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Chapter 342 Finally Victory

In fear, people often have two reactions, one is to freeze and shrink in fear, the other is to be furious and fight bravely.

The tribesmen in the wilderness have faced a harsh living environment since they were born. As long as they can grow up, they are all brave without exception. They have faced many desperate situations.

The test of life and death makes them not give up easily. Even if they are wise and die, they will bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh.

They gathered together, with red eyes, ready to fight.

The speed of the knights was much faster than that of the slaves. The red-maned horses carried the knights and rushed in front of the wilderness tribesmen in the blink of an eye. The knights waved their long swords.

There is no need for any martial arts skills at all. Under the influence of acceleration, the sharp long knife can easily chop off the opponent's head. Don't worry if the chop is off-center, just cut it in two parts.

The knights wielded their long swords and charged directly into the crowd of tribesmen in the wilderness. The red-maned horses first knocked over a group of tribesmen, and many tribesmen were beheaded and beheaded by the knights.

After killing a group of people, the knights were also surrounded. Wilderness tribesmen from all directions rushed forward without fear of death. The knights wielded their long swords to chop left and right, and rode their red-maned horses to kill the team.

Regain mobility.

The tribesmen in the wilderness all have experience in dealing with caravan knights. They know very well that they must not let the knights escape from the crowd. Once they regain mobility, they will not be able to kill the knights at all.

Ying Man'er finally arrived and roared as he fought with the tribesmen in the wilderness. Blood and flesh were flying for a while, and each soldier fell to the ground covered in blood, twitching and losing his life.

Xiaobai stood on a high place and looked down calmly. To be honest, he was not very interested in the battle between thousands of people. He was originally the god of death and life. He didn't like war, but he wasn't that interested.

I'm disgusted, and after experiencing the meat grinder-like war of the True God War, the battle between these thousands of people really doesn't mean much.

There is nothing to say about victory or defeat. Even if the tribesmen in the wilderness are elite warriors, so what?

The knight had used up so many good players in the past, and now he had killed another batch of them in a single charge, plus Yingman'er's slaves, so he was certain to win.

What he wanted to know was how many knights would die.

The knights are indeed quite miserable, because the main energy of the tribesmen in the wilderness is not on the slaves, but on them, and they are willing to kill them even if they risk their lives.

As a member of the caravan tribe, the knights have updated their weapons, eat and drink well every day, and train hard. The knights are already very strong, but the heroes cannot stand the crowd, especially since they have lost their mobility and are surrounded.

The red-maned horse is not invincible. It will die if it is attacked too much. It whines and falls, and the knight on the horse will also decline and fall to the ground.

But what the knights did was interesting. Although they fell to the ground, they did not get up immediately. Instead, they first protected their vital points from being attacked. This was obviously not a human's first reaction.

The normal reaction should be to get up immediately and prepare for battle.

The knights have a common understanding that they would rather be seriously injured than die completely. If they are seriously injured, the boss can still rescue them. If they die on the spot, it will be a disaster, and the boss will have nothing to do.

So they developed a strange habit. After falling off the horse, they would immediately protect their heads and curl up, and then roll out, trying to roll as close to their teammates as possible. Some were lucky enough to roll directly under the horse's belly, and then squat down.

He stood up and made a very obscene sneak attack.

As for being embarrassed and losing face like this, well, compared to life, what are embarrassment and face?

The knights were very brave and held up the tribesmen's attack, creating opportunities for the slaves.

Yingman'er led the slaves in a desperate charge, killing the tribesmen in the wilderness layer by layer like cutting wheat, and rushed to the center to rescue the besieged knights.

The fighting between the two sides became more and more fierce, and more and more knights fell from their horses.

Finally, the team of wilderness tribesmen was defeated by slaves. The knights and slaves formally joined forces and the counterattack began.

It has to be said that the tribesmen in the wilderness are very wild, especially these elite warriors and the mixed troops of divine warriors, and even more so. Seeing that there are fewer and fewer comrades on their side, they still do not run away, and rush up one by one,

Never surrender, never retreat, just do it.

The battle was not over until the last wilderness tribesman was slashed to the ground by the red-maned Yanglie, and Yingman'er pounced on him and poked two holes in his neck and heart with his horn.

The red-maned Yang Lie stood up straight with a long knife in his hand and looked around. He saw broken limbs and broken arms, blood and internal organs splattered everywhere, and dead bodies all over the ground.

The living slaves and knights were not idle. They patrolled the battlefield, and when they saw the tribesmen in the wilderness, whether they were dead or not, they all went up to give them a blow.

This is war. Red-maned Yanglie gasped for air. His fingers were so stiff that he couldn't even loosen the knife. He turned to look at Yingman'er.

She stood up and sat on the corpse that was gradually losing its temperature, wiped her face with her bloody hands, supported the corpse's chest, and gasped for breath, feeling a little exhausted.

Yingman'er is very strong, but she is a woman after all. She is inherently inferior to men in terms of strength. After a battle, she is very tired. In the previous battle, she could hold her breath and still fight bravely. Now the enemy is dead.

When she was gone, her breath was gone, and a feeling of fatigue swept through her body, making her unable to stand up.

Red-maned Yanglie wanted to pull her, but found that he had very little strength left. He looked up at the sky, sighed, and stood still in place.

He really wanted to lie down. Even if the ground was covered with blood, he didn't care. Even if the ground was cold due to winter, he didn't care. He just wanted to have a good rest.

But not now. He can't show tiredness or weakness. He has to persist because he is the Godot of the knights. Gordo cannot be tired or weak. This is not allowed and must be

Just persist!

After a short effort, a knight came to him panting and dragging a long sword, and reported the casualties to him.

More than a dozen knights were killed, dozens more were seriously injured, almost all suffered minor injuries, and the red-maned horses also suffered heavy losses.

It can be said that this battle was the heaviest loss since the knights entered the wilderness grassland, and there was no benefit at all!

The slaves suffered even greater losses, with more than 100 dead and nearly 200 losing their combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

After a battle, the gains of the knights in the wilderness were directly reduced.

"Speed ​​up! Let's go back to the camp!" Red-maned Yanglie shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Understood!" A famous knight responded feebly, trying to speed up.


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