Riding and Slashing

Chapter 42
The rain is getting heavier, and the cold wind from the north is mixed with more and more dense raindrops, which makes it almost blinding.

Probably after the north wind has passed, it will be winter.

Bean-sized raindrops were wrapped in the wind and hit the helmet with a crackling sound.The infiltrated rainwater went straight into the inner lining along the gaps of the chain armor, bringing the chill to every part of the body.

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

In the camp, the corpses of the Jatu people had spread all over the floor.

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

The accumulated water on the ground has all turned into thick bloody mud, and the bright red liquid is flowing down the gentle slope.

In the center of the camp, I don't know how many Jatu people fell in disorder, and some even piled up on top of each other.

They basically have only one wound on their body, but it is all fatal - the face, the neck, the heart, or between the legs...

This is all the result of Li Ang, as long as he can kill the opponent quickly, he doesn't care where he stabs or kicks.

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

The covered helmet has been soaked black with blood, and the blood helmet with only two eyes exposed makes him look like a demon.

The chain armor on the left chest was torn, and the scarlet flesh was rolled up, it was a knife wound.

In the melee, no matter how good your skills are, it is difficult to avoid the swords and guns in all directions.

But the sword in his hand swung again, still like lightning, without seeing the light of the sword.

But this time, the blade only tore open half of the opponent's chain armor neck guard with some difficulty, and cut a hole in the opponent's throat.

The opponent didn't die, but fell down and rolled over while clutching his blood-gusting neck—after cutting down more than a dozen people, the sword seemed a little blunt.

Li Ang has also obviously felt the exhaustion of his body. He is not the kind of madman with infinite endurance. In fact, he is better at one-on-one.

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 glowing red.The shiny plate armor became extremely eye-catching after drinking blood, and his tall and burly figure made him look more like a devil than Li Ang.

The corpses around him looked miserable, basically expressed in 'pieces', and it was almost impossible to find a whole corpse.

The only one that was fairly complete was the last cavalryman he cut down.

The rough sword in his hand has been completely deformed, but it is still terrifying - the thick sword cut horizontally at the waist of a cavalryman with the sound of howling wind, and the sword became S-shaped, while the Jatu cavalry became B shape.

The big sword has become blunt into a block of iron.

Behind the two was the stormtrooper standing in a row, but there were only eight people left, and all of them were bleeding.

the enemy's, or one's own.

Behind the stormtroopers was the wooden fortress, on which a row of crossbowmen squatted, trying their best to output.

Under the fort, Anson had already put down his sword, and he was giving first aid to two seriously injured Mettenheim infantrymen.

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

"Bispa! Bispa!"

After paying at least 50 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 era of cold weapons, a quarter of casualties is enough to collapse the morale of most troops, but these Jatu people did not.

They even still maintain a decent level of obedience and calmness.

This is the real reason why the Jatu cavalry is terrible.

They marched without discipline or strategy, and charged without formation, looking like a mob—but they never feared death.

They have their own social form and honor system, and no fear of life and death is the basic concept in their honor system.

Moreover, they had a reason to attack this camp - they crossed the river from here, and this camp was the way back to the grassland!
After all the Jatu people in the front retreated tens of meters away, another centurion who was patrolling on the side led the team to the front of the formation and shouted something loudly.

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

This kind of self-mutilation seems to be contagious, and his subordinates also took out their sabers and cut themselves in the face.

Everyone had bright red finger marks on their foreheads.

The Gatu Warlord who was gagged in the camp, after seeing this scene, let out a "Ka Ka Ka" sound from his throat, as if he was laughing.

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

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

down a gentle slope.

After the collective self-mutilation and plastic surgery, the battlefield was restarted with a cry of "Uzzah! Jatu!!"

"Uzzah! Jatu!!"

All the Jatus took off their bows and started firing salvos against 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 will reduce the elasticity, the power of the arrow will not be high, and the accuracy will be even worse in the wind and rain.But more than a hundred archers shoot their arrows at the same time, it doesn't need to be very precise, and no one can hold back the random arrows.

The rain of arrows fell in the raindrops like migratory locusts.

Li Ang raised the nomadic round shield and retreated to the edge of the fort. The crossbowmen tried their best to fight back, but it was difficult for their crossbows to be accurate in the wind and rain.

The defect that the people of Mettenheim are not good at using shields is undoubtedly revealed at this time.

Klose's steel armor jingled, and the thick plate armor blocked a few arrows, but there were still cone-headed arrows piercing his shoulder seam.He rolled over to find a big board, which barely covered his figure.

The other Mettenheim infantrymen were also almost in desperation. Without shields in their hands, they were forced to hide in the barracks next to them. The tents and wooden roofs could barely hold up 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 fort, and the arrows flying in the wind and rain still caused a lot of casualties.

Half of the people held shields to cover, and the other half used crossbows to fight back, but the obvious gap between the number and the 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 from the Jatu people.

After a few rounds of arrow rain, the three hired crossbowmen landed on the fort, splashing huge waves in the river on the other side.

The Jatus once again dispatched more than 50 people to dismount and charge - the big men who were good at foot combat were suppressed by the rain of arrows, and no one in the camp showed their heads. stop.

This is indiscriminate coverage shooting!
Li Ang picked up An Sen's sword and faced the enemy, shouting loudly: "If you are afraid of death, you can jump into the river and escape, no one will blame you!"

This is for the crossbowmen.

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

So this sentence caused a burst of ridicule: "Afraid of a genital! Whoever runs away is a chicken!"

It was the voice of the expert swimmer.

After a burst of laughter, the real battle began.

The Jiatu 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 fought violently with the stormtroopers, and every hunk had bright red wounds on his body.

The crossbowmen had also jumped off the fortress, drew out their infantry swords to block Anson and Sarah, and entered a state of hand-to-hand combat-they had no crossbow arrows.

And just after Li Ang paid the price of having feathered arrows stuck in his thighs and shoulders, and strenuously pierced through a war rider, he heard a deep and clear voice from a distance.

"Ugh...uuuuuuuu..."

This is the trumpet.

Accompanied by the sound of the horn, there was a more dull sound of horseshoes, with great momentum, from far to near.

(End of this chapter)