The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

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"Be careful! Overwhelm the voice!" Okan leaned over his body, holding a sword, a shield and a bow, and quietly moved towards the camp of the chariot men.

"Tsk! These people are elite! A small army of 18 people can manage such a perfect temporary camp!" A light cavalry sighed, as scouts, they could tell the reality of a camp at a glance.

"Hard bones! It's not easy to chew!" Another person also set the tone.

"No matter how hard it is, we have to chew it! Either we die here today, or they die here today!" The last light cavalry also reluctantly took out his bow and arrow.

"Are you still able to draw your bow?" A light cavalryman looked at Okan and the other man with a look of reluctance.

"They have sentries... We can't touch him unless we shoot him!" Okan said bitterly, even if the bow would make the skin and flesh burst, so what? They're soldiers who are killing machines and not cunts.

The camp in front of us is a typical chariot camp. Ten chariots and ten horses are surrounded by a ring. The chariot people huddled inside and rested. Looking at the fire, at least three bonfires were lit inside. The faint smell of barbecue means that these people have already had a full meal and fell asleep...

"Two sentries!" A cavalryman walked around and quietly said back.

"Just the two of you watching the night? Look down on us?" Okan was taken aback.

"It's alright, Captain, what are you looking down on... One-ninth of the manpower is already on duty at night, and they probably didn't expect us to come to attack at night." One person shook his head and smiled.

"That's right! I'm going to show you how to be bold today!" Okan said vigorously, his voice was low but hard to hide the excitement.

"Farewell! A corporal commander is still a general!" Several other people joked with winks. After all, according to the convention, if you want to call yourself a general, you must be at least a centurion, and you must be a real centurion. A noble status is even more perfect.

"Go, go, go! I'm not allowed to think about it?" Okan waved his hand.

"Okay! Get ready to work!" Okan looked at the sky and restrained his smile.

At this time, the moon was hanging high in the night sky, and the bright moonlight shone on the earth, covering the earth with a layer of silver.

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"A team of two! Shoot the sentries!" Okan waved his hands coldly as he looked at the two "knockers" sitting in the car.

"Crunch~" The sound of the bowstring made people's teeth ache in the silent late night, and everyone blushed and pulled the bowstring without fear of pain.

"Buzz!"

Arrows fall! Two snoozing sentries fell on the chariot in an instant, and the four of them hurried forward. They pulled out their one-handed swords against the iron shields and jumped onto the chariot vigorously. They grabbed the soil and pressed the wounds of the two corpses. superior.

Fortunately for them, they managed to touch it. The chariot people who consumed a lot of energy during the day lost their due vigilance when resting at night, and the irresponsible sentries gave Okan and the others a chance The most important thing is that they lost their sensitivity to the smell of blood! Even those most likely to wake fell asleep again as the mud covered the bloodstains.

"Yeah!" Several people looked at each other and quietly climbed off the chariot.

Okan untied the water bag from his waist and distributed it to everyone. Everyone quickly extinguished the fire, and the cold came up in an instant. The moonlight exudes infinite murderous intent!

"Puff!" There was the sound of a sharp blade cutting the throat, and after a hehehe sound, Okan put down his hand covering the chariot militia soldier. During the day, their helpless professionals were as if under the cover of night. The lamb waiting to be slaughtered let Okan and his party wield butcher knives.

Okan simply buried the blood with soil, and soon he gave up this act. The **** smell from the four people whose throats were cut open was already wafting in the air.

"Hey!" Okan had no choice but to speed up, and wiped the neck of a professional again according to the position in memory. The professional whose neck was cut did not die immediately. He suddenly opened his eyes and wanted to shout, but the cut trachea With the big hand covering his mouth, it was an extravagant hope for him to make even a little noise... In desperation, he planned to use his fighting spirit to explode himself, whether it was a warning, or he would die together. However, his weak body and increasingly heavy head made it impossible for him to even detonate his fighting spirit.

"It's dangerous!" Okan thought in his heart, fortunately they had rehearsed the plan in advance, otherwise something would really go wrong.

He put down the chariot warrior whose body had not yet cooled down, and continued to touch the next person...

This night is destined to be a **** night, professionals who lose their vigilance can be easily slaughtered by ordinary soldiers! The massacre is still going on...

"Pfft!" Okan skillfully covered the man's mouth and then pressed his wrist, immediately warm blood splashed out. After the person in his hand stopped struggling, Okan slowly put it down.

"The fifth one!" Okan thought to himself.

"Boom!" The battle qi flames soaring into the sky suddenly erupted, and the blue battle qi flames swept across directly.

Okan clearly saw a light cavalry under his command torn apart in the flames of battle!

"No!" Okan growled in despair.

"Damn you!" A cold voice came, and a young woman came out of the shattered tent. She was wearing leather armor with totems drawn on her body, and held a scimitar in her hand. Her chest was trembling violently because of anger, and a wound on her lower abdomen was almost stretched from left to right, and blood was flowing out! What did she see! The camp that was fine not long ago is now full of corpses, and there is no one alive except her.

"What's going on!" Okan stood shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the two with the shield on his head.

"Tsk! Karojeski alarmed this **** when she was about to kill her!" said a cavalryman.

"Tier three! We can't beat it! We have to run!" Okan said calmly.

"No! She killed our people! She was injured! We have to kill her to avenge our brothers!" a cavalry growled angrily. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"How dare you? Ants!" The female warrior swung her scimitar, and a blade of light suddenly slashed towards her.

"Run!" Okan kicked his comrade-in-arms beside him, a lazy donkey rolling, and the three narrowly avoided that killer move.

After the knife, the remaining two people also came to their senses. They really wanted to avenge their comrades in arms, but they didn't want to die.

"Get on the horse! Loose her!" one of them snarled.

If a wounded Tier 3 warrior is really kited by three cavalry who are proficient in cavalry and archery, there is really no reason for her to survive, unless she can kill them instantly with explosive skills.

"Boom!" The woman had already chased her out at this moment. She wrapped her fists with her fighting spirit and smashed the frame of the chariot on the horse's back. After the wound, he chased after the three people.

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