"The enemy doesn't know what kind it is. otbnkotgt "Who is it that is pretending to be a trick on me, Michaelphon?"
"What a shame."
The next moment, Mihail felt as if his neck was being strangled by a pair of invisible iron fists.
Painful, difficulty breathing.
There was severe pain in the throat, as if it was about to be pinched.
"Ahhhhh" Mihail covered his neck and knelt down on the ground, as if he wanted to shout something like "help", but in the end, the only sound that came out of his throat was ahhhhh.
Such a strange, or terrifying, scene made other nobles and their entourage even more nervous.
This may be the effect the caster intended.
"If you really think he is noisy, wouldn't it be better to kill the pretentious guy at once?"
William said loudly while pulling the trigger of the crossbow.
After this, the voice paused slightly for a few seconds.
People who felt that what William said made sense were temporarily relieved.
But then, after this short pause, the voice laughed again: "Very good, not much.
Whether it is observation, judgment, brainpower or decision-making, it is very good.
If you let it grow, If so, he might become a very outstanding person.”
"Thank you very much for the compliment."
William replied in a non-serious tone.
"But it's a pity."
"The young master is in danger" At the next moment, John, holding his big shield high, jumped in front of William and protected him behind him.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "crackling" sound of gold and iron.
The metal arrow cluster collided with the iron shield, making such a sound.
"Is it over?"
John was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he only heard William shout: "Lower your head."
John lowered his head subconsciously and felt a chill on his scalp and goosebumps all over his body.
"There is nothing wrong with the bone arrow cluster.
Just like the arrow, this is not because of poverty or industrial backwardness, but on purpose.
But why is the bone arrow cluster stronger than the iron arrow cluster?
It makes no sense at all. " After that, the enemy's true form actually appeared in front of William and answered his question.
He is two meters tall, with bulging muscles, sharp eyes and a ferocious face.
His upper body is painted with oil paint, and a necklace made of animal teeth hangs around his neck.
At the same time, he wears a helmet made of a wild sheep's skull with long horns on his head.
More importantly, a centaur.
The lower body is like a war horse, and the upper body is like a human being.
Centaur, half horse.
Monsters, the ruling nation of the Tartalian Khanate.
One of the strongest and most terrifying enemies of mankind on the continent.
"Dressed and groomed, is it a shaman or someone else who uses some kind of supernatural power to make the bone arrow clusters?
There is too little information, I have no idea at all, bastard.
Damn it."
"So, what are you thinking about, little brother?"
The centaur, the centaur who looked like a shaman, once again raised the recurve bow in his hand.
At the same time, in the void, where there seemed to be nothing, large numbers of centaurs appeared out of thin air.
Each of these strong, tall and fierce warriors wielded bows and arrows, and William's hunting party instantly fell into chaos.
"Are you kidding?
This is so" "Shields, raise your shields.
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Get together and fight back with crossbows and bows."
William roared angrily.
Therefore, people are really easy to follow blindly.
In this situation where everyone was at a loss, William's order was like a life-saving straw, and was followed by the rest of the hunting team.
At this moment, no one thought of speaking against him, or doubting whether his judgment was correct, whether he had given orders to command the identity, status and power of so many people.
They just subconsciously followed William's orders.
That's all.
The soldiers raised their shields to form a semicircular shield wall.
At the same time, the aristocratic young men and their followers who carried bows and arrows also set up their bows and arrows to confront the centaurs.
"Can you breathe a sigh of relief?
It's so unlucky.
Why did I end up in this situation?"
William sighed while throwing his hand crossbow to an attendant.
His intuition told him that such a soft crossbow would have little effect on these tall and powerful centaurs.
That is to say The two sides began the first round of fighting.
Humans and centaurs shot at each other with crossbows and bows.
The human side is protected by a shield wall.
But the position is fixed, and the shooting skills are far worse than the centaur.
In addition, the centaurs, who are much stronger than humans, have recurve bows that are much more powerful than humans.
The first round of fighting ended in the complete defeat of mankind.
Almost all the soft arrows shot by the soft hunting bows and crossbows were dodged by the centaurs.
At the same time, most of the extremely fast arrows shot by the centaurs hit their targets.
Amidst bursts of screams, a dozen followers and noble youths with one to several arrows stuck in their bodies fell to the ground.
"Ah this, this" The screams of his companions, the dead and twitching corpses, the dead eyes, and the dazzling red blood all stimulated the others who were still alive.
If the other party dies, then he will die too.
Those with whom you are familiar, those who have deep friendships, those who are fair-weather friends, those who are at odds with you, those who have feuds, those who are lovable, and those who are annoying.
Damn, brilliant, stupid, clever.
They all have their own lives, their own futures, their own ideals and wishes.
But just before, with the "shooting" of a tall monster-like centaur, in just a few seconds, all of this disappeared.
Their lives, futures, ideals and aspirations disappeared along with their lives.
There are many people with poor psychological quality, some with average psychological quality, and some with very good psychological quality.
All the aristocratic young men who saw this scene for the first time felt their hearts being squeezed tightly.
That feeling of suffocation, that feeling of hairs standing on end all over your body, it’s simply, simply Death is close at hand.
The teenagers finally understood that the battlefields, wars, and battles in their dreams were not exactly what they imagined.
