Li Ang looked at the Jatu people on the other side of the river, then at the chain armor face-covering helmet in his hand, then raised his hand to look at the chain armor on his body, and suddenly told his men to keep quiet.

Then, he put on his face-covering helmet and stood on the fortress-like wall, exposing his upper body to the simple wooden baffle.

In his hand is an 'Eagle Strike Bow', which he borrowed from the Horn Call Ranger.

Anson called out worriedly: "Sir..."

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Li Ang waved his hand from behind to stop him.

He just stood quietly and waved to the other side of the river.

Seeing Li Ang waving, someone from the Jatu people's team on the other side of the river also came out.

Probably a leader.

Because, he also wears the same chain-mail face-covering helmet as Li Ang.

As a grassland people on horseback and natural robbers, the Jatu people are neither good at nor capable of making high-tech equipment such as plate armor.

Their armor is mainly studded leather armor or light chain mail.

Of course, this is also because their fighting style is not suitable for plate armor - they pursue the mobility required for plundering, and the endurance and flexibility required for mounted shooting.

Among the Jatu warriors, those who are the most capable and brutal elite war riders, or the Jatu warlords who control an army, all like to use this kind of chain-mail visor helmet that can hide their face.

Probably because he has done too many bad things and is afraid of being recognized...

The Jatu man coming in front of him should be a small warlord.

Because unlike most of the Jatu cavalry behind him, he wore thicker armor, and his horse was also covered in patchwork armor.

This is obviously a person who does not need to consume horsepower frequently, so he deliberately pursues better survivability-that is, leadership treatment.

Although the dusty equipment does not look gorgeous at all and is inconspicuous among the Jatu people, this is the true appearance of battlefield equipment. If you dress it up too handsomely and conspicuously, you will be attacked by the enemy.

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The Jatu warlord looked at Li Ang, who was also wearing a face-covered helmet, and seemed to be hesitant. He stood at the bridge across the river and asked something.

But across a river, I couldn't hear it clearly.

Even if you can hear it clearly, you probably won’t be able to understand it...

When Li Ang saw this, he raised the bow in one hand and waved it, and shouted something with the other hand.

"Come here!"

The attitude was very relaxed and natural, like greeting an old friend.

This was originally just to boost morale, to show that the lord was relaxed and free-spirited without fear of strong enemies, and to let his brothers relax a little.

Anyway, the person on the other side probably couldn’t hear clearly what Li Ang shouted...

But I didn't expect that the Jatu warlord opposite actually came over!

He only took two of his followers and stepped onto the wooden bridge. The three of them lined up with three horses and trotted onto the bridge.

Those two followers should be Jatu War Riders - chain armor and visor, exactly the same as Li Ang's outfit!

It wasn't until they reached the middle of the bridge that they suddenly reined in their horses. At this time, the three Jatu men finally saw clearly the fort blocking the other end of the bridge in the camp...

Tightly blocked!

And the moment they reined in their horses and stopped, Li Ang laughed loudly: "Shoot the two at the back!"

This helmet, which was originally just for hiding one's face, turned out to be a rough and improvised means!

While he was speaking, the eagle bow in his hand shot an arrow at an incredible speed, almost without even aiming.

"Bispa!!"

The Jatu warlord shouted loudly, and drove his horse in a panic, intending to turn around and return, but was blocked by the followers behind him.

And at the moment when the Jatu warlord turned around, an arrow had drawn a slight parabola and accurately penetrated his calf.

This arrow shot very deep - his calves were only wearing leather riding boots, and the arrow nailed the Jatu warlord's leg directly to the horse's belly!

The horse raised its hooves and roared horribly, and the violent movements caused blood mist to burst out from its abdomen. However, the horse still did not run around, but only paced around in place, shaking its head and tail, screaming in pain.

This is truly an extremely well-trained war horse.

What a pity...

Li Ang once again drew the bow in his hand.

This arrow passed through the eye of the war horse, and the quivering arrow feathers brought up a few drops of the horse's tears.

The war horse stopped whining and fell silently to the bridge with its owner. The huge corpse pressed against the nailed leg of the Jatu warlord.

