Arrows rain down like locusts.

Arrows shot out from all directions in the forest and landed on William's flower array, but they were all blocked by the shield, and only a clanging sound sounded. After the first wave of arrows, the Northland barbarians, who were completely on the defensive, were never hit by flying arrows again, and even the archers in the center of the flower array were well protected, and they did not have to worry about threatening their lives at all.

As the flower formation shrinks, the whole formation looks like a bud waiting to be released.

But compared to the problem of the situation on William's side, the troops of the Ralaff garrison can be said to be a Shura field.

The rain of arrows is covered on both sides at the same time.

Because the archer troops of the Ralphlan garrison shrank their formations, they became the target of the opponent's key attacks. The dense arrows were at least two or three times larger than Sean's side, and under the first wave of arrow rain, nearly a hundred of the Lovlan garrison fell forever, and the number of wounded even far exceeded this number, just the first wave of attacks, the Ralaff garrison fell into a state of chaos, and even the most basic counterattack could not be achieved.

Then, there was the second wave of arrows.

However, because of the Roblan garrison attracting firepower on the other side, Sean's troops, who seemed to be more cautious and difficult, naturally did not encounter such a strong attack, and it was obvious that the other party's purpose was just to use the coverage of the rain of arrows to delay the speed of Sean and the others.

This tactic is exactly the same as the one used by Sean in the Boles Forest that night!

As long as they concentrate their forces, they can first deal with the more numerous, but obviously easier to deal with Loflan garrison, and then they can concentrate their forces and eat Sean's troops in turn. After all, Sean's army is only a mere two hundred, which is obviously not a lot in the eyes of the enemy, especially since they also have a hundred Northland barbarians who are considered the most unsuitable to be soldiers.

No matter how you look at it, Sean's army is obviously a soft persimmon!

Judging by the current situation. Whether the commander of the enemy army was very good or not is not clear to Sean and others. But what is certain is that the other side at least knows how to fight a war better than the idiots in the Loflan garrison. Of course, there is nothing new in terms of tactics, but war never needs anything new, as long as it is practical—and there is no doubt that this tactic of rain of arrows is indeed the most applicable in this kind of forest terrain.

At least, Sean's large force was indeed being held back.

And the number of archers of the opponent is not small, covered by a continuous rain of arrows. Coupled with the accurate shots that came from time to time, it was so overwhelming that Sean's side couldn't raise his head at all. Although their counterattack was much better than that of the Loflan garrison, it was not sharp at all, and after the few sparse arrows shot out, it was not known whether the road had hit the enemy.

However, it is different from this tense atmosphere. It was William with an excited face in the flower array.

William's face flushed with a burst of red, and he looked like he was drunk, and William, who was already more beautiful than a woman, now looked even more full of strange charm. He pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and his snort was extremely heavy, but everyone knew it. William at this time is the most dangerous. The more excited he is, the calmer his mind will be, and the acceleration of his thinking will give him faster judgment.

"The opposing commander is at least better than that garbage." William chuckled. The voice was heavy, "There are not many archers against us, and they are divided into two groups......"

As he said this, William picked up a branch from somewhere, and drew a half-arc on the ground, like a watershed.

Underneath the watershed, a circle was drawn and said, "This is us." ”

Then, on the other side of the watershed, three smaller circles were drawn on the left, middle and right positions: "This is the distribution of the opposing archers." …… It may be a little off, but it should be about the same. ”

The branch slashed in the circle on his side, directly pulled a straight line and cut into the small circle on the left, and said in a deep voice: "When the formation starts, all the archers will shoot arrows to this side for me, whether it works or not, they will stare me here to death!" …… Sean, Mr. Fred, you lead the fourth and fifth squads, quickly insert to the right, and the rest doesn't matter, as long as you can insert into the enemy line. ”

Again, a straight line that connects the slightly smaller circle on the right with the larger circle.

After the last moment, the branch landed on the small circle in the middle: "Miss Cecilia, can you throw your fireball technique about two hundred meters away?" ”

"No problem." Cecilia thought for a moment, then nodded, "But ...... May cause wildfires. ”

"It doesn't matter." William didn't even think about it, "Then the middle group of archers will be handed over to you, Miss Cecilia." …… Anno, once Cecilia attacks, you immediately lead the second team to rush towards the middle as soon as possible, and you don't need to worry about anything, just kill! ”

"Good!" Anno was a big stupid man and nodded with a smile without the slightest fear on his face.

But everyone knows that the middle road is the real danger, because he will be attacked by the left, center and right.

The arrows on the left can only be shot blindly in this forest, because the distance between them is at least two hundred meters, and the other party can see them, but they cannot see each other; The road on the right, because of the lack of long-range attacks, can only wait until close before attacking, although it is dangerous, but it is not as good as the middle lane, not to mention that William only gave Anno a team of twenty people, far less than the forty people on the right side.

"Why don't I come?" Alfred frowned.

William shook his head and said only one word: "He's a Northland barbarian." ”

Steel Wings is an army composed entirely of Northland barbarians, whether it is now or in the future, Sean has decided that he will never be mixed with other races and tribes, so the future leader of this army will only be one person, and that is Anno. Although the current steel wings are all from the Anno tribe, there will be other Northland barbarians who will be incorporated in the future, so Anno must start cultivating from now on.

William didn't want Anno to lead the army alone, but at least he had to be brave and always at the forefront.

Another dense rain of arrows poured down and clanged.

The moment the last voice stopped, William's lips gently spit out a word: "Open the battle!" ”

Like mercury pouring out of the ground, and like a flash in the pan.

