Although Francis's riding skills are good, he is still a bit inferior compared to the mercenaries who rely on fighting for their livelihood, so he gradually fell behind the team in such a full sprint, but he was not in a hurry, Sally's back in the distance was already It was getting closer and closer, and in another minute or two, she would definitely not be able to escape the fate of being overtaken.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, Francis seemed to have seen the scene where Sally was cut to pieces by a sword—
"Tsk tsk, you chose this path yourself..."
He thought for a while, and shouted to the sparse mercenaries running ahead: "Whoever catches her first, I will reward 100 gold coins."
This sentence was like a spell, and immediately the mercenaries rushed forward screaming and screaming. They galloped like a race, vying for who could catch Sally first, so that the team that had already lost The shape became more and more disorganized.
"Don't rob me of anyone"
One of the leading mercenaries shouted excitedly that he was the best rider among these people, so he rushed to the front while waving a scimitar. He watched Sally and Martin disappear at the end of the curve in the forest path, and immediately tilted his whole body to the left, trying to balance the center, allowing the horse to cross the curve at the fastest speed...
"Where do you want to go—"
This sentence was quite imposing when he yelled it, but after his war horse turned the corner, that "dominant aura" disappeared like a deflated ball in an instant, which made his subsequent words seem like Like a duck being trampled on the neck, choked in the throat...
He clearly remembered the targets he was chasing: one was an unarmed nun, and the other was a coachman who didn't even wear leather armor, but...why suddenly there were three rows of fully armed knights in front of him
Isn't this fucking dreaming
Where's the nun? Where is the coachman
The mercenary's brain was in a dead state, and they continued to run forward with their eyes wide open, but the cavalry team in the distance didn't give them any time to react. Gesture, and then made a crisp and sharp "slash down" movement... Afterwards, the twenty-nine cavalrymen suddenly started to move forward
From the moment they started galloping, the aura that erupted like a volcano immediately caused the mercenaries who turned the corner to shudder.
For an ordinary cavalry team, when the officer shouts "Charge" or "Go", the knights basically start to accelerate in a chaotic manner, and then after rushing hundreds of meters, they can form a similar formation crookedly to strengthen Lethality—but the team in front of us, they used all their strength from the moment they started, and formed a neat charging formation within a distance of less than 2 meters. When they reached 6 meters, they had already maintained their formation and entered a full-speed gallop. status
In the eyes of the mercenaries, this is almost impossible, because even if they think they have experienced many battles, it is difficult to achieve such a uniform pace of charge
Comparing with them, the "charge" on my side is as naive and ridiculous as a child's game.
And when Francis, who was at the back of the team, turned the corner and looked forward with a smug smile, he was almost thrown off his horse by the situation in front of him—
"What the hell is going on here?"
Clenching the wand tightly in his hand, Francis certainly wouldn't naively think that there just happened to be some kind of team here just about to practice formation—his heart went cold for a moment, but he couldn't figure out where Sally found such a group of cavalry. The opponent's aura and the quality of the army horses can tell that this is definitely not an ordinary mercenary... This is not a question of whether there is money to hire, but a question of not necessarily being able to find it
There were not a few seconds left for Francis to think. He was just stunned for a few seconds, and then hurriedly shouted: "Meet the enemy, meet the enemy!"
The mercenaries who had been frightened into stupidity came back to their senses, turned their eyes to the front one after another, pulled out the weapons at their waists, and rushed towards the group of cavalry rushing forward...
And the result of such a battle was doomed from the very beginning.
A mercenary who has long been accustomed to fighting on foot will definitely not be able to become a qualified cavalry immediately after riding a horse. Not to mention the compatibility with war horses, the fighting skills on horseback alone are far from being mastered in a day or two. Francis himself is only good at riding, but he knows absolutely nothing about cavalry combat, not to mention "formation" and "charging skills" - none of the mercenaries came from cavalry, so after they hastily assembled a tattered formation, I can only charge forward with a lot of vigor...
But unfortunately, on the battlefield, "victory" is definitely not something that soldiers can get by relying on "ruthlessness".
When Suo Deluo rushed into this group of mercenaries, the fierce power was really unbearable for the mercenaries.
The long sword slashed across, and directly chopped off the head of a mercenary with unparalleled force. Blood spattered out, and before the head hit the ground, Ruge followed with a sword that had already slashed across the chest of the second mercenary, chopping him off the horse...
After the two sides collided violently, the sound of the clash of weapons almost resounded through the woods, and the screams spread in an instant, but were quickly drowned in the sound of horseshoes.
