Carry a Ride-and-slash System with You

Bandit camp.

The snow has already covered the earth, and the wooden observation deck seems to be unable to bear the weight of the light snowflakes, and the cold wind swept through the crunch.

The two gangsters in charge of guarding on the observation deck were not lightly frightened. At this height, even if they didn't fall to death, don't think about it. One of the gangsters took a sip of wine and said to his companion.

"Hiccup~ Shall we go down first? There's no need to be vigilant in this cold weather anyway."

"That's not good..." The companion replied hesitantly.

"It's just like you. We've been here for three or four years, and nothing happened in any winter."

The gangster who was drinking complained with dissatisfaction, but also put out his mind.

"Just stare, stare, I really want to go down and gamble with them. That guy Haas must have won a lot. He's really brainless." The gangster who was drinking murmured something.

The two bandits continued to patrol the watchtower.

In a hidden place, Geralt climbed a tree and scanned the entire camp with his binoculars. He frowned at the guarded bandits on the watchtower, put away the binoculars, and said to the three commanders beside him, "The camp. There are no dark posts around, but there are two guards in the watchtower, and their large troops should be warming up in the house, tell me what you think."

"What else do we need to do? Let's rush up together and tear them apart." A Nord royal guard shouted.

After listening to his words, another guard nodded in approval.

Vicia's sharpshooter frowned and said to Geralt, "Sir, should I kill the two guarded gangsters first? I calculated that there is enough shooting angle."

The idea coincided with Geralt's, so he nodded.

Geralt ordered: "Then move quickly, the infantry regiment is ready! When the archer's arrow is off the string, you can charge! Take down the log city wall and open the gate as quickly as possible!"

"The shooter team obeys the order. Once the infantry team opens the door, they will quickly find the shooting angle and stare at every gangster who comes out of the room!"

The soldiers nodded without making a sound.

Vicia's marksman and a few elite marksmen climbed the treetops.

Two Nord royal guards are ready to go with infantry soldiers.

"Swish swish..." The sound of several arrows leaving the strings just sounded.

The infantry rushed out of their hiding places as if racing with arrows, and went straight to the gate of the camp.

"What?" A gangster saw a group of people rushing towards him. Just as he was about to issue a warning, a jet-black arrow pierced his neck. The gangster struggled in pain and fell on the watchtower without making a sound. .

The shooters took down the two guarded gangsters and went straight to the gate of the camp. Geralt and Marr were also on their way to charge the infantry.

When they came under the gate of the camp, the two warriors set up a personal ladder and sent a Nord royal guard into the wall. Every so often, the gate was opened by the Nord royal guard from the inside.

The creaking sound of the wooden city gate opening was indeed a bit loud, and the bandits who were gambling inside the house also heard it. They didn't care much, maybe it was blown open by the wind. After all, the guards outside did not sound the alarm, but for the sake of safety , the bandit leader still arranged a few people to investigate the situation.

"Continue, just now, I won and took the money."

The warm fire in the house sprinkled on the gangsters, and one of the gangsters who won the money shouted and asked everyone to give the money.

The gangsters who were arranged to investigate the situation reluctantly got up and opened the door just to go out.

"Whoosh whoosh..." a few times, and the arrows pierced through the ground.

A gust of cold wind blew on the bandits. It was very cold...

"Volley!"

Rain of arrows, javelins, and throwing axes all shot into the house. The bandit leader responded quickly and shouted, "Enemy attack! Take weapons!"

The other gangsters took up their weapons one after another, using the dead bodies of their companions as shields and rushing out the door.

The bandits in the other rooms were also awakened by a salvo, grabbed their weapons and rushed out the door.

Vicia's marksman and several archers climbed to the watchtower, commanding arrows one by one to harvest the bandits who rushed out of the house, and the rest of the archers also found suitable shooting angles to harvest their lives.

The camp built on the terrain has only one exit. The chance of survival is in front, and the bandits have no reason to retreat. They bravely attack Geralt and the soldiers. I have to say that the chaotic northern bandits are not Geralt. Those lambs they have faced in the past, who have been fighting and looting for a long time, are not weak at all.

The archers of the bandits also shot arrows at the soldiers, but the soldiers were really well equipped. As long as the three armors were protecting their heads, these arrow feathers would not hurt the soldiers at all.

"Kill!" Geralt raised his arms, picked up a long sword and a shield and killed the bandits. Marr followed closely, his eyes glowing red, and he clenched the axe in his hand.

The soldiers of the infantry regiment threw the javelin throwing axe, drew their blades and followed behind Geralt, guarding his safety, the two Nord royal guards broke away from the battle, the long axes in their hands were like hot knives cutting butter. The bandit in front cut him into two sections, splattered blood, and laughed wantonly, like an LSP who entered the country of the daughter, slashing all the living things in front of him frantically.

He used his shield to block a sword that was slashing over. Geralt was about to fight back, but Marr, who was beside him, had already rushed out. An axe slammed into the head of the gangster who was slashing at Geralt. His head exploded like a watermelon, biting the blood on Geralt's face.

Marr seemed to have found the same fun as the Nord royal guards, and rushed into the crowd to chop melons and vegetables.

Seeing everyone fighting together, Geralt was a little confused, "I am the most useless co-author here???"

"Impossible~www.wuxiahere.com~ Throwing away distractions, Geralt also rushed into the crowd.

The gangsters were slashed with one knife after another. The blood had soaked Geralt's hands, and the greasy feeling made him a little unsteady on the handle of the knife.

The three-layer armor on the body is very useful. As long as the shield is used to protect the head, the gangsters have no way to use Geralt's weapons. Even if the knife tip pierces the outermost thick leather jacket, it will be blocked by the inner chain armor. The innermost cotton lining absorbs the impact very well, and there is no feeling at all.

The sound of fighting in the camp gradually weakened, and there were not many gangsters alive. They threw down their weapons and tried to surrender, but before receiving Geralt's order, the soldiers' slaughtering knives would not stop, slowly. Yes, there was no other sound in the camp except the high-pitched voices of the soldiers.

"Clean up the battlefield and find the undead men!"

Geralt gave an order, took out the wound medicine, bandaged the wounds of the unfortunate ones, and washed the blood stains with clean water.

Disinfecting them with distilled alcohol, Geralt bandaged their wounds. The wounds of these unlucky **** were almost all on the forearms, which also reminded Geralt that his body's defense was sufficient. Well, maybe make some gauntlets.

The speed of cleaning the battlefield is very fast. The weapons and blades are piled together, the armor and other armor on the corpse are taken off and piled together, and then the corpses are piled up in sequence, and the battlefield is considered to be cleaned.

"It's being repaired here today, check if there are still bandits in hiding, and find out where their supplies are stored!"

Geralt continued to give orders, and the soldiers shouted in unison.

"Follow your orders! Your lord!"