Chapter 41 If you are afraid of death, jump into the river
The rain gradually got heavier. The cold wind from the north mixed with increasingly dense raindrops, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.
Probably after this north wind , winter will come.
The bean-sized raindrops were carried by the wind and hit the helmet, making crackling sounds. The soaked rain flowed through the gaps in the chainmail and went straight into the lining, bringing the cold to every part of the body.
But the violent storm could not wash away the blood that soaked the soldiers' bodies.
In the camp, the bodies of the Jatu people were scattered all over the ground.
Several horses also fell to the ground, most of them victims of the two-handed sword.
The accumulated water on the ground had all turned into sticky blood mud, and the bright red liquid was flowing down the gentle slope.
In the center of the camp, countless Jatu people were lying in all directions, some even piled on top of each other.
They all had only one wound on their bodies, but it was always on a fatal spot - the face, neck, heart, or between the legs...
These are all Le Ang's achievements in battle. As long as he can kill his opponent quickly, he doesn't care where he stabs or kicks.
Leon was covered in blood, and his blue-gray chain mail had completely turned reddish brown.
The helmet had been soaked in blood and turned black, leaving only two eyes exposed, making him look like a demon.
There was a tear in the chain mail on the left chest, which rolled up to reveal the scarlet flesh. It was a knife wound.
In a melee, no matter how skilled you are, it is difficult to avoid swords and guns coming from all directions.
But the sword in his hand was swung again, still as fast as lightning, without any visible flash of sword light.
However, this time, the sword blade only tore through half of the opponent's chain mail neck guard with some difficulty, leaving a cut in the opponent's throat.
The opponent did not die, but fell to the ground and rolled over, holding his neck which was gushing blood - after chopping down more than a dozen people, the sword seemed to have become a little blunt.
Li Ang also clearly felt the fatigue of his body. He was not the kind of madman with infinite endurance. In fact, he was better at single combat.
He picked up a nomadic shield that belonged to the enemy with his toes and took a breath.
A few meters to the side of Leon was Klose, whose entire body was already glowing red. His shiny plate armor had become extremely eye-catching after drinking so much blood, and his tall and burly figure made him look more like a demon than Leon.
The bodies around him looked miserable, basically in pieces, and there was hardly a complete body to be found.
The only one who was still intact was the cavalryman he cut down last.
The crude sword in his hand had been completely deformed, but still terrifying - the heavy sword slashed across the waist of a cavalryman with a whistling sound of breaking through the wind. The sword became an S shape, and the Jatu cavalry became a B shape.
The sword has become as blunt as a block of iron.
Behind the two men were the stormtroopers standing in a row, but there were only eight of them left, and each of them was dripping with blood.
The enemy's, or your own.
Behind the assault team was the wooden embankment, on which a row of crossbowmen were squatting, doing their best to attack.
At the foot of the fort, Anson had put down his sword and was giving battlefield first aid to two seriously injured Mettenheim infantrymen.
At this time, there were no enemies left standing in the camp.
"Bispa! Bispa!"
After suffering at least fifty casualties, the enemy retreated with shouts and did not continue the charge - the camp was already full of corpses and debris, and the Jatu cavalry could only fight on foot.
As for Bu Zhan, the big guys in the camp in front of him seemed to be very strong...
In the era of cold weapons, a quarter of casualties would have been enough to cause the morale of most troops to collapse, but this did not happen to these Jatu people.
They even still maintained a good level of obedience and calmness.
This is the real reason why the Jatu cavalry is so terrifying.
They marched without discipline or strategy, and charged in no formation, looking like a mob - but they were never afraid of death.
They have their own social structure and honor system, and fearlessness of life and death is the basic concept of their honor system.
Moreover, they had a reason to attack this camp - they had crossed the river from here in the first place, and this camp was the way back to the grassland!
After all the Jatu people in the front retreated several dozen meters away, another centurion who was patrolling on the side led his team to the front of the formation and shouted something loudly.
