The rain gradually became heavier, and the cold wind coming from the north mixed with the increasingly dense raindrops made it almost difficult to keep one's eyes open.

Probably after this north wind passes, winter will begin.

Big raindrops were caught in the wind and hit the helmet, making a crackling sound. The wet rainwater followed the gaps in the chain armor and penetrated directly into the lining, bringing the chill to every part of the body.

But the violent wind and rain could not dilute the blood soaked in the soldiers.

In the camp, the corpses of Jatu people were already spread all over the ground.

Several other horses also fell to the ground, most of them victims of two-handed swords.

All the water on the ground has turned into thick blood mud, and the bright red liquid is flowing down the gentle slope.

In the center of the camp, countless Jatu people were lying upside down, and some were even stacked on top of each other.

Basically, they only have one wound on their body, but it is always at the critical point - the face, neck, heart, or between the legs...

These are all the results of Li Ang's battle. As long as he can kill his opponent quickly, he doesn't care where he stabs or kicks him.

Li Ang was already covered in blood, and his blue-gray chain mail had completely turned into reddish brown.

The helmet that covered the face had been soaked black with blood, and only two eyes of the bloody helmet were exposed, making him look like a demon.

The chain armor on the left chest was torn, and rolled up to reveal scarlet flesh, which was a stab wound.

In a melee, no matter how skilled you are, it is difficult to dodge the swords and guns coming from all directions.

But the sword in his hand was swung again, and it was still like lightning, with no sword light.

But this time, the sword blade tore through half of the opponent's chain armor neck guard with some difficulty, and made a gash in the opponent's throat.

The opponent was not dead, but covered his neck with blood gushing out and fell to the ground. After cutting down more than a dozen people, the sword seemed a bit blunt.

Li Ang has also clearly felt his physical fatigue. He is not the kind of madman with infinite endurance. In fact, he is better at one-on-one combat.

He picked up a nomadic shield that belonged to the enemy with his toes and took a breath.

A few meters away from Li Ang was Klose, whose whole body was already red and shiny. The shiny plate armor became extremely eye-catching after drinking blood. His tall and burly figure made him look more like a devil than Li Ang.

The corpses around him looked miserable, basically described as "blocks", and there was almost no whole corpse to be found.

The only one who was still relatively complete was the cavalryman he cut down in the end.

The crude sword in his hand has been completely deformed, but it is still terrifying - the thick sword, with the sound of howling wind, slashed across the waist of a cavalryman, the sword became S-shaped, and the Jatu cavalry became

A b shape.

The great sword has been blunted into a block of iron.

Behind the two men were stormtroopers standing in a row, but there were only eight of them left, and all of them were dripping with blood.

The enemy's, or one's own.

Behind the stormtroopers was the wooden fort ridge, with a row of crossbowmen squatting on the ridge doing their best.

At the bottom of the fort, Anson had put down his sword and was giving battlefield first aid to two seriously injured Mettenheim infantrymen.

In the camp, there were no standing enemies at all at this time.

"Bispa! Bispa!"

After suffering at least fifty casualties, the enemy shouted and retreated, and did not continue to charge. The camp was already full of corpses and debris, and the Jatu cavalry could only fight on foot.

As for Bu Zhan, all the big guys in the camp in front of him seem to be very tough...

In the age of cold weapons, a quarter of casualties was enough to collapse the morale of most troops, but these Jatu people did not.

They even still maintained good obedience and calm attitude.

This is the real reason why the Jatu cavalry is so terrifying.

They marched without any discipline or strategy, and they charged with no formation at all. They looked like a rabble - but they were never afraid of death.

They have their own social form and honor system, and fearlessness of life and death is the basic concept in their honor system.

Moreover, they have a reason to attack this camp - they want to open a way back to the grassland!

After all the Jatu people in the front retreated dozens of meters away, another centurion who was patrolling on the side led his team to the front of the formation and shouted something loudly.

Then he drew his saber, cut his face, and smeared the blood on his forehead.

This self-mutilating behavior seemed to be contagious. His men all took out their sabers and cut themselves in the face.

Everyone's forehead was covered with bright red finger marks.

The Jatu warlord who was gagged in the camp saw this scene and made a "ka ka ka" sound with his throat, as if he was laughing.

And then, he tried to put his neck to Sarah's sword blade.

But Sarah quickly sheathed the sword, causing the warlord to attempt suicide.

Down the gentle slope.

After the collective self-mutilation and plastic surgery of all members, a cry of "Uzza! Jatu!!" restarted the battlefield.

"Uzzah! Jatu!!"

All the Jatu people took off their bows and started firing volleys despite the wind and rain.

Their self-mutilation seemed to be a ritual, and the result of the ritual was that they no longer cared about the captured warlord!

"Stand back! Raise your shield!"

A wet bow body will reduce its elasticity, resulting in low arrow power, and even worse accuracy in wind and rain. However, if more than a hundred archers shoot arrows at the same time, they don't need to be very accurate, and no one can hold back a volley of random arrows.

The arrows fell like locusts caught in the raindrops.

Li Ang raised his nomadic buckler and retreated to the edge of the fortress. The crossbowmen were trying their best to fight back, but it was difficult for their crossbows to be accurate in the wind and rain.

The flaw of the Mettenheimers not being good at using shields was clearly revealed at this time.

Klose's steel armor jingled, and the thick plate armor blocked several arrows, but a cone-headed arrow still pierced the seam of his shoulder. He rolled over to find a large wooden board, barely covering his body.

shape.

The other Mettenheim infantrymen were also in an almost desperate situation. Without shields in their hands, they were forced to hide in the nearby barracks. The tents and wooden roofs could barely hold on for a while.

The crossbowmen were also baptized by the rain of arrows.

Most of them had shields, but they had nowhere to hide on the fortress, and the arrows flying in the wind and rain still caused a lot of casualties.

Half of them held shields for cover, and the other half used crossbows to fight back, but the obvious gap in numbers and rate of fire made it difficult for them to raise their heads.

Fortunately, most of them were from Changhe Town, and they did not run away when faced with the Jatu people.

After several rounds of arrows, the three hired crossbowmen fell down the ridge of the fort, splashing huge waves in the river on the other side.

The Jatu people once again sent more than fifty people to dismount and charge. The big men who were good at foot combat were suppressed by the rain of arrows. No one in the camp came forward. When they rushed into the camp, the arrow rain from the Jatu people on the outside was still there.

Didn't stop.

This is undifferentiated coverage shooting!

Li Ang picked up Ansen's sword and faced the enemy, shouting loudly: "If you are afraid of death, you can jump into the river to escape, no one will blame you!"

This is for the crossbowmen.

There is actually a trick behind the words of the cunning lord... Maybe some people are indeed afraid of death and want to run away, but who will admit it at this time?

So this sentence attracted a lot of ridicule: "Afraid of genitals! Whoever runs away is the chicken!"

This is the voice of the swimming expert.

After a burst of laughter, the real hard battle began.

The Jatu people charged without fear of life and death, and the front of the camp was quickly filled with people.

This was indeed the melee that Li Ang wanted, but it was definitely not the scene he wanted to see.

Klose and his stormtroopers fought furiously, and every strong man already had bright red wounds on his body.

The crossbowmen had also jumped off the fort ridge, pulled out their infantry swords and stood in front of Anson and Sarah, entering into a state of hand-to-hand combat - they had no crossbow bolts.

And just after Li Ang paid the price of having arrows inserted into his thighs and shoulders, and struggled to pierce a war rider, he heard a deep and clear sound coming from the distance.

"Woo...Woo...Woo..."

This is the sound of a trumpet.
Chapter completed!