Chapter 721 Shepherd and Sheepstealer
Looking in the direction of the young recruit, Old Laf's originally lazy body suddenly became tense.
Dust smoke rose at the end of the wasteland, and the sound of trumpets and rumbling horse hooves sounded at the same time.
The fiery red or white fox tail was leaping on the iron helmet, the deerskin gloves held the riding bow, and the white feathered arrows in the quiver jumped with the wind and the horse's hooves.
More than fifty intact light cavalry came in fan shape.
Their mounts were smaller than those of the Thousand River Valley war horses, but the colorful strips of cloth tied to their manes were clamoring like snakes in the wind.
"Sheep hunting thieves attack! Enter the car formation to avoid!" Captain Ten and Captains Hundred immediately shouted at the top of their lungs.
What followed was the whistle arrows flying among the gravel horse bandits, and a series of sharp bone whistles resounded through the sky.
The shepherds on the hillside hurriedly picked up the lambs and hid behind the rocks or in the bushes.
"The gravel original people are attacking, run away!" Someone shouted, and the recruits fled in all directions like an ant swarm watered by boiling water.
Old Laver took two quick steps, and originally wanted to hide in before the gate of Bear Gin Castle was closed.
But before he could get close, the door slowly closed amid the officers' irritating screams.
"Damn it!" He cursed angrily, but instead of crying and slamming the door like other recruits, he simply turned back.
Jumping over the rye and sacks scattered all over the ground, Old Laver took off the wolf hunting bow on his back and hid behind the carriage with his head in his arms.
It’s a pity that he had just hid behind the carriage, but the young recruit had grabbed the edge of the carriage and climbed onto the carriage.
"Down!" He roared and pulled the boy's trousers.
A crossbow arrow rubbed the boy's hair and flew past, and the muffled sound of nailing into the oak car board was close at hand.
The young recruit fell to the ground, and the rain of arrows fell on the carriage board almost at the same time, causing the entire carriage to vibrate.
A new recruit had no time to escape and was hit in the back of the heart by an arrow. He staggered forward for two steps before he vomited blood and fell to the ground.
In the clearing ground in front of this valley, seven or eight new recruits were shot, lying to the ground, either dead or injured, wailing.
With his ears pressed against the wheel, Old Lafar, who had reached out for help for help, silently put a hardwood arrow on the bowstring.
The blades of grass in front of him vibrated, and the spear pierced the blocking captain ten, and swung the scimitar into a silver whirlwind and swept the chest, abdomen and back of the recruits.
On the hard frozen soil, horses were screaming, spears and scimitars collided, and sparks were splashing everywhere.
The veterans and brave new recruits all picked up their weapons and began to fight with these sheep thieves.
Seeing the horse's hooves approaching quickly from under the carriage, Old Laver bowed his waist, as if he had once been hiding in an ice hole and pretending to be dead to lure the Timberwolves.
"Diet man!"
First there was the spear tip, then the horse's head, and finally the gravel original cavalry's boot tip.
The speed of Lao Lafar kicking shook the frost and snow, the bowstrings moved, and an arrow with the afterimage swayed and trembled, accurately shot into the unprotected thigh of the cavalry.
The gravel sheep thief screamed, and he was unbalanced for a moment. He subconsciously pulled the reins and slowed down the horse's speed.
Old Laver immediately rushed forward.
He stuck his right hand out and only pulled the hem of the sheep thief's clothes in slightest. The already unbalanced sheep thief actually pulled it down like this.
But the sheep thief had a ruthless spirit. He pulled out the scimitar with his backhand and chopped it towards Lao Laff's heavenly spirit cover with one knife.
Old Laver naturally avoided him, but his right hand grabbed him tightly, and jumped up and wanted to pinch his neck.
But the sheep thief grabbed Old Laver's collar with one hand, pressed his knee against Old Laver's chest and abdomen, and actually threw him out with the force.
The back fell heavily to the ground, and Lao Laf screamed in pain, covering his waist, and pressing his entire waist and abdomen forward, causing convulsions.
"Ah, the damn Sun Yat-sama... how could it be extraordinary..."
