Chapter 40: Fight, Boy
This camp is obviously abnormal. The Jatu people are very experienced in battle and will not attack easily.
While sending out scouts to investigate, two war riders who looked like centurions from the Jatu team also stepped out and shouted a few words in unintelligible Jatu language from a distance.
He didn't understand the meaning, but Li Ang understood one word.
That word is "Juan".
Li Ang also understood the intentions of the two centurions - if it weren't for Li Ang, the bridge should have been completed. They should be asking Juan to come out and take them across the river...
It seems that Juan didn't tell the truth after all. He actually knew the purpose of this camp and knew the Jatu people. He was able to deceive Leon and Sarah with nine truths and one lie during the interrogation. He really has excellent acting skills, enough to win an Oscar.
However, Juan was dead, so he could no longer be used to deceive the two Gatu people.
Sarah, who was hiding under the embankment, looked gloomy. She must have heard this word as well and felt a little guilty.
The Jatu warlord beside Leon began to struggle violently after hearing these two sentences, but his neck was pinched by Leon, his body was tied up, his mouth was blocked, and the helmet on his head covered his entire expression - he could not convey any useful information.
The two war riders carefully looked at the terrain around the camp, then looked at the struggling warlord, and retreated.
They were divided into two teams of 100 men.
One of them was located at the foot of a gentle slope on the south side of the camp, directly opposite the "gate" of the camp - that is, a hole without a fence, which could be considered a gate, but in fact there was no gate.
The other group was wandering on the relatively flat east side outside the camp - the west side was a hillside, which was the direction Juan had escaped before, and it was not very convenient to ride on horseback.
It was a cautious siege posture.
But Li Ang had no intention of breaking out, but rather of stalling for time. The longer he delayed, the greater the chance that reinforcements would arrive.
The caution of the Jatu people just happened to be in line with his expectations.
Afterwards, the Jatu people surrounding the camp took off their bows, drew out their arrows, and all looked at Leon who was posing in the middle of the camp, but no one raised the bow and pulled the string.
It was raining, and the Jatu people's hard bows and horn bows would be affected, and their accuracy would be much worse. They probably didn't intend to kill the warlord in front of Li Ang by mistake.
Li Ang was actually quite nervous, fearing that the opposite side would really fire a volley of arrows - what if this Jatu cavalry was not going to pay attention to the captured little warlord?
He had been holding that warlord in his hands, intending to use him as a shield when necessary...
But it seems that the Jatu people are going to take it into consideration.
This warlord's status is probably slightly higher than the two centurions outside.
That's normal. This guy had led three centuries of troops before, so his status must be higher than that of a centurion.
The Jatu people prepared bows and arrows, probably just to prevent themselves from breaking out.
After the two sides confronted each other for more than ten minutes, the Jatu scouts came back - there was no ambush around.
So the Jatu people began a tentative attack.
They only sent out the team at the bottom of the gentle slope.
The team on the side still stared at Li Ang with bows in hand.
The Jatu people who launched the attack did not use their expertise in mounted archery, but instead rushed towards the camp with lances.
The cry of "Uzzah" was heard again.
Obviously, they did not want to accidentally injure the captured Jatu warlord, but they were not too worried - they probably just didn't want to accidentally kill the warlord with their own arrows, but they didn't care at all whether Li Ang would kill him or not.
Maybe they belonged to different tribes.
The gentle slope in front was not steep, but the ground was muddy and uneven, so one could not ride a horse too fast. Leon dragged the Jatu warlord and slowly retreated to the wooden fortress.
In front, amidst the splashing mud and water, a dozen cavalrymen were the first to rush into the camp.
The one rushing in the front was one of the two centurions.
There were many obstacles , and it was not a good place to ride a horse - piles of wood, stone stoves, various messy wooden racks, horse troughs... everything.
However, the leading war rider seemed very confident in his riding skills. He still did not dismount and rushed straight towards Leon with his lance in hand.
"Klose!"
When the lance was only a few meters away from Leon, Leon shouted, and then pushed the Jatu warlord in his hand forward - blocking in front of him.
The war rider was really skilled. He pulled the horse to a different direction, then stopped the horse with his spear in a very handsome manner - the horse raised its hooves and stopped abruptly, letting out a crisp neigh.
But it didn't last half a second before the horse's neighing suddenly stopped.
Klose suddenly jumped out from the inconspicuous haystack next to him, and the sword in his hand caused grass debris to fly all over the sky.
The sword light swept out a huge crescent shape, splitting the confident war rider and his horse into four parts.
The spurting blood doused him, staining his heavy armor a bright ruby red.
"Stormtroopers!"
"ha!"
Ten stormtroopers, half of them holding broadswords and the other half holding a one-handed infantry sword in each hand, rushed out from all corners of the camp and pounced on the enemy closest to them.
The enemy closest to Leon had already dismounted and was rushing towards him with a shield and scimitar in hand - these were probably the elite soldiers under the centurion, also wearing visor helmets.
But Leon swung the human shield, then chopped the Jatu man to the ground with a single-handed sword.
The speed of the sword was incredibly fast, and it seemed that there was no movement at all, and even the sword light could not be seen.
This knight's sword, which he is most familiar with and most handy in using, may not be able to cut through high-quality plate armor, but when facing enemies with light armor, it is like a magic weapon in Leon's hands.
There was no rain of arrows overhead, and the camp was deliberately cluttered with obstacles so that the enemy could not launch a lance charge. In this environment with many obstacles, the strong men of Mettenheim could fight against any enemy.
Try to choose the battlefield yourself and make the environment suitable for your side. If you can ambush, you must ambush. If you can sneak attack, you must sneak attack. This is Li Ang's usual operating thinking.
These are all things that can be arranged in that brief minute before facing the enemy.
In this kind of encounter, no brilliant strategy can be used. The military strategy in battle is nothing more than the heaven, earth and man.
Right time, right place, right people...
Well, the number of people is indeed a little less.
There were no enemies around, and the crossbowmen had already started shooting arrows. Leon threw the Jatu warlord in his hand back and rushed out with the sword in hand.
Sarah took the human shield from behind him and placed the sword across the warlord's neck.
Before she knew it, Leslie ran out from beside Sarah, holding a short spear in her hand, and bravely stabbed a Jatu who had his back to her.
The Jatu man was struggling to resist Summer's sudden attack, but he was unexpectedly hit in the back by a woman.
Leslie's eyes were bloodshot and her face was extremely ferocious. She stepped on the dead Jatu and pulled out the spear with all her strength. Her whole body was splattered with blood.
The blue skirt was dyed a creepy purple-brown color.
Then, she turned around like a possessed person and began looking for other opponents.
But a Jatu who had already dismounted was now rushing towards her from the side and behind.
Anson, who was also hiding next to Sarah, looked at Leslie's behavior, suddenly pushed down the wooden board in front of him, gritted his teeth, swung his sword and rushed behind Leslie.
No one knew whether Anson was too lucky or the Jatu man behind Leslie was too unskilled, but this almost random swing of the sword actually managed to hit the Jatu man's vitals - half of his neck was cut off, his head was almost broken, and a large wave of blood splattered on Leslie's face again.
Leslie turned around with bloodshot eyes and saw that it was Anson. She then looked at the Jatu man lying at Anson's feet, and the bloodshot in her eyes seemed to clear up a little.
Anson grabbed Leslie and ran towards the embankment: "Go back quickly!"
After flinging the brave merchant into his hiding place under the embankment, Anson turned around and stood in front of Leslie with his sword in both hands.
His hands were shaking slightly, but his posture at this moment was firm and fearless.
Like a true knight.