Then he drew his saber, cut his face, and smeared the blood on his forehead.
This self-mutilation behavior seemed to be contagious, and his men all took out their sabers and cut themselves on the face.
Everyone's forehead was smeared with bright red finger marks.
The Jatu warlord, who was gagged in the camp, saw this scene and made a "crackling" sound in his throat, as if he was laughing.
And then he tried to put his neck against Sarah's blade.
But Sarah quickly retracted the sword , causing the warlord's suicide attempt to fail.
Down the gentle slope.
After everyone collectively mutilated themselves and had plastic surgery, a shout of "Uzza! Gatu!!" restarted the battlefield.
"Uzza! Gato!!"
All the Jatu people took off their bows and started firing in the wind and rain.
Their self-mutilation seemed to be a ritual, and the result of the ritual was that they no longer cared about the captured warlord!
"Stand back! Raise your shield!"
A wet bow would reduce its elasticity, and the arrows would be less powerful, and even less accurate in the wind and rain. But when more than a hundred archers shoot arrows at the same time, they don't need to be very accurate, and no one can withstand a barrage of arrows.
Arrows rained down like locusts mixed with raindrops.
Li Ang raised his nomadic round shield and retreated to the edge of the fort. The crossbowmen tried their best to fight back, but their crossbows could hardly be accurate in the wind and rain.
The Mettenheim people's weakness in using shields was clearly revealed at this time.
Klose's steel armor clanked, and the heavy plate armor blocked several arrows, but a conical arrow still pierced his shoulder. He rolled over and found a large wooden board, barely covering his body.
The other Mettenheim infantrymen were also almost in a desperate situation. Without shields in their hands, they were forced to hide in the barracks nearby. The tents and wooden roofs could barely hold out for a while.
The crossbowmen were also hit by the rain of arrows.
Most of them had shields, but they had nowhere to hide on the embankment, and the arrows flying in the wind and rain still caused considerable casualties.
Half of them held shields for protection, while the other half fired back with crossbows, but the obvious disparity in numbers and firing rate made it difficult for them to raise their heads.
Fortunately, most of them were from Changhe Town, and they did not run away when faced with the Jatu people.
After several rounds of arrow rain, three mercenary crossbowmen fell off the embankment, splashing huge waves in the river on the other side.
The Jatu people once again sent out more than fifty people to start dismounting and charging - the big guys who were good at infantry combat were suppressed by the rain of arrows, and no one showed up in the camp. When they rushed into the camp, the rain of arrows from the Jatu people on the periphery still did not stop.
This is indiscriminate coverage shooting!
Li Ang picked up Anson's sword and rushed towards the enemy, shouting: "If you are afraid of death, you can jump into the river and escape. No one will blame you!"
This is for the crossbowmen.
There is actually a hidden purpose behind the cunning lord's words... Maybe someone is indeed afraid of death and wants to run away, but who will admit it at this time?
So this statement attracted a lot of ridicule: "What's there to be afraid of? Whoever runs is a chicken!"
This is the voice of the swimming master.
After a burst of laughter, the real tough battle began.
The Jatu people charged fearlessly, and the camp was quickly filled with people.
This was indeed the melee that Leon wanted, but it was definitely not the scene he wanted to see.
Klose led the stormtroopers in a frantic fight, and every tough guy had bright red wounds on his body.
The crossbowmen had also jumped off the embankment, drew their infantry swords and stood in front of Anson and Sarah, engaging in hand-to-hand combat - they had no crossbow arrows left.
Just as Le Ang paid the price of having feather arrows piercing his thighs and shoulders and struggling to pierce a war rider, he heard a deep and clear voice coming from afar.
“Woo…woo…woo…”
This is the sound of the horn.
The sound of the horn was accompanied by the even duller sound of horse hooves, which was loud and powerful, coming from far away and then getting closer.
