The Centaur's body was indeed strong, and the journey of seven or eight miles was almost a blink of an eye.

The cavalry crossed the wasteland with a brilliant color and rushed into the Ultratown Valley. Wherever they passed, they were covered with red plasma. Their bravery and strength were far beyond everyone's expectations, and this was completely different from the enemies encountered by the slave hunting group before!

About 600 soldiers who were ambushed were instantly washed away, with more than half of them casualties.

Although there was no formal confrontation, the brave Count still felt cold sweat behind him. Looking at the opponent's fast cavalry, Kakarok's heart suddenly beat unscrupulously. Fortunately, the family's private army still has at least 20,000 people, and there is also a heavy-armored giant scythe hand of a regiment. When he thought of his rich family business, Kakarok couldn't help but feel at ease. He originally thought that he could only eat the group of natives who came raiding through an ambush, but he didn't expect that his brother-in-law was also inside... After learning the news, the Count began to be excited again.

I couldn't wait to wave my hand and the trap was ready to be activated.

When the low horn sound spread throughout the Altlan Valley, Yang Dashuan realized that the trouble was coming.

After all, Kakarok is Kakarok. As the head of the slave hunting family, he has received systematic military training since childhood. When setting up ambush, it is impossible to use only so little force to restrain the opponent. If the ambush of these six hundred people does not work, then the largest pocket he placed under the Ultratown Valley can be opened...

The wasteland seemed to be shaking, and the green grass danced with waves like the sea, one after another.

The green meadow was lifted up one by one, and human warriors wearing silver armor jumped out from under the meadow. Originally, there was only Kakarok and the adjutant on the hillside. Looking again, there was no idea when a row of dense figures appeared. With the sunlight, only the black outline could be seen. The anxious war horses kept changing their hooves. If the knight on his back had not clenched the reins, they might have poured down long ago.

The sudden appearance of these people on the hillside made the centaurs stop suddenly, and at a very fast speed, they stood up one by one, like a wall rising instantly, with neat and chic movements. However, this made the ogre on their backs, otherwise they would have been knocked down by holding the centaur's waist tightly.

The sound of the horn continued, surrounded by three sides, and countless people were countless.

Yang Dashuan couldn't help but squint his eyes, and a cold light flashed by, and everyone stopped at the foot of the hillside.

I have to say that this time Yang Dashuan made a very serious strategic mistake.

As early as when the first wave of ambush appeared, he had a problem of being full of young people. Not only did he not retreat when attacked, he went straight to the current. One was his manifestation of his arrogance and arrogance, and the other was his trust in the two partners Centaur and Ogre. He was very lucky. Not only did he successfully break through, but he also swallowed the enemy's ambush in one fell swoop. But the second mistake was the real impulse punishment - Lao Yang knew that this advance troops had at least ten thousand people, so how could it be just a little bit?

After breaking through, Lao Yang not only did not choose to retreat strategically, but instead aimed at the head of the advance team - Earl Kakarok.

This is great. The person who raked two ambushes in one battle, no matter how he counted by counting, there would never be a second person except Yang Dashuan.

Yang Dashuan, who calmed down, then began to examine the current situation.

About two thousand light cavalrymen stayed on the hillside of Ultratown, surrounded by about five thousand infantry on both sides of the east and west. There were also many soldiers outside the camp, looking like reserves, ready to intercept themselves and escape at any time.

In fact, it is not easy to escape.

With the acceleration of the hillside, the opponent's light cavalry could easily surpass the centaurs who turned around. No matter how hard the armor on the slaves were, they could not stop the puncture of the spear at such speed. What's more, the soldiers holding serial crossbow bolts on both sides were still peeking.

The agile carrier pigeon flapped its wings and landed on the Earl's horse's back. The deputy took off the letter from the pigeon's feet and smiled suddenly on his face. "Sir, the heavy-duty giant sickle is coming with all his strength. It will be here in about a day. Grand Duke Peter agreed to your request for battle!"

Kakarok tightened the reins of the horse, and his proud expression became even more intense. He looked at Yang Dashuan riding on the centaur and couldn't help but open his mouth. He wanted to play with his brother-in-law. "Do you still want me to invite you down, my dear brother-in-law?"

"You have been surrounded, and your actions have made Grand Duke Peter deeply angry. If you are willing to surrender, I may also ask Grand Duke Peter to forgive your crimes!" Kakarok looked at Yang Dashuan with a smile, his expression full of jokes.

This expression makes people contact the old witch in the theater at once, sinister and vicious.

"Then what should I do?" Yang Dashuan looked at the other party with a sneer.

The count's little eyes kept roaming, and smiled and asked back. "What do you think?"

"Or what if I give you money?" Several centaurs took out their money bags from their arms, took out handfuls of yellow gold coins, and looked at Kakarok. "As long as you let me go, all of these will be yours."

