Riding and Slashing

Chapter 36 You Come Here
Li Ang looked at the Jatu people across the river, then at the chain armor face helmet in his hand, then raised his hand to look at the chain armor on his body, and suddenly told his subordinates to keep quiet.

Afterwards, he put on his face helmet and stood on the fort-like wall, exposing his upper body through the crude wooden baffle.

In his hand is an 'Eagle Strike Bow', which he borrowed from the horn-calling ranger.

Anson cried out worriedly: "My lord..."

But as soon as the words came out, Li Ang stopped him with a wave of his hand from behind.

He just stood there quietly, waving to the other side of the river.

Seeing Li Ang waving his hand, one person also joined the Jatu team across the river.

Probably a leader.

Because, he also wore the same chain armor helmet as Li Ang's.

As a grassland nation on horseback, born robbers, Jatu people are neither good nor capable of making high-tech equipment such as plate armor.

Their armor consisted mainly of studded leather or light mail.

Of course, this is also because their fighting style is not suitable for plate armor - they are more pursuing the mobility required for plundering, and the endurance and flexibility required for riding and shooting.

Among the Jatu warriors, the most capable and tyrannical elite war riders, or the Jatu warlords who control an army, all like to use this kind of chain armor that can cover their faces.

Probably because I have done too many bad things for fear of being recognized...

The Jatu man who came before him should be a small warlord.

Because unlike most of the Jatu cavalry behind him, he was wearing thicker armor, and his horse was also wearing patchwork armor.

This is obviously a person who does not need to consume horsepower frequently, so he deliberately pursues better survivability—that is, leadership treatment.

Although the gray equipment does not look gorgeous at all, it is unremarkable among the Jatu people, but this is the true face of battlefield equipment, if it is too handsome and conspicuous, it will be attacked by the enemy of.

The Jatu warlord looked at Li Ang, who was also wearing a helmet, and seemed to be hesitant. He stood at the bridge across the river and asked something.

But across the river, I can't hear clearly at all.

Even if I can hear it clearly, I probably can't understand it...

Seeing this, Li Ang raised the bow in one hand and waved it, and hooked his fingers with the other hand and shouted.

"Come here!"

The attitude is very relaxed and natural, just like greeting an old friend.

This was originally just to boost morale, to show that the lord is not afraid of a strong enemy and relax freely, so that his brothers can relax a little bit.

Anyway, I guess the other side couldn't hear what Li Ang was shouting...

But unexpectedly, the Jiatu warlord on the opposite side actually came over!

He set foot on the wooden bridge with only two entourages, three people and three horses lined up, and trotted onto the bridge.

Those two attendants should be Jatu war riders - chain armor and face helmet, exactly the same as Li Ang's outfit!
It wasn't until they reached the middle of the bridge that they stopped their horses suddenly—these three Jatus finally saw clearly the fort blocking the other side of the bridge in the camp...

It's tightly blocked!

And the moment they reined in their horses and stopped, Li Ang laughed loudly: "Shoot those two in the back!"

This helmet, which was originally only used to hide his face, was a crude means of improvisation, but it came in handy!
While speaking, the eagle bow in his hand also shot an arrow at an incredible speed, almost without aiming.

"Bispa!!"

The Jatu warlord shouted loudly, and he drove his horse in a panic to turn back, but was blocked by the followers behind him.

And at the moment when the Jiatu warlord turned around, a feathered arrow had drawn a slight parabola, precisely piercing through his calf.

This arrow shot very deep - his calf was only wearing leather riding boots, and the arrow directly nailed the Jatu warlord's leg to the horse's belly!
The horse raised its hooves and roared terribly, and the violent movement caused blood mist to spurt out of its abdomen, but the horse still didn't run around, but just shook its head and wagged its tail in pain, screaming and pacing on the spot.

This is a very well trained horse.

What a pity...

Li Ang drew the bow in his hand again.

This arrow passed through the eyes of the war horse, and the trembling arrow feathers brought a few tears from the horse.

The war horse stopped whining, and fell silently on the bridge with its master. The huge body pressed the crucified leg of the Jiatu warlord.

