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After more than a dozen rounds of shooting, the archers used up half of their arrows and then retreated behind the shield spearmen.

At this time, the five hundred elite armored bandits were still in a tight formation. Although many arrows pierced their shields, they were not seriously damaged.

There were only dozens of wounded, and no one was killed.

But the casualties of the bandits were much more tragic, at least more than a hundred were shot to death.

The remaining two or three hundred were wounded and wailed. If it weren't for Isser arranging a supervisory team behind them, they would have collapsed and fled.

Simon looked at this situation and suddenly felt a little strange.

Although this bandit group also had more than a thousand people, it was obvious that only five hundred of them were capable of fighting, and the rest were bandits who were tigers in the wind and dogs in the wind.

Under a rain of arrows, morale had fallen to a low point and could not fight again.

But the bandit leader had no intention of retreating and was still full of fighting spirit. If he didn't have any trump cards, it would not be in line with common sense.

This man doesn't look crazy or sick, can he not want to live?

"Shoot!" Just as Simon frowned and thought, the bandit leader Ise also ordered.

They only have dozens of archers, but there is no need to wait for long-range attack means at this time. There will be few opportunities to use them when they fight each other later.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... the sound of breaking through the air is approaching.

"Raise your shield!" Sarit ordered immediately.

The soldiers responded one after another, half squatting and leaning back, with their shields spread out like scales, in an orderly manner.

All the arrows pierced the shields, and there was no casualty.

This is due to the fact that their shields are large shields at shoulder height, and the whole person can hide behind them completely, without observing the approximate landing point of the arrow.

Although the flexibility is poor, the shield spearmen only need to advance in formation and then stab the spears, without too much skill.

Seeing this scene, the bandit leader Ise's face became solemn. This round of arrows was enough to test the combat level of the opponent.

He could see that the shield spearman at the front was a new recruit who had never seen blood.

The equipment was quite ordinary, only wearing Zamubu armor, but they must have gone through a lot of training on weekdays.

They were very familiar with the combat movements, and faced with arrow attacks, they responded with reason, and they were not panicked.

"Patrol troops, listen to the order! Form a formation and advance!"

At this time, Sarit loudly issued an order, and the messenger immediately acted as a microphone to pass the information.

Soon, more than 500 patrol shield spearmen in the front row took action, holding shields in their left hands and spears in their right hands, and advanced step by step.

"Archers! Suppress the projectiles!" Sarit ordered again.

The archers in the guards and patrols immediately followed the shield spearmen and launched a volley at the elite forces of the robber group.

The dozens of their archers immediately hid in their shields and dared not show their heads.

"Line up and attack!" Iser seemed to be quite confident in his team, waving his hands and shouting.

Five hundred armored bandits also lined up to meet them. The distance between the two sides was less than a hundred steps, and they would soon come into close combat.

"Big Axe Nick! You take the others to the left wing. Don't act rashly after you arrive. Look at my order!"

He then ordered his left and right.

Nick, carrying a big axe, hesitated for a moment and replied, "Yes!"

It was difficult for him to guess which side would win, but when he saw that the left wing was close to the Qingshui River, he was sure.

He was a professional at jumping into the river.

After a while, Big Axe Nick gathered hundreds of bandits and trotted to the left. It took a lot of effort just to shout and organize the team.

The ordinary bandits were almost scared by the arrows. He chopped down several of them who refused to move forward, and barely controlled the situation.

At this time, more than 500 shield and spearmen of the patrol team and 500 elite armored bandits had already fought.

The two sides lined up in a line, sandwiched their shields in the middle, and stabbed each other with spears.

Soon, blood was splattered, and soldiers on both sides suffered casualties.

Although the armor of Simon's shield spearmen was relatively poor, it was better than nothing, but the spears they were equipped with were not compromised at all.

The light armor of iron armor still had a strong ability to penetrate, and it was not impossible to pierce it, but it was often difficult to pierce it to the end, and it was not possible to achieve success with one strike.

"Manfrott, you take 150 guards to kill those flies on the right and defeat them."

Simon observed the situation on the battlefield and issued an order.

"Yes! Obey my command!" Manfrott immediately took the order, and soon he gathered his troops and went there aggressively.

At this time, he glanced to the east, and some doubts flashed in his eyes. He wondered in his heart: "Hilde should come over too.

Could it be that something happened..."

At this time, the battle on the shield spearmen array also entered a white-hot stage.

The casualties on both sides gradually increased, and a lot of bright red blood was stained on the shields.

Simon's side lost more soldiers, and the advantages and disadvantages of armor were ruthlessly reflected at this time.

"Drag the baggage wagon over! Archers stand on the wagon and shoot at the opposite side!

Shield spearmen put up shields in front of the archers!" Sarit came up with a solution and ordered.

Immediately, soldiers who had not been taken to the front line went to execute it. After a while, more than a dozen wagons were brought over, and the horses pulling the wagons were left behind.

Dozens of longbowmen and elite archers stood on them and shot a wave of arrows at the formation of armored robbers.

Some shield spearmen only took shields and climbed onto the wagons, standing in front of them, holding up shields for protection, after all, there were archers on the opposite side.

It was indeed effective. Seven or eight armored robbers were shot and fell down with naked eyes.

Then the archers fired another round, also achieving impressive results.

The bandit leader Ise had been observing the battlefield situation, and when he saw this, he was visibly anxious.

"Archers! Shoot at their carriages! Quick!!"

He shouted, and looked eastward, as if waiting for something.

The wilderness to the east was empty except for bushes and grass, and the woods farther away were also peaceful.

Ise's expression could not help but be a little anxious.

The bandit archers fired a wave of arrows, which were not very accurate, but more than a dozen arrows hit the target, but were blocked by the shield.

Sarit had already considered this situation and arranged a response in advance.

Then, the archers fired several rounds of projectiles.

After the armored bandits who were at the back of the formation suffered a loss, they were prepared and raised their shields in time.

However, after the harassment of the arrows, their formation was messed up and revealed many flaws.

The shield spearmen did well and stabbed down seven or eight armored bandits on the front line, but the two sides were still in a stalemate.

The arrows would run out in a few rounds, and then the patrol soldiers would be at a disadvantage again.

Obviously, although the shield spearmen were well trained, they could not fight against these 500 elite bandits alone.

On the other hand, Manfrott was advancing at a high speed at this time, and the 150 guardsmen killed those ordinary bandits.

Not long after, they were disbanded on a large scale and fled desperately.

Nick the Great Axe, seeing that things were not going well, jumped into the river again...