Hearing this sentence, the count's face suddenly turned into a purple-colored purple like pork liver.

This kid is clearly humiliating himself.

"I want you to kneel down and lick the mud on my boots. I want you to strip your wife naked and send it to me. I want you to watch them moan under my crotch!" Kakarok pulled out his horse whip and pointed at Yang Dashuan hard and waved it. Kakarok looked like a scattered hippo! "I want you to be my slave, I want you to wash the toilet for me all your life!"

The loyal Da Taibao pulled out the sword from his waist angrily, but was pressed by Yang Dashuan.

The knights around the count all laughed maliciously. Although they turned their backs to the sun and couldn't see their faces clearly, Yang Dashuan knew it was very dazzling. The slaves bit their teeth and clattered. These shameless guys made them unable to suppress the anger in their hearts.

"Master, what should we do now?" Da Taibao turned around and asked.

"Fuck this dog god to death!" Yang Dashuan said only one thing. Although it was easy, all the slaves knew that they were going to fight to the death soon.

The laughter on the hillside came to an abrupt end.

The knights who were laughing at the sky lowered their heads and their cold eyes met the centaurs. The hot eyes made the atmosphere present instantly suppress, and the smell of gunpowder spread wildly. The deputy hesitated for a moment and immediately blew the horn in his hand.

The low horn sound of ‘Woooo’ sound quickly rang out.

Then there was a continuous sound of whipping. The knights waved the whip in their hands and kicked the horses hard with the boots of the spurs. The torrent poured down from the valley and rushed towards the centaurs like a tide.

With the momentum of the hillside, the cavalry's momentum was like a flood. In the battle between the cavalry, selling the back to the other party is equivalent to dying. So at this time, they had to bite the bullet and fight with the other party to the death.

The extinction wasteland has always been the most suitable for cavalry charge and large legions to fight. Once the troops are too small and the geographical advantage is passive, there is less room for detour and maneuverability. Especially the opponent's cavalry still occupies the hillside, so this battle will be particularly difficult. This time, the Tornado Mercenary Group is prepared, and its military strength is more than ten times that of Yang Dashuan. Even if they are given a place to choose to defend and wait for assistance, they may not be able to support them for too long.

What's more, it's this kind of face-to-face battle with the enemy.

There is no tactics at all, no tricks to play with, a battle that is completely tough.

Kakarok looked at all this with pride. No one knew the cavalry of the Tornado Mercenary Group better than himself. Perhaps on the plain, they were no match for these centaurs. But with the impact from top to bottom of the hillside, the Count was confident that he would completely defeat the other party.

Seeing the battle begin, the deputy quickly changed the sound of the horn, and the proud horn immediately became rapid. Just as he was about to face the knights who were rushing down from the hillside, the land under his feet actually rolled up again. A row of meadows that were almost hidden to be difficult to detect were lifted, and a pair of alert eyes looked at Yang Dashuan at the foot of the mountain through the depression. The chain crossbows flatly separated on the ground flashed cold light under the sun, and this cold light made Yang Dashuan's eyes keep jumping wildly.

The arrows used by human serial crossbowmen are made of red phosphorus, and there is nothing unusual after being shot. Once they encounter collision and friction, a spark can be immediately burned. Although it is not a magic weapon, it has a very effective effect on the enemy.

Especially for those races with thick hair, even if they just rub one edge, they can burn the other party to charcoal.

Due to the lack of corresponding suppression and the sudden appearance of these archers, the "swish" sound of breaking through the air sounded from time to time. Some archers occupying the high ground in the mercenary group also began to pull the bowstrings on the hillside for suppressive scattering cover. All of these archers used phosphorus rockets!

Experts will know if there is any one.

Compared with the robbers I had killed before, the quality of these mercenaries in military uniforms made everyone breathe. This group of slaves who only know how to fight each other, what is true cooperation and well-trained, and what is coordinated combat, and orderly advance and retreat.

Unable to defend, although each centaur warrior raised his axe and pushed away many rockets for him, many of them were still shot on him.

Although this time, the centaurs only wore half-body armor in order to improve their mobility. Most of them protected the key parts. These rockets were indeed a little busy with the centaurs and the two-headed black-lined ogres, but they did not cause any major damage. As long as they protected their faces, these phosphorus rockets could not have any usefulness.

The flames produced by the friction of the phosphorus rockets had nowhere to burn. When they fell to the ground, they were quickly wet by the dew in the haystack, and pungent white smoke quickly emerged. Many centaurs were shot by these rockets and grinned. The flames directly burned off their red body hair, which made some centaurs look like they had lepers.

However, the ogre did not suffer much damage. After all, it was not so easy to shoot through the stone-like skin.

