Although Francis was good at riding, he was still not as good as the mercenaries who relied on fighting for a living. Therefore, he gradually fell behind the team. However, he was not in a hurry. Sally was getting closer and closer. In another minute or two, she would definitely be caught.
Francis smiled slightly, as if he could already see the scene of Sally being cut into pieces by swords and knives.
"Tsk tsk, you chose this path yourself …"
He thought for a moment and shouted to the scattered mercenaries in front of him, "I'll give 100 gold coins to the first person who catches her!"
These words were like a curse, causing the mercenaries to yell and charge forward. They spurred their horses forward as if they were in a race, fighting to be the first to catch Sally. This caused the already disorganized formation to become even more disorganized.
"Don't you dare compete with me!"
The leading mercenary shouted excitedly. He was the best horseman among them, so he waved his scimitar and rushed to the front. He watched Sally and Martin disappear at the end of the bend in the forest path. He immediately tilted his body to the left, trying to balance the center, so that the warhorse could rush through the bend at the fastest speed …
"Where do you think you're going —"
When he shouted this sentence, it was rather imposing. However, as his warhorse turned the corner, the "domineering" aura instantly disappeared without a trace like a deflated balloon. His subsequent words were stuck in his throat like a duck that had its neck stepped on.
He clearly remembered that the targets he was chasing were an unarmed nun and a coachman who didn't even wear leather armor. But … how did three rows of fully armed knights suddenly appear in front of him?
This isn't a f * cking dream right?
Where was the nun? Where was the coachman?
The mercenaries' brains seemed to have crashed. They continued to run forward with their eyes wide open. However, the cavalry in the distance did not give them any time to react. Without any nonsense, the leading knight raised his hand and made a few strange gestures. Then, he simply made a "downward" movement … Then, the 29 cavalrymen suddenly began to move forward!
The moment they began to gallop, the momentum that was like a volcanic eruption immediately made the mercenaries who had turned the bend shiver!
For an ordinary cavalry troop, when the commanding officer shouted "Charge" or "Move out", the knights basically began to accelerate in a disorderly manner. Then, after charging for hundreds of meters, they could form a similar formation to increase their lethality. However, the troop in front of them had exerted all their strength from the moment they set off. In less than 20 meters, they had completely formed a neat charging formation. When they were 50 meters away, they had maintained their formation and entered into a state of full speed!
This was almost impossible in the mercenaries' eyes. Even if they thought that they had been through hundreds of battles, it would be difficult for them to charge in such a uniform pace!
Compared to them, their "charging" was simply as childish and ridiculous as children's games.
When Francis, who was at the back of the team, turned around the corner and looked forward with a proud smile, he almost fell off his horse because of the scene in front of him.
"What … what the hell is going on?!"
Francis clenched his wand tightly. Of course, he would not be naive enough to think that there just happened to be a team practicing their formation. His heart instantly turned cold. He could not figure out where Sally found such a group of cavalry. Judging from their momentum and the quality of their horses, he knew that they were not ordinary mercenaries. It was not a matter of whether they had the money to hire them, but it was a matter of whether they could find them or not!
Francis did not even have a few seconds to think. He only froze for a few seconds before he shouted in panic, "Face the enemy! Face the enemy! "
The mercenaries who were originally scared out of their wits finally regained their senses. One by one, they looked to the front and pulled out their weapons. In a hurry, they rushed towards the group of cavalry and began to charge head-on.
And the result of such a battle was already determined from the beginning.
Mercenaries who were used to fighting on foot for a long time would definitely not be able to immediately become qualified cavalry after riding on a horse. Not to mention the compatibility with the warhorse, just the combat skills on horseback were far from being mastered in a day or two. Francis himself was only good at riding, but he knew absolutely nothing about cavalry combat, not to mention "formation" and "charging skills". None of the mercenaries were originally cavalry, so after hastily assembling a broken formation, they could only rely on their ferociousness to charge forward.
But unfortunately, on the battlefield, "victory" was definitely not obtained by relying on "ferociousness".
When Sodelor took the lead and charged into the group of mercenaries, that fierce and imposing aura was simply too much for the mercenaries to bear!
"Swoosh!" The long sword slashed across, and with an unparalleled momentum, a mercenary's head was directly sent flying. Blood splattered, and before the head fell to the ground, Ruger's sword had already slashed across the chest of the second mercenary, causing that person to fall directly from his horse.
