Chapter 395: Jatu
Under the threat of force from the two Sarion Knights’ squires, the villagers had no choice but to accept the call. The 50 peasants were drafted and left the village like prisoners. If they were lucky, they would have a chance to return home once the war was over.
Zhang Yang took his knife and long wooden stick. The Sarleon knights who led the team did not care about these details. They just stayed in front and behind the team to prevent deserters.
It is said that the equipment and weapons of the recruits can only be distributed in the town of Payne, at which time they will all be transferred to Sarion recruits, which will be another route for upgrading the troops, more advanced than the farmer's route.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but look forward to it.
The road was difficult to travel on. Payne Town was located in the southwest of Marions City, about 100 miles away, and only 15 miles away from Hadley Village where Zhang Yang was.
He had heard all this during this period, because the place most often visited by the farmers in Hadley Village was the town of Payne. At least half of the farmers in the village were tenants and serfs of Baron Charles, and the town of Payne was the location of Baron Charles' fiefdom.
Therefore, even at the moment of the outbreak of the war, the clerk still had the courage to lead only two Sarion knights to recruit new soldiers. On the one hand, this was the territory and base camp of Baron Charles. On the other hand, compared to the front line of the war with the Dashar people, the town of Payne was really in the rear and a safe zone.
After all, the Kingdom of Sarion is thousands of miles deep, and the Dashar people don’t have four legs - well, they seem to have six legs.
When thinking about this question, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a chill on his back. The Daxia people were natural plunderers, just like the Mongolian cavalry, coming and going like the wind.
Before I could finish my thought, a burst of intense horse hoof sounds came from a distance. There were not many, but they were scary.
"Gather together, quickly!"
"Prepare to fight, it's the Jatu!"
The shouts of the Sarion knight's squire in front were like the screams of a broken goose, mixed with the cry of the clerk.
All the newly recruited soldiers are in a state of panic. How can we form a battle formation? How can we do it? Can I get married?
Behind the sparse woods in the distance, more than a dozen cavalrymen have appeared. They are like fish swimming in the deep sea, rising and falling on the horse's back, light and fluttering with the galloping of their war horses. This superb riding skill allows their war horses to gallop at an extremely fast speed.
"Four Jatu Lancers, six Jatu Nomads, and two Jatu Raiders. I'll get them all!"
At this time, the names and numbers of the enemies automatically appeared in Zhang Yang's eyes. This was a benefit given to him by the Wanderer system. As long as the enemy entered the clear field of vision, specific data could be given.
"I'm sure we can't beat him, but maybe we can hide in the half-man-high bushes out in the wild, if my cousin Xueji's talent is still there."
Zhang Yang thought quickly, observing the Jatu people's offensive intentions while observing his only two Sarion knights' escorts. It was really helpless to say, why did the Jatu people come instead of the enemy in the rear of the war?
"Joseph, rush over, you must rush over!"
The knight squire at the back rushed forward and shouted to the knight squire in front who seemed to be in a state of disarray, "We must pass the message to the Baron. As for these new recruits, they should be able to delay us for a while. They can't escape."
"What should I do? What should I do? Ron, Joseph, take me with you, please!"
The clerk shouted in despair.
But the two Sarion knights' squires ignored them completely, and each took out their lances and charged towards the Jatu people who were less than 600 meters away.
Their choice was undoubtedly correct, because in Zhang Yang's vision, the Jatu Lancers had a riding skill level of 7 and their warhorses were fast, so how could they possibly escape? At this time, the four Jatu Lancers on the opposite side also raised their lances and rushed over, while the six Jatu attackers spread out from both wings, each taking off their bows and arrows, ready to harass at any time. After all, it was difficult to hit the target while the horses were moving at such a fast speed.
At this time, Zhang Yang naturally also fled desperately in the direction they came from with the other recruits. The only difference was that he did not panic. He paid attention to the surrounding environment while observing the battle situation behind him.
Soon, he pretended to fall, threw himself into the grass, and rolled into a small ditch only half a meter deep, which was a trace left by the flood upstream.
Zhang Yang immediately crouched down and ran wildly downstream along the ditch. After about a few dozen meters, as the terrain gradually became lower, the depth of the ditch indeed increased.
Zhang Yang was overjoyed. This was common sense. On the ground, even if there was only a small slope, as long as the rainstorm was severe enough and the water flow formed was large enough, a huge trench could be created on the seemingly flat ground.
There was no way he could escape from the Jatu people in this battle, nor did he think he could survive as long as he outran all his companions, so the most important thing was to find a suitable terrain to hide.
Zhang Yang didn't care about the outcome of the battle in the distance. He could already hear the sound of horse hooves coming from the side and behind him. He didn't have much time left.
