Pilum, this sharp and heavy throwing weapon was extremely powerful within 20 meters. After a long-term training, their accuracy was basically not inferior to archers' archery skills.
Even if the group of enemies charged quickly, the pilum could also be used as a short spear.
It was a very convenient and practical weapon.
But now, a group of people were wielding the pilum one after another.
The first wave of the pilum rain attack would probably be enough to kill dozens of people. Especially as the distance between them got closer and closer, the power of the pilum would also get stronger and stronger until it could kill them in one shot!
In the real world, it was no joke to be pierced by a sharp pilum that was thicker than a thumb.
Even a relatively weak bow and arrow could be fatal.
Let alone a powerful pilum!
The scene was quiet.
Only the bonfire crackled, occasionally sparking sparks.
The temporary camp was silent, as if many mercenaries had fallen into a deep sleep. Even those who were standing guard outside were tired. They leaned against each other and stood unsteadily.
Viscount Gibran and the others who came in from the outside showed a look of contempt.
At this moment, they were at the edge of the farmland.
There were low shrubs and a few trees as a cover, so they couldn't be noticed during the night.
In this observation field, the group of people who were camping was just right, not to mention that they were less than 300 meters away. If they wanted to take the opportunity to launch an attack, they could ride their warhorse and gallop over.
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It was enough to deal with barbarians or ordinary mercenaries.
"Lord."
Bertram held his Knight's sword tightly.
Looking at the tent in front of him, he said in a deep voice, "I can't see the specific situation. Perhaps those barbarians have fallen asleep. This is the Avilis Castle. They are too naive to think that it is very safe."
Viscount Gibran was a little hesitant. He said with a slight pause, "It seems so."
But he did not give the order to attack.
Instead, he carefully observed the area in front of him.
The other three Grand Knights also looked at each other when they saw their teacher being so cautious. They temporarily chose to lie low. However, in their hearts, they felt that something was not right.
Or rather... fear!
That's right.
They were afraid.
Outside the village, they swept past the temporary campsite where the bonfire was still burning vigorously. However, they could not help but feel that something was not right.
Although they saw those mercenaries wearing inlaid iron-scale armor and looking lazy, they could not help but feel uneasy.
It was too easy. That group of people was too lax in their vigilance.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})As the Lord of this place, Viscount Gibran was not arrogant about the strong security in Avilis Castle, he was still vigilant in defending the safety of Avilis Castle!
Especially when he looked into the depths of the temporary camp, a wave of fear surged out from the depths of his soul, bringing with it a sense of timidity. As he breathed, his soul trembled.
"This feeling..."
Viscount Gibran's breathing was rapid.
However, his entire spirit became more and more excited. "It's really strange. This feeling I once had was the fear I felt in despair during the bloody battle with the main force of the Silver Platter Kingdom ten years ago!"
He was so excited that he was like a mighty lion who refused to submit to his old age!
"Charge in!" Viscount Gibran's eyes were slightly bloodshot.
A violent emotion instantly appeared in his eyes, and at the same time, a red glow appeared in his eyes. Even as he breathed, his entire aura became violent, fanatical, and even wicked!
"Kill!" the three apprentices beside him instantly responded.
A bewitching red glow instantly appeared in the eyes of the three of them. It resonated with the eyes of Viscount Gibran in front of them. Even their auras seemed to gather together and become one.
Including Bertram and those knight attendants at the back, they all drew their longsword and got on their horses.
The surprise attack was about to begin!
The sound was a little noisy, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the sound of a flood.
"Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom --"
The sound of horses' hooves came in waves.
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Even in the nearby Nali Village, the cries of old people and children could be heard, especially the shadows of many people. As the five horse-riding militiamen went to deliver the message, more militiamen also rushed out.
They held a long lance and arranged themselves in a barely orderly formation, moving towards the grain drying field.
"Kill!" Viscount Gibran charged in front.
A blood-red mist, mixed with a hint of thick black, spread out from their charging bodies. However, it could not be seen clearly in the darkness of the night, but once knight attendants came in contact with this faint mist, their eyes would glow red.
There was also madness, bloodlust, brutality, and negative emotions that wanted to massacre everything!
"Kill!" The knight attendants shouted in full spirit.
However, in their minds, they still able to maintain their rationality because of their training in the past, which allowed them to maintain a tight formation.
However, before they charged into the temporary camp of the grain drying field and were still more than 50 meters away, the lazy sentries who were originally on sentry duty suddenly disappeared.
These knight attendants had doubts in their minds, but they couldn't stop now.
Instead, they were in front.
In the temporary camp, many figures appeared in the tent.
It was the Elite Desert Bandit!
They had long been prepared.
They threw the pilums in their hands at the charging path of these knight attendants.
With that "Whoosh" strong wind sound, as if in slow motion, those knight attendants themselves charge forward, just met the short pilum rain, followed by a burst of horse neighs!
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft."
The pilums easily pierced the mail armor.
The sharp spearhead, together with the throwing and the charging speed of the cavalries, their bodies were penetrated by the pilum, almost none of the armors and bones could withstand the power.
Forty to fifty knights and knight attendants, who were arranged in the traditional tight charging formation of the Dukedom of Leo, fell off their horses immediately!
The front row was almost directly destroyed.
The knights and knight attendants in the back row also failed to charge because of the corpses of their comrades in front and the chaotic situation.
They continued to charge in a scattered manner for a few steps, but they could only turn their horses around in front of the temporary camp and charge to the side. However, as their speed decreased, more Desert Bandits with pilum were coming over.
The whistling sound of the flying pilums in the air sounded was as scary as the devil's grin.
The knight attendants had suffered a fatal blow!
"Spread out!"
However, Rolf's eyes were unusually solemn.
Looking at the path of the initial charge, more than a dozen figures stood up shakily among the dead. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted at the surrounding Elite Desert Bandit, "Retreat! Retreat!"
The status of those dozen figures was extremely strange, but he knew that they were the enemies he could not fight against.
He had to hand them over to Lord Kant's so-called Lion Knights to deal with those guys!