The shields of the steel wings were lowered in unison, and their movements were so uniform that they did not look like the behavior of the Northland barbarians. The shield array, which had originally been stacked on top of each other as a whole, was completely dispersed by a hundred individuals in a second, and then it was moving as quickly as a gear. Transform into five individuals who are independent of each other and pull each other.

An archer suddenly rose from the formation. His arrows were already on them, but they were not drawn.

In the process of getting up, the right hand gradually pulls the bowstring apart, while the left hand raises the bow at the same time, and when the person stands upright, the bowstring is just full moon. He didn't aim at anything, but just aimed the arrow in the direction that William had specified. Then the right hand that pinched the tail feathers quietly let go.

"Whew!"

The arrow left the string, and the tail feathers pulled a white mark in the air, and disappeared into the dim forest in the distance.

This arrow, like a leading horse, was followed by dozens of arrows, all flying in this direction. They don't want to be precise. Just a cover in the general direction, the arrows that poured out formed a counterattack with enough deterrent power in an instant. Immediately after, the archers scattered around, as if they had found the backbone, began to shoot in this direction, and the countless arrows didn't care whether they could hit the enemy or not, but more like venting the grievances and anger that had been suppressed before.

Just a moment. The enemy on the left was completely suppressed. Instead, it turned out that the other party was suppressed.

And at this time, Sean, Alfred, and Anno are three. They had already taken the squad assigned to them by William and charged towards their respective goals.

Anno held the shield with his left hand, and there was a slight tremor in the muscles of the forearm holding the shield, which was the impact of an arrow being blocked on it. Anno didn't have the time or opportunity to see what was going on with the feathered arrows on his left, so he could only hold the half-body shield in his hand in front of his left to protect his head and upper body, and as for the part below the thigh, he was completely powerless.

However, the other party is not a marksman anyway, and judging from his fast running movements, it is a little difficult to shoot him in both legs.

Anno's left hand clenched the spear, he took the lead in rushing to the front of the team, as the former captain, the current captain, and the future regiment leader, Anno's heart is actually quite proud, happy and satisfied.

He knew that in the future, there would be no shortage of food in the tribe, no one in their tribe would starve to death, and they would not even have to be locked in a cage and judged like an animal, let alone suffer the white eyes of others everywhere. During the period when he was imprisoned underground by the Secings Chamber of Commerce, he also heard some "seniors" mention the word "master", and of course he also knew that slaves actually had no rights, and if they encountered anything that didn't go their way, they would be beaten badly.

Anno didn't know if Sean was the so-called good master in the mouth of those seniors, but in his own opinion, Sean was a very good unitary leader. Not only did he give them food, but he also gave them a place to live, and even gave them unprecedented treatment and new equipment, and the only thing they had to do was to do the same thing as they had done when they hunted in the ice, except that the target was two-legged people, and of course there were "training" that he didn't understand, but William said would allow them to live longer.

At the beginning, Anno actually had a little bit of cunning, because he felt that if Sean was their "unitary chief", then their future food would be settled. And then, in order to make his tribe as "valuable" as those predecessors said, Anno quickly told Sean what he was good at, and then went all out to complete Sean's instructions.

Anno found that she didn't really hate this kind of life.

For them Northland barbarians, being alive is a kind of happiness, and having enough to eat is a greater happiness.

They haven't read books, they haven't learned anything, they know some very superficial things, and they don't know what non-twists and turns are, but they know very well what gratitude is. They are not thankful for the gods, because the Northland barbarians have never believed in any gods, and the ancestor worship they worship is the source of their strength, so they are grateful to Sean, because it is Sean who has secured their future.

There was another light shock from his left arm, the impact of another arrow hitting it, Anno ignored it, he clenched the spear in his hand, and ran quickly through the forest, his eagle-sharp eyes constantly scanning the direction of the enemy that might be possible. As he prepares to act, William whispers to him, saying that his mission is heavy and death is very likely, but if he can hold on for longer, then the pressure on Sean will be much less.

For Sean's sake, Anno actually didn't mind sacrificing, because he knew that his tribe had followed a better leader than himself - the future of their tribe was guaranteed to grow, and his parents who raised him didn't have to worry about not having enough food to choose to starve for the future of the tribe, and he no longer had to worry about someone not being able to survive the cold climate because of hunger.

Suddenly!

A feathered arrow shoots out of the forest!

The archer's aim was very good, and he had even calculated the amount of advance, so when the arrow came, it grazed the edge of the shield in Anno's hand, and the tail feathers even reached the edge of the shield.

The arrow came so suddenly, and when Anno found it, it had already grazed his shield and shot at it, and it was obviously impossible to dodge or defend at this time. However, perhaps because the tail feathers grazed the edge of the shield, the arrow that had been fired at his throat was slightly deflected, and finally pierced only his left shoulder, which was the only place where there was no shelter, because the shoulder guard of the willow nail breastplate was on the right.

It hurts a little.

That was Anno's first thought, but the arrow only made his form pause slightly. But soon, Anno was extremely excited, because this was the first enemy he found, so he ran in the direction of this enemy at a faster speed, looking at the back of the opponent running in embarrassment, Anno changed the grip of the spear in his right hand slightly, and threw it suddenly, and the spear penetrated the opponent's body, nailing him to the ground completely.

Then, when he ran past him, Anno held the handle of the spear in his right hand, and pulled it out with a forceful lift, and the whole process did not waste even a second.

Immediately, Anno sounded William's admonition again, and then he made a move that would never have been possible in the past when hunting in the ice - Anno suddenly opened his throat and let out an extremely excited roar, completely venting the emotions held in his heart.

That way, you should be able to attract more attention, right? (To be continued.) )

PS: Please! Month! Ticket! Uh-huh!