Chapter 389: . Weird red mist

Short javelin.
This sharp and heavy throwing weapon is extremely powerful within 20 meters. With the long-term use of these gangsters, they are basically accurate, as good as the archer's archery technique.
Even if the group of enemies rush fast, the short javelin can also be used as a short spear.
Very convenient for actual weapons.
But now, a group of people are playing short javelins.
I am afraid that the first round of javelin rain can directly reimburse dozens of people, especially as the distance gets closer and closer, the power of the short javelin can also increase, until it can be killed in one blow!
The real world is pierced into the body by such a sharp short javelin that is thicker than the thumb, which is not a joke.
Bows and arrows with relatively low power can be deadly.
Not to mention the powerful short javelin!
The scene is quiet.
Only the crackling fire of the campfire, occasionally popping out a little bit of Mars.
There was silence in the temporary camp, just like many mercenaries were sleeping, and even those who were standing guard outside were already sleepy, leaning on each other, and they were standing swaying and crooked.
The Viscount Gibran who touched them all showed a contempt look.
At this time, the place where they are located is the edge of the farmland.
There are low shrubs and a few trees as shelters, which can't be noticed for a while while the night falls.
In this observation of the grain drying field, the group of people camping is also just right, not to mention less than 300 meters apart, if they want to take the opportunity to launch an attack, they can ride on the horse and go straight to the past.
This attack is light, and equipment and the like are not the best protection.
Enough to deal with barbarians or ordinary mercenaries.
"grown ups."
Bertlem clenched the knight sword.
Looking at the tent in front, Shen Sheng said: "The specific situation can't be seen, maybe the group of barbarians has fallen asleep, after all, this is Avilsburg, they naively think it is safe."
The Viscount Gibran was hesitant, and said slightly: "It seems to be."
But he did not give an order to attack.
Instead, look closely ahead.
The other three knights, seeing their teachers being so cautious, also looked at each other and temporarily chose to sleep, but in their hearts, they always felt something was wrong.
Or...yes!
That's right.
It's just fear.
They were outside the village and swept through the campsite where the bonfire was at its peak, but they felt wrong.
Although I saw those who were lazy in iron-clad leather armor, it was like a real mercenary. I was lazy and rested here for the night, and I still couldn't be relieved.
It was too easy, and the group's vigilance was too lax.
As a lord here.
Viscount Gibran does not think that the security in Avilesburg will be so good that it does not require much vigilance!
Especially when he looked into the depths of the temporary camp, a wave of dreads poured out in the depths of his soul, with a timid mentality, as he breathed, the soul was trembling.
"This feeling…"
Viscount Gibran was breathless.
But the spirit of his whole person became more and more exuberant: "It's really strange that this feeling was once the fear that I felt in despair during the battle with the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom ten years ago!"
He was as excited as a mighty lion who refused to accept the old age!
"Kill in!"
Viscount Gibran had bloodshot eyes.
A tyrannical emotion instantly appeared in his eyes, and at the same time a red awn appeared in his eyes. Even with the breath, the whole person's momentum became tyrannical, fanatic, and even strange!
"kill!"
The three students beside him responded instantly.
A fascinating red awn suddenly appeared in the eyes of the three of them, echoing the eyes of the Viscount Gibran in front, and even the momentum seemed to condense together and become one.
Including the rear Burren Lime and the knightly servants, they pulled out their long swords and turned their horses.
The raid is about to begin!
The sound was slightly noisy, and instantly turned into a crashing sound like a flood.
"Boom Boom Boom--"
Horseshoes burst.
Very clear in this silent night.
Even in the village of Nali, which was not far away, there were cries of old people or children, especially a lot of silhouettes shaking. As the five horseback militiamen passed on letters, more militiamen also poured out.
Holding a spear, they lined up in a neatly arranged queue and pressed towards the grain drying field together.
"kill!"
Viscount Gibran charged.
A blood-red mist, mixed with a hint of rich black, diffused out of their charged body, but they could not be seen in the night, but as long as they touched this faint misty knight servant, his eyes rose Red mans.
There are also crazy, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, all negative emotions to slaughter!
"kill!"
The knight attendants shouted and shouted.
However, in the mind, there is the sanity of the past training, so that they maintain a close queue.
It was just that when they were not charging and entered the temporary camp of the grain drying field, and were still more than fifty meters away, they were still setting off their posts. The seemingly lazy sentry suddenly disappeared.
The knights' servants were puzzled, but now they can't stop.
Instead, it is in front.
In the temporary camp, a figure appeared in the tent~EbookFREE.me~ are the elite desert robbers!
Already prepared.
Directly throwing the short javelin in his hand, he threw a fierce wave at the path where these knights and servants charged.
With the strong wind of "swooshing", it was like slow motion, the knights servants charged themselves, just in time to meet the short javelin rain, followed immediately by a group of horses!
"Puff-puff-puff-"
Short javelins easily penetrate chain mail or links.
The sharp spearhead, with the throwing, and the reaction force of the cavalry charge, almost any armor and bone can not withstand the momentary power, and even the entire human body is instantly penetrated by the short javelin.
The knights and servants who lined up in the traditional tight charge queue of the Principality of the Lions fell immediately on the spot.
The front row was almost directly destroyed.
The knight servants in the back row also failed to charge because of the corpses of the comrades in front and the chaotic horses.
After a few steps to continue the assault, he could only turn the horse's head in front of the temporary camp and rush towards the side. However, as the speed of descending, those desert robbers holding short javelins, but more and more many.
And the whistling sound of throwing the short javelin was as rough as the devil's grinning.
The knights and servants suffered a fatal blow!
"spread!"
But Rolf's eyes were extremely dignified.
Looking at the path of the original charge, more than a dozen figures stood up in the heap of dead people. His eyes shrank suddenly, shouting at the elite robbers around the desert: "Retreat! Retreat!"
The status of the dozen people was extremely strange, but he knew that it was not the guy he could fight.
The so-called lion knights must be handed over to Lord Kant!
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