In just half a minute, Zhang Yang bent down and rushed out hundreds of meters. The impact depth of the ditch here was already one meter, and pits of various arcs were formed on both sides.
But he no longer cared about that. He just lay down with his body sideways, as close as possible to the hole on the left side of the ditch, to ensure that the Jatu people would not be able to see him at a glance when they rode their horses across the ditch.
It is certain that the Jatu people will not miss such a small ditch, but since there are dozens of targets ahead, they probably won't stop to search carefully.
The next moment, it was indeed the case, and the Jatu people jumped over the ditch easily.
"One, two, three..."
Zhang Yang calculated silently in his mind. In just half a minute, a total of eight Jatu people crossed the ditch to chase, but there were still four Jatu people who did not rush over, and no sound of their horse hooves could be heard.
"It's time to take a gamble."
Zhang Yang gritted his teeth. Those fleeing recruits would not be able to run for long. If they were caught, they would be killed or captured. He could not expect the Jatu people to be satisfied and retreat directly.
“Whoosh!”
Zhang Yang jumped up and continued to sprint down the ditch. The ditch was getting deeper and deeper, almost two meters deep. But what made him despair was that the front suddenly opened up.
Why, this is unreasonable! Zhang Yang was confused.
“Tap, tap, tap!”
There was a sound of horse hooves, not very urgent, as if they were traveling by boat. Then, a Jatu nomad appeared in Zhang Yang's sight.
Spicy next door!
What bad things did I do in my previous life? Zhang Yang was extremely angry, while the Jatu nomads on the opposite side opened their mouths wide and smiled brightly.
Yes, both sides are recruits, and the Jatu Nomads are the most basic unit of the Jatu army.
The Sarleon recruit is also the most basic unit of the Sarleon Kingdom's military.
But, that bastard has a horse! Although he only wears a patched fur coat, that bastard has a knife.
Swish! The shiny scimitar was unsheathed, and the opponent rode his horse skillfully.
The two sides were less than 40 meters apart.
Zhang Yang turned around and ran away cowardly, not back, but towards the slope on the side of the ditch. However, the soil on the slope was soft, and he fell down when he had only climbed halfway. The only thing he got was two clumps of mud.
The sound of horse hooves was behind him. Zhang Yang turned around and threw two handfuls of dirt, one at the Nagatu nomad and the other at the warhorse. At the same time, he ducked to the side to avoid a side-slash. As the warhorse neighed and the Nagatu nomad cursed, he quickly stretched out his left hand, followed the direction of the stirrup, grabbed the opponent's left leg, and pulled it down suddenly! At the moment when the Nagatu nomad fell to the ground, Zhang Yang pulled out his knife and rushed at him like a hungry tiger. The knife in his hand accurately pierced the opponent's back, and at the same time let go, stepped forward to strangle the opponent's neck, and pulled it up suddenly.
“Crack!”
A few seconds later, Zhang Yang stood up panting. Fortunately, he was an experienced driver with rich combat experience, otherwise he would have really failed this time.
After killing a Jatu nomad, Zhang Yang also leveled up since the opponent started at level 10, gaining one attribute point, one skill point, and 10 weapon proficiency points.
After hesitating for a second, Zhang Yang looked towards the warhorse that was parked more than ten meters away, and instantly, a line of information appeared.
"Grassland Hunting Horse, Defense 20, Speed 40, Control 36, Charge 17, Health 130, Riding Required, Riding Skill Level 2."
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"Fuck, done!"
Zhang Yang first added a little intelligence to himself, and instantly gained an extra skill point (note: game setting). At this point he had two skill points. He found the riding skill options in the attribute column, clicked on all of them, and reached riding level 2.
However, Zhang Yang himself did not feel anything, nor did any riding knowledge come into his mind, which made him quite conflicted. But at this point he was in a dilemma and could only throw away the long wooden stick and quickly strip the Nagatu nomad naked.
To be honest, even the lowest nomad was richer than a farmer like him.
"Shhhhhhh."
Then, Zhang Yang made some sound and approached the grassland hunting horse tentatively. The moment his right hand grabbed the horse's bit unconsciously, his body seemed to be electrocuted, as if something deep in his blood was awakening.
He flipped over and jumped onto the horse's back. The feeling was even stronger. He didn't even need to think about how to control it. His body had already done it.
"drive!"
He squeezed the horse's belly, and a strong wind blew in his face. The ground flew back, and the rhythm of the horse's hooves galloped. His body responded involuntarily, as if he was riding the wind. It was so cool! After a moment, Zhang Yang pouted with disdain on his face.
I used to be a man who could fly a sword to the sky. Please don't be so cheap, okay?
(End of this chapter)
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