One of the two followers behind him was pulling to the side to make way, while the other abandoned his horse and flew in front of the fallen Jatu warlord, apparently intending to block the arrow with his body.

Several crossbow arrows were also fired from the shooting holes in the wall baffle at the same time. On the bridge with nowhere to hide, two brave Jatu war riders were hit by arrows one after another.

The one on the side fell off his horse and fell into the river - this small broken bridge had no guardrails.

The one who blocked the arrow was shot into a hedgehog as he wished, and fell in front of the Jatu warlord.

This Jatu warlord was probably a very brave tribal leader. He struggled to hold on, looked back at Li Ang who was holding a bow, and desperately shouted an unintelligible Jatu dialect: "Ussa! Jatu!!".

The effect of this short Jatu words was probably similar to "Ula". The Jatu cavalry on the other side of the river immediately began to swarm towards the bridge with manic roars, and the sound of "Usa" resounded through the sky.

"Klose! Get ready!"

Li Ang shouted loudly, placing the arrow on his bow and pointing it at the Jatu warlord, but he did not pull the string again.

The Jatu cavalry on the other side of the river was about to step onto the bridge, and the thunderous horse hooves caused violent vibrations.

The Jatu warlord who had been watching Li Ang calmly waiting for death seemed to realize something. He tried to stand up, but was pinned down by the horse and couldn't get away. He had to turn around and shouted to his subordinates: "Bispa!

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And he crossed his hands in front of him, as if he was planning to wave - he probably wanted to make a movement to stop his progress.

But before he could make any move, Li Ang shot him down again.

This arrow shot through his arm and nailed his hand to the bridge.

The unexpressed instructions from the Jatu warlord's mouth turned into meaningless high-pitched screams. He struggled extremely violently and even tried to pull out the leg that was pressed under the horse's belly.

The arrow on his leg was broken due to the struggle, and blood flowed profusely, but the brave warlord still seemed to be struggling to stop his men from charging.

But Li Ang's third arrow penetrated the crook of his other leg and completely locked him on the bridge.

There was no way he could stand up again.

These three accurate but not fatal arrows made the little warlord howl violently.

But the more they howled, the more they prompted the swarming Jatu cavalry to rush onto the bridge and rush towards their leader.

The Jatu people are also human beings and have a strict hierarchical system. They must rescue their leader.

This hastily repaired bridge is very narrow and has no guardrails. Even if one has excellent riding skills, it can only accommodate two cavalrymen walking side by side.

Moreover, horses will unconsciously slow down on it - all living things have the instinct to avoid danger. The hastily laid wooden boards are thin and soft, and horses can sense it.

Just as the fastest Jatu cavalrymen stepped onto the bridge, a row of crossbow arrows were fired. Several cavalrymen screamed and fell off their horses. The injured horses spun on the bridge, blocking the enemies behind them.

Afterwards, harsh buzzing sounds continued to sound, and the crossbowman, who was originally of average ability, exerted his maximum output ability in this target practice-like scene.

On the bridge, many disabled people or corpses gradually piled up.

The bridge was also stained red with blood.

The Jatu riders were blocked by the casualties at the bridge and the horses that had lost their owners.

Some smart Jatu people have already dismounted, and they have realized that the horses cannot run as fast as humans on this bridge.

Some of the Jatu people took off their nomadic shields and crossed the corpses at the bridge.

A foot charge began.

If people stand side by side, three or four people can probably squeeze into this bridge.

Dozens of Jatu people who were walking forward with shields were now crowded at the other end of the bridge. The crossbow arrows fired flatly had little effect against the shields, and the crossbowmen slowed down the frequency of shooting.

Only the bow and arrow in Li Ang's hand could still accurately avoid the shield, biting the Jatu people's flesh one after another.

But a bow and one person cannot actually stop the advance of dozens of shield-wielding warriors.

The Jatu people finally rushed to the center of the bridge and reached their leader's side.

But at this moment, the piers under the wooden bridge began to make crisp cracking sounds.
Chapter completed!