Alas, it is a pity that the sand people can assemble about five thousand camel cavalry, which is about the same strength as the sand bandits. However, it is not easy to assemble a scattered sand people who have not undergone strict training and live in scattered places.
An easy thing….
Nairi looked at the direction of the battlefield from a distance, looking around anxiously, and finally yelled at Safia angrily: "It's been fifteen minutes, where is my knight?!"
Shafia's face was spat on by ambergris, and her eardrums were about to burst. She didn't dare to wipe it, so she only dared to shrink her neck and said: "Come on, come on, everyone is coming, it's already very soon, boss."
, last time I asked them to suppress the sand bandits, it took seven or eight hours to gather a thousand people."
"Seven or eight hours? Are they sloths? In seven or eight hours, a sloth can climb up." Nai Ali was so shocked that she even forgot to be angry.
"No, no, no, don't be in a hurry that time. This time, the boss calls you personally, and we will definitely be able to assemble them in half an hour." Shafia said confidently.
"Half an hour? Don't come by then, the battle is over." Nellie said angrily.
If it were said to be half an hour, Nai Ali would definitely be shocked. However, with the previous eight or nine hours of preparation, Nai Ali suddenly felt that half an hour was not unacceptable. However, she was still very anxious, because if she came later, the enemy would
They might all die.
"Huh? Does it count from half an hour after I call? Or does it count from now on?" Nai Ali suddenly thought of a question.
Shafia pretended not to hear, and moved out while pulling the saliva from her body.
No wonder Nairi was not in a hurry. Although Ange's team was small in number, it showed strong combat effectiveness, especially Ange's combat effectiveness, which was so weird.
Facing thousands of sand bandits swarming in, Nigris shouted loudly: "Don't mess up, don't mess up, keep the formation, Ange, let the heavy armored shield warriors protect you, and then dig a trench in front, the trench is close to us
Build an earthen wall on one side."
With the experience of building a house before, Ange quickly erected a thirty-meter-long earth wall in front, and a trench of the same length sank outside the earth wall.
In this way, after falling two meters into the trench, and then trying to climb up the one-meter earth wall, the drop would reach three meters, and it was also slanted, so there was nowhere to use force.
It took Ange more than ten minutes to create this ditch and wall. By the time it was completed, the first group of sand thieves had already arrived at the nearest sand dune. They were condescendingly approaching Ange and others like a tide.
But when they saw the trenches and earthen walls, everyone couldn't help but slow down, bent their bows and arrows, and shot over.
The heavily armored shield warrior tilted his shield back slightly, everyone lay behind the shield, and a wave of arrows jingled, all hitting the shield.
This kind of heavy shield is almost a whole steel plate that is taller than a person. It is one finger thick and cannot be penetrated by a javelin.
The heavy armored shield warrior carrying it does not carry weapons, because if he does, he has no hands to use them. The armor on his body is also very thin, and the shield cannot block attacks, no matter how thick the armor on his body is.
Sure enough, a sand bandit pulled out a javelin, rode a horse and accelerated, twisting his waist directly on the horse to exert force. The specially-made javelin spun and flew over, and with a clang, it pierced the heavy shield.
A small hole was made in the shield, but the javelin shattered into pieces.
Faced with such an iron can, the sand pirates immediately gave up their long-range attack methods. Unless they could bring over siege crossbows and magic crystal cannons, it would be difficult to deal with such a heavy shield.
But if they had such sharp weapons, how could they become sand pirates?
He shouted and dismounted, and the sand bandits rushed forward in disorder.
Earthen walls and trenches make untrained horses fearful, and they can easily cower in front of the formation. It is better to abandon the horse and fight on foot.
Ange stuck out his head and started to cast a spell, and the compressed bursting fireballs were shot out in a steady stream, calling out the sand bandits who rushed closest one by one.
This group of sand pirates is far less powerful than Mayor's sand pirate forwards. Basically, one or two fireballs can blow them over. It doesn't matter if they blow up. The impact of the bursting fireballs will also knock them back.
He bumped into his accomplice behind him.
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, with a speed of three shots per second, the sand pirates in front of it were unable to rush over.
The sand thieves fell to the ground one after another, either stunned or killed by the fire or burned into charcoal.
An old sand pirate at the rear saw this and shouted quickly: "Dragon crossbow, dragon crossbow, bring up the flying wing knight's dragon crossbow, and the scale-breaking arrows."
Three strong sand bandits came up carrying a dragon crossbow, put the crossbow on the ground, and began to string it.
Ange saw the crossbow at a glance, immediately fixed his gaze on it, and continuously fired explosive fireballs.
However, the position of the dragon crossbow was beyond the range of the fireball technique, and it collapsed before it could reach the crossbow arrow.
