When the heavy curtain fell, everyone in the audience was stunned. Thirty or forty soldiers kneeling or standing on the narrow wooden platform with their bowstrings fully drawn, and three flashlights lined up on each bowstring.
Iron arrows with cold light.
The owner of the hotel laughed ferociously, and rolled his squat body to the side. The soldiers immediately released their fingers, and the arrows that had been preparing for a long time flew towards the crowd. The crowd was immediately in chaos, and the pampered nobles were urinating and running around howling like ghosts.
The mercenaries who were accustomed to licking blood from their swords and seeing the battlefield shouted angrily and drew out the sharp blades from their waists to block the incoming arrows. Because the matter was in a hurry, most of the mercenaries did not carry weapons, and only those with strong martial arts skills
Those who can burst out fighting energy to protect their bodies, while those who are weaker will take advantage of the chaos to sneak into the chaotic crowd and use other people's bodies to win a chance of escape for themselves.
The owner of the hotel, who usually had a smile on his face and was groveling, stood behind the soldiers with a cold face, and coldly ordered the soldiers to string their bows and arrows again, draw them to full length, aim, and fire, in an endless cycle. There were high altitudes on three sides of the backyard.
A large number of soldiers quickly gathered on the wall and on the roof leading to the guest room. These soldiers also held bows and arrows in their hands and carried huge quivers on their backs. After shooting an iron arrow, they immediately reached out and pulled out another and shot it out without giving any warning.
When people have a chance to breathe, shoot towards crowded places.
For a time, the sky above the backyard of the Tianxia Hotel was filled with overwhelming arrows, and the darkness was pressing down into the courtyard. The grudges of fighting spirit that were originally scattered and bursting at different locations in the crowd gradually became less and less, and finally disappeared completely, except for those who were condescending.
The ruthless sneak attackers, the corpses crisscrossed in the courtyard were all covered with iron arrows, and they looked extremely miserable. The blood-seeking flies smelled the strong smell of blood, and swarmed in from behind the wall, landed on the corpses, and waved.
If it doesn't go away, the thick dark red liquid on the ground paved with bluestones flows towards the low-lying areas, gathering into blood puddles that emit a pungent smell.
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At the inner city gate of Dema City.
Nearly a thousand mercenaries from different kingdoms and regions crowded in front of the city gate, protesting loudly.
"Why don't you let us leave? We are not your subjects of the Wolf Kingdom!"
"Yeah, why interfere with our freedom, we are leaving the city now!"
"Is this how the descendants of the Mercenary King treat us devout worshipers from afar?"
"Open the city gate quickly!"
The mercenaries became noisy and the crowd became angry.
Starting from near dusk, the gates of Dema City were tightly closed. The leader of a small group of soldiers guarding the city gate announced that the auction in Dema City had officially ended. Dema City had entered a curfew. No one was allowed to enter or leave without reason.
You have to wait until tomorrow to leave the city. These mercenaries from all directions are rude men who only know where they want to go. Why do they need someone to control them? In anger, they simply ignored the explanations of the soldiers guarding the city.
Keeping clamoring to leave the city, the mercenaries once pushed towards the guards. Amid the anger of the crowd, the entire city gate area was like a burning powder keg, with the possibility of exploding at any time.
The crowd gathered more and more, and the captain of the guard team could not withstand the pressure. He was already sweating through his clothes. While ordering one of his soldiers to go report to the patrolling guards, he secretly cursed the senior guards in his heart for doing something outrageous and enforcing a curfew.
, you have to force yourself to close the city gates, there is no such thing as a curfew in normal times, but now so many dangerous people have gathered in the city, they are restricting people's freedom of coming and going. What kind of thing is this?
The soldiers who went out to report the news struggled to squeeze through the crowd, and ran to the captain's side like a flying horse and reported: "General Ryan is not in the city. General Reno asked me to tell you to hold on for the time being and never open the city gate. He will be there soon."
The captain of the city guard wiped away cold sweat, climbed up on a wooden barrel next to the city gate, and shouted at the top of his lungs to the mercenaries: "Don't be anxious, everyone, our captain of the guard is already on the way. Wait for the captain of the guard to arrive."
I will open the door for everyone immediately, everyone, please be patient, I, a little soldier, really can't make the decision!"
"He is lying!" Someone among the mercenaries has jumped out to expose the lie of the city guard captain. "It has been opened long ago. Why wait until now? Stop using nonsense to frustrate us. We are leaving the city now, now!"
"Hurry up and open the door, or I will do it myself!" A mercenary who was over two meters tall and had a sinewy face shouted from the crowd, his knuckles clenching.
Seeing someone coming forward, the mercenaries could no longer hold back and swarmed forward. The impatient ones had already grabbed the thick iron chain hanging the heavy city gate and tried to force the door open.
"It's coming, it's coming! Look, everyone, our guard captain is already here, don't pull me away!" The captain of the city guard saw that a dozen tall and strong mercenaries were dragging the chain backwards, which weighed more than 10,000 yuan.
The 5-pound cast iron city gate had been hung up through a gap. He was sweating profusely. Looking around nervously, he saw Renault, fully armored and riding an armored horse, slowly approaching the mercenaries.
"There seems to be something wrong!" The captain of the city guard was not a fool. He immediately saw that something was not right about the situation in front of him. The outer city patrol team, which had always been light and simple, was now wearing heavy armor. Their arms were about four meters long.
The Changge pointed downwards, and the war horse was also fully armored. A fine iron shield with a radius of nearly one meter hung on one side of the stirrup. Moreover, the outer city patrol originally had less than 500 people, but now it seems to be far more than 500.
