"Kara..."

The thin wooden bridge deck could barely bear the weight of dozens of Jatu people, but under the bridge, two wooden piles had been severely deformed.

Moreover, after the "dong-dong-dong" sound of logging was heard under the bridge, the sound of cracking wood also came one after another.

The violent tearing sound even covered up the Jatu people's cries of killing!

Klose and a few brave carpenters were working as lumberjacks under the bridge. Swords and axes were flying up and down all the time.

The Jatu soldier in the front row realized something was wrong, but the crowd of people behind him made it impossible for him to retreat!

He could only continue to move forward. He even put the shield over his head and tried his best to speed up!

"Kakaka...long..."

Maybe the decision of the Jatu man in the front row was correct, but as more cracking sounds were heard, the bridge deck finally collapsed, and dozens of Jatu soldiers fell into the cold Tongtian River along with the bridge deck.

Behind them, several cavalrymen who were clearing obstacles also fell into the river from the bridge.

The dozens of wooden piles in the middle of the river were all broken in an instant!

All the wooden piles fell down due to the collapse of the bridge deck, then sank in the water for a while, then resurfaced and were washed away by the current.

This is of course Li Ang's 'technical adjustment'. The wooden piles in the middle of the river have not been cut by Klose and his friends, but the cross-section is still neat - it has been sawed long ago, and the connecting wood for reinforcement has been removed.

The river water suddenly became extremely turbid, and several horses that fell into the river surfaced screaming and were gradually swept downstream with the current.

But most of the Jatu people who fell into the river were drowned in a few breaths - although the river here was not fast, it was still not shallow, and it was more than enough to submerge the armored Jatu people.

Only a few people emerged from the water, grabbed some broken boards and swam back desperately, but their lives were immediately taken away by crossbow arrows fired from the camp.

It seems that not all this grassland people are landlubbers.

However, anyone who comes out of the water is a living target, and these Jatu people obviously don't know how to swim underwater.

The Jatu warlord also fell into the river. In fact, his men did successfully rescue him - at least he was rescued into the river.

However, he was wearing heavy armor, and his arms and legs were penetrated by arrows...

It would really be a miracle if this situation could still come to light.

Watching helplessly as their leader flopped a few times and then disappeared into the water, some Jatu people began to search downstream along the river.

And more Jatu cavalry became a little overwhelmed, and the queue was also in a mess.

But on Li Ang's side, two mercenaries who had stripped off their shirts began to take off their pants while watching the enemies on the other side who were briefly confused.

One of them asked uncertainly: "Sir, if we capture him..."

"Everything on him belongs to you!"

The two naked men were so excited that they jumped directly from the fortress into the river and disappeared after entering the water.

Almost two minutes later, they emerged from the water dozens of meters downstream, still carrying the Jatu warlord who had fallen into the river.

The Nagatu warlord seemed to have fainted - he was probably suffocated in the water, and the arrow wounds on his body were not fatal.

The two 'white stripes in the waves' glanced at the Jatu people on the other side who seemed to be holding their bows and arrows, and took a deep breath. Then the two naked men once again took the Jatu warlord and dived into the water and disappeared.

When they emerged again, they had already appeared on the river bank on the side of the camp.

Then, panting heavily, they quickly dragged the unconscious Jatu warlord to the edge of the river. Klose rushed out from under the bridge to meet them and dragged them up from the steep slope of the river bank.

Then, several people quickly ran around the side of the camp - the side facing the river was the fort, so they had to take a detour.

A few howling shouts were heard from across the river, and the Jatu people finally began to bend their bows and shoot arrows.

But across dozens of meters of river, two shirtless men were carrying their leader and running very fast - even the best archers would worry about accidental injuries...

Moreover, Klose was protecting behind them - Klose, who was heavily armored with only a slit for his eyes, was not afraid of long-range high-throw arrows fired from across the river.

As a result, only a few Jatu people who were extremely confident in their archery skills shot a few sparse arrows.

The arrows should be very accurate, but none of them hit the target, and they were all blocked by Klose's sword.

Seeing two Changhe Town mercenaries carrying the Jatu warlord into the camp, Li Ang let out a sigh of relief.

This improvised little trick worked!

Goddess bless!

Thanks to the mercenaries in Changhe Town, most of them are very good at swimming - among the boys who live by the lake all year round, there is no one who has not been playing with water since childhood.

The Jatu warlord was quickly placed on the fort ridge - he was tied to a wooden stake and erected in the middle of the wall, like a statue.

Anson even carefully stopped the bleeding from the arrow wound on his body.

The warlord's equipment is still there - Li Ang cannot communicate with the Jatu people due to language barriers, and he is worried that after taking off his equipment, the Jatu people opposite will not recognize their leader.

In fact, Li Ang really didn't want to deal with the Jatu people. After all, he didn't understand the language, and it would be difficult to lure them in no matter how cunning and clever he was.

You can only rely on hard work, which is completely inconsistent with Li Ang's way of thinking.

"Sir, on him..."

"Don't worry, after the battle is over, it will all be yours!"

A shirtless mercenary who was all wet shook his head: "Sir, that's not what I meant... He has a sword on him, which looks very much like your previous sword! But it sank in the water, and we didn't have time to fish it out...

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Li Ang was stunned for a moment, but then he smiled: "It's just a sword. Let's talk about it after the battle. Thank you for your hard work, brother."

The mercenary smiled proudly and seemed very proud of the "Thank you for your hard work": "Sir, I will fish it out for you tonight. Don't worry, I won't covet your sword..."

Seeing the warlord erected on the wall as a statue, the Jatu people opposite became obviously more confused.

At this time, the Jatu people lost their unified command.

The leader was captured, and the Jatu force, composed of three hundred men, was obviously divided into three factions...

A group of horses rode back and forth along the river bank, trying to find a place to cross.

A group of people were watching across the river. Many people took off the bows on their backs and tried to shoot at the fort where the crossbowmen were - but the existence of arrow shields made their efforts in vain.

There was another team, which seemed to be playing tricks on themselves and retreated slowly, probably because they were unwilling to do so.

"put!"

The mercenary crossbowmen were still firing crossbow bolts from the shooting holes to the opposite side. The safe shooting environment allowed them to aim slowly and carefully, and achieve good results even across the river.

The group of Jatu cavalry who were watching from across the river fell to the ground in just a few breaths.

Then they left the bridge and started walking back and forth along the river bank, seemingly looking for a way to cross the river.

Li Ang did not want the Jatu people to have the idea of ​​forcibly crossing the river. He stood up, stood behind the Jatu warlord and began to draw his bow and nock an arrow.

Fifteen degrees upward shot.

Pull the string to your cheek, exhale, hold your breath...

let go.

The bow body rebounds steadily, causing the bow string to make a gentle buzzing sound.

The arrow drew a wonderful arc, then swooped down from the sky, like an eagle piercing the sky, and landed on the head of a Jatu cavalryman who was swimming on the river bank in the farthest distance.

The sharp cone pierced the nomadic helmet and penetrated deeply into the back of the cavalry's head.

The cavalryman didn't even have time to say a word before he collapsed softly.

"Zabia! Bispa!"

The Jatu people beside the cavalry shouted in fear, scattered, left the river bank, and retreated farther away.
Chapter completed!