Chapter 615 Love of Talents
.-Archers, sixty steps ahead, four-round volley. Ready~" The squad leader raised his right hand, which was a signal to prepare to release the arrow.
The crossbowmen, who had already cocked their arrows, looked straight ahead with sharp eyes. Unlike the archers of the past, these guys' archery skills are as superb as their equipment. During this expedition, more than half of the archers in the crossbow corps of the Paladin Guards of Burgundy were equipped with powerful crossbows with excellent lethality and accuracy, striving not to fall behind in the battle with the Lombards.
As a southern power with both strength and wealth, the equipment of the Lombard army is outstanding. From the Milanese plate armor that the princes and nobles of the great dukes were proud of, to the swords, spears, axes and hammers used by cavalry on expeditions, the weapons and armor made by the Lombards always attracted crowds of onlookers wherever they appeared.
In this expedition, Flanders, as usual, equipped the soldiers with the best weapons and armor. This has been his habit for many years. In the Longxia Territory, there was once a saying that even if a hunter with a long sword had never participated in a battlefield, he would still have a chance to cut down a soldier with a wooden spear to the ground.
Although he is proficient in riding and slashing on the battlefield, every time Flanders leads the Longxia mercenaries to the battlefield, he always distributes the best weapons and armor in the entire territory to his men. This not only increases your chances of winning, but may also save your life at critical moments.
The Lombard archers outside the camp gate watched the naked group of guys fall to the ground in mourning, bleeding and running around. The anger in their hearts a moment ago turned into wild laughter at this time. The shield bearer who was responsible for covering also lowered his guard and laughed loudly with his companions at the ruthless guys on the opposite side.
“Look, look, these Yankees are nothing more than that.” A crossbowman in the Lombard camp said to the man next to him, pointing with one finger at the Burgundian soldier on the opposite side who was hit by an arrow.
"Yes, that's right, these bastards are just weaklings who stay inside all day long." Another guy agreed, spitting a mouthful of phlegm on the ground with a fierce look on his face.
A moment ago, this Lombard soldier shot down two Burgundy soldiers with his own strength. One was hit by an arrow in the leg, and the other was shot in the sole of the foot while running. As an elite member of the crossbow team, he can gain something every time he goes into battle, and this time is no exception.
Watching the two guys who were shot roaring and rolling back and forth on the ground, the Lombard crossbowman was extremely excited. The desire for victory and the contempt for the enemy prompted him to raise his right hand again and slowly reach for the cowhide quiver slung on his waist. The feathers of the tail lightly ran across the fingertips and gently pinched the hard arrow tail. The movement was so slow that even the companions beside him didn't notice it, but they were stared at by two pairs of sharp hawk-like eyes on the opposite side. "Did you see it? That guy is mine!" "
"Oscar, how about we make a bet?"
"I said, Robin, you bastard! Last time you owed me twenty pfennigs for wine, but you didn't pay me, and this time you bet with me. What do you give me if you lose?"
"What! Will I lose to you? If I hadn't drank two less drinks last time, you could beat me?"
"Okay, man, I'll give you another chance! Tell me, how do you bet?" The guy named Oscar glanced at Robin, and then his eyes were fixed on the Lombard soldier who had already set the target.
"It's very simple. That bastard has two eyes. The old rule is that the left one belongs to you and the right one belongs to me. We have agreed that if I win, the twenty pfennigs I owe you will be written off."< br/>
"Deal, man, I'm happy to accompany you!"
"Then come on!" Robin adjusted the angle of the crossbow and aimed it at the right eye socket of the Lombard soldier.
The captain of the crossbow team issued an attack order.
The two armor-piercing heavy arrows shook their tails and flew toward the Lombard soldiers who had half-stretched their bowstrings. Their sights returned to the Lombard camp. Although the bursts of arrows caused a lot of commotion to the Burangdians, they finally relieved their hatred. But there are still some very vigilant people among the battle-hardened Lombards. But this time God was not on the side of the Lombards.·
A shout of "Lift" was drowned in the barking of the Lombard soldiers and the hammering of shields and axes. "...Shield!" A sharp arrow was nailed directly to the throat where the last growl had just come out. The arrow was inserted into the neck and passed through the nape of the neck. The bright red blood splashed on the face of the guy behind along with the arrow. The moist feeling on his face caused the soldier to touch his already greasy face. Looking at his bright red palms and his companion who fell to the ground next to him, this lucky guy suddenly woke up and was about to turn around to pick up the shield left by his companion. A sharp pain came from his right side. The sound came from the face, along the back of the nose to the left cheek...·
Puff~
The sharp arrow tore open the face, and the strong guy rolled on the ground due to the huge inertia. After a moment of panic,
Spurts of stinging pain spread all over his face, and Aihao's open mouth was filled with blood due to the pain, and the blood flowing between his teeth was like a trickle.
"Ah! My face, mine." Before he could finish his words, another arrow had already penetrated into his heart~
Then the fourth and fifth heavy armor-piercing arrows flew in, aiming directly at the Lombard soldier who had already filled the bow string again. This was the second time he drew his bow, but it was also the last time. The sound of "Raise——Shield——" a moment ago reached the ears of a few people, and he was one of them. The already fully drawn bowstring was interrupted due to sudden interference. When I aimed again at the two guys opposite who lowered their heads and whispered, when I fully drew the bowstring and prepared to loosen the string, two arrows passed through my left and right eyes one after another.
There was no cry or panic. The moment he fell to the ground, two streams of blood-red liquid splashed out. His body hit the ground hard, he vomited blood, and his legs and feet struggled and turned over and then stopped moving... -
"Beautiful!"
Ater, who was standing on the sentry tower not far from the west gate, witnessed the archery skills of the two Guards crossbowmen with his own eyes and couldn't help clapping his hands in praise. Even I can't absolutely guarantee that I can hit my opponent's eyes with one strike.
After praising him, Art turned to Ron and said, "Did you see those two guys just now? After the war is over,
I hope they have become members of the direct team of the Chinese Army."
Ron followed the direction of Art's finger and cast his eyes on the two men who had opened their bowstrings again.
"Sir, you are really discerning. These two guys are among the best in the archery skills of the Praetorian Guards' crossbow company. The one on the left is named Oscar, a native of Besançon, the eldest son of a palace knight. He has learned riding skills since he was a child. He is very skilled in swordsmanship, but he is best at crossbows. As expected, after this battle, based on his ability and military exploits, he can be named a knight."
"The one on the right," Ron pointed at Robin who hit another Lombard soldier on the shoulder with another arrow, "because of many violations of military discipline, he has not yet been able to get a position as captain of the crossbow unit. With his ability, in Dawson's central army He could be the flag captain of the crossbow company."
After Ron said that, he looked towards the Lombard camp. The two guys hiding behind the shields became the targets of Oscar and Robin just because of the gap of an arrow wide between the shields.
Matt is a man who loves talents. Looking at Oscar and Robin, who are making perfect shots, he is tempted to recruit them. I thought that if I could use the arrows of the crossbow team to shoot the "bomb" in my hand into the opponent's position, my chances of winning every battle would be greatly increased.