Riding and Slashing

Chapter 37
"Kara..."

The thin wooden bridge deck barely bears the weight of dozens of Jatu people, but under the bridge, two wooden piles have been deformed violently.

And, after the sound of "dong dong dong" logging under the bridge sounded, the sound of wood cracking began one after another.

The violent tearing sound even covered the shouts of the Jatu people!
Klose and a few brave carpenters are working as loggers under the bridge, with big swords and axes flying up and down without stopping.

The Jatu soldier in the front row realized something was wrong, but the crowd behind him made it impossible for him to retreat!

He could only continue to push forward, he even put the shield on his head, and speeded up desperately!

"Ka Ka Ka... Long..."

Perhaps the decision of the Jatu man in the front row was correct, but as more cracks sounded, the bridge finally sank, and dozens of Jatu soldiers fell into the icy Tongtian River along with the bridge.

And behind them, several cavalry who were clearing obstacles also fell into the river from the bridge.

The dozens of wooden stakes in the middle of the river were all broken at this moment!
All the wooden piles fell due to the subsidence of the bridge deck, and then sank in the water for a while, then resurfaced and were washed away by the current.

Of course, this was Li Ang's 'technical adjustment'. The wooden piles in the middle of the river had not been cut by Klose and the others, but the sections were still neat - they had been sawed off long ago, and the connecting wood used for reinforcement was removed.

The river water instantly became extremely turbid, and several horses that fell into the river neighed and surfaced, and were gradually swept downstream with the current.

But most of the Jatu people who fell into the river were submerged within a few breaths—although the river here is not urgent, it is still not shallow, and it is more than enough to submerge the armored Jatu people.

Only a few people emerged from the water, grabbed some broken planks and swam desperately back, but were killed by the crossbow arrows fired from the camp.

It seems that this grassland nation is not all landlubbers.

However, being out of the water is a live target, and these Jatu people obviously don't know how to dive.

The warlord Jatu also fell into the river. In fact, his subordinates did manage to save him—at least into the river.

However, he was wearing heavy armor, and his arms and legs were pierced by arrows...

It would truly be a miracle if this situation managed to surface.

Seeing helplessly that their leader disappeared into the water after thumping desperately a few times, some Jatu people began to search downstream along the river.

And more Jatu cavalry became a little at a loss, and the formation was already in disarray.

But on Li Ang's side, two shirtless mercenaries began to take off their pants while watching the temporarily chaotic enemies on the other side.

One of them asked uncertainly: "My lord, if he is captured..."

"Everything on him belongs to you!"

The two naked men instantly became emotional, jumped directly from the fort into the river, and disappeared after entering the water.

It took almost 2 minutes before they re-emerged from the water tens of meters downstream, still holding the Jatu warlord who had fallen into the river.

The Nagatu warlord seemed to have fainted—it was estimated that he was suffocated in the water, and the arrow wound on his body was not fatal enough.

The two 'White Strips in the Waves' glanced at the Jatu people who seemed to be shooting arrows on the opposite bank, took a deep breath, and then the two naked men led the Jatu warlord into the water again and disappeared.

When they emerged again, they had already appeared on the river bank on the side of the camp.

Then, panting heavily, they quickly dragged the unconscious Jatu warlord to the edge of the river, Klose rushed out from under the bridge to meet them, and dragged them up the steep slope of the river bank.

Then, a few people ran wildly on the side of the camp - the side facing the river was the fortress, and they had to make a detour.

There were a few howling shouts from across the river, and the Jatu people finally began to bend their bows and shoot arrows.

But separated by tens of meters of river surface, two shirtless and naked men carried their leader and ran quickly - no matter how good an archer is, he would worry about accidental injury...

Moreover, Klose was guarding behind them again - Klose, who was in heavy armor with only a slit for his eyes, was not afraid of the long-range high-throwing arrows shot from across the river.

As a result, only a few Jatu people who were extremely confident in their archery skills shot a few sparse arrows.

The arrows should be very precise, but none of them hit the target, and all of them were blocked by Klose's sword.

Seeing the two Changhe town mercenaries carrying the Jatu warlord into the camp, Li Ang let out a sigh of relief.

This impromptu trick succeeded!
God bless!

Thanks also to the mercenaries in Changhe Town, most of them are very good at swimming—the boys who live by the lake all the year round, who hasn't been playing with water since childhood.

The Jatu warlord was soon placed on the fort—he was tied to a stake and stood in the middle of the wall like a statue.

The arrow wound on his body was even carefully stopped by Ansen.

The equipment on the warlord's body was still there - Li Ang and the Jatu people couldn't speak the same language and couldn't communicate. He was worried that after taking off his equipment, the Jatu people on the opposite side would not recognize their leader.

In fact, Li Ang really didn't want to deal with the Jatu people. After all, he couldn't understand the language, and it was difficult to lure them into the trap no matter how cunning they were.

You can only rely on hard work, which is completely inconsistent with Li Ang's way of thinking.

"My lord, on him..."

"Don't worry, it's all yours after the battle is over!"

A shirtless mercenary with a wet body shook his head: "Sir, I didn't mean that... He has a sword on his body, which looks very similar to your previous saber! But it sank in the water, and we didn't have time to fish it... ..."

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, but then smiled: "It's just a sword, let's talk after the battle, thank you brother."

The mercenary smiled smugly, and seemed very proud of the "Thanks for your hard work": "My lord, I'll get it for you tonight, don't worry, I'm not greedy for your sword..."

Seeing the warlord erected on the wall as a statue, the Jatu people on the opposite side became more confused.

The Jatu people lost their unified command at this time.

The leader was captured, and the Jatu army, which consisted of three centurions, was clearly divided into three factions...

A team of horses rode up and down the bank, trying to find a place to cross.

A team was watching from across the river. Many people took off the bows on their backs and tried to shoot at the fort where the crossbowmen were located-but the existence of the arrow shield made them futile.

There was another team, who seemed to be playing soy sauce, and retreated slowly, probably because of wishful thinking.

"put!"

The hired crossbowmen are still constantly firing crossbow arrows from the shooting holes to the opposite side. The safe shooting environment allows them to aim slowly and carefully. Even across the river, they can achieve good results.

The group of Jatu cavalry who was watching across the river fell several times within a few breaths.

Then they left the bridge and began to swim along the bank, and seemed to be looking for a way to cross the river.

Li Ang didn't intend to let the Jatu people have the idea of ​​forcibly crossing the river. He stood up, stood behind the Jatu warlord and began to draw his bow and arrow.

Fifteen degrees upwards.

Pull the string to the cheek, exhale, hold your breath...

let go.

The stable rebound of the bow body drives the bowstring to hum softly.

The arrow drew a beautiful arc, and then swooped down from the sky, like a falcon piercing the sky, and landed on the head of the farthest Jatu cavalry swimming by the river bank.

The sharp awl pierced through the nomadic helmet, and penetrated deeply into the back of the cavalryman's head.

The cavalry didn't even have time to make a sound before collapsing limply.

"Zabia! Bispa!"

The Jatu people beside the cavalryman shouted in horror, dispersed, left the river bank, and retreated further.

Only his horse, still pacing where he had fallen, whined and sniffed its master's face.

(End of this chapter)