Chapter 35 Come Here
Leon looked at the Jatu people across the river, then looked at the chain mail helmet in his hand, then raised his hand to look at the chain mail on his body, and suddenly told his men not to make a sound.
Then he put on a visor and stood on the fortress-like wall, exposing his upper body through the simple wooden shield.
In his hand was an 'Eagle Strike Bow', which he had borrowed from the Horn-summoning Ranger.
Anson called out worriedly, "Sir..."
But as soon as he said that, Li Ang waved his hand from behind to stop him.
He just stood there quietly and waved across the river.
Seeing Leon waving, a man also stepped out from the Jatu army on the other side of the river.
Probably a leader.
Because he was also wearing the same chain mail helmet as Leon.
As a people of the grasslands on horseback and natural robbers, the Jatu people are not good at and have no ability to create high-tech equipment such as plate armor.
Their armor is mainly studded leather or light chain mail.
Of course, this is also because their fighting style is not suitable for plate armor - they are more concerned with the mobility required for looting, and the endurance and flexibility required for mounted archery.
Among the Jatu warriors, the most capable and brutal elite war riders, or the Jatu warlords who control an army, all like to use this chain mail visor that can cover their faces.
Maybe it's because he's done too many bad things and is afraid of being recognized...
The Jatu man coming over should be a small warlord.
Because unlike most of the Jatu cavalry behind him, he wore heavier lamellar armor and his horse was also covered in patchwork iron armor.
This person is obviously someone who does not need to consume horsepower frequently, so he deliberately pursues better survival ability - that is, leadership treatment.
Although the equipment is gray and does not look gorgeous at all, and is inconspicuous among the Jatu people, this is the true appearance of battlefield equipment. If you dress too handsomely and conspicuously, you will be attacked by the enemy.
The Jatu warlord looked at Leon, who was also wearing a visor, and seemed a little hesitant. He stood on the bridge across the river and asked something.
But there was a river between us and I couldn't hear anything.
Even if I could hear it clearly, I probably wouldn't understand it...
Seeing this, Li Ang raised the bow in one hand and waved it, while with the other hand he hooked his fingers and shouted.
"Come here!"
His attitude was very relaxed and natural, just like greeting an old friend.
This was originally just to boost morale, to show that the lord was not afraid of strong enemies and was relaxed, so that his brothers could relax a little.
Anyway, I guess the other party couldn't hear what Li Ang was shouting...
But unexpectedly, the Jatu warlord on the opposite side actually came over!
He took only two followers with him onto the wooden bridge. The three of them, riding three horses, lined up in a row and trotted onto the bridge.
Those two followers should be Jatu war riders - chain mail and visored helmets, exactly the same as Leon's outfit!
Only when they reached the middle of the bridge did they suddenly rein in their horses. The three Jatu men finally saw the fortress blocking the other end of the bridge in the camp.
It’s blocked tightly!
At the moment when they reined in their horses, Li Ang laughed wildly: "Shoot the two behind!"
This helmet was originally used just to hide the face. This crude improvisation actually came in handy!
Even as he was speaking, the Eagle Strike Bow in his hand shot an arrow at incredible speed, almost without even aiming.
"Bispa!!"
The Jatu warlord shouted loudly and drove his horse in a panic, trying to turn back, but was blocked by his followers behind him.
And at the moment when the Jatu warlord turned around, a feather arrow had already drawn a slight parabola and accurately pierced his calf.
The arrow went deep - his calves were only covered by leather riding boots, and the arrow nailed the Jatu warlord's leg directly into the horse's belly!
The horse raised its hooves and neighed miserably, and the violent movement caused blood mist to burst out of its abdomen, but the horse still did not run around, but just shook its head and tail, neighing in pain and pacing in place.
This is truly a well-trained war horse.
What a pity…
Li Ang pulled the bow in his hand again.
The arrow passed through the warhorse's eyes, and the trembling arrow feathers brought up a few tears from the horse.
The warhorse stopped wailing and fell silently onto the bridge with its master. Its huge body pressed down the nailed legs of the Jatu warlord.
