Chapter 288

"Concentrate on shooting the enemy in front!"

The bowstring buzzed, and more than 60 feather arrows and crossbows shot out quickly, like locusts shooting at the figure closest to the front. I saw the enemy tossing and turning, skillfully avoiding most of the arrows, but he was still hit by several crossbows and arrows, but he continued to rush forward as if nothing had happened, and his companions behind him rushed to the front.

"I shot him! How can he run?" Quinn shouted in horror.

"Keep shooting! Don't stop!" Moore didn't want to explain. He roared and shot as hard as he could, as if to pour out his despair. Only a knight can wear armor and run at the speed of a galloping horse.

A man next to Roy suddenly fell on the platform with three black feather arrows in his face, one of which penetrated into his left eye and straight into his brain. The fatal wound made him hum without a sound, and he was killed on the spot. Roy was so scared that his legs softened and fell behind the fence. Through the gap, he found that the enemy had rushed within 70 meters. They held a hard bow and shot while running. They shot fast and accurately. They screamed repeatedly on the platform. Many people fell down with arrows, died or injured. The strong bow and crossbow on their side did not threaten them at all.

More than 60 young militiamen are condescending, but they are overwhelmed by the enemy below!

"Stand up and fight back!" Captain Moore beat the people who were huddled behind the fence with his spear. Under his power, the militia stood up again to meet a wave of casualties.

"Need a military Heavy Crossbow! I'll go to the arrow tower, take the Heavy Crossbow and cover me!" Captain ned leaned over and touched the stairs of the arrow tower. He climbed up, but only half of it. Several long arrows roared to him and pierced the lock armor and round shield. The brave captain let out a scream and fell down.

"Longbow marksman!" Captain Moore looked miserable. He finally knew who had killed his colleagues on the arrow tower. Roy didn't hear captain Moore's cry. Quinn fell beside him and a black feather arrow hit him in the chest. Quinn's mouth kept bleeding. Roy was at a loss. At this time, the beard climbed over. He looked at it and shouted, "this guy has hurt his lung. He's blocked by leather armor. The wound is not deep. He can't die! If you don't turn him over, he'll choke with blood."

"What? What?" Roy held the arrow in fear, trying to pull it out but not daring to pull it out. "Waste!" The beard scolded and dragged Quinn to the edge of the platform with his face down and his chest hanging out.

Roy just wanted to say thank you. A dark figure jumped over the fence and landed on the platform. His head was wrapped in a black helmet, wearing black leather boots, black leather pants, black hard leather armor, and a shining black ring armor, with two feather arrows on it, a hard bow hanging behind him, and two crescent sickles in his hand. He was like a black demon in the night. Roy lay on the platform and saw the metal barb at the front of the black leather boots. I'm afraid that's why he climbed the iron and wood fence, but this outfit weighs at least hundreds of pounds. How did he jump over the ditch and climb up?

"Disarm and surrender, don't kill!" The black demon shouted coldly. Beard responded with a roar. He swung his axe and threw it. He was majestic and brave! Then he jumped off the 11 meter high platform without hesitation. Roy was stunned.

The high-speed rotating Tomahawk failed to hit the black demon, but gave captain Moore a chance to take a shot. He took advantage of the gap between the enemy and the Tomahawk and stabbed out with his spear. Captain Moore's assassination action was refined and clean. The short spear seemed to have life in his hand and turned into a poisonous snake to kiss the opponent's throat. The dark shadow flashed, the sharp sickle hook like a razor cut half of Captain Moore's neck, and the blood sprayed out of the terrible wound to form a miserable blood mist. Moore knelt softly on the platform. The black demon had rushed into the crowd behind him, ruthlessly harvesting life and wailing.

"Those who surrender don't kill!" "Those who surrender don't kill!" "Those who surrender don't kill!" More black demons turned on the platform, and where they passed was a bloody rain. The militia finally collapsed. They threw down their weapons and fled in all directions. Some jumped off the platform directly, others shivered on the board, and Roy was one of them.

Less than half an hour, the South fence fell! Captain Moore's head hung on his shoulder at a strange angle. His blood had run out, but he couldn't wait for the support of his colleagues.

The battle on the platform stopped, and the black demons jumped into the camp one by one. Under the witness of the moonlight, the battle in the camp was in full swing. The roar and scream of men, the collision of weapons and armor, the kiss of swords and flesh, the cry of women and children, the cry of hounds, and the laughter of dead birds all made Roy unable to breathe, so that his mind was blank. He left the platform in a daze and wandered around the camp like a headless fly.

