Chapter 36: White Shark in the Waves
“Ka La…”
The thin wooden plank bridge deck barely bore the weight of dozens of Jatu people, but two wooden piles under the bridge had been severely deformed.
Moreover, after the "dong dong dong" sound of logging was heard under the bridge, the sound of wood cracking began to come one after another.
The violent tearing sound even drowned out the shouts and cries of the Jatu people!
Klose and a few brave carpenters were working as lumberjacks under the bridge, with swords and axes flying up and down non-stop.
The Jatu soldier in the front row realized something was wrong, but the crowds behind him made it impossible for him to retreat!
He could only keep pushing forward. He even put the shield over his head and tried his best to speed up!
“Ka-ka-ka… boom…”
Perhaps the decision made by the Jatu man in the front row was correct, but as more cracking sounds were heard, the bridge deck finally collapsed, and dozens of Jatu soldiers fell into the icy Tongtian River along with the bridge deck.
Behind them, several cavalrymen who were clearing obstacles also fell into the river from the bridge.
The dozens of wooden stakes in the middle of the river were all broken at this moment!
All the wooden piles fell down due to the collapse of the bridge deck, then sank in the water for a while, then floated to the surface again and were washed away by the current.
This is of course Leon's "technical adjustment". The wooden stakes in the middle of the river were not cut by Klose and his team, but the cross-section was still neat - they had been sawed off long ago, and the connecting wood used for reinforcement had been removed.
The river water suddenly became extremely turbid. Several horses that fell into the river floated to the surface neighing, and were gradually swept downstream by the current.
But most of the Jatu people who fell into the river drowned in just a few breaths - although the river here was not fast, it was still not shallow, and was more than enough to drown the Jatu people wearing armor.
Only a few people emerged from the water, grabbed some broken wooden boards and swam back desperately, but they were immediately killed by crossbows shot from the camp.
It seems that not all people of this grassland nation are landlubbers.
However, if they surfaced, they would be sitting ducks, and these Jatu people clearly could not swim underwater.
The Jatu warlord also fell into the river, and in fact, his subordinates did successfully rescue him - at least to the river.
However, he was wearing heavy armor, and his arms and legs were pierced by arrows...
It would be a miracle if this situation could still come to light.
After watching their leader struggle desperately for a few times and then disappear into the water, some of the Jatu people began to search downstream along the river.
More Jatu cavalrymen became somewhat at a loss, and the formation became a mess.
But on Leon's side, two shirtless mercenaries began to pull down their pants while watching the brief chaos of the enemy on the other side.
One of them asked uncertainly: "Sir, if we capture him..."
"Everything he has belongs to you!"
The two naked men became excited instantly and jumped directly into the river from the embankment. They disappeared after entering the water.
Almost two minutes later, they resurfaced from the water several dozen meters downstream, still holding the Jatu warlord who had fallen into the river.
The Nagatu warlord seemed to have fainted - probably due to suffocation in the water, and the arrow wound on his body was not fatal.
The two 'white sharks in the waves' glanced at the Jatu people on the other side who seemed to be drawing their bows and arrows, took a deep breath, and then the two naked men once again dived underwater with the Jatu warlord and disappeared.
When they reappeared, they were already on the river bank beside the camp.
Then, they panted and quickly dragged the unconscious Gatu warlord to the riverside. Klose rushed out from under the bridge to help and dragged them up the steep slope of the river bank.
Then, several people ran wildly along the side of the camp - there was a fortress facing the river, so they had to take a detour.
Only then were there a few howling shouts from across the river, and the Jatu people finally began to draw their bows and shoot arrows.
But across the river, which was several dozen meters away, two shirtless naked men were carrying their leader and running very fast - even the best archers would be worried about accidental injuries...
Moreover, Klose was protecting them behind them - Klose, wearing heavy armor with only a slit left for his eyes, was not afraid of the long-range high-throw arrows shot from the other side of the river.
As a result, only a few Jatu people who were very confident in their archery skills shot a few sparse arrows.
The arrows should have been accurate, but none of them hit the target, and they were all blocked by Klose's sword.
Seeing two Changhe Town mercenaries carrying the Jatu warlord into the camp, Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief.
This little trick that I came up with on the spur of the moment was successful!
Goddess bless you!
It is also thanks to the mercenaries in Changhe Town, most of whom are very good at swimming - boys who live by the lake all year round have been playing in the water since they were young.
The Jatu warlord was quickly placed on the rampart - he was tied to a wooden stake and stood like a statue in the middle of the wall.
Anson even carefully stopped the bleeding from the arrow wound on his body.
The warlord's equipment was still on him - Leon and the Jatu people could not communicate because of language barriers, and he was worried that after stripping off his equipment, the Jatu people on the opposite side would not recognize their own leader.
In fact, Leon really didn't want to deal with the Jatu people. After all, they couldn't speak the same language, and it would be difficult to trick them no matter how cunning he was.
The only way to do it is by hard work, which is totally inconsistent with Li Ang's way of thinking.
"Sir, he has..."
"Don't worry, everything will be yours after the battle!"
A shirtless mercenary, all wet, shook his head. "My lord, that's not what I meant... He had a sword on him that looked very much like the one you had before! But it sank into the water, and we didn't have time to get it out..."
Li Ang was stunned for a moment, but then he smiled and said, "It's just a sword. Let's talk about it after the battle. Thank you for your hard work, brother."
The mercenary smiled complacently, and seemed very proud of the "thank you for your hard work". "Sir, I will go get it for you tonight. Don't worry, I don't covet your sword..."
Seeing the warlord standing on the wall like a statue, the Jatu people on the opposite side became obviously more confused.
The Jatu people now lost their unified command.
The leader was captured, and the Jatu army, which consisted of three hundred-man teams, was clearly divided into three factions...
A team of horsemen rode back and forth along the river bank, trying to find a place to cross the river.
One team was watching from across the river, and many of them took off the bows on their backs and tried to shoot at the fort where the crossbowmen were - but the shield made their efforts in vain.
There was another team that seemed to be just there for the fun, and they retreated slowly, probably intending to leave.
"put!"
The mercenary crossbowmen continued to fire crossbow arrows from the shooting holes to the opposite side. The safe shooting environment allowed them to aim slowly and carefully, and they could achieve good results even across the river.
Several Jatu cavalrymen who were watching from across the river fell down in just a few breaths.
Then they left the bridge and began to swim along the river bank, apparently looking for a way to cross the river.
Leon did not intend to let the Jatu people have the idea of forcing a river across, so he stood up, stood behind the Jatu warlord and began to draw his bow and shoot arrows.
Fifteen degrees upward shooting.
Pull the string to your cheek, exhale, hold your breath...
let go.
The bow's steady rebound causes the bowstring to emit a gentle hum.
The arrow drew a beautiful arc, then swooped down from the air, like a falcon soaring through the sky, and landed on the head of a Gatu cavalryman who was marching on the river bank at the farthest point.
The sharp cone head pierced the nomadic helmet and penetrated deeply into the back of the cavalryman's head.
The cavalrymen fell down limply without even having time to make a sound.
"Zabia! Bispa!"
The Jatu people beside the cavalryman shouted in fear, dispersed, left the river bank, and retreated further away.
Only his horse was still pacing where he had fallen, whining and sniffing at his master's face.
