Riding and Slashing

Chapter 41 Let's Fight, Boy

This camp was obviously abnormal. The Jatu people had a lot of experience in battle, so naturally they would not attack easily.

While sending scouts to investigate, two centurion-like war riders in the Jatu team also stepped out, shouting a few words in Jatu's unintelligible language from a distance.

I don't understand the meaning, but Li Ang understands one of the words.

That word was "Juan."

Li Ang also understood the intention of the two centurions—if Li Ang hadn't been there, the bridge should have been completed.They should be asking Juan to come out and take them across the river...

It seemed that Juan hadn't told the truth after all. He actually knew the purpose of this camp and the Jatu people.He was able to deceive Leon and Sarah in the way of nine truths and one falsehood in the torture before. He really has excellent acting skills, enough to win an Oscar.

However, Juan was dead, so he couldn't use him to fool the two Jatu people.

Sarah who was hiding under the fort's ridge became sad. She should have heard this word, and she probably blamed herself a little bit.

The Jatu warlord next to Li Ang started to struggle violently after hearing these two words, but Li Ang pinched his neck, tied his body, gagged his mouth, and covered his entire expression with the helmet on his head. —he can't convey any useful message.

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

They divided into two centuries.

One is at the bottom of the gentle slope to the south of the camp, facing the "gateway" of the camp - that is, an opening without a fence. Let's call it a gate, but in fact there is no gate.

The other branch wandered on the relatively flat east side outside the camp - the west side was the hillside, which was the direction in which Juan fled before, and it was not very convenient to ride a horse.

It was a cautious siege gesture.

But Li Ang didn't intend to break out of the encirclement at all, but instead planned to procrastinate for time. An extra minute of delay would increase the chances of reinforcements arriving.

The cautiousness of the Jatu people just met his expectations.

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

It was raining, and the Jiatu people's hard bows and horned bows would be affected, and their accuracy would be much worse. They probably didn't intend to kill the warlord in front of Li Ang by mistake.

Li Ang was actually quite nervous, for fear that the opponent would shoot arrows indiscriminately—what if the Jatu cavalry didn't plan to pay attention to this captured little warlord?
He has been pinching that warlord, in fact, intending to use him as a shield when necessary...

But it seems that the Jatu people have to pay attention.

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

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

The Jatu people prepared their bows and arrows, and they should just prevent themselves from breaking out.

After more than ten minutes of confrontation between the two sides, the Jatu scouts came back—there was no ambush around.

Thus, the Jatu people began to attack tentatively.

They only sent the team down the gentle slope.

The team on the side still stared at Li Ang with their bows.

The Jatu who launched the attack did not use their proficient cavalry and archery, but charged towards the camp with their lances.

The cry of "Uzzah" sounded again.

Obviously, they didn't want to injure the captured Jatu warlord by mistake, but they didn't have too many concerns - they probably just didn't want to kill the warlord by mistake with their own arrows, but they didn't care whether Li Ang would kill him or not.

May belong to different tribes.

The gentle slope in the front wasn't too steep, but the ground was muddy and uneven, and horses couldn't run too fast. Li Ang dragged the Jiatu warlord back slowly, and retreated to the wooden fortress.

Ahead, in the splashing muddy water, more than a dozen cavalry rushed into the camp first.

It was one of the two centurions who rushed to the front.

There are many obstacles in the camp, which is not a good place to ride a horse - wood piles, stone stoves, various wooden shelves in a mess, mangers... everything.

However, the leading war rider seemed to be very confident in his riding skills. He still didn't get off his horse, and charged towards Li Ang with his lance.

"Klose!"

When the spear was only a few meters away from Li Ang, Li Ang shouted, and then sent the Jatu Warlord in his hand forward—blocking himself.

The war rider was really good. He pulled the horse in the wrong direction, and then shot a horizontal spear with a handsome posture.

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

Klose rushed out from the inconspicuous haystack next to him, and the big sword in his hand brought grass clippings flying all over the sky.

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

Sprays of blood doused him, turning his heavy armor a crimson emerald.

"Stormtroopers!"

"what!"

Half of the ten stormtroopers were holding big swords, and the other half were holding a single-handed infantry sword in each hand. They rushed out from every corner of the camp, and each rushed towards the nearest enemy.

The enemy closest to Li Ang had already dismounted and rushed towards Li Ang with a shield and a scimitar—this was probably the elite of the centurion's men, also wearing a helmet.

But Li Ang shook the human shield, and then cut the Jiatu man to the ground with a single-handed sword.

The speed of the sword is extremely fast, it seems that there is no movement at all, and even the light of the sword cannot be seen.

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

There is no rain of arrows overhead, and the camp is deliberately stacked randomly so that the enemy cannot charge with a spear. In this environment with many obstacles, the hunks of Mettenheim can 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, and if you can sneak attack, you must sneak attack.This is Li Ang's usual operational thinking.

It is also all the things that can be arranged in the short 1 minute before facing the enemy.

No ingenious tricks can be used in this kind of encounter, and the tactics of fighting in front of the battle are nothing more than heaven, earth and man.

Timing, location, people...

Cough, the number of people is indeed a little less.

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

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

But one didn't pay attention, Leslie ran out from Sarah, took a short spear in her hand at some time, and heroically pierced a Jatu who was facing her back.

The Jatu man was struggling to resist Samer's surprise attack before, but he didn't expect to be stabbed in the waist by a woman.

At this moment, Leslie's eyes were bloodshot and her face was extremely ferocious. She stepped on the fallen Jatu man and pulled out the short spear with all her strength, her whole body was sprayed with a large amount of blood.

The blue skirt was dyed a oozing purple-brown.

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

But a Jatu who had already dismounted was rushing over from behind her.

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 if Anson was lucky, or the Jatu man behind Leslie was too weak. This almost random slashing sword managed to hit the Jatu man's vital point—half of his neck was cut off. Open, the head was almost broken, and a big wave of blood spattered on Leslie's face again.

Leslie turned her head with bloodshot eyes, saw that it was Ansen, and then looked at the Jatu people who fell at Ansen's feet, the blood in her eyes seemed to be clearer.

Anson grabbed Leslie and ran down the fort: "Go back!"

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

His hands trembled slightly, but his posture at this time was extremely firm and fearless.

Like a true knight.

(End of this chapter)