these gnolls is still not as sophisticated as that of the mercenaries, the gap has narrowed to an acceptable level.

The martial arts of the human guards are not bad, and they cooperate with each other very well, but it will not help at all against stronger and more numerous opponents.

An old one-eyed dragon mercenary performed very well. First, he deftly pierced a jackal's heart with a rapier, and then smashed the other's shoulder with a meteor hammer, but the jackal didn't seem to feel it. As if in pain, she turned her head and bit his throat.

An archer in a black cloak stood on the roof of the central car, taking on the task of supporting the Quartet. He was quite vigilant in his response, he drew the bow and aimed at it in one go, and the arrow pierced deeply into the jackal's eye socket.

This archer can be regarded as a ruthless character in the convoy, Li Cha watched him shoot several arrows, and he couldn't get away from his vitals. It's a pity that I don't know why the strength is obviously insufficient. Several jackals who were shot in the head continued to fight with the arrows on their heads like normal people.

"Like a bitch!" The lord of Gaoshan Castle, whose bow and arrow proficiency will never be less than 50, slapped his thigh angrily. If he can have this kind of accuracy and a strong bow, within 500 steps, he will become A chasm that no one can cross.

Cyclops regained his life, but the injury to his neck also made him unable to continue fighting. The few mercenaries who had assisted him before were much worse, not strong enough to stand on their own, and were torn to pieces by the jackal's weapons in a blink of an eye.

They chewed the blood and flesh of their opponents, and the scarlet juice flowed out from the crevices of the sickle-like fangs, becoming more bloodthirsty and ferocious.

"Boss, what shall we do?" Gunther wore a grass hat on his head, looking very simple and honest.

The savages were very straightforward. Since the boss said that he would use battle to activate the effect of the potion, then the five big and three thick gnolls must be a better sharpening stone than the chicken-like goblins.

Li Cha actually didn't want to do it too early.

If they wait until the caravan is destroyed and all the goods are captured by the jackals, according to the rules of spoils, all the goods will logically belong to Alpine Fort. Just looking at the number and scale of the carriages, it must be an unimaginable windfall.

Too bad you can't do that! He smacked his lips with infinite regret.

Gnolls are known to be blood-crazed, and they will fall into a semi-mad state during a fight. This state makes them stronger and more able to endure pain, but their meager sanity will be completely overwhelmed by bloodthirsty killing intent.

The half-crazed Gnoll would not turn back when he knocked down the south wall, his adaptability was reduced to the lowest point, and he couldn't judge the situation at all until he solved his opponent or was eliminated by his opponent.

Now it is the caravan guards who are under pressure, and the barbarians can easily harvest heads by rushing up. Once the guards are dead, they can only choose to fight head-on with the red-eyed jackals. Judging from their equipment, you can tell that it is a tough nut to crack!

Some mercenaries seemed to have spotted them. A sword and shield player was desperately calling for help in this direction, but the semi-mad Wolf man didn't notice.

"It's not small, but it's still just a bandit." Li Cha doesn't like these jackals at all. A good fighter should keep calm and restraint at all times.

"That is." Gunther nodded vigorously. He felt that these gnolls were too thin.

"You lead everyone to rush, and you grasp the timing yourself."

Li Cha retreated from the top of the hill, and sat straddling Chase Feng's back. There is no saddle on the chasing windback, and there is no time to cultivate a tacit understanding with the owner, but with Richard's riding level as high as six points, there is no difficulty in driving it.

He gestured towards the top of the hill, then steered Chaser around the mound to speed towards the battlefield.

The weight of this giant beast determines that once it starts running, its tracks cannot be concealed at all. Most gnolls' ears caught the thunderous clatter of hooves, but their deranged minds ignored the signal.

Gunther grasped the timing very well. When Richard just walked around the hillside and appeared in the sight of the two warring parties, the barbarians also followed him and charged down the hillside.

Chasing the wind's full sprint speed is slightly slower than that of a war horse, but its exaggerated weight brings it an unparalleled impact, which is unmatched by any war horse.