This Game is Outrageous

The young man known as an adult immediately turned his horse's head and came to the middle of the army when he heard the words, but saw a sturdy middle-aged man lying on a simple carriage, with a little red on the bandage on his abdomen.

Genn asked, "Morta, are you feeling okay?"

"What a ghost! The goddamn imperial lackey, the arrows are so accurate!"

Morta cursed and asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"It's only six hours."

"Where are we now?"

"On the way to Yamasin, Brook said there were still three kilometers left."

"We were not pursued by the Empire while I was in a coma?"

Gene shook his head: "No, it is estimated that they are not ready to chase. After all, they are also incapable of doing things themselves, and there are other rebels waiting for them to deal with."

Morta squinted his eyes when he heard the words, struggled to stand up, and looked around the surroundings.

It is a dirt road that has been walked by people and horses for a long time, and is surrounded by lush woods on both sides.

"It's not right...it's not right..."

Morta's lips trembled slightly, and Genn just wanted to stretch his neck to hear more clearly, but Morta suddenly jumped up from the carriage and shouted:

"All soldiers wear armor! Protect women and children, we are ambushed!"

Morta's vigorous shouts echoed among the trees, and everyone was stunned for a moment. The next second, they saw a wave of arrows rising into the sky from the trees on the left!

Gene suddenly widened his eyes:

"Raise your shield!"

Needless to say, each soldier has raised various shields and gathered towards the baggage train in the center of the line.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The arrows fell like raindrops, some stuck on the ground, some stuck on the soldiers, some stuck on the pig's butt, and some stuck on the shield but directly penetrated the shield and shot into the Soldier's cheek.

"Ahhh!"

"mom!"

"Baby hide behind me!"

The screams, cries for help, and the neighing of horses continued to sound, and the field was in chaos, but Morta's voice was still loud:

"Quick! Shield Wall! Protect our family!"

The soldiers rushed to the ground in a panic, lined up in three rows in front of the baggage train, the first row squatted down and raised their shields, the second row held the shield to their chests, and the third row raised the shield above their heads.

The shield wall was barely formed, and another wave of arrows shot into the sky!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp arrows cut through the air, nailed to the wooden shield, and a lot of them pierced through weak spots. Under a wave of arrows, a companion fell to the ground beside the soldiers, which brought them Great psychological pressure, everyone's faces are extremely dignified.

But no one backed away at the moment, because in the first column, their leader Jean bore the brunt of the shield, and in the rear were their families!

But at this moment, in the bushes on the right, another wave of arrows rushed towards their backs!

"Ahhh!"

The cries continued to sound, the soldiers kept getting shot behind their backs, and the women and children who thought they were safe behind them screamed and fell to the ground, only to make these tired soldiers split their eyes, and they were unstable. The shield wall is starting to fall apart!

Morta's eyes widened and he roared: "Divide into two teams, shrink the formation! Surround our family!"

Among the trees, a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and a potbellied man was riding on the back of a horse, looking at the miserable state of Sadak's army on the road, he laughed:

"Okay, okay! Shoot them to death! Shoot these lowly peasants to death!"

"Yes, Lord Count!"

Arrows fell from the bushes on both sides, soldiers and civilians fell to the ground constantly on the road, arrows were densely stuck on the ground, livestock screamed in panic, and horses neighed trying to break free from the reins.

There was chaos on the field, but in the chaos, not a single Sadak soldier escaped. Under the order of Moor Tower, their formation gradually stabilized, and the shield wall was formed again!

"Archer! Strike back!"

Moor Tower's roar resounded through the sky, and the Sadak archers raised their bows and arrows, and finally shot the first wave of arrows to counterattack!

The arrow fell toward the trees on both sides, and this time it was the turn of the trees to scream!

An arrow swiped across Earl Mike's face, and he was so frightened that he almost fell off his horse. He straightened the gold headband on his forehead and cursed angrily:

"These damn peasants are quite tenacious, don't waste your time, all the infantry charge me and kill them all!"

"Kill!"

"For the count!"

There were shouts of killing from the bushes on both sides. Morta looked at the soldiers rushing from the opposite side and their slightly thin faces. He knew that these enemy troops were farmers just like him, but he showed no mercy. , just shouting:

"Tight formation! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The Sadak soldiers raised their shields solemnly, and the next second, the sound of shields colliding closely followed, followed by shouts of killing, swords slashing, and screams echoing among the trees.

Every second, a soldier fell, and the next soldier came up to meet him. Mass casualties are also unavoidable.