Except for the death of more than seventy people, Zach did not obtain any useful information. Because he could not go back to explain to Doyle, the bandits could only launch a second attack.
Just like before, as soon as the bandits entered the village, villagers ran back and forth from the end of the narrow road, shouting and throwing flying spears that were already stained with blood in their hands.
Because Xiao Xiao defeated the terrible bandit, the villagers at this time seemed much calmer than before.
Unfortunately, the effect of this attack was not satisfactory. After the first wave of flying spear attacks were dodged by the bandits, the bandits relied on the houses in the village to enter the blind spots. After tearing down several wooden doors to use as large wooden shields, , the villagers' flying spears immediately lost their effect.
Throwing axes and arrows hit villagers who could not escape, and the villagers died tragically on the spot.
The sound of horse hooves was heard from the southwest of the village, and a line of beacon smoke rose from the Gorel Mountain, and the villagers began to retreat in an orderly manner.
The bandits armed with large wooden doors and shields successfully broke through the outer circle of the village and entered the inner circle.
On the other side, the leader of the riders who led the cavalry towards the village kicked the horse's belly viciously and waved the one-handed knife in his hand, causing the horse to moan.
Walking through the dirt village road full of fallen leaves and silt, looking at a dozen spear-wielding villagers who were forced into a dead end, the leader of the riders opened his big mouth with excitement on his face.
“One pot is not good!!!”
There was a "collapse" sound, and the moment the horse's hooves stepped on it, the mud and leaves collapsed.
The horses' shrill neighing echoed through the sky.
Several pits three square meters in size and more than two meters deep in the center of many roads revealed their ferocious and bloodthirsty teeth. They opened their mouths wide and swallowed people and horses.
The sharpened wooden stake easily penetrated the bodies of the horse and the robber under the action of gravity. Just as the robbers did to the villagers of Beinuoer Village, the robber's body was also hung on the wooden stake, and he died with his eyes open.
Due to the excessive charge, more than twenty riders who followed directly filled the pit. Those who were lucky enough to fall off their horses and fly over the pit were pierced by flying wooden spears and fell to the ground, becoming motionless.
Seeing their leader die in the trap inexplicably, the riders, who had never experienced such a situation before, jumped directly after the horse was frightened, and fell all over the place, and some even hit their necks. , directly threw himself to death.
Across the horse pit, a veteran hidden in the village pulled a bow and arrow, triggered a crossbow, and fired arrows at the chaotic riders.
In just one minute, more than thirty of the eighty riders were left, and a dozen of them lost their horses.
Riders with horses had to hide behind their horses in the face of the arrows and let their horses die in front of them.
The cavalry was completely routed and morale plummeted.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
I don't know who screamed. Those with horses rode on, and those without horses let go of their lame feet and ran out with all their strength. On the way, hidden arrows were shot. In the end, only three riders ran out of the village.
The three of them joined together and fled directly to the west on horseback, escaping from the bandit group.
At the same time as the cavalry collapsed, more than a hundred bandits in formation were also blocked by the sudden appearance of a horse trap, losing a few unlucky wooden door shield bearers with fast feet, and the team began to hesitate.
Zach was in the middle of the team, staring blankly at the terrifying horse trap in front of the team. His face gradually turned pale, and the neighing of the horses had disappeared.
In the peripheral vision, there seemed to be a figure flickering on the roof.
"Cavalry, our cavalry is finished...the roof, what's on the roof. No! We have to retreat quickly, the rear team becomes the front team! Retreat quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of iron spears fell from the sky, directly penetrated the gaps in the wooden door, and nailed several wooden door shields in front to the ground.
After losing the cover of the wooden door, the second wave was overwhelming wooden flying spears. Zach watched in despair as his companions around him fell one by one. A Noxian wearing leather armor ran out of the house holding a sophisticated sword. He went out and killed his injured companion who fell to the ground.
Rows of Noxians armed with wooden spears suddenly appeared at the rear of the team, attacking the bandits who had dispersed from a distance, blocking everyone's retreat.
"It's over..."
A sharp arrow pierced Zach's left eye and penetrated deep into it.
The flying dreadlocks were finally covered by the soil, a cold light flashed, and the head was separated. Margaret picked up the dirty and smelly head and trotted to Lester.
"Sir, I will chop off his head."
"Well done, let's pass it on. Remember to shave off his ugly braids so that his face can be exposed, so that no one can recognize him."
"yes!"
Looking at the blood-soaked village road, Lester's voice sounded a little regretful.
"It's a pity that I don't have any use for the Juma piles... Let's dismantle them and prepare to tie the prisoners with ropes."
Ultraman bent down with a look of admiration.
"Yes, Lord Leicester."
…
After hearing what the deserter in front of him said, Doyle's face looked extremely ugly.
There are so many people, it’s gone.
Looking up at Nuo'er Village, which had fallen into calm again, Doyle seemed to see an overwhelming net coming towards him, and he could only wait to be killed.
"Boss, let's go in and avenge Brother Zach!"
The big head on the side was wiping endless tears, making Doyle even more upset.
"retreat."
"What? Boss! How do we..."
"I said fucking retreat! Do you understand if you don't listen!!!"
With a slap on Big Head's face, Doyle's anger dissipated a bit, but his face was still gloomy, but his tone was a bit softer.
"Bighead, no, Bighead,
We have a terrible enemy, you know? A terrible enemy!
A terrible enemy that killed most of us with just the help of villagers, the old, the weak, the sick, and the sick, wooden spear? Do you know why he used wooden spears so much? Because he has no fucking weapons! His army doesn't have enough fucking weapons! Using wooden spears and villagers, they killed three hundred of my men, as well as my cavalry!
If such an enemy has a real Noxian army, it will not defend the village, but will take the initiative to kill us all, you know? Just like you massacre the villagers, he will chop off your head and string it on a stake! It's like killing a stupid pig that only groans in a pig pen! understand! ? "
The big head covering his face stared blankly at his boss Dao Er, whose face was full of fear and madness, and his body couldn't help but feel a little chilly.
He had never seen his boss look like this, never.
He was not very smart and finally understood how terrible it was for the person he had never met to make his boss look like this.
"Well, boss, the young captives in Nuoer Village..."
"Kill them all!"
After taking a deep breath and calming down his unconscious trembling body, Doyle's voice regained some of its previous calmness.
"Kill them all, chop off their heads, and place them facing the village. We lose people but we cannot lose the formation. If you kill them, run away."
"But what if you, boss, anger the other party by doing this and make the other party remember the boss and cause trouble for you in the future?"
Looking at the big-headed Bighead with a serious look on his face, Doyle was stunned. For a long time, Doyle felt the cold atmosphere around him and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Let him go! Let him go! Let the villagers give that man a message. Tell him that my band of decapitated bandits will never set foot in Noxus' territory again, let alone be his enemy."
The more than 50 strong young captives with scarred bodies looked blankly at the robbers who kept talking to them. After speaking quickly, the robbers turned around and fled, with the buzzing in their ears still echoing. The words of the robbers just now were clearly weak.
"We, survived? Who is 'him' who allowed us to survive?"
