What should the so-called fighting, fighting or fighting be like? Batu once had a lot of imagination about this. As a member of a nomadic tribe, he had experienced and witnessed many similar things. It was not the first time that he saw a dead person or a murder, but it was the first time that he personally participated in it. He imagined the scene of seeing blood for the first time. He imagined that he would stab other people''s chest with a machete and cut off their heads, bringing him pleasure and glory. He also imagined that when he first faced a fatal opponent, he would be cut under the horse and become a corpse for the wolf to chew on the grassland. But when he really killed the two men with a cold arrow, and then said that sorry to Lothar, he was more indifferent than all his fantasies.
Of course, there are reasons for anger. Anyone who has witnessed such betrayal and atrocity will be filled with blood, but anger will not turn into indifference. What makes Batu so indifferent is that he sees the fragility of life. In the grassland, in nature, all life is tough. Even a weed is trying to grow. Wolves and antelopes compete with each other to survive. Their lives make Batu feel safe. But human beings are not. Those who greet each other with a smile are stabbed in the heart with a knife in their backhand; as soon as they are riding together, a flying arrow is shot into the chest of the rider in a twinkling of an eye. Only human beings are so resolute in killing human beings, as if life had no weight, which was totally different from hunting.
Batu knew that he could not get rid of it himself, so when he let go of the bow string, it was not anger but sadness that made him indifferent. The most obvious figure in his eyes in this sadness was Lothar. He could not see the countess''s face, but he always felt that the man from the grey lion would not feel happy about the killing. In fact, it is.
As two people suddenly appeared on the hillside, the mutineers and traitors who were hanging the rest of the funeral procession turned their attention away. They are temporarily puzzled about why a non prairie man is here, but no matter why he is here, these killers will not give him a chance to tell others what he sees. The bowstring, trembling, shoots out a flying arrow like a locust. However, the scale of the battle is not large. The number of people, whether the party who is annihilated or the party who annihilates them, does not exceed 50. At this time, there are only seven or eight bows at Lothar. Although the arrows are fast and accurate, they can not form a dense net of arrows.
This is why the count dares to go to Batu as a cover only with his Tomahawk. He knows the archery of grassland people, so he is confident that he can deal with it. "Ding!" The justice of the fool opens the locust that shoots at the front door. The black spot in the field of vision is held by the empty left hand before it pierces into the eye socket and is thrown into the grass. Lothar held out his Tomahawk, pointed to the archers, and made a contemptuous gesture. His provocation was quickly responded to, and despite the lack of the iconic howl, the mutinies decisively threw away their bows, drew out their close weapons and rushed up the hillside.
The machetes of grassland people are very difficult to deal with. Unlike the Knights'' swords and the weapons also known as machetes in coastal areas, the front end of this machete is not thickened for chopping, but gradually becomes thinner and sharper, which is more conducive to piercing and penetrating armor. This makes it as light, fast and lethal as herdsmen on horseback. However, the machete is not always an advantage. Compared with the one handed sword and Tomahawk commonly used by knights, the machete is not suitable for confrontation. Lothar, who has fought with grassland people for many times, knows this well. As long as he forces the opponent to shake his own strength, his weapon will be more advantageous. The premise is that these mutinies, like traditional fighters, choose machetes in close combat weapons.
The count noticed that two of the five men around had chosen another kind of weapon, the mace, which the prairie people were good at using. It was like a machete. If we let these two kinds of weapons work together, one is fast and the other is slow, and the other is urgent and slow, it will not be so easy to deal with them. "Batu, help me shoot the two with sticks and I with knives."
The falconer nodded and raised his bow and arrow to shoot, but five people surrounded him, which did not mean that all the bows and arrows of the enemy had stopped shooting. Batu was keenly aware of a narrow headed arrow flying in mid air. The arrow was smaller and lighter than the arrow he used. It was a special kind of medium and long-range killing. His familiarity with bows and arrows made him quickly make a judgment. If the arrow was left alone, it would probably cause trouble to Lothar, who was focused on close combat. He made a quick decision by weighing the chin diagram. His left hand with the bow slightly deviated, and his right thumb loosened the bow string. Batu''s arrow flew over Lothar''s head. The arrow seemed to have no target, but when it flew forward for a second, he made a quick decision, But it just happened to collide with that hidden arrow in the air! Batu thinks that he is not good at swordsmanship among the tribes. However, hunters on the grassland never rely on machetes to eat. Bows and arrows are their favorite.
The count did not notice Batu''s performance. When you are surrounded by three machetes, it is not easy to observe things outside the war. After dodging the sword stabbing at his cheek, Lothar''s expression did not change. He returned to the days when he led soldiers to fight everywhere. The only difference is that compared with that time, he became more skilled and more accurate in grasping the situation. The sharp breaking sound was an attack on his waist. Lothar had at least three ways to defuse the attack, but he chose the fourth out of three."Bang." The muffled sound and slight body shaking proved that the machete had hit the target, which satisfied the silent man with the sword. However, when he wanted to continue to expand the battle results, he found that his sword could not be pulled out. "Hum!" Cold hum was the last sound he heard before he fainted. The count''s heavy fist hit the opponent''s cheek without mercy. His fist with iron armour directly made the opponent lose the ability to continue fighting. As for the wound in the waist? Without the blessing of horsepower, the light machete can''t cut through the chain armour inside the clothes just by chopping.
That''s why Lothar still looks so fearless after being surrounded. The Ranger''s machete is not the best choice for infantry. Moreover, without the mount, the herdsmen''s unfamiliar step in walking combat was exposed. Although they had more bulky weapons in their hands, Lothar could still swim with excellent pace among the enemy, as long as the two enemies with heavy weapons that could ignore the protection of his chain armor did not join in.
"Hum!" The evil wind brought by the mace made people jump backward instinctively, but even so, Lothar had to block the opponent''s hammer with the wide and thick part of his Tomahawk, which made his right hand numb for a short time. Of course, the count believed that he could still win, but he was not fighting alone.
"Batu!" The call for help was not answered, and Batu was obviously in trouble of his own, but fortunately, they were not the only people who had just watched the massacre on the hillside. As the silent man with a mace grinned at Lothar, a dark figure sprang out of the grass under him. Before the former could react, he had climbed up his chest. Then, a fine stab sword pierced his throat. It wasn''t until blood gushed from the hole in the back of his neck that the rest of the world realized his death.
"Monster!" One of the five, who was not silent, began to shout, pointing to the vigorous shadow that leaped from the dead man''s shoulder. It''s a cat, a cat in clothes. However, before they rushed to kill the monster, the figure of KAILAS had disappeared in the grass again. Obviously, this was not the first time that cat goblins had fought with humans on the grassland. He knows how to use his strengths and how to keep his enemies from catching his weaknesses.
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