People, the captain of the city guard opened his mouth in surprise and looked at it from a distance, thinking that this was simply a gesture to suppress the rebellion.
The word "suppression" flashed through the mind of the city guard captain, and an unpleasant feeling surged in his heart. Just as he was about to ask the soldier who just came back to report what was going on, he was blocked by his feet.
The bucket shook so violently that it fell down.
The mercenaries gathered at the city gate also felt the ground trembling under their feet. They looked around in surprise, only to see nearly a thousand heavy cavalry on the long street not far behind them, holding weapons with both hands and pointing their fingers downwards.
, formed a sharp arrow-shaped formation, and urged the war horses under their crotches to rush towards the city gate. The horses were getting faster and faster, and the shields hanging on the tops of the helmets of the knights instantly fell down and clasped their entire faces.
Chang Ge's right hand was stretched forward as a support, holding Ge's body tightly under his armpit. With his left hand free, he took off his shield to cover the vital parts of the throat and chest where the armor was connected. For a moment, the horse's hooves were like thunder, and the sound was terrifying.
Nearly a thousand war horses came rushing towards us, and the mercenaries who had been completely confused about the situation suddenly realized: This is going to kill us! The mercenaries have all experienced blood and fire for a long time, and they are all brave and warlike people. Seeing this
Unfazed by the scene, he ignored the closed city gate behind him for the time being. Fighting energy of varying colors and degrees erupted from his body, and he punched towards the cavalry formation.
Some mercenaries once followed the corps to the battlefield. After rolling over the pile of dead people, they finally understood that the bravery and ruthlessness between warriors or the small-scale battles between corps were completely different from real wars.
It was like a group of babbling children riding sticks, playing and fighting on horseback. These mercenaries could not help but feel cold all over with palpitations. They faintly felt that it was not just the siege of the city gate that aroused the anger of these cavalry.
It's so simple. If it's just a simple intimidation by force, it's far more than that. Because the cavalry and horses have long arms and iron shields, plus the weight of the full armor on the horses and men, the impact generated after running is too huge to be contained.
Judging from the posture of these cavalry, it is clear that they are engaged in a real war. This group of mercenaries is the enemy who will not stop fighting.
Some slick mercenaries had already secretly dispersed to both sides while no one was paying attention, while more upright and impulsive mercenaries waved their fists and rushed toward a torrent of steel without hesitation. With a bang, the front ends of the two groups collided. When they came together, blood was everywhere in an instant, and severed limbs were thrown away. The cavalry were condescending, and the sharp swords in their hands were so high that they could be lifted on the heads and chests of the mercenaries. With the huge impact of the galloping horses, the arrow-shaped cavalry was like sharp blades. It cut through the crowd as easily as flesh, stabbing through the crowd in one breath.
The mercenary with a fierce face who rushed in the middle relied on his superb martial arts skills and was as strong as an ox. After a short sprint, he jumped up high and slammed his fist on the iron helmet of a cavalryman with fighting spirit. A large amount of blood spurted out from the gap in the mask, and a large dent was made in the helmet. He died instantly and fell off the horse. As soon as the mercenary who succeeded in the hit hit the ground, he was roared beside him before he could find the next target. The passing knight was brought down, and before he could react in the confusion, he was heavily trampled on his chest by a pair of iron-wrapped horse hooves. His sternum collapsed, blood foam came out of the corners of his mouth and he kept twitching. He saw that he was dead, and was immediately hit by the horse rushing up from behind. The hooves trampled it into a puddle of pulpy flesh.
After the cavalry penetrated the crowd, its remaining strength gradually declined. Under Reno's command, the horse's head was awkwardly turned around. The tail of the team merged into the head of the team, and the original head of the team spread out into the tail wing, pointing the spearhead back at the crowd.
With just one attack, the cavalry completely dispersed the mercenaries and suffered heavy losses. Less than one-third of the mercenaries were left. At this time, the mercenaries who were lucky enough to escape realized their fear and scattered with shouts. Running away, the cavalry suddenly removed their armor under Renault's order, revealing the light armor on the knights and horses. They dropped the long swords and iron shields in their hands, drew out the broad swords hanging from their waists, and divided into ten teams to chase the fleeing mercenaries.
Originally, the role of heavy cavalry in war was as a vanguard unit, simply to break up the enemy's formation. Going into battle lightly was a taboo, but now what they have to deal with is not a similarly armed army, but a group of individuals with strong military strength. It was just a relatively powerful mob, because a large number of soldiers were sent out to surround and pursue Dema City for hundreds of miles, and it was really impossible to spare more troops. Renault had no choice but to take risks and use the heavy cavalry as light cavalry. However, These mercenaries were obviously frightened by the killing and no longer offered any resistance at all. They only chose some secluded alleys and rushed in without hesitation to escape. However, they were hit by a barrage of cold arrows from archers who were ambushing them at unknown times and places. Forced back near the city gate.
The battle ended quickly. Without any suspense, almost all the mercenaries were wiped out. Only some disabled people lay on the ground and occasionally touched their limbs. They were quickly repaired by the cavalry who were on horseback and patrolling back and forth. The last sword was a complete death. At the beginning of the battle, the city guard who was entangled in the flow of mercenaries was also killed as an enemy. Only the upper half of his body was left, and the city guard captain stared at the hanging city with wide eyes. The thick iron chain on the door is a sight to behold.
A crescent moon hangs from its tip, emitting a cold light that reflects on the open space of the city gate filled with blood, making it look like purgatory on earth.