The camp was a one-sided massacre. The black demons jumped vertically and horizontally among the huts. The sharp arrows they shot seemed to have eyes. The sickles and hooks in their hands were full of blood. They reaped life one by one coldly and ruthlessly, but kept their promise not to kill. Roy saw that the black devil ignored the unarmed women and children, and those who knelt down and surrendered could save their lives. However, some extremely cunning guys put down their spears. After the black demon walked over, they quietly picked up the spear and stabbed the black demon on the back, but these are in vain. The black demon is faster than the wind and more flexible than the mountain ape. Just one turn will kill the sneaker. Of course, the black devil was not invincible. A militia captain shot over a black devil with a heavy crossbow, and more than 20 militia rushed up and cut him into meat and mud. The dead birds circled and sang on the killing ground. Several black demons rushed out of the shadow, slaughtered the cheering militia, and then fled into the shadow, leaving only the remains of the ground, and the blood of the dead converged into a black pool of blood. This cruel scene made Roy shout. He stumbled into a shed and kept shaking and crying.

"Be quiet if you don't want to die!" A familiar and joking voice came from the corner.

"Who?" Roy jumped up like a frightened rabbit, and a face full of curly whiskers appeared in the moonlight at the window and retracted into the dark corner.

"Beard, is that you?!" Roy wiped his tears. For the first time, he found that this hateful face would be so kind.

"Isn't that me?" Beard mocked in the dark, "Coward Roy, don't look like a ghost."

"You!" Roy said dully, "you're no better. I thought you were a warrior. I didn't expect you to be a deserter!"

"Warriors?! ha ha, the warriors have long died..." beard laughed at himself, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

Roy was silent for a moment, stood up and said, "thank you for helping Quinn. I don't know how he is?"

"Although I just met, I'm a comrade in arms after all. I only do what I can." The beard said, "that guy will not die if he lies down honestly. If you want to save him, you will only take your own life."

Roy took back his hand and hesitated, "I'm a little worried that those black demons kill without blinking."

"Black devil? Really you. I think it should be called dead bird or black crow. Of course, they won't like the name because they are all Knights!"

"Knight? How is that possible?" Roy said in shock.

"Well, to be exact, it's a trainee Knight!"

"How can noble knights slaughter civilians? Are they not afraid of the punishment of the Supreme Lord?" Roy shook his head and unknowingly took a step back.

"Civilians? Hey hey..." the beard sneered. "You'll know whether they killed civilians in a while."

There was a sudden fire outside the window. Roy stared at the burning building and murmured, "they set fire to the three storey wooden tower where the camp leader lives."

"You think it's a wooden tower?" Beard went to the window and spit on the ground, "bah! That's the beacon tower!" Just then, a group of well-dressed cavalry surrounded the two leaders and ran north. Their scales glittered in the light of the fire.

"See, the camp leaders wear the scales of trainee Knights! They are not civilians." The beard touched his chin and sighed, "the Dodo people ran away, the black crow won, and the official Knight will come in soon. Pity those fools and die in vain!"

"Knights don't kill civilians. If civilians take up arms against knights, they are not civilians. They are bandits, soldiers and fools! Black crows know this. They want us to lay down our arms, so I let them go. The trainee Knights of Dodo also know this. If you just go out, black crows won't kill you, but the leader of the camp will ask you to gather at the stronghold gate and arm you Be fools. Then they run away and let you fools die! "

Roy was stunned for a long time and said weakly, "aren't you a soldier? How can you be a fool?"

Bearded sneered: "when soldiers, they have to work hard! They work hard for land, status, wealth and women! We only work hard to live. If the jackals break the camp, I will work hard. If the Knights break the camp, I'm just changing my club. The people who work hard are not fools. What is it?"

"Damn the camp leader! He ran away and let us die!" Roy said angrily.

"Ha ha, don't worry." The beard laughed and said, "the black crow is surrounded by three and lacks one. Dodo people have to work hard outside to escape back! I think it's good to be able to run half."

Roy took a bad breath, looked out of the window and exclaimed, "these are knights? What a prestige." The beard squeezed over and stared at the boss, "my supreme lord, there are too many Knights!"

Outside the window, more than 20 tall and burly soldiers were chasing towards the north. Their whole bodies were wrapped in fine iron armor. They carried war hammers and long knives like steel monsters. Their heavy footsteps seemed to step on Roy's heart. He couldn't help feeling that the earth trembled. The beard swallowed his mouth and said, "I... I take back what I just said. None of the dodos can run away!"