That is not a child's play, nor is it a stage where they can show off their personal heroism and make them look great and powerful.
They are not the protagonists, they are not the kind of lucky people who can achieve success by relying on the so-called destiny or luck.
There is no way to become a great nobleman and hero by virtue of his merits and victories, and let people build a fifteen-meter-high marble statue of him in the city center square.
On the battlefield, everyone is equal, but at the same time slightly different.
The mortality rate of veterans and experienced knights is completely different from that of new recruits and inexperienced rookies.
And rookies among rookies like them, let alone making achievements, will die as fast as bugs.
After understanding this, the teenagers began to collapse.
Some of them dropped their weapons and began to cry loudly.
Some turned around and ran back.
Although the better ones still stayed in place, their hands were shaking as if they had malaria, and they couldn't shoot arrows or fight with swords.
"This, this is just it" After seeing this scene, Countess Elise also felt extremely anxious.
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After looking around, she finally set her target on William.
Although he was not familiar with William, and although he had heard countless negative legends about William before, in this case, there would be no one else more trustworthy except this man, no, boy.
At that moment, Elise thought so in her heart.
So she came to William's side, took his arm, and said: "Mr.
William, do you have any idea?
You must have something, right?"
"Ah, well, probably."
William calmly took off the opponent's hands, and then took out the short-barreled musket from his waist.
A little bit, a little bit.
But in this case, well, there's no problem in being a little cool.
Yes, yes, there's no problem at all.
For a moment, William's spirit was a little wandering.
"Gunpowder bag, well, it's like wrapping the gunpowder with paper shells in advance.
Although it's following the wisdom of the predecessors, it should be considered a pioneering work in this world."
While thinking this, he loaded the paper bullets and lead bullets with fixed gunpowder into the short-barreled handgun.
"Because it's a flintlock gun, it doesn't need to be lit with an open flame, which is also very convenient."
"Well, um, Sir William, now is not the time to do such a thing leisurely."
Because she was thrown away, Miss Elise's face felt a little unsure.
The voice is also slightly raised.
"So, it's convenient, it's convenient, the great power of mechanical engineering and so on.
It's completely a work of art, this kind of thing."
William continued to ignore the gradually collapsing battlefield and looked like he was about to go crazy.
Miss Elise.
After locating all the gunpowder and lead bullets, just like he often did in his previous life, he fired a shot.
There was a slight mistake at the end.
Sure enough, short-barreled handguns and automatic pistols are two completely different things.
But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.
God will forgive him for this little thing.
"You are really weak, weak, useless, waste.
Humans like this occupy the vastest and most fertile land in the world.
This is really unfair.
Yes, it is so unfair.
Warriors of the Centaur clan, Charge and kill them all" After another round of volleys, the Centaur Shaman complained while giving the order to charge.
"Your Excellency William, Your Excellency William" "So, clergymen and noble ladies are very verbose.
In this case, let's fill up the ammunition a little bit.
But if, um, like this, like this, like this again."
William ignored Elise's words while filling the shotgun with ammunition, one lead bullet, one powder bag, one gunpowder bag, one lead bullet, and another powder bag.
After confirming that nothing more could be packed in the barrel, he nodded with satisfaction.
I haven’t forgotten the complaints either.
Centaurs are charging.
They are an excellent sprinting race that can increase their speed to the fastest within a short distance.
Even in narrow jungle terrain, it does not affect their performance.
They put on spears and charged fiercely like lancers.
In an instant, they broke through the broken shield wall of the hunting team, pierced and trampled the bodies, and the horses' hooves trampled the bodies into flesh.
They kept dancing with their long-handled scimitars. , using amazing arm strength to create headless corpses, heads and stumps thrown into the air, as well as blood, broken bodies, fragments of internal organs, brains, etc.
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The rate at which hunting parties collapse has accelerated.
No, it should be said that the hunting team has collapsed.
Facing the charge of the centaurs, the humans, who were relying on an incomplete shield wall, naturally collapsed.
The survivors either hugged each other and cried, or fled in confusion.
It was at this time that the centaur shaman saw William, who neither ran away nor cried, and the Countess beside him, who were gathered together.
The shaman smiled ferociously, walked over, stuck out his tongue, and touched the blood on the scimitar.
With bad intentions, with bad intentions.
"Wilhelm von Hereford" the noble lady's shout was at least twenty decibels louder.
"It's very harsh.
Don't make any noise, woman."
William completed the last step at this time.
He added a small section of match rope to the shotgun, and then threw it towards the centaur on the opposite side.
"Yeah, whatever."
The centaur shaman, who didn't understand William's move, was puzzled for a moment.
Then because he didn't understand, he ignored the thing, then pointed it at William and raised his scimitar.
"Go to hell" at the same time.
No, I should say, faster than him.
At a faster speed than him, William raised the short-barreled firecracker in his hand and pointed it at the Centaur Shaman.
What he said was not a tasteless cliché like "Go to hell."
Instead, he smiled and spoke an onomatopoeia calmly.
"Bang".
Then pull the trigger.
The lead bullet punched a hole in the centaur shaman's head.
Blood splattered everywhere.
And of course the brains.
"So weird" Before dying, the centaur shaman was baffled, super baffled.
Subjectively, he felt that he died unjustly. 160420oshow7: