short javelin.
This sharp and heavy throwing weapon is extremely powerful within 20 meters. Based on the long-term use and honing of these gangsters, it is basically accurate, no less than the archer's archery skills.
Even if the group of enemies rushed fast, the short javelin could be used as a short spear.
Handy for actual weapons.
But now, a group of people are holding short javelins.
I am afraid that the first round of javelin rain can directly reimburse dozens of people, especially as the distance gets closer and closer, the power of the short javelin will also become greater and greater, until it can kill with one blow!
In the real world, being pierced into the body by this sharp short javelin thicker than a thumb is no joke.
Bows, arrows and crossbows with relatively low power can be fatal.
Not to mention the powerful short javelin!
The scene is quiet.
Only the bonfire crackled and burned, and occasionally a few sparks popped out.
There was silence in the temporary camp, as if many mercenaries had fallen asleep, and even those who stood guard outside were already sleepy, leaning on each other, standing staggeringly, staggering here and there.
The Viscount Gibran who came over from outside all showed contempt.
At this time, where they are located is the edge of the farmland.
There are low shrubs and a few trees as a cover, so I can't notice it for a while in the dark.
The group of people who are camping in this observation grain drying field is also just right, not to mention that the distance is less than 300 meters. If they want to take the opportunity to launch an attack, they can ride their horses at any time and gallop over directly.
This attack is all lightly loaded, and equipment and the like are not the best protection.
Enough against barbarians or common mercenaries.
"grown ups."
Bertram gripped the knight sword tightly.
Looking at the tent in front of him, he said in a deep voice: "I can't see the specific situation. Maybe the group of barbarians have fallen asleep. After all, this is Fort Aviles, and they naively think it is safe."
Viscount Gibran was a little hesitant, and said with a slight tone: "It seems to be."
But he gave no order to attack.
Instead, look ahead carefully.
The other three great knights, seeing their teacher being so cautious, also looked at each other and chose to hibernate for the time being, but in their hearts, they always felt that something was wrong.
Or rather... fear!
That's right.
Just fear.
They were outside the village, sweeping through the makeshift camp that was full of bonfires, but they couldn't feel right.
Even though I saw those lazily dressed iron-leather armors, like real mercenaries, lazily resting here for the night, I still couldn't feel relieved.
It was too easy, and the vigilance of the group was too lax.
As the lord of this place.
Viscount Gibran didn't think that the law and order in Fort Aviles would be so good that he didn't need to be too vigilant!
Especially when he looked into the depths of the temporary camp, fear gushed out from the depths of his soul, with a sense of timidity. With his breathing, his soul was trembling.
"This feeling…"
Viscount Gibran was short of breath.
But his spirit became more and more excited: "It's really strange. The feeling I used to feel is the fear I felt in despair ten years ago when I fought against the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom!"
He is as excited as a mighty lion who refuses to accept his old age!
"Get in!"
Viscount Gibran's eyes were slightly bloodshot.
A tyrannical emotion instantly appeared in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a red glow in his eyes, and even as he took a breath, the whole person's aura became tyrannical, fanatical, and even weird!
"kill!"
The three students beside him responded instantly.
A bewitching red light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the three of them, echoing the eyes of Viscount Gibran in front of them, and even the aura seemed to condense together and become one.
Including Brenlem and the knight attendants in the rear, they all drew their long swords and got on their horses.
The raid is about to begin!
The sound was slightly noisy, and in an instant it turned into a sound like a flood.
"Boom boom boom boom boom—"
There was a sound of hooves.
It is very clear in this silent night.
Even Nali Village, which was not far away from the shock, heard the cries of old people or children, especially the shaking of many figures. As the five horse-riding militiamen passed the message, more militiamen also rushed out.
Armed with long guns, they lined up in a barely orderly queue and pressed towards the grain drying field together.
"kill!"
Viscount Gibran charged forward.
A blood-red mist, mixed with a hint of thick black, diffused from their charging figures, but they couldn't see it clearly in the night, but as long as they came into contact with this faint mist, the eyes of knight attendants would glow. red mans.
There are also crazy, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, negative emotions that want to slaughter everything!
"kill!"
The cavaliers shouted and shouted.
But in their minds, there was still the reason they had trained in the past, which kept them in a tight queue.
It's just that before they charged into the temporary camp of the grain drying field, and there were still more than 50 meters away, the seemingly lazy sentry, who was still on guard, suddenly disappeared.
These knight attendants had doubts in their minds, but they couldn't stop now.
Instead, it's just ahead.
In the temporary camp, figures appeared in the tent.
It's the elite desert robbers!
Already prepared.
He directly waved and threw the short javelin in his hand towards the charging path of these knight attendants.
With the strong wind sound of "whoosh", as if in slow motion, the knight attendants charged by themselves, just in time to meet the rain of short javelins, followed by a group of people neighing on their backs!
"Puff puff puff—"
Short javelins easily pierce chain mail or links.
The sharp spear head, combined with throwing, and the reaction force of the cavalry charge, almost made it impossible for any armor and bones to withstand the momentary force, and even the entire human body was instantly penetrated by the short javelin.
Forty or fifty of the cavaliers who lined up in the traditional tight charge formation of the Lion Principality fell off their horses on the spot!
The front row was almost destroyed directly.
The knight attendants in the back row also failed to charge because of the corpses of their comrades in front and the chaotic herd of horses.
He continued to charge a few steps in a random manner, but he could only turn his horse's head in front of the temporary camp and rushed to the side. However, as the speed decreased, the desert bandits with short javelins became more and more violent. many.
And the roar when throwing the short javelin is as rough as the devil's grin.
The knight attendants have been dealt a fatal blow!
"spread!"
But Rolf's eyes were extremely dignified.
Seeing a dozen or so figures staggeringly stand up among the dead on the path of the original charge, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he shouted at the desert elite bandits around him: "Retreat! Retreat!"
The state of the dozen or so people was extremely strange, but he knew that they were not guys he could fight against.
It must be handed over to Lord Kant's side, those so-called lion knights!
(end of this chapter)