Lord of War

  Arrow rain like locusts.

  Flying arrows shot out from all directions in the forest, and landed on William's flower array, but they were all blocked by a strong shield, only making a jingle. After experiencing the first wave of arrow rain, the completely defensive northern barbarians were never shot by the flying arrows. Even the archers in the center of the flower array were well protected, and there was no need to worry about their lives. threat.

  As the flower formation shrinks, the whole formation looks like a bud in bud.

   But compared to the situation on William’s side, the troops of Lovran’s garrison can be said to be a shura field.

  Arrow rain is covered at the same time for both sides.

  Because the archer troops of the Lovran garrison have shrunk their formation, they have become the target of the opponent's key attack. The dense number of arrows is at least two or three times that of Sean's side. Under the pouring of the first wave of arrows, nearly a hundred people in the Lovran garrison fell forever, and the number of injured even far exceeded this number. , It was only the first wave of attacks, and the Lovran garrison was in a state of chaos, and even the most basic counterattack could not be achieved.

   Then, there is the second wave of arrows.

However, because of the Lovran garrison attracting firepower on the other side, Sean’s troops, who seemed to be more cautious and difficult, naturally did not encounter such a strong attack. Obviously, the other party’s purpose was only to use the coverage of the arrow rain. Delayed the speed of Xiao En and others.

  This tactic is exactly the same as the tactic used by Sean in the Burys Forest that night!

  As long as they concentrate their forces, they will first deal with the Lovran garrison, which is larger, but apparently easier to deal with, then they can concentrate their forces and then in turn eat Sean’s troops. After all, Sean’s army has only a mere two hundred men. In the eyes of the enemy, this number is obviously not high, especially since they still have one hundred northern barbarians who are considered the least suitable for soldiers.

  No matter how you look at it, Sean’s army is obviously a persimmon!

   Judging from the current situation, it is not clear whether the enemy's commander is very good, Sean and others, but it is certain that the opponent at least knows how to fight better than the idiots in the Lovran garrison. Of course, there is nothing new in tactics, but warfare never needs any new ideas, as long as it is practical—and undoubtedly, this tactic of arrow rain coverage is indeed the most applicable in this kind of forest terrain.

  At least, Sean’s force was indeed held back.

  Moreover, the number of opponent's archers is not too small. The continuous rain of arrows, coupled with the precision shooting from time to time, makes Shaun completely unable to raise his head. Although their counterattack was much better than that of Rovela's garrison, they were not sharp at all. After a few sparse arrows were shot out, they didn't know if they hit the enemy.

  However, what is different from this intense atmosphere is the excited William in the flower array.

  William’s face turned red, his appearance was as if he was drunk, and William, who was already more beautiful than a woman, now seemed to be full of strange charm. He pursed his mouth and laughed, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and his sniffles were extremely heavy, but everyone knew that William was the most dangerous at this time. The more excited he was, the calmer his mind would be, and the acceleration of his thinking would make him more comfortable. He has faster judgment.

  "The opposing commander is at least better than those junk." William chuckled lightly, his voice thick, "there are not many archers against us, they are divided into two batches..."

  While saying this, William did not know where to pick up a branch and drew a half arc on the ground, like a watershed.

   At the bottom of the watershed, a circle was drawn, saying: "This is us."

   Then, on the other side of the watershed, three smaller circles were drawn on the left, middle, and right positions: "This is the distribution of the opponent's archers.... It may be slightly off, but in fact it should be the same."

The branch made a stroke in the circle on its own side, and directly drew a straight line to cut into the small circle on the left, and said in a deep voice: "After a while, all the archers will shoot the arrows here for me, regardless of whether it is effective or not. I'm staring here!...Sean, Mr. Fred, you lead the fourth and fifth squad, and quickly insert it to the right. You don't need to worry about the others, as long as you can penetrate the enemy line, it is enough."

   is another straight line connecting the smaller circle and the larger circle on the right.

  Finally, the branch fell on the small circle in the middle: "Miss Cecilia, can your fireball skills be thrown about two hundred meters away?"

   "No problem." Cecilia thought for a while, then nodded, "But... it may cause wildfires."

"It doesn't matter." William didn't even think about it. "Then the middle batch of archers will be handed over to you, Miss Cecilia.... Anno, once Cecilia launches an attack, you immediately lead the second. The team rushed towards the middle, nothing needed to do, just kill!"

   "Okay!" The stupid Anno nodded with a smile, without the slightest fear on his face.

   But everyone knows that the road in the middle is the real danger, because he will be flanked by the left, middle and right sides.

Shoot the arrow on the left, you can only shoot blindly in this forest, because the distance between each other is at least 200 meters, the other side can see you, but you can’t see the other side; the road on the right, because of the lack of long-range attacks, so The attack can only be carried out until close to the body. Although it is dangerous, it is not as good as the middle road. What's more, William only gave Anno a team of twenty people, far inferior to the forty people on the right.

   "Should I come?" Alfred frowned.

  William shook his head and said only one sentence: "He is a barbarian from the North."

Iron Wings is an army composed purely of northern barbarians. Whether it is now or in the future, Sean has decided that he will never mix into other tribes, so the future commander of this legion will only be one person. That is Anno. Although the current steel wings are from the Anno tribe, there will be other northern barbarians who will be incorporated in the future, so Anno must start training now.

  William does not expect Anno to lead the command alone, but at least he must be brave and always on the forefront.

  Another dense rain of arrows pours, clinking.

  At the moment when the last sound stopped, William’s lips softly spit out a word: "Go!"

  It is like a flash of mercury and a flash in the pan.