One of the two followers behind him was moving aside to make way, while the other abandoned his horse and flew in front of the fallen Jatu warlord, apparently intending to block the arrow with his own body.
At the same time, several crossbow arrows were fired from the shooting holes in the wall baffles. On the bridge where there was nowhere to hide, two brave Jatu war riders were hit by arrows one after another.
The one leaning to the side fell off his horse and into the river - there were no guardrails on this little broken bridge.
The one who blocked the arrow was shot into a hedgehog as he wished and fell in front of the Jatu warlord.
This Jatu warlord was probably a very brave tribal leader. He held on with all his strength, looked back at Leon who was holding the bow, and shouted in despair in the Jatu language that was incomprehensible: "Uza! Jatu!!".
This short sentence of Jatu's words probably had an effect similar to "Ula". The Jatu cavalry on the other side of the river immediately began to swarm towards the bridge with wild roars, and the sound of "Usa" resounded through the sky.
"Klose! Get ready!"
Li Ang shouted loudly, with the arrow on the bow aimed at the Jatu warlord, but he did not pull the string again.
The Jatu cavalry on the other side of the river were about to step onto the bridge, and the thundering hooves of their horses caused a violent vibration.
The warlord of Jatu, who had been watching Leon calmly waiting to die, seemed to realize something and tried to stand up, but was pinned down by his horse and could not get away. He could only turn around and shout to his subordinates: "Bispa!!"
He crossed his hands in front of him, as if he was about to wave them - he must be trying to stop them from moving forward.
But before he could do anything, Li Ang shot him down again.
The arrow pierced his arm and nailed his hand to the bridge.
The command that had not yet been fully expressed by the warlord Jatu turned into a meaningless high-pitched scream. He struggled extremely violently and even pulled out his legs that were pressed under the horse's belly.
The arrow in his leg broke off due to his struggle and blood gushed out, but the brave warlord still seemed to be struggling to stop his men from charging.
But Leon's third arrow pierced his other leg and completely locked him on the bridge.
There was no way he could stand up again.
These three accurate but non-lethal arrows made the little warlord howl violently.
But the more they howled, the more they urged the swarming Jatu cavalry to rush onto the bridge and towards their leader.
The Jatu are also human beings with a strict hierarchy, and they must rescue their leader.
This hastily repaired bridge had a very narrow deck and no guardrails. Even with excellent riding skills, it could only accommodate two cavalrymen walking side by side.
Moreover , horses will unconsciously slow down when walking on it - all living things have the instinct to avoid danger, and the hastily laid wooden boards are thin and soft, which horses can sense.
Just as the fastest few Jatu cavalrymen stepped onto the bridge, a row of crossbow arrows were shot out, and several cavalrymen fell off their horses with screams. The injured horses circled on the bridge, blocking the enemies behind them.
Afterwards, a sharp buzzing sound continued to be heard, and the crossbowman, who originally had average ability, exerted his maximum output capacity in this target practice-like scenario.
Gradually, a large number of injured people and corpses piled up on the bridge.
The area under the bridge was stained red with blood.
The Jatu riders were blocked by the casualties at the bridgehead, as well as horses without their masters.
Some smart Jatu people had already dismounted, and they had realized that horses could not run as fast as humans on this bridge.
Some of the Jatu took off their nomadic shields and crossed over the corpses at the bridgehead.
A walking charge began.
If people stand side by side, this bridge can probably accommodate three or four people.
Dozens of Jatu people marching forward with shields now crowded the other end of the bridge. The crossbow arrows shot horizontally had little effect against the shields, so the crossbowmen slowed down their shooting frequency.
Only the bow and arrow in Leon's hand could still accurately avoid the shield's cover and bite into the flesh and blood of the Jatu people one by one.
But a bow and one person cannot actually stop the advancement of dozens of shield-wielding warriors.
The Jatu people finally rushed to the center of the bridge and reached their leader.
But at this moment, the piers under the wooden bridge began to make crisp cracking sounds.
"Klose! Cut!"
