This camp is obviously abnormal. The Jatu people are very experienced in fighting, so they will not attack easily.

While scouts were sent out to investigate, two centurion-looking war riders from the Jatu team also came out, shouting a few incomprehensible Jatu words from a distance.

The meaning was unclear, but there was a word in it that Li Ang understood.

That word is "Juan".

Li Ang also understood the intentions of the two centurions - without Li Ang, the bridge would have been repaired. They should have asked Juan to come out and send them across the river...

It seems that Juan has not told the truth after all. He actually knows the function of this camp and knows the Jatu people. He was able to deceive Leon and Sarah in the torture method with nine truths and one lie before. He indeed has extremely excellent acting skills

, enough to win an Oscar.

However, since Juan is dead, he can no longer be used to deceive the two Jatu people.

Sarah's face, which was hidden under the fortress, turned gloomy. She must have heard this word, and she probably felt a little guilty.

The Jatu warlord next to Li Ang began to struggle violently after hearing these two words, but his neck was pinched by Li Ang, his body was tied, his mouth was blocked, and the helmet on his head covered his entire expression.

——He can't convey any useful information.

The two war riders carefully looked at the terrain around the camp, then looked at the struggling warlord, and then retreated.

They were divided into two centuries.

One branch is at the foot of the gentle slope to the south of the camp, facing the camp's 'doorway' - that is, an opening without a fence. It can be regarded as a doorway, but in fact there is no door.

The other branch was wandering on the relatively flat east side outside the camp - the west side was a hillside, which was the direction Juan escaped from before, so it was not very convenient to ride a horse.

This is a cautious siege posture.

But Li Ang had no intention of breaking out, but was planning to delay. One more minute of delay would increase the chance of reinforcements arriving.

The Jatu people's caution was just in line with his expectations.

Then, the Jatu people who surrounded the camp took off their bows and drew out their arrows. They all looked at Li Ang posing in the middle of the camp, but no one raised the bow to draw the string.

It's raining in the sky, and the Jatu people's hard bows and horn bows will be affected, and their accuracy will be much worse. They probably didn't intend to accidentally kill the warlord in front of Li Ang.

Li Ang was actually quite nervous, fearing that the other side would actually fire a barrage of arrows - what if the Jatu cavalry didn't intend to pay attention to the captured little warlord?

He had been holding on to the warlord, but he actually planned to use him as a shield when necessary...

But it seems that the Jatu people need to take care of it.

The status of this warlord is probably a little higher than the two centurions outside.

It's normal. This guy led three centurions before, and his status must be higher than that of a centurion.

The Jatu people had prepared bows and arrows, probably just to prevent themselves from breaking out.

After more than ten minutes of confrontation between the two sides, the Jatu people's scouts returned - there was no ambush around.

As a result, the Jatu people began to attack tentatively.

They only sent out the team down the gentle slope.

The team on the side was still holding bows and staring at Li Ang.

The Jatu people who launched the attack did not use their good mounted shooting skills, but instead charged towards the camp with lances.

The cry of "Uzza" sounded again.

Obviously, they didn't want to accidentally injure the captured Jatu warlord, but they weren't too worried - they probably just didn't want to accidentally kill the warlord by shooting arrows with their own hands, but they didn't care at all whether Li Ang would kill him.

Maybe they belong to different tribes.

The gentle slope in front was not too steep, but the ground was muddy and uneven, and the horse could not run too fast. Li Ang dragged the Jatu warlord back slowly, and retreated to the wooden fortress.

Ahead, in the splashing muddy water, a dozen cavalrymen rushed into the camp.

The one at the front was none other than one of the two centurions.

There are many obstacles in the camp, which is not a good place for riding horses - piles of wood, stone stoves, various random wooden shelves, mangers... everything is there.

However, the leading war rider seemed to be very confident in his riding skills. He still did not dismount and rushed straight towards Li Ang with his lance.

