The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Be careful! Suppress the sound!" Okan pressed his body, carried his sword, shield and bow and quietly walked towards the camp of the chariot people.

"Tsk! These people are elites! A small force of eighteen people can actually run a temporary camp so well!" A light cavalryman sighed. As scouts, they can tell the reality of a camp at a glance.

"Hard bones! Not easy to chew!" Another person also set the tone.

"No matter how hard it is, you have to bite it! Either we die here today, or they die here today!" The last light cavalry reluctantly took out his bow and arrow.

"You can still draw your bow?" A light cavalryman looked at Okan and another man with an unbearable expression.

"They have sentries... We can't touch him without shooting him!" Okan said bitterly, even if firing the bow will cause the flesh to break, so what? They are soldiers, killing machines, not women before flowers and under the moon.

The camp in front of us was a typical chariot camp. Ten chariots and ten war horses were surrounded by a ring. The chariot residents huddled inside and rested. Judging from the firelight, at least three bonfires were lit inside, and there was something in the air. The faint smell of barbecue means that these people have had a good meal and gone to bed...

"Two sentries!" A cavalryman walked around in a circle and quietly came back.

"Just two people keeping vigil? Looking down on us?" Okan was stunned.

"Okay, captain, what are you looking down on... One-ninth of the manpower is enough for night duty. They probably didn't expect that we would attack at night." One person shook his head and laughed.

"That's right! I'm going to take you to be bold today!" Okan said with high spirits, his voice low but unable to conceal the excitement.

"Farewell! A corps commander is still a general!" Several other people teased with a wink. After all, according to the convention, if you want to call yourself a general, you must at least be a centurion, and you must be an actual centurion. If you continue Having a noble status would be even more perfect.

"Go, go! Are you not allowed to think about it?" Okan waved his hand.

"Okay! Get ready to work!" Okan looked at the sky and the smile on his face faded.

At this time, the moon is hanging high in the night sky, and the bright moonlight shines on the earth, covering it with a layer of silver.

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"Group of two! Shoot the sentry!" Okan looked at the two "kowtow bugs" sitting in the car and waved his hand coldly.

"Creak~" The sound of the bow string made people's teeth ache in the silent night. Everyone drew the bow string with flushed faces without fear of pain.

"Buzz!"

The arrow falls from the sky! The two dozing sentries immediately fell onto the chariot, and the four men stepped forward quickly. They pulled out their one-handed swords and climbed onto the chariot with their iron shields. They grabbed a handful of soil and pressed it on the wounds of the two corpses. superior.

They were lucky. They successfully touched it. The chariot people who consumed a lot of energy during the day lost their due vigilance when resting at night. Together with the irresponsible sentries, this allowed Okan and the others to take advantage of them. The most important thing is that they have lost their sensitivity to the smell of blood! When the soil covered the bloodstains, even the people most likely to wake up fell asleep again.

"Yeah!" Several people looked at each other and quietly climbed out of the chariot.

Okan took off the water bag from his waist and distributed it to everyone. Everyone quickly doused the fire, and the cold was immediately felt, but this was also good. The firelight would not expose Okan and others who came in, only the bright ones. The moonlight exudes endless murderous intent!

"Pfft!" The sound of a sharp blade cutting the throat sounded. After a burst of hehehe, Okan put down his hand covering the chariot civilian soldier. During the day, their helpless professionals were like men under the cover of night. The lamb to be slaughtered was left to Okan and his team to wave their butcher knives.

Okan simply buried the blood stains with soil, and soon gave up this action. The smell of blood from the four people whose throats were cut was already wafting in the air.

"Tsk!" Okan had to speed up and wiped the neck of a professional again according to the position in his memory. The professional whose neck was cut was not dead immediately. He suddenly opened his eyes and wanted to scream, but the cut The windpipe and the big hand covering his mouth made it impossible for him to make even a sound... In desperation, he planned to use his fighting spirit to explode himself, whether it was to warn others or to die together. But his weak body and increasingly heavy head made it impossible for him to even detonate his fighting spirit.

"What a risk!" Okan said to himself. Fortunately, they had rehearsed their plans in advance, otherwise something would really go wrong.

He put down the body of the chariot civilian soldier who had not yet cooled down, and continued to touch the next person...

This night is destined to be a bloody night, and professionals who lose their vigilance can be easily massacred by ordinary soldiers! The massacre continues at this moment...

"Pfft!" Okan skillfully covered the man's mouth and pressed his wrist. Warm blood immediately spattered out. After the person in his hand stopped struggling, Okan slowly put it down.

"The fifth one!" Okan thought.

"Boom!" The battle energy flames soaring into the sky suddenly erupted, and the blue battle energy flames shock wave swept directly across.

Okan clearly saw a light cavalry under his command being torn apart in the battle energy flames!

"No!" Okan growled desperately.

"You deserve to die!" A cold voice came, and a young woman walked out of the broken tent. She was wearing a leather armor with totems painted on her body, and she was holding a scimitar in her hand. Her chest was shaking violently with anger, and a wound in her lower abdomen stretched almost from left to right and was bleeding outward! What did she see! The camp that was fine not long ago was now littered with corpses, and there was no one alive except her.

"What's going on!" Okan held up his shield and stood shoulder to shoulder with the remaining two people.

"Tsk! Karojeski alerted this bitch when he was about to kill her!" said a cavalryman.

"Level 3! We can't beat him! We have to run!" Okan said calmly.

"No! She killed one of our men! She was also injured! We have to kill her to avenge our brothers!" a cavalryman roared angrily.

"How dare you? Ants!" The female warrior waved her scimitar, and a blade suddenly slashed towards her.

"Run!" Okan kicked his comrade away and rolled around. The three of them narrowly avoided the killing move.

After the blow, the remaining two people also woke up. It's true that they wanted to avenge their comrades, but they didn't want to risk their lives.

"Get on your horse! Shoot her!" one of them roared filial piety.

If an injured third-level warrior is really kited by three cavalry who are proficient in riding and shooting, there is really no reason to survive, unless she can use burst skills to kill them instantly.

"Boom!" The woman had already chased her out. She wrapped her fist with fighting spirit and smashed the chariot frame on the horse's back. Then she got on the horse and simply covered it with styptic powder on the horse's back. After being wounded, he chased the three people.