Crash! There was a sound from a bowstring, and the scale-breaking arrow hit the heavy shield almost in a straight line. With a clang, it penetrated directly through the heavy shield, pierced into the body of the heavy-armored shield warrior, and came out from behind.
"Okay! God of Wind bless me, I hit the target." The old sand bandit clapped his hands excitedly and said:
"The one I shot should be a heavy-armored shield warrior. It's very expensive. I heard that the training of a heavy-armored shield warrior requires the same weight of silver coins. In addition to practicing fighting spirit, it also requires long-term weight bearing. It consumes a lot of nutrients. Carrying his face
A heavy shield must keep up with the marching speed of the infantry to be considered qualified. If we kill a heavy armored shield warrior with one arrow, we will make a lot of money."
"Silver coins of the same weight?" The eyes of the three deserters operating the dragon crossbows gleamed when they heard this. If they had so much money, they would never become desert pirates. They would have gone home to farm, buy a small manor, and marry someone.
My wife gives birth to a bunch of children, it’s a wonderful life to think about.
Now, they shot to death a heavily armored shield warrior who was worth as much as a wife, children, and a small estate? It was so cool.
"Uh, look." One of the sand pirates suddenly had a ghostly expression on his face, beckoning everyone to take a look.
I saw a graceful woman in a black gauze skirt running behind the heavily armored shield warrior who was hit by an arrow. She stretched out her two white and tender little hands to grasp the crossbow arrow that penetrated her body. She struggled to pull it back, but it turned out to be smooth.
Then he pulled out the crossbow arrow.
Don't underestimate the force of pulling out the arrow. The arrow inserted close to the body will be clamped by the instinctively contracting muscles. Under the action of air pressure, even if the force is weak, it will not be able to pull out. Many stabbing weapons have blood grooves on them.
To make it easier to pull out.
This woman with a graceful figure was able to pull it out easily. It was obvious that her strength was no less than that of a strong man.
Forget it, after pulling out the arrow, the woman also used the holy light and pressed it on the wound of the heavy armored shield warrior.
Everyone who saw that bit of holy light gasped in unison, and some even stopped in their tracks.
Are those people opposite from the Church of Light? That’s not easy to mess with.
Some were hesitant, some were not hesitant, and some were even more resentful. One of the swordsmen picked up his one-handed shield and shouted loudly: "Lighting Church, I&￥#@$!!"
He gathered up his fighting spirit, rushed to the ditch with Ange's fireball, and jumped towards the earth wall with all his strength.
But as soon as he jumped up, a pale hand grabbed his ankle and dragged him into the ditch. Some of his fellow sand pirates who were originally dead actually came back to life. They rolled their eyes, opened their wounds, and looked empty.
He grabbed at the swordsman with his claws.
"Ah! Undead?!" As soon as he shouted, he was bitten on the neck by a corpse, biting off the blood vessels.
The swordsman soon lost too much blood and died. Not long after, the dead body stood up unsteadily, carrying his shield and sword, and slashed at a sand bandit who rushed to the trench.
The sand pirates were so frightened that they crowed: "Ah~, undead creatures!"
Feilin and Eske hid behind the heavy-armored shield men, chanting spells slowly, and casually complained: "The sun in this world is too strong, which greatly weakens the magic of the undead."
"Yeah, it's been weakened a lot. Let's hold an umbrella before going to war next time."
"No, wait until night. Night is the time for us necromancers."
One corpse after another was summoned. Esk could control eight corpses at one time, while Feilin was stronger and could control twenty corpses at one time.
Of course, if he is given enough time to resurrect the corpses into undead creatures first, he can control thousands of them at a time.
Although the number is small, there are a lot of corpses. Chop up one corpse for another. As long as their magic power is not exhausted, the number of corpses will not be small.
The trenches and earthen walls in front suddenly created a psychological wall. Many sand bandits would rather retreat than attack the defense line composed of their recently deceased associates.
The old sand bandit shouted from behind: "Go around the side, go around the side, attack their flank."
The earthen walls and trenches were only on the front, with two jujube groves on both sides. Negrist chose this location specifically to minimize the area that needed to be defended. After all, their number was too small, and it was easy for them to ignore their heads.
The sand bandits who were reminded rushed into the jujube trees on both sides.
However, not long after they rushed in, many sand bandits screamed in horror, because about twenty giants nearly three meters tall and holding big sticks emerged from the jujube forest, grinning and attacking them like whack-a-mole.
Come.
The weapons of all the Purple Skeleton Titans were uniformly replaced by large wooden sticks, and then the front ends were wrapped several times with wattle sticks to turn into wooden maces. Shafia was rare and generous to the guests. The jujube sticks and wattle sticks were her
The only thing you can grab here casually.