One of the two attendants behind him was pulling aside to make way, while the other abandoned his horse and flew to the fallen Jatu warlord, apparently intending to block the arrows with his body.

Several crossbow arrows were also fired from the shooting holes in the wall baffle at the same time. On the bridge deck with nowhere to hide, two heroic Jatu war riders were shot one after another.

The one on the side fell off his horse and into the river—there was no guardrail on this little broken bridge.

The one who blocked the arrow was shot into a hedgehog as he wished, and fell in front of the Jiatu warlord.

This Jatu warlord was probably a very brave tribal leader. He tried his best to hold on, looked back at Li Ang who was holding the bow, and shouted an incomprehensible Jatu word in despair: "Uzza! Jatu!!".

The effect of this short Jatu sentence is estimated to be similar to 'Ulla', and the Jatu cavalry on the other side of the river immediately began to swarm towards the bridge deck with manic roars, and the sound of "Uzzah" resounded through the sky.

"Klose! Get ready!"

Li Ang shouted loudly, pointing the arrow at the Jatu warlord, but he didn't pull the string again.

The Jatu cavalry on the other side of the river were about to step on the bridge, and the thunderous horseshoes caused violent vibrations.

The Jiatu Warlord, who had been watching Li Ang peacefully waiting to die, seemed to realize something, tried to stand up, but was pinned down by the horse and couldn't get away, so he turned around and shouted loudly to his subordinates: "Bispa! !"

And with his hands crossed in front of him, he seemed to be waving a signal—he probably wanted to make a movement to stop his progress.

But before he could move, Li Ang shot him down again.

This arrow pierced his arm and nailed his hand to the bridge.

The incompletely expressed command from Jatu's warlord turned into a meaningless high-pitched scream. He struggled so violently that he even tore out the leg that was pressed under the horse's belly.

The arrows on his legs were broken due to the struggle, and the blood flowed profusely, but the brave warlord still seemed to be struggling to stop his men from charging.

But Li Ang's third arrow pierced through his other leg, completely locking him on the bridge.

It was impossible for him to stand up again.

The three arrows, which were precise but not lethal, made the little warlord howl violently.

But the more they howled, the more the swarming Jatu cavalry rushed to the bridge and rushed to their leader.

Jatu people are also human beings, and they also have a strict hierarchy. They must rescue their leaders.

This hastily repaired bridge has a very narrow deck and no guardrails. Even with excellent riding skills, it can only accommodate two cavalrymen walking side by side.

Moreover, the horse will unconsciously slow down on it—creatures have the instinct to avoid danger, and the hastily laid boards are thin and soft, and the horse can sense it.

At the moment when the fastest Jatu cavalry rushed onto the bridge, a row of crossbow arrows shot out, and several cavalry screamed and fell off their horses. The wounded horses spun around on the bridge, blocking the enemies behind them.

Afterwards, piercing buzzing sounds continued, and the crossbowman, who was originally of average ability, displayed his maximum output ability in this shooting practice-like scene.

On the bridge, many disabled or dead bodies gradually piled up.

And under the bridge, it was already stained red with blood.

The Jatu riders were blocked by casualties at the bridgehead, and horses that lost their masters.

Some clever Jatu people had already dismounted, and they had already realized that horses could not run as fast as anyone on this bridge.

Some of the Jatu took off their nomadic shields and stepped over the corpse at the bridge.

A wave of foot charges began.

If people stand side by side, the bridge is estimated to be able to squeeze three or four people.

Dozens of Jatu people walking forward with their shields on their hands were crowded at the other end of the bridge, and the crossbow arrows fired flatly had little effect on the shields, so the crossbowmen slowed down their shooting frequency.

Only the bow and arrow in Li Ang's hand could still accurately avoid the cover of the shield, biting the flesh and blood of the Jatu people one by one.

But one bow, one person, is actually impossible to stop the advance of dozens of shield-wielding warriors.

After all, the Jatus rushed to the middle of the bridge, to the side of their leader.

But at this moment, the piers under the wooden bridge began to crack and crack.

"Klose! Cut!"

(End of this chapter)