Then, after the violent collision between the two sides, the sound of weapons clashing almost resounded through the forest. Screams instantly spread, but were quickly drowned out by the sound of hooves.
From another point of view, the battle seemed to be evenly matched, with 29 people on one side and 24 on the other. But when they really collided, the huge gap was instantly highlighted. In just one charge, not a single one of the 29 scouts fell off their horses. Just like that, they "flattened" the group of mercenaries, leaving no chance for the group of mercenaries!
The contact between the two parties lasted no more than ten seconds. When the two parties separated due to the inertia of the charging horses, the number of the scouts did not change, but the mercenaries were completely "crushed". All that was left was a large area of warhorses without riders, and only seven people were still sitting on the saddles!
Blood dripped from the long sword. Sodelor glanced left and right. The scouts led by Carter and Ruger had already adjusted their formation in five or six seconds. Some people were injured, but they still maintained their combat power. He raised his hand and gave the command for the second charge, and the entire team immediately began to turn around in the narrow jungle road.
During this process, none of the soldiers made a sound. They all held their swords and carried out the command.
This scene sent chills down the spines of the surviving mercenaries. In this era where communication was basically based on roaring, if a team could reach such a level of tacit understanding and strength without using words, then the word 'battle-hardened elite soldiers' wouldn't be enough to describe their valiance.
Seeing this, the mercenaries who had been slaughtered lost all their courage to continue fighting. Since Francis had disappeared without a trace, they had lost their backbone, so they simply threw away their weapons and chose to surrender.
At the same time, Sally, who had witnessed all this from afar, was completely shocked. She could not even say a word.
Were these the same scouts who helped to evacuate the Fenkes Village?
Sally's memory had never been bad. She remembered Captain Sodelor, who was charging at the front, and Carter, who liked to talk loudly. She also remembered the rest of the faces, so she was sure that she had not mistaken them for someone else.
But … when did the scouts from the border village become so strong?
Sally even suspected that her memory was messed up. Was it a few years ago when they escaped from the Fenkes Village?
It had only been a few months since they last saw each other, and this group of scouts had become a group of killing machines that emitted valiant auras from all over their bodies.
Anyone could see that these soldiers were definitely not just "strong". Their eyes, movements, and fearlessness all showed that they were tough veterans who had survived many wars. Although many of their faces were still very young, their fierceness and fierceness were definitely not something that could be faked.
All the questions in her mind pointed to Roddy. Sally stared blankly at the scene in front of her. It was not until the mercenaries in the distance collectively surrendered that she remembered to check what happened to Francis.
Martin was also scared out of his wits, but he knew what Sally was thinking. He immediately rushed to the battlefield and checked the captives guarded by the scouts. He reported a piece of news that made Sally frown. "Francis has escaped!"
"Team one, follow me to chase after him. The rest of you, clean up the battlefield!"
Sodelor ordered from afar. As soon as he finished speaking, eight people immediately rushed over on horseback and stood in formation. Their movements were neat and uniform.
They did not set off immediately after they gathered, because they needed to confirm the direction of the pursuit. However, in the eyes of an expert tracker like Sodelor, the traces of Francis's escape were too obvious.
"There are horse tracks here. Someone in their team turned into the forest from here. Team one, get ready —"
"Captain Sodelor!" Sally, who had rushed over on horseback, interrupted him. She actually had a lot of questions to ask, but thinking that this was all part of Roddy's plan, she finally chose not to interfere. She just said bluntly, "The guy who escaped is an Elementalist. He's very strong …"
This kind of reminder was very obvious. Sodelor naturally knew who he was referring to, but he didn't explain anything. He just took a few steps into the forest by the side of the road, pointed at the traces on the ground, and said in a low voice, "It's true that one of the mercenaries left the team, but it's clear that the guy behind him chased after him."
"The one who followed him … is Roddy?!"
Sally's eyes widened. Roddy actually went after Francis?
Sodelor did not deny it. He just nodded, indicating that he would leave the rest to them. Then he turned around and got on his horse, ready to follow the traces. However, Sally did not plan to stay here. Whenever she thought of her brother's title of "Elementalist" and the potions and scrolls he always carried, Sally could not be at ease with Roddy.
Roddy's strength lay in sneak attacks, but when it came to a one-on-one battle with an advanced "Elementalist", especially when the opponent carried a lot of magic tools, the pressure he faced was far greater than when he faced the orcs.
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