Chapter 282 The barbarians are coming (4 updates)

Rubbing his dizzy head, Brown looked at the regrouped Gulf soldiers, feeling helpless in his heart.

Lost like this?

It's really embarrassing.

Brown, who was still a little unconvinced just now, felt a heat in his face. He covered his aching chest and stood up again.

Angela, who came on horseback, was not surprised by their failure and didn't say much:

"Team 5 lost, the injured soldiers came out."

"The others rest in place for 30 minutes, and the injured soldiers each drink a bottle of blood-activating potion."

Before they could react, the soldiers from the third team who had just defeated them had already taken the blood-activating potion and distributed it to them.

Brown looked at Lyon, who looked calm, and opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

He swallowed the blood-activating potion in one gulp and waited until Leon walked away before sighing helplessly.

Just as Brown was arranging the soldiers to line up again, Lynch walked over with two white marks on his chest.

"Lost?"

"Are you so fast?"

The two of them each said something, then looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Brown rubbed his eyebrows in confusion, recalling the battle scene just now, and muttered unwillingly:

"It's a bit useless to lose!"

"Who says it's not the case? What's the situation here?"

Lin Qi, who had completely lost his temper, although his face relaxed slightly, the hand holding the sword hilt was a little white.

"What else could it be? A few heavily armed barbarian soldiers took the lead in charging, directly overcoming the shield soldiers' defense, and immediately opened a gap."

"The concentrated crossbow arrows were aimed at the opening and fired in volley, disrupting the formation."

"Dozens of soldiers rushed into the gap with small bucklers and directly killed the queue..."

Brown spread his hands, his tone revealing deep weakness.

Whether it is the individual strength of the soldiers or the cooperation between them, the gap is too big.

"It's the same on my side, I couldn't defend against even a single charge..."

The two people, who were brothers in distress, gritted their teeth and gathered together, looking at Team 1 and Team 2 who were starting to train.

They are still a little dissatisfied...

Two days later.

The quiet surface of the silver moon river has ripples.

Figures running wildly, chasing the fleeing cavalry.

Although the number of cavalry is small, they are not panicked.

They have always maintained a safe distance, out of the coverage of most long-range attacks.

Facing a few sporadic flying arrows, they can always control their horses to easily dodge.

Sometimes he even turns around and fights back with a crossbow with a longer range.

Their crossbows are fast and accurate, and the chasing barbarian wanderers are always unlucky enough to be shot.

"Haha..."

Even if they don't understand the language, the barbarian wanderers can still distinguish the arrogance in the arrogant laughter.

They gritted their teeth and chased, vowing to catch these hateful enemies.

Strip off their leather armor.

Take away the weapons from their hands.

Use their blood to prove their strength and wash away their humiliation.

However, these cavalrymen were very slippery and kept keeping the distance between them.

Faced with the encirclement and interception from both sides.

They would crawl into thorny paths at night, or drop caltrops that pierced horseshoes, pass through traps that had been laid long ago, and escape from the siege.

Just when they were about to give up, the Silver Moon River lying in front of them immediately made them overjoyed.

"Catch up, they can't run away."

"Surround them!!"

"Catch them, I will skin them!"

"Quick, quick!!"

Just when they were carried away by anger.

He rushed all the way out of the sparse woods and surrounded the few cavalrymen who had no way to escape.

A dense sound of breaking through the air roared from a distance.

The speeding crossbow arrows instantly enveloped them.

Dozens of barbarian wanderers immediately fell on their backs.

The few cavalrymen they were chasing joined forces with twice their number of enemies and quickly rushed over!

The sound of swords clashing flashed past.

During this period, there were screams of barbarians.

All the dust has settled.

Elio shook off the blood on his sword, glanced at the corpses around him, the slightly bright red light in his eyes slowly disappeared, and ordered in a deep voice:

"Inform Team 12 and Team 1 to spread out to both sides to avoid contact with the barbarians and monitor their general movements."

"The others took the prisoners and retreated, and the barbarian army came."

Feili tightened the rope tightly and put the prisoner on the captured war horse, with a little surprise in her eyes:

"These horses are really good. They have lost so much weight that they can still catch up with us."

Stroking a tall green horse, Elio's eyes revealed a little surprise:

"This is the famous green horse of the barbarians. Each one is worth 200 gold coins!"

"Ah? Is it so valuable? Then we just shot more than ten horses. Didn't we make a huge loss?"

"Tsk, what are you thinking about? First you have to win, try to survive, and finally enjoy the spoils."

"Don't talk so much. The other party has suffered a loss and may have been surrounded."

"..."

Port camp.

Matthew asked the returning supervisory team to rest as soon as possible, looked at the sparse coconut trees on the other side of the river, and said to Angela:

"Send Beelzebub and the others to teach the other party a profound lesson!"

Angela turned and left, and soon she heard the footsteps of the team leaving the camp.

Yaya looked at the wooden bridge entrance 300 meters away, saw the soldiers in formation, and asked curiously:

"Is 500 people enough? Is it too few?"

Looking at the completed defensive bunker at the entrance of the wooden bridge, his eyes fell on the four towering sentry towers, and Matthew asked:

"When you see that the opponent's number is small, will you think of taking the initiative to attack?"

The cute Yaya tilted her head, saw the barbarian figures emerging from the distance, and watched them heading straight for the wooden bridge.

As soon as they crossed the bridge, they immediately attacked the fortress.

Then, I saw them hit the iron plate.

Hundreds of attacking barbarians only lasted for a few dozen breaths before they were chopped down by Beelzebub bathed in red light.

Yaya blinked in realization and expressed his understanding:

"Ah! This is a large piece of food with thorns. The harder the person who wants to eat it bites, the deeper the thorns will pierce!"

Matthew was deeply impressed by Yaya's description and gently touched her head:

"That's right, these barbarians are in high morale and they will definitely run into them head-on. We will have to endure them for a few days to weaken their spirit."

Matthew's words sounded relaxed, but the battle in the fortress ahead became more and more intense.

Dozens or hundreds of barbarian teams came one after another, attacking the fortress.

Colliding into Beelzebub's bloody axe, the soldiers of Team 1 gained another powerful momentum.

Until the seventh stupid barbarian team was killed.

Another barbarian troop standing in the middle of the bridge happened to see this scene and chose to wait very conscientiously.

The behavior of the barbarians "sending themselves to death" stopped.

After cleaning the blood on the axe, Beelzebub looked at the tens of thousands of barbarians across the river, showed a bloodthirsty expression, and decisively taunted:
Chapter completed!