The bandit chasing behind him shouted viciously: "Don't run away! Run and kill you again!"

The coachman turned around in panic and looked at the bandits. He accidentally fell to the ground. He was so fallen so hard that he couldn't stand up for a long time. The bandits laughed and chased him.

"Please don't!" The old car handlebar knelt on the ground and begged hard.

The bandit came over and kicked the old man hard in the stomach, causing the old man to curl up like shrimps.

However, the bandit seemed to be born without any sympathy. He stepped on the old man's chest with one foot and raised his spear with a grim smile.

The old coachman closed his eyes.

The sound of horse hooves like thunder came, and a rider rushed to the driver and the bandits in a flash. The scimitar flew, breaking the spear and the bandits' neck.

The speed of the war horse did not decrease at all and continued to run towards the stumbling field.

After the leading riders, more Dusaks swung past the headless bodies of the old coachman and the bandits with sabres.

The thunderous shout exploded in the escort, shocking everyone's heartbeat stopped.

The convoy behind the rear, a hundred meters away, also heard the roar, and the people in the stumbling field were even more dizzy and tinnitus by the sound waves.

A very handsome silver-gray war horse stood on the bank of the river. Everyone in the stumbling field saw it and the rider on its back.

"Reinforcements are here!" Pierre recognized the person, and he couldn't help but shout, "ypa!"

Dusak, who was still alive, also recognized the person, held his saber and roared: "ypa!"

"It's Lieutenant Montane!" The coachmen shouted excitedly: "The garrison is here!"

The wolf town people who were scattered in the strait finally found their backbone, their morale was greatly boosted, and the situation suddenly changed.

"Don't run away! There are not as many thieves as us! Come to me!" This time, Lieutenant Montane's voice was not as amazing as before, but it was still so loud that everyone in the siege could hear it.

As soon as they finished speaking, the people of Langzhen moved closer to the river bank, and several bandits who were still trying to chase were killed by them.

The people of Langzhen climbed up the river bank one by one, but the surprised bandits dared not chase after them.

The two sides faintly confronted each other.

Of course, the bandits holding a crossbow would not notice the head of the Wolf Town who was riding a horse. Several arrows immediately pointed at the rider of the silver-gray horse.

Few bandits can pull out hard bows. Among the bandits who ambush Wolf Town, the biggest pounds are just soft white wax bows, or just stringed branches.

The arrows flying from the river bank towards the silver-gray horse rider were soft and weak, and the man easily used his sword to push away the bow and arrow shot at him.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hahaha! That's all?" The rider of the silver-gray horse mocked the bandit archer: "Come again!"

Seeing the bravery of the garrison officers, the Wolf Town people couldn't help cheering again. Everyone began to feel that the arrows flying on the shore were not as terrifying as before.

"That's the new officer from Wolf Town, right? It's a character." The gloomy man with an oval scar on his face in the bushes stared at the silver-gray horse rider: "Get the crossbow!"

The man with an oval scar on his face was the leader of the bandits. The thin bandit beside him immediately handed over a huge steel crossbow when he heard this.

The bow is just scary, and the bandit leader knew very well that the thing he could kill was a crossbow, especially this heavy steel crossbow that required a winding device.

The bandit leader glanced carefully, but did not take the next move. He patiently waited for the opportunity.

Several soft arrows flew towards the Lang Town garrison, and the rider of the silver-gray horse pushed all the arrows away with a few light strokes.

"It's now!"

The moment the Lang Town officials were distracted, the bandit leader pulled down the firing pole.

The steel heavy crossbow arrows slashed across the stumbling field like meteors and flew towards the rider of the silver-gray horse.

"What?" The bandit leader couldn't believe his eyes.

The crossbow arrow, which was determined to win, drew an arc in the air and turned a small turn around the target.

...

Lieutenant Montane used acupuncture to sarcastically: "The crossbow is a good crossbow, but a person is not a good person. Your shooting technique is really bad."

The sarcastic words spread to everyone's ears, and the people in Wolf Town echoed and cheered again.

"It's there!" The lieutenant pointed at the direction of the crossbow arrow with his saber: "Kill all the crossbows on the shore first!"

Even in Paratu, Winters Montagne never abandoned spell training for a day.

Just now, he completed the first actual combat of [Christian Huygens Edition] deflection technique.

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"W.M's Book of Spells"

Entry: Deflection

Difficulty: S (original version)

A-(After improvements by Christian Huygens)
Chapter completed!