The fastest reaction was the brave wolf cavalry. They put their fingers into their mouths, sent out sharp whistles, echoed each other, and rushed to the Centaur with their companions waving machetes.

Groups of wolf cavalry say that they are the most terrible hunters in the wilderness. They are skilled in riding and their Sabre skills are exquisite. They can starve in the rush battle for several days, patiently wait for the enemy to reveal their flaws, and then the wolves make a sudden attack and set the tone with a hammer through the fierce and fearless charge!

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

But this time they must have chosen the wrong opponent.

The coyote is a very aggressive riding beast. It is very powerful in close combat and biting, but there is a fatal defect in the cavalry to cavalry combat - their short-range charging speed is very general, which is far inferior to that of the horse.

The Centaurs didn\'t mean to fight with the wolf cavalry at all. It was easy to pull a distance with Hutt.

So they took arrows, drew bows, opened strings, turned back and named these reckless guys one by one with a long bow.

Werewolves\' riding skills are not exquisite, and skills such as hiding in the saddle emerge one after another. Their martial arts skills are not unskilled. They can use machetes to fly long bows and direct arrows at close range. But these are just prolonging their lives by a few more breaths.

The Centaurs responded very directly. They shot the wolf first when they covered themselves with a wolf, and defended with a machete. They aimed at the same target. The robbers\' only cavalry had little power to fight back and quickly died and injured.

There was still the last hundred yards between Richard and the enemy.

At this distance, the bandit infantry can intuitively feel the oppression of the huge three blade high riding beast coming face-to-face - as if the hill collapsed in front of us, the stones and soil rolled down face-to-face, and they were about to bury themselves, but there was nothing they could do.

Under Richard\'s deliberate control, the iron eating armadillo was not fast, but every time the soles of his feet landed, it would cause a slight tremor on the ground. The robbers felt as if their hearts were trembling with the earth. Such a heavy ride was enough to directly break the huge wood they held together. Could it be stopped by only flesh and blood?

If they had heavy steel mountain shields equipped by Pompeii\'s elite legion, well-trained and not afraid of sacrifice, maybe they could. Unfortunately, these conditions are not available to the robbers present.

Fifty yards

The hatchets and spears thrown by the robbers were as dense as raindrops, and they all aimed at the knight sitting on the back of the wind. Among them, there were many good hands with excellent accuracy and strength, which wiped a bright spark on the outer armor.

But Richard was dressed in three layers of armor, and with the blessing of ten iron bone skills, his defense was not weaker than the troll. This exaggerated turtle shell is far from being broken by a few throwing weapons.

Ten yards

Some smart earth spirits try to hold a spear together to resist the impact. This is the standard infantry anti cavalry tactics. But now their attempt is even weaker than wheat straw in front of the 3000 pound beast running.

The spear pole is twisted and cracked at the moment of encountering the wind, and can pick up at most a few scales. The big goblin with a spear ended up very badly. The rebounded wooden pole hit him with great force and directly burst his intestines from the back!

The distance of the last few steps passed in a flash, and the close combat finally began.

If the robbers are a piece of pork with three fat and two thin, the galloping horse will be a sharp bone removal knife.

The monster crashed into the crowd like an urchin pushing down dominoes, and a huge gap appeared in the array of robbers. With the influx of barbarian warriors following on both sides, face-to-face collision and fighting began.

During his daily training, Richard often explained some things related to ideas other than skills, such as:

"As a commander in chief, it is certainly more important to achieve a strategic policy than to annihilate the enemy. But you must remember that even for a small soldier, achieving tactical goals is often more valuable than cutting down the enemy."

Because of his supremacy among barbarians, this combat thought has been most effectively implemented at this moment.

The wedge-shaped attack array kept breaking in, and no one stopped to kill those seriously injured and dying opponents, because it was a waste of time. The barbarians who focused on armor in the front even gave up their defense and tried to chisel through the array as soon as possible.

No sheep can survive in this impossible place. At the critical moment when they need to work hard, the performance of wilderness robbers is definitely not cowardly. They fight back against the enemy without fear.

But the robbers themselves were more used to the scuffle like a swarm. When they were hot-blooded, the goblin soldiers could not be restrained no matter how hard they tried, and the barely maintained discipline disappeared in an instant.

The Centaur Archer quickly circled back after defeating the wolf cavalry.

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

While Richard drove the beast into the crowd, all the Centaurs loosened the bowstring that was tight to the extreme.

These natural marksmen grasp the landing point accurately and accurately. The arrows are divided into left and right waves and fly to the opening of the striker. Before the bandits who fought with the barbarians had time to react, the sharp arrows had harvested their lives. Every time the arrow rain fell, the barbarians felt that the pressure around them was suddenly light.

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

Richard\'s method of using the lance was not straight stabbing, he thought it was not efficient at all. Instead, hold it with both hands and wave it like a long stick.

Under the blessing of non-human power, each time a long gun is waved to break through the air, the violent explosion will even briefly overwhelm the groans and screams of the dead. There are no obvious scars on the front of the robber swung by this long stick, but the skin and flesh behind him will burst into a terrible gap, and the internal organs will gush out with blood!

Anne stood on the hill not far away and looked at all this. Her hands and feet were cold. When she discussed with her subordinates before, she said that the Lord of Gaoshan castle would be an irresistible meat grinder on the battlefield.

But only knowing and seeing are two different things after all. The visual impact brought by the simplest and direct power is not easily understood by reason.

"Frances, is this the hero in the myth?" Anne\'s tone was very empty.

"Sir, this is the devil in hell." the tone of the one eyed dragon mercenary was more empty.

If there were no accidents, it would be difficult for the robbers to resist the tactics of the fierce general leading the elite team to cut through the formation at one time. It is only a matter of time.

Unfortunately, there is no if on the battlefield.

Under the cover of the strong smell of blood, Richard suddenly smelled a faint smell of sulfur in the air.