Ride and Cut

　　The fastest response was the brave wolf cavalry. They put their fingers in their mouths and issued sharp whistles in response to each other, and rushed towards the centaur with their companions brandishing machetes.

It’s not an exaggeration that the hordes of wolf cavalry are the most terrifying hunters in the wilderness. They are skilled in riding, and they are exquisite in swordsmanship. They can endure hunger in the battle that lasts for several days, and wait patiently for the enemy to reveal flaws. , And then the pack of wolves rushed through the undaunted charge!

　　 In the eyes of ordinary Pompeii, the wolf cavalry bathed in moonlight on a full moon night is almost a symbol of the wilderness.

　　 But this time they must have chosen the wrong opponent.

　　 The wolf is a very aggressive cavalry beast. It is very powerful in close fights and bites. However, there is a fatal flaw in cavalry-to- cavalry warfare-their short-distance charge speed is really average, far inferior to war horses.

　　 The centaur didn't mean to fight against the wolf cavalry at all. They opened their hooves with Hutt and easily opened a distance.

　　 So they took arrows, bowed, opened strings, turned around and used their longbows to call these reckless guys one by one.

　　 Werewolf’s riding skills are not uncommon, and the skills of hiding in the saddle are endless. Their martial arts are not unskilled, and they can use a machete to fly a longbow with a straight arrow at close range. But these just prolonged their lives by a few more breaths.

　　 The centaur responded very directly, using the wolf to cover up and shooting the wolf to death, and using a scimitar to defend the three people at the same target. The only cavalry the robbers had almost no strength to fight back quickly died and wounded.

　　 There is the last one hundred yards between Richard and the enemy.

　　At this distance, the robber infantry can already intuitively feel the pressure of the three-bladed giant riding beast rushing on the face-as if the hill is collapsing in front of them, the stones and soil are rolling down on the face, and they are about to bury themselves but there is no alternative.

　　 Under Richard's deliberate control, the iron-eating armadillo is not fast, but every time the sole of the foot falls, it causes a slight tremor on the ground. The robbers feel that their hearts are also trembling with the earth. Such a heavy ride is enough to directly break the giant wood that the two are hugging. Can a mere body of flesh and blood be able to stop it?

　　 If they have heavy steel mountain shields equipped by Pompeii's elite legion, they are well-trained, and they are not afraid to make sacrifices, maybe they can. It is a pity that the bandits present do not have these conditions.

　　 fifty yards...

　　 The hand axes and spears thrown by the bandits were as dense as raindrops, and they coincidentally aimed at the knight sitting on the back of the chasing wind. Among them, there are many experts with good accuracy and strength, and they have wiped out a series of bright sparks on the outer armor.

　　 But Richard wears a full three layers of armor, and with the ten-point iron skill blessing, his own defense is not weaker than that of a troll. This exaggerated shell is far from being broken by a few throwing weapons.

　　 Ten yards...

　　 Some clever hobgoblins tried to hold a spear together to resist the impact. This is the standard infantry anti-cavalry tactics. But right now their attempt is weaker than wheat stalks in front of a 3,000-pound behemoth running.

　　 The spear shaft twists and bursts at the moment it hits the chasing wind, and can pick up a few pieces of scale armor at most. The hobgoblin holding a spear ended very tragically, and the rebounding wooden pole slammed into the body with a huge force, directly exploding the intestines from the back!

　　The distance of the last few steps passed in an instant, and the hand-to-hand contact finally began.

　　 If the robbers are a piece of streaky pork, then the rider who rushes forward is a sharp and impeccable boning knife.

　　 The giant beast crashed into the pile of people like a naughty boy knocking down a domino, and a huge gap appeared in the robbers' array. The barbarians and warriors on both sides poured in, and face-to-face collisions and fights began.

　　 In daily training, Richard often expounds some things that are related to concepts other than skills, such as:

　　 "As a commander-in-chief, achieving a strategic policy is of course more important than annihilating the enemy. But you have to remember that even for a small soldier, achieving tactical goals is often more valuable than killing the enemy."

　　Because of his supreme authority to speak among the barbarians, this kind of combat thinking has been implemented most effectively at this moment.

　　 Wedge-shaped attacking formation kept advancing, no one stopped to kill those seriously injured and dying opponents, because it was a waste of time. The barbarian with heavy armor in the front has even given up the defense, trying to pierce the array as soon as possible.

　　 It is not the little sheep who can survive in this impossible place. The performance of the wilderness bandits at the critical moment when they need to work hard is absolutely not cowardly, and they retaliate against the enemy without fear.

　　 It's just that the robbers themselves are more accustomed to swarms of melee. When the hobgoblin warriors work hard, they can't restrain them, and the discipline they barely maintain disappears in an instant.

　　 The centaur archer quickly circled back after defeating the wolf cavalry.

　　 They took out the arrows from their quiver and inserted them in the mud in front of them to ensure that they could open their bows and release their arrows as quickly as possible.

　　 At the same time that Richard drove the giant beast into the pile of people, all the centaur of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com loosened their bowstrings to the extreme.

　　 These natural marksman's landing points are extremely accurate, and the arrows are divided into two waves, left and right, and flew out of the front. Before the robbers fighting against the barbarians had time to react, the sharp clusters of arrows had already harvested their lives. Every time the arrow rain fell, the barbarians felt that the pressure around them suddenly lightened.

　　 But compared with the companions who stand in the front, the experience of these robbers is extremely happy.

　　 Richard's method of riding a lance is not straight-end stab, he feels that it is not efficient at all. Instead, hold it with both hands and wave it like a long stick.

　　 Under the blessing of the inhuman force, the violent explosion produced by swinging the spear through the air every time it will even briefly overwhelm the groans and screams of the dying person. The robber who was swept by this long stick didn't have any obvious scars on the front, but the flesh on the back would explode a terrifying gap, and the internal organs mixed with blood spewed out!

　　 Annie stood on the hills not far away watching all this, her hands and feet were cold. She said in discussions with her subordinates that Lord Alpine Fortress would be an unstoppable meat grinder on the battlefield.

　　 But just knowing and seeing with your own eyes are after all two different things. The visual impact of the simplest and direct power is not easily understandable by reason.

　　 "Franz, is this the hero in the myth?" Annie's tone was empty.

　　 "My lord, this is the devil in hell." The tone of the Cyclops mercenary was even more hollow.

　　 If there were no accidents, it would be difficult for the bandits to resist this kind of tactics in which the fierce generals lead the elite squads to intersperse and divide. It is only a matter of time before the formation is penetrated at once.

　　 Unfortunately, there is no if on the battlefield.

　　 Under the cover of the rich **** breath, Richard suddenly smelled a smell of sulfur in the air.