Mercenaries and Adventurers

Various scattered metal gadgets were thrown out randomly by the dwarves who were approaching. Although the objects were small, they were not light in weight. If they were hit, they would probably not feel too good.

Fortunately, the dwarves have a lot of strength, but they don't seem to have any special training in accuracy. If they throw it randomly, they will fly everywhere in the air. Or they may have enough strength but not accuracy, and they will fly in circles around Kil and the war horse. Pass. Either the accuracy was good, but the aiming time was too long. After these dwarves were thrown out, Kil had long been out of the attack range of these projectiles on his horse.

With a clanging sound, these small tools hit the fields indiscriminately, causing the juice of the neat crops to flow across the fields and staggering here and there.

The dwarves didn't care about the crops in the fields. They called each other to their companions, squeezed into a team who were familiar with each other, and stepped on the crops across the entire farmland. The half-human-high red persimmons and their stands were rudely knocked to the ground by the dwarves. The onions in the field were also trampled to pieces by the dwarfs’ metal feet, emitting a pungent onion smell. The poor wheat was still green and green, but it was trampled into grass and juice by the roaring dwarves.

This made some humans following the dwarf team feel extremely sorry.

Fortunately, crops can be planted again, but the enemy must be defeated.

Gil rode his war horse clatteringly, not letting the blood-licking grass run quickly to get rid of the dwarves behind him. He also had no intention of fighting so stupidly with so many dwarves and the local humans who were assisting him.

Hey, let's sneak around them first and use up our energy first.

It was noon at this time. In remote areas like here, people did not have the habit and material foundation to have lunch, so they slipped away and let the guys chasing him behind them drag them away to consume the food in their stomachs and accumulate more physical fatigue. . After half a day's work, there is probably not much left of what they ate in the morning. If you walk them, those who are weak and hungry will naturally be separated from those who are strong enough in the chase.

This kind of difference based on material basis cannot be overcome by these stubborn guys through mental force.

Not to mention the dwarves carrying extraordinarily heavy weapons. It’s simply funny. Although those heavy weapons are powerful, in this open field in the valley, they can hold such heavy objects on their backs and catch up with the attackers. Hit him?

In this way, Kil relaxed his mind and trotted on the open grassland on his horse, chasing a large group of dwarves and humans behind him.

"Dammit! Coward! Fight me!"

The dwarf holding two sharp axes howled.

Keir ignored the other party.

This dwarf was the one chasing closely, because he only had two one-handed axes in his hands, so compared to the other dwarves, this one ran very fast, jumping back and forth on his short legs.

But the other dwarves in his team were not so good. The dwarf holding a huge wooden shield walked the slowest. It was not because of the weight of the wooden shield that was taller than this dwarf. It was simply that the shield was too big. It is difficult for a dwarf to move while holding it head-on. You have to turn sideways like a crab and chase your companion sideways.

The other dwarf companions who were in the same team as these two were a little at a loss at this moment. They didn't know whether to follow the fastest one in front, or to surround the shield-wielding dwarf?

In this way, the remaining three dwarves in the group stopped chasing and stood squabbling with each other.

The other dwarves and humans passing by didn't know what to say. Brother, we are chasing the enemy and fighting here. Why are you arguing? If you want to quarrel, can you wait until the matter is over? Or is it that your team has never pursued the enemy like this before?

The other dwarves who chased him all the way out of the Huitou Forest held a shield in one hand and a heavy throwing gun in the other hand. Although they were divided into three teams, they all had the same purpose. This foreign human knight injured their companions, their leader, and their elders, so these guys had to let this foreign human eat some. It takes pains!

These guys didn't care about their quarreling companions. They looked in the right direction and gave chase.

The five dwarves carrying the dwarf spears had to keep the team in order, so they lagged behind the previous teams. When other people passed through the farmland outside the village, they were still lined up in the farmland. The team leader in their group shouted the pace chant and walked in an orderly manner.

"Iron! Copper! Iron! Copper!"

"Iron! Copper! Iron! Copper!"

The dwarf captain had a serious face and a serious expression. Although he realized that they were walking very slowly, he was not too worried.

"Iron! Copper! Iron! Copper!"

"Iron! Copper! Iron! Copper!"

When he shouted out the dwarf word "iron", the five dwarves lined up in a row stepped out their left feet neatly and stepped heavily on the ground in front of them. No matter what the foothold was, he stepped on it directly, leaving a deep footprint in the farmland.

When this person shouted the word copper, the dwarves took out their right foot again, followed the rhythm, and stepped down hard.

"Iron! Copper! Iron! Copper!"

"Iron! Copper! Iron! Copper!"

The team leader carrying the dwarf spear was not worried at all that they were not moving fast enough. After all, although they were not fast, the others just needed to be fast enough. The others ran faster to entangle each other, while they walked neatly and neatly, using their heavy and sharp long hair to line up to kill the human's horse, and finally ended the entire battle.

In the past few decades, when reckless beasts and monsters broke into the mine territory, most of the battles were ended by a few of them.

Don't look at the other dwarves running fast, hey, they are all for them. The real battle depends on the real means of war.

The dwarf captain carrying the spear proudly wiped the spear shaft on his right shoulder, and shook the metal tip of the spear towards the sun. The shiny spear tip reflected the fine sunlight. Spots of light shine on other people around them.

However, this time he was distracted, the slogans shouted by the dwarf captain changed a bit for some reason.

"Iron! Copper! Iron! Copper!"

"Copper! Copper! Uh, iron! Iron!"

With a slight misreading, the five dwarves, including himself, all took their right foot and then continued to take their right foot.

At this moment, no one thought there was anything wrong.

It was only when the dwarves couldn't move forward with their short legs that they realized what was happening. The squad leader hurriedly filled in the missing word "iron", which was very considerate. He also knew that if he took two more steps with his right foot, he had to make up for it with his left foot twice.

What happened next confused the humans who followed and passed them.

The guards carrying big bows narrowed their eyes, and UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net had to explain to other villagers: "Don't worry, these are all minor problems."

"Yes, don't look at them tripping over themselves. In fact, in many previous battles, they were the ones who killed monsters."

"That's right! That's right! Don't underestimate these dwarf friends, thick armor! Metal spears! This is equipment only owned by the elite heavy infantry in the army in the story!"

The young human men and women, armed with various weapons and wearing different clothes, accepted the explanations of several full-time guards on the fence with confusion. After all, these few are specialized archers, and their understanding and knowledge of combat is much greater than theirs.

Besides, he often fights with the dwarves, so he must be right.

So, the humans participating in the valley passed by several fallen spear dwarves.

By the way, you must ask where the dwarves who used to hold heavy two-handed weapons went, right?

In fact, these dwarves were still struggling at the entrance to the village's farmland. They were using all their strength to carry or drag metal two-handed weapons weighing hundreds of kilograms, trying to catch up with the team and participate in the battle.

"How about, hoo, hoo, let's carry one of us away?"