  The shields of steel wings were all put down, and the movements were so neat and uniform that they did not look like the behavior of the northern barbarians. Originally stacked on top of each other like a whole shield array, a hundred individuals were completely dispersed in a second, and then it ran like a gear quickly, turning into five independent and mutually traction. Individual.

  An archer suddenly stood up from the formation. His arrow had already been on the arrow, but he did not pull the string.

  In the process of getting up, the right hand gradually pulls the bowstring away, while the left hand lifts the bow at the same time. When the person stands straight, the bowstring is just full of the moon. Not how to aim, just aim the arrow in the direction specified by William, and then gently squeeze the right hand of the tail feathers before quietly loosening it.

   "Shoo!"

  The arrow left the string, and the tail feathers pulled out a white mark in the air, sinking into the dimly distant forest.

  This arrow was like a leading horse, followed by dozens of arrows, all flying in this direction. They don't ask for accuracy, just cover in a general direction, and the arrows pouring out form a counterattack with sufficient deterrence in an instant. Immediately afterwards, the archers scattered around, as if they had found the backbone, began to shoot in this direction. The countless arrows did not care whether they could hit the enemy, but more like the suffocation and anger that were suppressed before. , Vent out in one breath.

  In an instant, the enemy on the left was completely suppressed, and instead turned into the opponent being suppressed.

  At this time, Sean, Alfred, and Anno have also taken the team assigned to them by William to charge toward their respective goals.

   Anno pushed the shield with his left hand, and there was a slight tremor from the forearm muscles holding the shield, which was the impact of an arrow shot on it and blocked. Anno has no time or opportunity to see what the condition of the feather arrows shot from the left is. He can only hold the half-length shield in his hand in front of his left and protect his head and upper body. As for the ones below the thighs In part, he was completely powerless.

  However, the opponent is not a sharp shooter anyway. Judging from his fast running motion, it is a little difficult to shoot him in the legs.

  Anno's left hand held the spear tightly, and he rushed to the forefront of the team. As the former unit leader, the current captain, and the future leader, Anno's heart is actually quite proud, very happy and quite satisfied.

  He knew that in the future there would be no shortage of food for the tribes, and no one would starve to death in their tribes, and they would not even have to be locked in a cage like an animal to be judged by others, and they would not have to be blinded by others everywhere. During the period when he was detained underground by the Seddings Chamber of Commerce, he also heard some "predecessors" mention the word "master". Of course, he also knew that slaves did not have human rights, and he encountered something uncomfortable. Accident, will be beaten severely.

  Anno doesn’t know if Sean is the so-called good master of those seniors, but in his own opinion, Sean is a very good headmaster. He not only fed them food, but also gave them a place to live, and even gave them treatment and new equipment that they had never had before, and the only thing they needed to do was similar to what they did when hunting in the ice before. The target is just two-legged people, of course there are those he doesn't understand, but William said "training" that can make them live longer.

  At the beginning, Anno was actually a little bit cunning, because he felt that letting Sean be their "unitary growth", then their food would be lost in the future. Afterwards, in order to make his tribe reflect the "valuable" of those predecessors, Anno quickly told Sean what he was good at without reservation, and then went all out to complete Xiao. Grace's instructions.

   Anno found that she actually didn't hate this kind of life.

  For their northern barbarians, being alive is a kind of happiness, and having a full meal is a kind of greater happiness.

  They have never read books, learned nothing, know something very superficial, and don’t know what’s right and wrong, but they know exactly what gratitude is. They were not grateful to gods, because the barbarians of the North never believed in any gods. The ancestor worship they advocated was the source of their power. So they thanked Sean because it was Sean who guaranteed their future.

There was another light shock on his left arm. It was the shock from another arrow hitting it. Anno ignored it. He clenched the spear in his hand and ran quickly in the forest. The sharp eyes like a falcon constantly scanned the enemies that might appear in the direction of advancement. When he was preparing to act, William quietly said a word to him. He said that his task is very heavy and the possibility of death is very high, but if he can hold on for longer, the pressure on Sean will be reduced a lot.

For Sean, Anno doesn’t actually mind the sacrifice, because he knows that his tribe has a better unitary leader than himself—their tribe’s future is guaranteed to grow, and parents who raise themselves don’t have to worry about not having enough food. Choosing to go hungry for the future of the tribe, he no longer has to worry about someone who cannot survive the cold weather because of hunger.

   Suddenly!

  A feather arrow shot from the forest!

  The timing of the aim of the archer is very good, and even the advance amount has been calculated, so when the arrow is shot, it can be wiped from the edge of the shield in Anno's hand, and the tail feathers have even brushed the edge of the shield.

  The arrow came too suddenly. When Anno found it, the arrow had passed through his shield and shot over. At this time, it was obviously impossible to dodge or resist. But perhaps because the tail feathers brushed the edge of the shield, the arrow that was originally shot at his throat was slightly off, and finally only pierced his left shoulder-that was the only place where there was no shelter, because of the rivet. The shoulder pad of the breastplate is on the right.

  It hurts a bit.

  This was Anno's first thought, but the arrow only made his figure pause slightly. But soon, Anno became extremely excited, because this was the first enemy he found, so he ran towards the enemy at a faster speed, looking at the back of the opponent running in embarrassment. Anno changed the grip of the spear in his right hand slightly, and with a sudden throw, the spear penetrated the opponent's body and nailed him to the ground completely.

   Then when he ran past him, Anno held the handle of the spear with his right hand, and pulled out the spear with a strong lift. The whole process did not even waste a second of time.

Immediately afterwards, Anno sounded William's call again, and then he did an action that would never have been possible when hunting in the ice field before-Anno suddenly pulled out his throat, let out an extremely excited roar, and suffocated his heart. The emotions that I was holding were completely vented.

  In this way, should we be able to attract more attention?