Although it may look like a wooden mace, it is so strong that no one can bear the impact of it.
The sand thieves who poured into the jujube forest retreated faster, leaving behind hundreds of bloody corpses.
The Purple Skeleton Titan, who was excited to fight, rushed out of the jujube forest. He wanted to pursue him, but was stopped by Nigris: "No chasing. Anyone who dares to chase will go back to farming. I won't call him in the next fight."
"Ah! Oh..." Even Zi Gu was dejected and obediently shrank back into the jujube forest.
In the distance, the old sand bandit was still directing the dragon crossbow to fire. One by one, the scale-breaking arrows were twisted onto the crossbow, aimed and fired.
The heavily armored shield warriors were constantly being shot and impaled.
Lisa ran over, pulled out the arrow, and treated her, and the whole process became more and more proficient.
The old sand bandit was terrified because he had already seen several things that were wrong. The holy light of the woman in the black gauze skirt seemed to be endless, and the whole process of the heavy armored shield warriors being shot, drawing their swords, and being treated
, all without saying a word, not even trembling.
Thinking of the summoned corpses, Old Sand Pirates made a surprising guess: "Those heavy-armored shield warriors may not be human."
But how did the undead get together with the Church of Light?
Just as I was wondering, a voice suddenly sounded: "Hey, what's the name of this weapon of yours?"
The old Sand Bandit turned his head and saw that the person speaking was a strange young swordsman, wearing a strange costume, holding something that looked like dried beets and chewing on it.
The Sand Pirates all gathered together temporarily. They had not known each other before, and it was normal for them to be unfamiliar. The old Sand Pirate responded casually: "This is the Dragon Crossbow, assigned by the adults of the Flying Wing Knights."
"Dragon crossbow? Is it a weapon specially designed to deal with dragons?" the young swordsman asked curiously.
"Of course, the adults of the Flying Wing Knights all have a hand, and with the scale-breaking arrows, they can shoot through the dragon's scales... No, you are not a sand pirate, why are you wearing a scarf on your head?"
The old sand bandit knew why he felt that the other party's attire was strange. It was because the young swordsman wore a wind-proof scarf on his head as a turban.
The scarf is breathable and light. When worn around the neck, it can be pulled up to cover the mouth and nose and protect against wind and sand. The scarf is thick and can block the sun. A serious sand bandit will not wear these two things backwards, unless it is not serious.
of.
The young swordsman grinned, threw the last large piece of beet into his mouth, raised his fighting spirit and held it with both hands, and the solid fighting spirit condensed into a sword between his hands.
The old sand bandit exclaimed: "High-level sword master!?"
There was a flash of sword light, and four heads rose into the sky. Luther's air sword struck the dragon crossbow, causing it to split into pieces.
The sand pirates around him were stunned when they saw this scene.
Luther had taken a long way to find it, but he didn't bother to take the detour when he came back. He picked up a broken sword on the ground and killed it with a bang.
The Sand Bandit finally collapsed and ran back screaming.
The first wave of sand bandits numbered 1,500 people. They abandoned 500 to 600 corpses and fled back, not even taking their horses.
Without a unified command, the first wave of sand pirates were basically those who wanted to take the lead in grabbing the first wave. Unexpectedly, they ran into a strong enemy and died quickly. After they fled back, the sand bandits behind them suddenly
Startled and doubtful.
This is different from what they imagined. They shouldn't have taken advantage of the sand people's unpreparedness to swarm up, kill all the men, women and children in the oasis, and lure out the brass dragon.
Then let the Flying Wing Knights intercept and kill the dragon, and the Knights take the dragon corpse, and they divide the 100,000 magic crystals and all the treasures of the oasis.
Why was it that before we even entered the oasis, our heads were badly bruised, five to six hundred people died, and the damage rate was as high as 10%.
The sand bandits behind him immediately hesitated, not knowing whether to continue the attack or wait for the winged knights to arrive.
Ange lost his target and had to stop. He tilted his head in confusion and looked straight ahead, especially the position of the trench. The corpses there made him feel a little strange.
The aura of death was filling the air, and he could feel that there seemed to be some invisible connection between the corpses summoned by Felin and Esk, as if the corpses would stand up if they pulled those invisible threads.
But now, the aura of death exuding from those dead corpses made Ange feel as if he could pull them up.
Ange subconsciously reached out and pulled. The breath of death seemed to be a pulling force, causing Ange's figure to slide forward, which forced him to kick his feet hard.
Pulling again, sliding forward again, Ange had no choice but to kick his feet again, and while pulling, sliding, and kicking, Ange seemed to be walking on the same spot.
Everyone around noticed Ange's abnormality, and Negris asked in confusion: "Ange, what are you doing? Dancing?"