There is no need to save horsepower when retreating, especially when one is trying to escape for life, so Ossius took the lead in galloping, and his men also whipped the horses with all their might, wishing that the horses would grow wings.

It's only been a few months? Salt Marsh Town has become like this? Osius was filled with annoyance and anger. The current Salt Marsh Town was no longer the back garden he used to go in and out as he pleased. It was basically a slaughterhouse prepared for his Fox and Wolf bandit gang. This huge contrast made Osius feel like a young wife who was stripped naked and allowed to be ravaged by others.

I will come again! I will come again! Wooleglindos! I will burn your Salt Marsh Town and cut you into pieces! Osius roared in his heart.

At the same time, the east gate of Yanma Town was opened, and dozens of riders rushed out immediately. Who else could be the leader but Wu Lai? After running for only five miles, Wu Lai saw the rear guard of the Fox and Wolf Bandits from a distance. Of course, the guys who were ordered to guard the rear also saw the pursuers. Seeing that there were not many pursuers, they turned their horses around and launched a counterattack against Wu Lai and others.

"Stop!" Wulele Ma raised his arm, "Everyone get ready!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of Seneca slave guards rode their horses to a position ten steps in front of Wu Lai and formed two rows. They sheathed their swords almost at the same time and took off the one-handed shields beside the saddle at the same time. From their coordinated movements, it can be seen that Vulture has already taught Marlon and others all the guard formations developed by Wu Lai.

Malone did not rush to the front row, but rode his horse behind Wu Lai, turned his horse's head, and faced the archers with his back to Wu Lai. He was protecting Wu Lai's back - in Malone's mind, since even the tribune in Salt Marsh Town could be an insider, there might be one hidden among the archers.

As the sounds of bowstrings rang out, the Fox-Wolf Bandits were getting closer and closer...

"Ready at thirty degrees!" Wu Lai raised his right arm, his eyes fixed on the bandit cavalry running towards him - the training level of the archers in Salt Marsh Town had not yet reached Wu Lai's expectations, especially in the area of ​​distance finding. Coupled with their rookie combat experience, Wu Lai dared not let them have a "gorgeous collision" with the bandits who obviously had much richer combat experience. Naturally, he could only choose this semi-covered suppressive projectile.

Fortunately, the archers had already mastered the concepts of elevation and degree of projectiles, and the Fox Wolf Bandits underestimated the enemy in this attack, so they brought very few bows and arrows. In addition, the weather was hot, and most of the bandits only wore thin leather armor with weak protective capabilities. Therefore, Wu Lai did not think that the effect of projectiles would be much worse than direct shooting.

Two hundred steps...

One hundred and eighty steps...

One hundred and sixty steps...

One hundred and forty steps...

"Shoot!" Wu Lai swung his hand down fiercely...

Amid the sound of the strings that almost merged into one, "Swish, swish, swish" - dozens of gray rays quickly fell towards the bandits...

Screams of pain soon rang out, and the bandits' charge formation was immediately disrupted by the falling people and the horses jumping around...

"Twenty-five degrees!" Wu Lai raised his arm again, paused for a moment, and then swung it down fiercely, "Shoot!"

"Boom"...whoosh whoosh whoosh...

"Twenty degrees! ... Shoot!"

"Boom"...whoosh whoosh whoosh...

"Archers, retreat!" Wu Lai raised his arm for the fourth time. At this moment, the nearest bandit cavalry was already within eighty steps. If the archers did not retreat, once the bandits rushed in, the losses would be huge.

"Master, shall the guards come?" Ma Long turned around and glanced, saying urgently.

"Yes!" Wu Lai nodded and shouted, "Guards, charge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Lai swung his spear, and the butt of the spear hit the horse's buttocks. The horse leaped up and rushed out like lightning...

"Master, you..." Marlon hurriedly followed him, thinking to himself as he chased after him, "Isn't our master too aggressive?" Few of the guards could run at full speed like Wu Lai or Vulture, but this did not prevent them from killing and wounding the bandits, because the one-handed shield was a very good weapon. The thick shield surface could block, and the sharp triangular shield tip was a machete. In Seneca, they were training in addition to patrolling. They were far superior to the bandits in both strength and skills, because they not only had good food, but also good training. Most importantly, their fighting spirit and momentum far exceeded that of the bandits...

Therefore, the bandits who were lucky enough not to be knocked off their horses by the archers' volleys soon fell into a bloodbath. More than a dozen members of the escort team surrounded Wu Lai and fiercely "chucked" at the bandits...

"Quick fight, quick decision!" Wu Lai reminded loudly while swinging his spear, blocking, stabbing, piercing, chopping, and smashing...

Ma Long did not look for the enemy, because his mission was not to kill the enemy, but to protect Wu Lai. However, he was soon dazzled - he saw Wu Lai turning his wrist and arm, wielding a long spear, twisting and turning freely, coming and going as fast as an arrow, and as light and steady as a swimming dragon. When the spear was thrust out, a flower of blood would bloom where the tip of the spear landed...

How did the master make this weapon? Ma Long was a little confused. He had known for a long time that Wu Lai was very powerful, but he had never heard that Wu Lai practiced this kind of weapon. Compared with the long spear of the heavy armored lancers, the spear of Wu Lai's master was much shorter and thinner, but this not only maintained the length advantage of the long spear against the sword, but also eliminated the weakness of the lancers' thick and heavy spears...

As he watched, Ma Long suddenly had an idea - after today's fight, he must try to beg the master and try to learn this fighting skill...

