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#140 - Chapter 26: Bolton's Tragedy (Part 3)

The crossbow's firing rate wasn't fast, and Tabek knew that continuing like this wouldn't work. He huddled within the shield formation and shouted to those around him, "If we stay here, we're doomed. Our only chance is to charge forward during the enemy's ranged attack intervals and engage them in close combat, to avoid this one-sided beating. March, you take half the men and charge to the left, I'll take the rest and charge to the right. After we get out of here, head straight for the docks, save as many as you can, and you must go back to notify the Lord. Did everyone understand?"

"Yes, understood."…………

The Bolton soldiers braced their shields and endured three more volleys. Those using bows and arrows were becoming exhausted, and their firing rate decreased. Tabek knew the opportunity had arrived. He roared, "Now's the time! Kill!"

"Charge!"………

"Kill!"………

"Kill! Finish them off!"………

The shield formation split apart, and the soldiers charged out, roaring. Many were shot down by the oncoming arrows, but the rest ran wildly, forgetting themselves. A Bolton soldier, shield riddled with arrows, slammed fiercely into the crowd ahead. "Bang～Bang!" The people opposite him didn't retreat at all, raising their large shields to meet him. The tall and strong Skagosi people didn't engage in this kind of brute force collision. The two sides quickly clashed, engaging in a desperate fight.

With the people below locked in melee, the people on the rooftops stopped shooting. Some, caught up in the excitement, found a suitable spot and jumped down, tackling an enemy and attacking with their weapons.

March, the veteran, was very experienced in battle. He used his heraldic shield on his left arm to protect himself well in the hail of arrows. His broadsword fiercely pierced the abdomen of an enemy coming towards him. The feeling transmitted from the body was very rough, not penetrating deeply enough to cause a fatal wound. He knew this was due to the opponent's armor's high defense, so he raised his left-hand shield and slammed it into the face of the opponent who wasn't wearing a helmet.

Before he could catch his breath, a dark shadow smashed towards him. March quickly dodged to the side. When the shadow landed, he looked closely and saw that it was half of one of his own soldiers. That's right, half. The corpse had been cut in two, and the upper body was thrown over.

March's gaze followed that direction. At this moment, Grig was wreaking havoc there. He was swinging his huge battle axe, chopping left and right. Grig's killing frequency wasn't high, but no one he targeted could escape. Even those carrying shields would be chopped in two, shield and all. Full plate armor gave him unparalleled defense. Two soldiers attacking him were creating sparks as they struck him, but he didn't care. He swung his battle axe horizontally, and the person at his feet was sent flying. The other was even more miserable, his head crushed.

March's heart trembled as he watched. He subconsciously looked to the other side, and his eyes met those of Tabek, who was also looking over. His gaze was reproachful, 'Boss, why didn't you just kill such a fierce guy back then?'

Tabek was also full of regret. If he had known this guy was so powerful, he would never have spared his life. Now that he had become his enemy, he knew how desperate he felt. Damn it! That guy is coming for me! He was scared out of his wits: "Charge! Get out!"

Grig, who was originally having a good time killing, felt their gaze, and a cruel smile appeared beneath his helmet. He changed direction and headed towards Tabek. Anyone who blocked his path was slapped away. March was miserable.﹏。He was right in Grig's path. He was anxious to rush out, but all around him were his own soldiers, and he was caught in the crowd and couldn't dodge.

Tabek's tactic was correct. Under their desperate charge, they really managed to squeeze out a path to survival.

Today, there was some fog on the sea. By the time the people on the shore noticed, the Bolton's two oared warships were not far from the shore. The regular army of Liu Yuan's legion was stationed at Deepwood Motte and Karhold. Here at King's House, there were only three hundred tribal warriors undergoing reorganization, and twenty of Liu Yuan's guards.

Grig and Nina, who were waiting for Liu Yuan's return at King's House, pulled over Earl Al Crowl, who was passing by to settle his clansmen, and the three quickly discussed the situation. At this time, it was too late to transfer troops from other places, so they could only use the existing forces at hand to deal with it. Since they didn't know how many people the Boltons had brought, they decided to focus on ambushes.

The plan was mainly divided into two parts. Grig and Al led the main force of three hundred people to ambush near the small square, and Al's son, Baler, posed as a guide to lure the Bolton soldiers over. They would attack from above and below, trying to eliminate the enemy here. They could even let some people escape appropriately, to reduce the pressure and then pursue and kill them.

Nina led dozens of elites to launch an attack at the port first. They would eliminate the remaining soldiers and control the ships, cutting off these people's retreat.

The tribal warriors' fighting will was still slightly weaker. These clansmen might be good hunters, but just a moment ago, March had encountered Grig, a human-shaped tank. It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but on the battlefield, there were people in front, behind, left, and right. There was really no way to dodge!

Grig was like a bulldozer, and everyone who stood in his way was pushed aside. If they were enemies, they were thrown out directly.

Since he couldn't dodge, March's ferocity was also aroused. He put his shield on his left arm, held his sword in both hands, lowered his body, and charged over, aiming his sword at Grig's abdomen. With his rich combat experience, he had long seen that the gaps in Grig's skirt armor were relatively large. If he had the opportunity, he could seriously injure or even kill this big guy.

At this moment, his eyes were only on the sword and the target. Just as he was getting closer and closer, a steel hand directly grasped the blade, clenching it tightly, making a "creak～creak!" sound of metal friction. Then, March found himself being lifted up, man and sword together. Another big hand landed on his shoulder. As a sharp pain came, his right shoulder was torn off.

Under the severe pain, March kept waving his left arm, and the shield above kept hitting Grig's arm, making a muffled "bang bang bang" sound on the arm armor. But Grig didn't move at all, just lifted him up and slammed him hard on the ground.

"Boom!" The people around even felt the ground shake, but March had already been slammed into a dying state. Then a steel foot stepped on him, squeezing out his last breath.

Grig looked up and saw Tabek about to escape into the alley. In a fit of rage, he picked up his fine steel battle axe and threw it hard.