From another point of view, this battle seems to be "evenly matched", with 2 people on one side and 24 people on the other, but when they actually collide, the huge gap is instantly highlighted-just a charge, twenty-nine people The scouts didn't even have a single one who fell off the horse, so they just "smoothed" the past, leaving no chance for the group of mercenaries.
The contact time between the two sides was less than a dozen seconds. When they were separated by the inertia of the impact of the horses, the number of scouts remained the same, but the mercenary team was completely "crushed", leaving only a large area of horses without knights , there are only seven men still in the saddle
Blood dripped from the long sword. Soderol glanced left and right. The scouts led by Carter and Ruger had adjusted their formation in five or six seconds. Some people were injured, but their combat power was still maintained—he raised the With the palm of his hand, he made a command gesture for the second round of charging, and the whole team immediately began to turn around on the narrow jungle road.
During this process, all the soldiers carried out orders with swords in their hands without anyone making a sound.
And this scene made the surviving mercenaries even more shivering: In the era of "communication basically depends on roaring", if a team can reach such a level of tacit understanding and strength without verbal communication, it is really "a veteran of a hundred battles." "It's not enough to describe its toughness.
Seeing this scene, the stunned mercenaries had completely lost their courage to continue fighting, and lost their backbone because of Francis' disappearance. They simply threw away their weapons and chose to surrender.
At the same time, Sally, who witnessed all this from a distance, opened her mouth in shock, and couldn't even speak.
Is this still the group of scouts who assisted the villagers of Finks in the transfer
Sally's memory has never been bad. She remembered the captain Soderol who charged at the front, and Carter who liked to chat loudly. She also remembered the rest of the faces, so she can be sure that she did not admit her mistake people.
But... when did the scouts in the border village become so strong
Sally even suspected that her memory was in confusion. Could it be that she escaped from Funks Village a few years ago
How could this group of scouts have turned into a group of killing machines with "huhu" all over their bodies, exuding a fierce aura after not seeing each other for a few months
Anyone can see that these soldiers are definitely not purely "strong". Their eyes, movements and fearlessness when charging all show that they are tough veterans who have survived many wars... Although many of them have young faces It's true, but that kind of ruthlessness and ferocity can't be "pretended".
All the questions in her mind pointed to Rody, and Sally stared at everything in front of her in a daze. It was not until the mercenaries in the distance surrendered collectively that she remembered to confirm Francis' fate.
Martin next to him was also terribly frightened, but he understood Sally's thoughts better, and immediately rushed to the battlefield to check, and then went to look at the prisoners guarded by the scouting team, but he gave back something that made Sally frown. News - "Francis escaped"
"One team, follow me to chase, and the rest will clean up the battlefield"
Suo Deluoer issued an order from a distance—as soon as the voice fell, eight people rushed over on horseback and lined up to stand by, and their movements were uniform.
The group of people did not set off immediately after gathering, because they needed to confirm the direction of the pursuit, but in the eyes of a tracking expert like Suo Deluoer, the traces of Francis fleeing in a hurry were too obvious.
"There are horseshoe prints here. Some of their team turned into the forest from here. Team one, prepare to-"
"Captain Sudlore" Sally came over on horseback and interrupted his words. She actually had a lot of questions to ask, but thinking that all of this was Rody's plan, she did not choose to intervene in the next arrangement in the end. He just said bluntly: "The guy who ran away is an elementalist, and his strength is very strong..."
This kind of reminder is already very obvious, Soderol can naturally understand who he is talking about, but he didn't explain anything, just took a few steps, walked into the forest by the roadside, pointed to the traces on the ground and said in a low voice: "It's true that a person in the mercenary team left the team, but obviously, the guy who followed behind chased after him.
"The one behind...is Roddy?"
Sally's eyes widened - did Rody go after Francis
Suo Deluoer was noncommittal, but nodded, indicating that the next thing would be handed over to them, and then he got on his horse and prepared to follow the traces. However, Sally didn't plan to stay here—when she thought of her brother's title of "Element Master" and the potions and scrolls he always carried with him, Sally couldn't feel at ease with Rody at all.
Rody's strength lies in sneak attacks, but he can really fight one-on-one with an advanced "elementalist"... Especially when the opponent is carrying a lot of magic items, the pressure he faces is far stronger than when facing an orc too much.
At this time, Sally's impression of Rody's strength was still at the stage of killing orcs on the frontier, so she shook the reins immediately, regardless of whether her image in a teaching robe was suitable, and said bluntly: "I'll go with you."