After several rounds of arrow rain, all that remained was sparse arrows, which did not have much power. In order to avoid accidental injury of companions who had already intersected with the enemy, the fire suppression had already ended.

At this time, Yang Dashuan was also angry and smoked from his seven orifices.

In order to save face, I had to bite the bullet and carry it to death. There were a large number of infantry holding spears on both sides, and breaking through from both sides was impossible. As for turning around, it was equivalent to selling the back to the enemy. I originally wanted to bite the bullet and rush up the hillside, take the slaves to occupy the commanding heights, let the ogre's flying swords erode the opponent's long-range troops little by little, and use the valley as the defense.

As long as they persist for about two days, Alice and Joan of Arc would definitely send slaves to rescue the situation when they didn't come back. Even if they didn't, they could make other plans. But after being shot hard, they learned about the power of the other party's serial crossbow bolts. Only then did Yang Dashuan realize that these guys are not natives on the wasteland and have suffered a lot. If they hadn't had the bird guns changed, they might have lost this round of arrow rain.

But at least the rain of arrows has passed, and the next step is to fight to the death with real swords and guns.

With the speed of sprinting and a slope of fifty yards, the human cavalry had already reached the slave's eyes in the blink of an eye. Before the ogres could summon the flying sword, they took out the mace from their backs and quickly met the enemy. Yang Dashuan was not willing to be outdone, and rushed out with the destroyer in his hand.

It has to be said that the battle between cavalry requires even more geographical factors.

Just a charge, the previous result was reversed instantly. With the slope of the valley, the cavalry's spears stabbed straight at the ogres on the centaur's back. The impact of the cavalry was unimaginable. Although the hard armor blocked the sharp spear tip, it could not block the force that was taking advantage of the momentum. Many ogres were stabbed directly by the spear, and they all fell one by one. The ogre's bloated body rolled around on the ground, and at the same time tripped a lot of companions.

However, most of this also takes advantage of ogres' contempt.

But then there was no such good luck. Yang Dashuan's destroyer danced in a mess, and all the spears that had stabbed in the past were cut off. The cavalry widened their eyes, staring at the tip of the flying spear and their hands that were shaking their mouths. However, then countless spears aimed at Yang Dashuan who was rushing over and stabbed them hard. On the battlefield, the mercenaries would never show mercy to anyone. But the situation that followed surprised everyone.

There was a violent sound in the crackle, and the rash man rushed to the spear without dodging, and used his body to hit the spear's spear's spear. Before the mercenary's proud eyes could be restrained, the tiger's mouth of his hands was ripped and painful. The wooden handle on his spear was broken by a huge force, and the sharp sharp blade could not penetrate into this guy's armor at all.

A cold light flashed on the surface of the huge axe, and the spear that was stabbing towards Yang Dashuan was like wheat straw under a farmer's sickle, and was cut off at the same time with a "brush".

The most terrifying nightmare came. Just as Yang Dashuan opened the gap, the ogres who were stabbed to the ground jumped up in their unimaginable and sensitive figures. A dozen ogres who stood up waved their maces in their hands and swept into the mercenaries like the wind, and immediately rolled up a wave of blood. Whether the other party was wearing chain armor or half-body steel armor, the death arc swinged under these two hundred-pound maces was fragile like straw paper.

Until this time, the mercenaries finally realized that they had made an absolute mistake. They should not be so arrogant. They did not expect that the rushing force of the ramp was resisted by force, nor did they expect that the Rockets would not play a role, nor did they expect that these natives would be so profitable and brave.

Facing so many tornado soldiers, not only did they not show any timidity, but instead launched a defensive counterattack.

Gradually, more and more ogres fell to the ground.

This combined cavalry was temporarily disbanded and returned to two different formations.

However, after the breakup, it did not affect the previous plan, but became sharper. Without the ogre riding on his back, all the centaurs felt much more relaxed, and their speed was faster at the same time.

After rushing past the uphill for more than ten yards, the centaurs did not stop at all. They rushed away the knights who were still on the slope, followed the lord tightly toward the Earl of Kakarok on the hillside. The ogres followed closely, waving the mace in their hands, sweeping the archers who were stunned.

For a moment, the ogres were in chaos. After the ogres completely rushed up the hill, many archers were already smashed into meat pies by the ogres' maces.

What a terrible warrior, what an amazing strength!

Only by standing together can the mercenaries feel that the centaurs and ogres are not inferior to the huge size and strength of the Bemon warrior, close to the height of the three blades and nearly half a ton of weight. With only one hundred such warriors, it is enough to create a huge wave in a small-scale battle that no one can stop!

Who can resist their attack?

Can anyone stop them?

Yang Dashuan was the first to be hit. He waved axe freely, and no one could stop him, even for a round. Yang Dashuan was like a steel knife, leading the centaurs into the formation of the cavalry and tear a crack open!
Chapter completed!