Ride and Cut

The fastest responders were the brave wolf cavalry. They stuffed their fingers into their mouths and issued sharp whistles to echo each other. Together with their companions, they brandished scimitars and rushed towards the centaur.

It is no exaggeration to say that groups of wolf cavalry are the most fearsome hunters in the wilderness. They are skilled in riding and swordsmanship. They can endure hunger and hunger in raids that last for several days, patiently waiting for the enemy to show their flaws, and then the pack of wolves raids through a fearless charge to make a final decision!

In the eyes of ordinary Pompeii people, the wolf cavalry who bathed in the moonlight and charged on a full moon night is almost a symbol of the wilderness.

But this time they must have picked the wrong opponent.

Wargs are extremely aggressive mounted beasts. They are very powerful in close combat and bite, but they have a fatal flaw in cavalry-to-cavalry combat—their short-distance charge speed is really average, far inferior to that of war horses.

The centaurs didn't intend to fight head-on with the wolf cavalry at all, they followed Hurt and opened a distance easily.

So they took the arrows, drew the bows, drew the strings, turned around and used the longbows to call these reckless guys one by one.

The werewolf's riding skills are not uncommon, and skills such as hiding in the saddle emerge in endlessly. Their martial arts skills are not unskilled, they can use machetes to fly arrows shot directly from longbows at close range. But these only prolong their lives by a few more breaths.

The centaurs responded directly. If they used the warg to cover themselves, they would shoot the warg to death first. If they used the machete to defend, the three of them aimed at the same target. The bandits' only cavalry were quickly killed and wounded almost without any power to fight back.

There is still the last hundred yards between Li Cha and the enemy.

At this distance, the bandit infantry can already intuitively feel the oppressive feeling of the giant three-edged beast rushing head-on-as if the hills are collapsing before their eyes, and the stones and earth are rolling down head-on, and they are about to bury themselves but have no choice.

Under Li Cha's deliberate control, the iron-eating armadillo is not fast, but every time the soles of its feet hit the ground, it will cause a slight tremor on the ground. The robbers felt as if their hearts were trembling along with the ground. Such a heavy ride was enough to break the giant tree that the two embraced. Could it be that mere flesh and blood could stop it?

Perhaps if they had the heavy steel mountain shields of Pompeii's elite regiments, were well trained, and weren't afraid to make sacrifices. It's a pity that none of the robbers present had these conditions.

fifty yards...

The handaxes and spears thrown by the bandits were like raindrops, aiming at the knight sitting on the back of the windchaser. Among them, there are many players with excellent accuracy and strength, and sparks of bright sparks have been wiped out on the outer armor.

But Li Cha is wearing a full three layers of armor, and with the blessing of ten points of iron bone skills, his own defense is not weaker than that of trolls. This exaggerated tortoise shell is far from being able to break open with a few throwing weapons.

ten yards...

Some clever hobgoblins tried to hold a spear together to resist the impact. This is a standard infantry anti-cavalry tactic. But at the moment their attempts were weaker than straw in the face of the three thousand-pound behemoth running.

The spear shaft twisted and exploded the moment it hit Zhuifeng, at most it could pick off a few scales. But the hobgoblin holding the spear ended badly. The rebounding wooden pole hit him with great force, and his intestines burst out from his back!

The distance of the last few steps passed in a blink of an eye, and the hand-to-hand combat finally began.

If the robbers are a piece of pork belly that is three fat and two thin, then the cavalry general who dashes forward is a sharp and flawless boning knife.

The giant beast crashed into the crowd like a naughty boy pushing down dominoes, and a huge gap appeared in the formation of the robbers. The barbarian warriors following on both sides poured in, and the face-to-face collision and fighting began.

During daily training, Li Cha often expounds some things related to concepts besides skills, such as:

"As a commander, achieving strategic goals is of course more important than annihilating the enemy. But you have to remember that even for a small soldier, achieving tactical goals is often more valuable than killing the enemy."

Because of his supreme authority among the barbarians, this combat idea has been most effectively implemented at this moment.

The wedge-shaped attack array rushed forward without stopping, and no one stopped to kill the seriously injured and dying opponents, because it was a waste of time. The barbarians at the front, who focused on armor, even gave up their defense, trying to penetrate the formation as soon as possible.

Those who can survive in this lawless place are not little sheep. At the critical moment when desperately needed, the performance of the wilderness robbers is definitely not cowardly, and they fight back against the enemy without fear.

It's just that the bandits themselves are more accustomed to swarm-style melee battles. No matter how hard the hobgoblin fighters work hard, they can't restrain them when they are hot-blooded, and the barely maintained discipline disappears in an instant.

The centaur archer circled back quickly after defeating the wolf cavalry.

They took out arrows from their quiver and stuck them in the mud in front of them, ensuring that they could open their bows as quickly as possible.

At the same time that Li Cha drove the giant beast into the crowd, all the centaurs loosened the extremely tight bowstring together.

These natural sharpshooters grasped the landing point extremely accurately, and the arrows were divided into left and right waves and flew towards the striker's opening. Before the bandits who fought against the barbarians had time to react, the sharp arrow clusters had already harvested their lives. Every time the rain of arrows fell, the barbarians felt that the pressure around them suddenly eased.

But compared with the companions standing in front of them, the experience of these robbers is extremely happy.

Li Cha's method of using the lance is not to stab straight with the flat end, he feels that this is not efficient at all. Instead, hold it with both hands and wield it like a long stick.

Under the blessing of inhuman strength, every time the spear is swung to break through the air, the violent explosion will even temporarily overwhelm the groans and screams of the dying. The bandit who was hit by this long stick didn't have obvious scars on the front, but a horrible gap would burst open in the flesh on the back, and the internal organs mixed with blood spurted out!

Annie stood on the hill not far away watching all this, her hands and feet were cold. She had previously discussed with her subordinates that the Lord of the Alpine Fort would be an unstoppable meat grinder on the battlefield.

But just knowing and seeing with your own eyes are two different things after all. The visual impact brought by the simplest and most direct power is not easily understood by reason.

"Franz, is this the hero in the myth?" Annie's tone was hollow.

"My lord, this is the devil from hell." The Cyclops mercenary's tone was even more hollow.

If there were no accidents, it would be very difficult for the bandits to resist this tactic of leading the elite squad to intersperse and divide, and it would only be a matter of time before they were pierced through the formation at once.

It's a pity that there are no ifs on the battlefield.

Under the cover of the strong smell of blood, Li Cha suddenly smelled a vague sulfur smell wafting in the air.