Ride and Cut

As a wilderness tyrant, the bears are definitely not weak. They have both strength and blood, and they are born with the capital to rely on violence to make a living.

The most common Ursa warriors can easily knock down three or five heavily armed Pompeii soldiers with bare hands, and it won't be a big problem to gather together to resist the charge of war horses.

It's a pity that their opponents are stronger-strength, equipment, martial arts, backup, and fighting spirit. If they are a little ahead in everything, the accumulation will be an insurmountable gap.

What's more, the opponents they are facing now are not only the Alpine Fort, but also the dwarves in front of them.

Fighting on both sides is always a big taboo for military strategists, and it will greatly damage the determination and courage of soldiers. There may be art of war in this world that everyone can ignore the rules and form their own school, but it is obviously not the bears in front of us.

Gunther and several high-ranking barbarian giant ax warriors with double axes followed Richard, forming the sharpest assault blade.

Under the premise of sufficient strength, being relatively thin has become an advantage. It's hard for those door-like bear fighters to be agile enough to keep up with their movements.

Li Cha bent down to pick up a tomahawk, swung his arms and threw it towards the crowd in front of him.

The distance between the face and the face has no possibility of missing, and the throwing ax, which is as powerful as a bed crossbow, disappears into the crowd in an instant.

The sharp blade rolled, blood spattered, and the screams of dying sounded one after another.

"Follow me!" Gunther immediately took the lead and charged in the direction of the throwing axe, and the other party launched a counterattack not to be outdone.

Both sides are trying to attack and push their own fronts towards the opponent, and they are trying their best to physically destroy the enemy. As a result, the Alpine Fortress keeps advancing while the Bearmen retreat one after another.

Many bear warriors have already discovered that the resistance ability of these barbarians in iron armor and blessed with stone skin is too exaggerated, and the one who suffers from their confrontation is actually themselves.

If the suzerains still have a little bit of resistance, then the bunny-headed people following behind are really bad luck. These vassal fighters are weaker than the fat pork facing the meat grinder.

The savages didn't even attack them specifically, just a casual swing was enough to crush the rabbit's slender bones.

Li Cha was advancing step by step, leaving countless fresh minced meat and stumps behind him, and the hot blood even made the ground under his feet muddy.

Facing the barbarian bear fighters is just a disadvantage, but facing the lord of the mountain castle is simply being slaughtered. Their simple heads couldn't understand, where did this little dwarf get so much strength!

Rough and loud shouts began to be heard among the bear warriors, and they began to shrink and retreat slowly along with the shouts.

At any rate, it is considered a powerful party, and it will not collapse because of this setback.

It's just that the addition of the new force made them understand that they could no longer achieve their goals, and they were unwilling to waste precious tribal warriors in meaningless battles.

Before the bear man left, he left a lot of rabbit-headed men behind, and these rabbit masters didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup they had been poured into, but they actually rushed up loyally and used their lives to delay the enemy's pursuit.

Li Cha brandished the huge sword, and let go of the bunny-headed man who turned over half a circle, watching the iron-tower-like bear-man gradually go away in the night.

Although they had suffered a great loss, they still maintained their composure and morale. When they retreated, they even deliberately took away a few corpses of their own race. They were not a defeated army that would be easily slaughtered.

"Don't chase." The lord stopped the barbarian who was eager to try.

The temptation to advance through the system allows the Alpine Fort fighters to maintain high morale for a long time, and they are very proactive. The side effect is that they are sometimes too aggressive.

If the army is compared to war horses, they are obviously the most violent kind. The difficulty of driving is not how to start, but how to stop.

"Li Cha." Annie trotted and led the centaur and shaman over, but she didn't allow her to say a word.

In the dark night in the distance, there was a sudden loud ghost cry, followed by the bear man's unique deep roar, and the sound of iron objects colliding quickly followed.

Everyone in the Alpine Fort looked at each other. Although the distance was too far to see what happened clearly, but hearing this movement, the fool also knew that the bear was ambushed on the way to retreat.

Li Cha raised his hand and thrust the giant sword into the ground. The soil under his feet became soft due to soaking in blood, and half of the blade didn't go in at once.

Now he finally realized how chaotic the melee can be—while the bearmen were preparing to attack the dwarf tribe, there were actually some people who were looking at them with the idea of ​​praying mantises to catch cicadas.

"Annie." Li Cha waved at the bewildered half-elf, "I'll go and see if I can talk to those short dudes first."

The dwarves are at the center of the storm of this brawl, and they are on the alert. Even if the Alpine Fort actually helped them defeat a powerful enemy, the dwarf guards did not intend to relax their vigilance in the slightest.

Looking in through the gap in the wall, you can see patches of silver light shining, which is the reflection of the dwarf infantry armor. They guarded with shields, silent as blocks of stone.

The dwarves knew well that an enemy's enemy was not necessarily a friend, but another flock of vultures.

"You all stay where you are." Li Cha reached out and pointed at the barbarians, centaurs and several shamans.

"Boss, it's too dangerous for you alone." Gunther tried to follow with an ax on his shoulder.

"No need."

The lord picked up an oak-wrapped iron mountain shield left by the bearman to cover his body, and walked towards the gap in the wall step by step under the eyes of the dwarves and the high mountain fort guards.

As the distance approached, he could see two wooden archery towers behind the wall. Judging from the vague outlines, they should be bed crossbows.

Li Cha really didn't expect the dwarves to have this thing, holding up the mountain shield to hide it more tightly.

Annie and the two of them were bored on the road before, and shared a lot of information, from the prediction of the strength of the wilderness tribe to how to make boiled eggs perfect, but it did not include the bed crossbow in the dwarf tribe.

There's no need for Annie to hide anything about this kind of thing, nine out of ten she really doesn't know.

And this kind of large-scale war equipment is definitely not something that can be produced in a short period of time, let alone a small tribe, even Pompeii.

Li Cha smacked his lips. Although the dwarves are considered as a race that is very honest to their friends in the folk, they are often portrayed as heartless people who can't hide things in their stomachs, but in fact, those who think they are heartless are really heartless.

The bed crossbow in front of him is the ironclad evidence—it is a secret that should be kept, even the closest allies should not try to find out half of it.

Perhaps it was the gesture of breaking into the dragon's gate alone that had won a little foundation of trust. The dwarf warrior didn't go directly to the bed to greet him with a crossbow, but quietly waited for him to measure the distance of several hundred yards with his legs.

"Stop! Tell me why you're here, human being." With the last 20 yards or so left, they finally couldn't tolerate outsiders approaching any longer.

Perhaps the dwarves originally had a tradition of hospitality, but recent experiences have forced them to learn to be harsh and cautious.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Li Cha inexplicably feels that this voice seems to be pretending to be rough, a bit like a child learning how to speak from an adult.