The sheep thief supported the scimitar and showed a grim smile. He shouted in the original dialect of gravel that Old Laver could not understand.
Old Laver gasped and tried to turn over, but the sheep thief was like a frog. Before he could stand up, he rushed over and pressed on Old Laver's waist.
The two were fighting on the frozen soil and dead grass, and their foreheads and arms broke out blood-red wounds on the rugged gravels. It was obviously Lao Laf's first move, but he was actually suppressed by this sheep thief.
At this moment, Old Laver was shocked and angry. These sheep thieves were bandits with the original characteristics of gravel, and they made a living by stealing cattle, sheep, donkeys and horses.
Don’t think that the bandits are strong in combat. The previous suppression of bandits in the dense forest of the cave proved that only a small group of them are strong, and most of them are even worse than the militia.
But the combat power of the sheep thief in front of him is obviously very different from that of ordinary people. He not only has extraordinary, but also has superb extraordinary martial arts.
He was pressed under the sheep thief, no matter how old Laver blushed and tried hard, it was difficult to stop the trembling scimitar from getting closer to his neck.
Fortunately, the young recruit who had been pulled from the roof of the carriage by Old Laver reacted.
The boy from Hotam County rushed out like a bobcat, and with a squirting sound, the rusty dagger immediately pierced the back of the sheep thief from behind.
Gripping his teeth and twisting the dagger back, the sheep thief let out a shrill wail, and he kicked the recruit out and kicked it over.
But the sheep thief who had unleashed his strength could not suppress Lao Laver's resistance.
After snatching the sheep thief's knife, in a narrow space full of odor of armpits and smell of sheep, the scimitar cut the sheep thief's throat with his backhand.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Warm blood splattered on Old Laver's face, and the heavy and astonished corpse suddenly pressed on Old Laver's body.
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
While Old Laver finally let out a breath, the watchtower finally roared.
The gun's gun's muzzle slowly turned, and the gears of the clockwork gun made a dentifritic friction sound.
The leader of the wilderness sheep bandit suddenly stopped his horse and prepared to escape, but a fan-shaped storm composed of iron sand and lead had already enveloped them.
Lying behind the carriage, the lead swept across the sheep thief, and the bandits trembled like the blades of grass hit by hail.
Warm blood splashed on the cold rocks and instantly condensed into dark red snow crystals, almost melting into the red dragon blood moss.
"Wooah Wooah (it's a magic crossbow!)"
"Ahhh (run!)"
Soon, the sound of retreating horse hooves and cheers rang out at the same time.
Sitting on the ground with a dagger stuck in the corpse, the young recruit turned over and sat up, staring blankly at Old Laff who was pushing away the body.
"You saved my life, boy." Bent over, Old Laver pulled out a dagger from the back of the corpse and threw it on the grass in front of the young recruit, "What's your name?"
Respect those who are capable in the army and stand aside for others, because survival and victory on the battlefield are the most important things.
Human relationships are what senior monks who are not in the world should consider.
The boy seemed to have recovered from the bloody battle just now. He pulled out a dagger from the grass, stood up and shook hands with Lao Laver: "My name is Kale, where are you, uncle?"
"Call me, Lao Laver, I should be about the same age as your parents, it's okay to call me Lao Laver."
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This sudden attack was huge, but the actual losses were only twenty or thirty people, more than half of which were not killed by the enemy.
Some were fleeing and slipping, some were accidentally injured by lead stray bullets, and many fled to the wasteland in a panic and were taken away by sheep thieves as prisoners of war.
The remaining recruits were unable to rest well, cleaned the battlefield, bandaged the wounded, repaired the spikes of wooden stakes, and held a group funeral.
People in the same hometown as the deceased either choose to cremate and send it home by mail, or choose to be buried on the hillside to the south.
Some recruits died outside the Bear Gin Castle before they even had time to register for the camp.
But for the commander of this Bear Gnite Castle, this is just a small episode.
After all, on the three borders between Thorn Garden, Gravel Raw and Thousand River Valley, such friction can only be regarded as inconspicuous small-scale friction.
However, for Old Laver, on the first day he arrived at Bear Gin Castle, two new recruits from the same village whom he knew could never return home.
(This chapter ends)