"Klose!"

Just when the lance was only a few meters away from Li Ang, Li Ang shouted, and then sent the Jatu Warlord forward in his hand - blocking it in front of him.

The war rider was really good at it. He pulled the horse in the wrong direction, and then made a cross-arm thrust with a handsome gesture - the horse raised its hooves and stopped suddenly, letting out a clear neighing sound.

But within half a second, the horse's neighing stopped abruptly.

Klose suddenly jumped out from the inconspicuous pile of grass nearby, and the big sword in his hand brought up grass clippings flying in the sky.

The sword light swept across a huge half-moon shape, dividing this confident war rider into four parts, including man and horse.

The blood sprayed all over him, dyeing his heavy armor a bright red ruby ​​color.

"Stormtroopers!"

"ha!"

Half of the ten stormtroopers were holding big swords, and the other half were holding a one-handed infantry sword in each hand. They sprang out from all corners of the camp and rushed towards the enemy closest to them.

The enemy closest to Li Ang has dismounted and is rushing towards Li Ang with a shield and scimitar - these are probably the centurion's elite men, who also wear face-covering helmets.

But Li Ang shook the human shield, then slashed the Jatu man to the ground with a single-handed sword.

The sword was extremely fast, and there seemed to be no movement at all, and even the light of the sword could not be seen.

This knight's long sword, which he is most familiar with and comfortable with, may be difficult to cut through high-quality plate armor, but when facing lightly armored enemies, it is like a magical weapon in Li Ang's hands.

There was no rain of arrows overhead, and the camp was deliberately stacked so that the enemy could not charge with lances. In this environment with many obstacles, the strong men of Mettenheim could fight against any enemy.

Try to choose the battlefield by yourself and make the environment suitable for you. If you can ambush, you must ambush. If you can make a sneak attack, you must make a sneak attack. This is Li Ang's usual operational thinking.

It's also all the things that can be arranged in the short minute before facing the enemy.

In this kind of encounter, no ingenious tactics can be used, and the tactics of warfare are nothing more than those of the people of heaven and earth.

The right time, right place, right people...

Well, the number of people is indeed a bit small.

There were no enemies around him, and the crossbowmen had already started shooting arrows. Li Ang threw the Jatu Warlord back and rushed out with his sword.

Sarah took the human shield from behind him and placed the sword in her hand across the warlord's neck.

But no one noticed, Leslie ran out from Sarah, holding a short spear in her hand at some point, and bravely pierced a Jatu man who had his back turned to her.

The Jatu man was struggling to resist Samer's surprise attack, but unexpectedly he was raped by a woman.

Leslie's eyes were blood red at this time, and her face was extremely ferocious. She stepped on the dead Jatu man, struggled to pull out the short spear, and a large amount of blood was spattered all over her body.

The blue skirt was dyed an eye-catching purple-brown color.

Then, like a man possessed, she turned around and started looking for other opponents.

But a Jatu man who had dismounted was rushing towards her from behind.

Anson, who was also hiding next to Sarah, saw Leslie's behavior, suddenly pushed down the wooden board in front of him, gritted his teeth and rushed behind Leslie with a sword.

I don't know whether Anson was lucky or the Jatu man behind Leslie was too weak. This sword, which was almost a random slash, actually hit the Jatu man's vital part - half of his neck was cut off.

When he opened it, his head was almost broken, and a large wave of blood spattered on Leslie's face again.

Leslie turned around with blood-red eyes and saw that it was Anson. Then she looked at the Jatu man who fell at Anson's feet. The blood in her eyes seemed to be clearer.

Anson dragged Leslie and ran under the fortress: "Go back quickly!"

After throwing the brave businesswoman into his original hiding place under the fort ridge, Anson turned around and stood guard in front of Leslie with his sword raised in both hands.

His hands were trembling slightly, but his posture at this time was firm and without fear.
Chapter completed!