Ride and Cut

　　 "Come and see."

　　 With an order, the team immediately started to move, following the direction of the voice, and it didn't take long to get close.

　　 Their location is perfect, and there is a mound in the middle of the battle. Although the distance is close at hand, it doesn't seem to be discovered by anyone.

　　 Leaving the chasing wind at the bottom of the mountain, the whole team climbed up the mound, and the dead grass on the top of the mountain sneaked out a few heads. While secretly observing the battlefield not far away, the barbarians gradually spread out to both sides.

　　They hunt large beasts for a long time for a living. They are very familiar with the technique of snooping and sneak attacks, and there is almost no unnecessary movement during their actions. But they were surprised to find that the lord of their own family seemed to be no stranger to this hand, his two elbows propped on the ground quickly, and his body was always firmly hidden in the haystack.

　　 Richard observed at the foot of the mountain from the gap between the grass blades. Not far away, there was a dirt road run over by a car. Although it was so simple that it could hardly be called a road, it was indeed a very rare traffic condition compared to the half-man tall grass sea covered with views on the wilderness.

　　 A caravan was probably trying to trade along this road, but unfortunately it was attacked by the bandits, and had to besiege the carriage around the city with the help of bunkers to resist the attack. This is also a common method for armed caravans to deal with robbery.

　　 They have a total of sixteen large freight carriages with four-wheel double driving, each of which can carry at least 1,500 pounds of cargo. A convoy of the same size is usually equipped with at least forty experienced and well-equipped mercenaries to escort, and most indigenous tribes do not dare to provoke such armed forces in their dreams.

　　 But they are in a bad situation right now. All the carriages besieged the city in a circle, and they can only shrink inside and desperately defend. Even the coachman is holding the equipment of the dead mercenary.

　　 Their opponents were sixty or seventy inhumans, nearly two meters tall, with arms longer than knees and rickets, dark gray skin was covered with round spots, and a steel-pin-like mane spread all the way from the top of the head to the tail spine.

　　 also has a pair of iconic deep red eyes, unabashedly revealing cruelty and tyranny.

　　—It's a jackal!

These gnolls should come from a powerful tribe. Actually everyone has an almost decent metal weapon, and many of them are also covered in tattered old armor to enhance their defenses. Richard even saw it on a particularly tall gnoll. A full set of cavalry heavy armor!

　　 Judging from the red and black cross pattern on the chest, it can be confirmed that a certain Augustus Lancer was killed.

　　Pompeii mercenaries bullied the natives, relying on steel swords to crush wooden sticks. Although these wolves were still not as sophisticated as the mercenaries, the gap had been narrowed to the point where they were completely acceptable.

　　Human defenses are good at martial arts, and they cooperate with each other very well, but facing a stronger and larger number of opponents, it will not help at all.

An old one-eyed mercenary was very eye-catching. First, he pierced the heart of one jackal with a stinging sword, and then smashed the shoulder of the other with a meteor hammer, but the jackal seemed to be imperceptible. It hurt, turning his head and bit his throat.

　　 Standing on the roof of the central car is an archer wearing a black cloak, taking on the task of supporting the Quartet. He was fairly alert to his response, pulling the bow and opening the string to aim in one go, and the arrow plunged deep into the jackal's eye socket.

　　 This archer can be regarded as a ruthless character in the team. Li Cha saw that he had shot several arrows, and he was biting the flesh. Unfortunately, I don't know why the power is obviously not enough. Several wolves with arrows in their heads continue to fight with the arrows on their heads, just like the okay people.

"Like a woman!" The Alpine Fort Lord, who has never been less than fifty proficiency in bow and arrow proficiency, was so angry that he slapped his thigh straight. A moat that no one can surpass.

　　 The one-eyed dragon took his life back, but the injury on his neck also made him unable to continue fighting. The few mercenaries who had previously assisted him were much worse, and they were not strong enough to stand alone, and in a blink of an eye they were torn to pieces by the jackals' weapons.

　　 They chewed on the blood and flesh of their opponents, and the scarlet juice flowed from the gaps in the sickle-like fangs, becoming more bloodthirsty and ferocious.

　　 "Boss, what shall we do?" Gunther wore a hat made of grass and looked very simple.

　　 The barbarians thought very straightforwardly. Since the boss said that he would use battle to stimulate the effect of the potion, the five big and three thick jackals must be a better whetstone than chicken-like goblins.

　　 Richard actually didn't want to do it too early.

　　 If you wait until the caravan is destroyed and all the goods are captured by the Jackals, then according to the rules of loot, all the goods will be owned by Alpine Fort. Just by looking at the number and scale of the carriages, this must be an unimaginable windfall.

　　 It's a pity that I can't do this! He smacked his lips with infinite regret.

Jackals are well-known blood-seekers. They will fall into a semi-mad state in the fight. This state makes them more powerful and more able to endure the pain of injury. UU reading www.uukanshu.com but their lack of sanity will be completely obliterated. Bloodthirsty killing intent covered.

　　 The half-mad Jackal knocked down the south wall and would not turn his head. The resilience was reduced to the bottom, and it was impossible to judge the situation until the opponent was resolved or resolved by the opponent.

　　 It is the caravan guard who is carrying the pressure now, and the barbarians can easily reap the heads when they rush up. Once the guards are dead, they can only choose to fight against the red-eyed jackals. Looking at their equipment, you will know that it is a tough bone!

　　 Some mercenaries seemed to have spotted them, a sword and shield hand was desperately calling for help in this direction, and the half-mad Jackal was unaware.

　　 "Not small, but still just bandits." Richard doesn't like these jackals at all. Excellent fighters should remain calm and restrained at all times.

　　 "That is." Gunther nodded vigorously. He thought these wolves were too thin.

　　 "You take everyone to rush, and grasp the timing by yourself."

　　 Richard stepped back from the top of the hillside, straddling the back of the chasing wind. There is no saddle on her back, and there is no time to develop a tacit understanding with the owner, but with Richard's six-point riding level, there is no difficulty in driving it.

　　 He made a gesture to the top of the mountain, and then drove the chasing wind around the mound to accelerate towards the battlefield.

　　 The weight of this behemoth determines that once it starts to run, its tracks cannot be concealed at all. Most jackals caught a thunderous hoof sound in their ears, but their crazy brain ignored the signal.

　　 Gunther had a good timing. When Richard had just bypassed the hillside and appeared in the field of vision of the two warring parties, the barbarians followed him and launched a charge down the hillside.

　　 The speed of sprinting with the wind is slightly slower than that of the horse, but the exaggerated weight brings it unparalleled impact, which is unmatched by any horse.