Ride and Cut

　　 Richard drove the giant beast covered in scales across the periphery. The edges of the hard scales under the speed blessing were like sharp blades, and numerous small mouth-like wounds were made on the rubbed flesh. At the same time, he slightly adjusted the direction of the lance, his hand sank, and the jackal was stuck on the lance like a skewer.

　　 The maddened jackals have long lost all their sanity. Some actually wielded weapons and tried to chase Richard, but they were easily called one by one with a lance.

　　 The vast majority of them did not react, and continued to smash with the mercenaries in the car formation like beasts. The craziest even dropped the weapon in his hand and turned to fight with claws and fangs. Even if the sword is pierced through his chest, he doesn't care at all, and he bites the enemy's flesh and blood recklessly, just like a vicious ghost from hell.

　　 The blood exchange competition between mercenaries and jackals began to reach its peak, and the mercenaries with fewer numbers tended to collapse. The continuous fit and collision of the jackals even caused the wedge-carriage to slowly retreat, and the wedge pile deeply inserted into the ground was abruptly broken!

　　 Gunther had never seen a jackal when he was in the Arctic Icefield, but at this moment, with the keenness of the hunter, he also figured out a bit ingeniously. He led his fellow clan to charge all the way like a tiger, but suddenly stopped slowly twenty steps away, and took the spear out of his back and held it in his hand.

　　 The crazy brain of the jackal did not respond to this, and was still besieging the car array tirelessly, without noticing that the fatal danger was approaching.

　　 The barbarians showed a very simple smile, as if an old farmer saw a mature wheat field and was satisfied with the harvest.

　　 Aiming, charging, throwing.

　　 Their muscles are as perfect as classical hero sculptures, and the cold wind in the extreme north has injected wild power into them. Throwing spears, dense as raindrops, rose into the air, and when they reached the highest point, they suddenly fell, like a goshawk swooping down and hunting.

　　 Then there is the second wave, the third wave...

　　 Barbarians often use clusters to throw spears to hunt rough-skinned mammoths, and they can even break hard volcanic rocks into fragments. The sound of sharp blades entering the flesh continued to sound, and there were three waves, one hundred and fifty spears that were calmly launched from 20 steps behind him, retaining unimaginable power and precision, and in an instant gave a devastating blow to the jackal man.

　　 The sharp edges pierced through the torso, even if they were wearing armor, it was hard to resist, and the mercenaries of the caravan who were about to be unable to hold it instantly felt that they were all in front of them.

　　 The surging fighting spirit will also be overwhelmed by blood and death, and the reason of the jackal begins to re-occupy the high ground, but it is too late. The barbarians rushed forward and gave them the last requiem.

　　 "Hey." Richard witnessed the whole process.

　　 The distance of twenty steps is almost face-to-face on the battlefield, and any adult jackal can cross it in a blink of an eye. The barbarians were separated by such a small distance, leisurely lined up to throw, and even Xianxin made a neat wave.

　　 The battlefield situation is not changing rapidly, this kind of behavior is a waste of time! Is squandering life! It's a complete rookie behavior!

　　The jackal man who was one step away didn't respond to this, and was really overwhelmed by this joke-like attack.

　　 He shook his head, not knowing what to say about it. Moderate belligerence may help improve combat effectiveness, but so belligerent that jackals are destined to be teased by fools. The tactics of the barbarians throwing spears and spears to charge are very simple, but they can be said to be time-tested when facing the wild natives.

　　 A lot of experience was recorded in this battle, and the barbarians who had already accumulated a lot of experience began to promote in batches. A total of sixteen "barbarian spearmen" were promoted to "barbarian warriors", and a previously promoted "barbarian warrior" was once again promoted to the fifth rank "barbarian giant axe warrior".

　　 The people are still those people, but the overall upgrade of the rank has brought the military strength of Gaoshan Fort to a higher level.

The improvement brought by each promotion of system soldiers is huge. Fifty barbarian spearmen and fifty barbarian warriors are completely two concepts. The former can only be said to be good, while the latter can be regarded as one side in the wilderness. overlord.

　　 The Jackal plundering the caravan is finished, and the crisis is lifted.

　　 But the mercenaries still did not put down their weapons, their eyes were as alert as before, and the shortstops even quietly re-stringed the crossbow.

This famous weapon has an effective range of more than 300 steps. It can even shoot through plate armor with heavy armor-piercing arrows within 50 steps. It has no other disadvantages except for being expensive. It has always been popular with mercenaries and is most suitable for getting cold. of.

　　The barbarians couldn't stand this, they scolded the guy and wanted to do it, but Richard stopped him.

　　 The worry of the mercenaries is not unreasonable-the jackals were defeated by them, but in the wilderness, the enemy's enemies are not necessarily friends. It is not only the indigenous people who become bandits for the people day by day and night, but human beings also like to trade without capital, even more.

But understanding doesn’t mean you don’t mind. Richard looked at the serious mercenaries with his arms condescendingly, smiling very coldly-sitting down and chasing the wind is even heavier than a full-loaded carriage, and he can take the car with just one charge at full speed. What's the point of taking a defensive posture when the array smashes apart? UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Maybe it's really easy to be a robber, but that's not unacceptable.

　　 "Let down your weapons, you have proven your bravery."

　　 The cloaked archer on the top of the carriage jumped to the ground, his movements appearing extraordinarily light. He untied the bow and arrow and the dagger on his leg to the mercenary next to him, and as he walked towards Richard, he lifted the hood that had been covering his head.

　　 is actually a woman, and she is quite beautiful.

　　 Richard claims to be knowledgeable, and he has seen a lot of natural and artificial beauties. He is somewhat resistant to beauty, but he still can't help being slightly lost by the starry eyes.

　　 "I am the pioneer of Baron Richard, the master of the mountain fort." He sits on the back of the chasing wind, and pretends to nod slightly, putting on an aristocratic style.

　　 "I am Annie, a businessman from Woya Trading Co., Ltd., thank you for your selfless help."

　　 Annie's facial features are extremely fair and delicate. She has short golden and brown shoulder-length hair with an unequal hairstyle that is combed to one side, exposing her ears on the other side that are much sharper than ordinary people.

　　-Obviously half-elf characteristics, she is a mixed descendant of humans and elves.

　　 Although Pompeii officials are not boring enough to come up with a ranking of the top ten firms, among the people, Woya is indeed the top three well-known firms in the Northeast Province, and has a long-term monopoly on the local timber and tea businesses.

　　 It is said that they still have a good relationship with the elves, which can be confirmed from Annie in front of them.

　　 "It's okay, my men are the best fighters, and the mere jackals have no feet." Richard showed a smile that he thought was the most handsome and unrestrained.

Gunther next to 　　 turned his face back and slammed his mouth, his lord's tone was very different from usual, making him feel as if he had lice.