The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 361 Guerrilla Warfare (4)

"Kill!" Okanli shouted, then released the bowstring.

"Pfft!" After a sparse rain of arrows, only two people fell off the chariot.

"Save your arrows!" Okan's eyes were bloodshot! It wasn't that their shots were inaccurate, but that the enemy had sent out professionals as their vanguard to hunt them down. The two people they had just killed were just ordinary warriors, while the professionals had easily blocked their arrows.

"Damn it! We can't even scratch him, Captain!" roared a light cavalryman in their ranks. He had fired five arrows at a second-tier warrior, and every single one missed! The guy even shattered a flying arrow in front of him with a disdainful look, which really dampened their morale.

"Find a way to shoot down their ordinary soldiers!" Okan said helplessly. After all, they had tried their best. They had already lured these people away several times, and the other side had figured out their strength. After the initial chaos, the commander of this chariot warriors quickly found their weakness. So the professionals, as the main force, began to pursue them. Instantly, the number of casualties in this chariot warriors was reduced sharply. So far, their casualties were no more than a hundred. As for the professionals, the number of dead or wounded was no more than ten, and most of them were injured. Only two or three unlucky guys were killed by Okan's "sneak attack" and hit in vital areas.

"Those people are too cunning! Their ordinary soldiers don't even show their faces! Those professionals are all carrying big shields now!" Someone took a quick look.

"Clang, clang~" As the four riders scratched an itch through their boots, the chariot soldiers seemed to realize that these people had run out of tricks, and they quickened their pace.

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"Is this all the cavalrymen have to do? I thought you were going to cause a huge uproar!" The general of the vanguard of the chariots sneered disdainfully, making no mention of his "glorious" record of almost suffering a hundred casualties at the hands of four men.

"Let that professional charioteer convoy go after them! Retreat! We can't afford to linger any longer!" The charioteer's commander was unaware that the Kingdom of Lagrang already knew of their invasion. He thought that holding off these four cavalrymen would prevent them from relaying messages, little did he know that Lagrang's scout cavalry consisted of five riders each...

Now this guy finally realized that he shouldn't waste time with these petty thieves anymore. The key was to get to the target area as soon as possible. He needed to prepare for the main army's surprise attack on the next town so that the follow-up troops could have a place to stay.

"Woo-woo!" The person beside him quickly blew the retreat horn, leaving only ten chariots and twenty professionals to continue the pursuit of Okan and his group.

"Damn it! They split up! Damn it!" Okan's eyes widened. He had been praying that the opposing commander was brain-dead and wouldn't notice this, trying to prove that the tankers hadn't realized it when they were initially provoked and their anger was rising. But now their general had caught on.

"Let's go hold them off!" A hot-blooded light cavalryman was about to turn around.

“Come back! It’s no use! They won’t stop because of our harassment…” Okan said dejectedly. Once the opposing commander calmed down, his wish to drag their entire army away was no longer possible…

It turns out they should now think about how to get away from these professionals.

"Whoosh!" Okan, who was bringing up the rear of the column, suddenly turned to the side as if sensing something. A sharp javelin whistled past his body and slammed into the ground. The trembling javelin made Okan swallow hard.

"Damn it! Speed ​​up! They're coming up!" Okan roared. These chariot warriors, knowing that the cavalry couldn't kill them at a distance of two hundred meters, immediately pressed forward, advancing more than fifty meters in an instant. Now their javelins could reach Okan and his men.

"Damn it!" the cavalrymen cursed under their breath, tightening their ribs and increasing their speed.

Damn it, if they don't hurry, they'll be pierced through the heart by those javelins and spears. The rain of spears had already cast a shadow over Okan and his men. "Damn it! They actually dare to pick them up?" Okan turned his head and saw a chariot soldier reaching out to grab a spear stuck in the ground.

"Die!" Okan drew his longbow to its fullest extent and fired an arrow.

The chariot warrior who had half his body exposed from under his shield was a first-tier apprentice warrior. The protective battle aura covering his body did not stop the armor-piercing triangular arrows that shot out. After the arrowheads pierced his body, they spun and twisted. The chariot warrior's face twisted in pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before rolling off the chariot.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Three teeth-grinding sounds of blades piercing flesh rang out. It turned out that the chariot commander was about to reach out to help the warrior who had fallen off the chariot, but he lowered his shield. How could the cavalrymen let this opportunity slip by? The arrows that had been nocked long ago were quickly drawn, and they turned around! Draw the bow! Release the arrow! All in one smooth motion!
"Nine more!" Okan said with a ferocious expression. Since they couldn't stop those tankers, they would slaughter the entire group. Even if they were wiped out, it would be a fulfillment of their mission.

"Launch!" Okan gritted his teeth as he watched the tanks closing in.

Although the volley fire was unlikely to harm the civilian soldiers behind him, Okan was not aiming for lethality, but rather to use the rain of arrows to create distance between them.

A barrage of arrows rained down on their heads. Okan and the others mechanically straightened up, drew their bows, and released a massive, continuous volley of arrows...

“We’ve created some distance between us…” Okan breathed a sigh of relief. If they had fired any more, their hands would have been ruined. He raised his hand, looked at his already bloodied fingers, gritted his teeth, and tore a strip of cloth from the lining of his hand to bandage it. He looked up and saw that everyone was doing the same thing…

"Hahaha!" They looked at each other and laughed. Normal archers would start to cramp their arm muscles after drawing the bow fifty times, but the four of them drew the bow at least a hundred times on average... and the price was their hands, which were covered in blood and gore.

"It's getting dark soon..." A hopeful look appeared on Okan's face.

"Hang them up...we'll deal with them tonight!" Okan ordered everyone to increase the distance between themselves and the enemy again, by at least 500 meters. They needed to find a way to let their warhorses rest; the Shire horses, which had been running for half a day, were already panting heavily.

"Pfft!" Okan looked back and laughed. The rune warhorses were in even worse shape, foaming at the mouth. If they kept running, they would probably be defecating and urinating.

“They stopped!” Okan laughed.

"Hehe! They still couldn't outrun us!" Everyone else laughed.

"Alright, that guy carried two people in one cart on one horse! That's impressive!" Okan showed admiration. Rune Warhorse! Its stamina is truly legendary!

“Let’s take a break! Let’s run away! We’ll deal with them tonight!” Okan grinned sinisterly.

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