In less than a cup of tea, the winner was decided. All the bandits fell off their horses, and none of them could even try to stand up. However, the escort team also paid the price of three deaths and five injuries. Among the injured, one was seriously injured and his life would be in danger if he was not treated in time.

Wu Lai's body was stained with a lot of blood, but they were all from other people. After taking a glance at the battlefield, he frowned and thought for a while, and finally couldn't bear to order to leave no one alive - although the hundred bandits behind him had all fallen to the ground, most of them were injured. At this moment, some were rolling and wailing or struggling and crawling. Those who were unable to move had eyes full of fear...

"Take all the living ones back." Wu Lai hesitated for a moment and added, "Don't let those who need treatment be deprived of medicine. Also, no abuse is allowed."

Ma Long was startled, and nodded quickly: "Yes! Master."

"Stop chasing!" Wu Lai waved his hand at the archers rushing over...

When Wu Lai led the others to escort a group of captives and horses back to the east gate of the town, warm applause and cheers rang out in the arrow tower, on the wooden bridge, and inside the city gate...

“We won!”

"Victory!" The people who were still defending were shouting and cheering...

The city gates were wide open, and Pompey and Sales walked out quickly to greet them, followed by staff from various departments.

"Lord Wu Lai, you've worked hard." Pompey was shocked when he saw Wu Lai covered in blood, but he felt relieved when he saw him get off the horse cleanly and neatly.

"I'm fine, but you two have worked hard. We just arrived at Salt Marsh Town, and the bandits have done this to us." Wu Lai threw the whip to Malone with a smile, and said to Pompeii's Sarres, "It's fortunate that Knight Sarres is here, otherwise it would be hard to say who will win."

"Lord Wu Lai rode alone to lead the enemy, which was truly courageous. Compared to you, I feel deeply ashamed." Sares said with a smile. He admired Wu Lai from the bottom of his heart.

"Let's go to the training ground, so we don't have to gather again later." Wu Lai took the statistical sheet handed over by a service staff, glanced at it, smiled slightly, and said to Pompey and Sales.

"Okay." Pompey and the other man nodded. They knew that the bandits had fled and the war had subsided. As consul, Wu Lai should go and announce the good news in person. This would reassure everyone, establish his own prestige, and increase cohesion.

"Lauren, go and inform Tribune Baker and tell him that I'm waiting for him at the training ground." Wu Lai instructed Lauren.

As soon as Lauren accepted the order, El came over with a bowl of water, his smiling face showing concern and joy: "Master, drink some water to moisten your throat."

"You're just in time." Wu Lai smiled, took the bowl of water, and patted El's head. "I didn't scare you today, did I?"

El was startled and couldn't help but lower his head and purse his lips, thinking that he was more than just scared, he was almost scared to death by you, young master.

…

When they saw Wu Lai and others walking in quickly, the nearly three thousand townspeople in the training ground began to riot, because they had been here long enough, and not only were they tired and thirsty, but the town managers who were there to maintain order also did not allow them to speak.

However, the townspeople's commotion was still very restrained - they either stood up to see what was going on, or whispered to each other. At this moment, they were not so afraid of the town managers because they knew that the town managers were very afraid of Wu Lai, and they dared not act recklessly in front of Wu Lai.

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"Quiet!" Lauren raised the loudspeaker and shouted twice, then bent down and handed the loudspeaker to Lai Wulai.

"Hello everyone! I am Archon Wulai Grindo!" Wulai said as he opened the statistics sheet. "Now, let me report a few things!"

"First, today, a bandit group of about 800 people attacked the town!"

As soon as Wu Lai finished speaking, exclamations were heard in the training ground. Although the townspeople already knew that the sudden gathering today was due to a bandit attack, they never expected that so many bandits would come. Eight hundred of them, this was truly a "highlight" in the history of banditry in Salt Marsh Town.

"Quiet!" Wu Lai frowned.

Although the quality of the townspeople's meeting was somewhat disappointing, everyone quickly quieted down after Wu Lai's reminder.

Wu Lai continued, "They came prepared. Before they arrived at the town, they attacked the quarry and captured 171 members of the quarrying team as hostages, trying to enter Salt Marsh Town without a fight..."

The townspeople cried out in surprise again. Malone, who was guarding the podium, saw Wu Lai frown and stop. He drew the sword from his waist without hesitation and pointed the tip of the sword at everyone: "Who is interrupting the adults? I will not be polite with my sword!"

Ma Long's roar was like a thunderclap, instantly spreading throughout the entire venue. It was less severe for those far away, but those who were close to him were not only startled, but their eardrums were also buzzing.

This voice is really invincible. Wu Lai smiled bitterly and thought about it. Seeing that the townspeople were quiet again, he raised the loud speaker again -

"With the full support of the Knights of Sarres in the Temple, and the cooperation of the Pompeii priests and officials and servants at all levels in this town, the militia, town officials, and civilian warriors of this town worked together to firmly guard the three city gates, preventing the enemy from advancing an inch, and waiting for an opportunity to kill and injure the bandits..."

"...According to statistics, in this battle against the bandits, a total of 314 bandits were killed and 147 were captured alive..."

"A total of 335 horses were seized, of which 156 were injured or dead. More than 270 weapons and 12 bows were also seized..."

"But our losses are not small..." Wu Lai's mood suddenly became heavy. Eleven members of the quarrying team were lost, as well as the three slave guards who had just come from Seneca to serve. They had been Wu Lai's guards since the construction of the White Stone Building. This time, they came here from thousands of miles away, but before they could drink and laugh together like before, they fell down forever.

After a slight sigh, Wu Lai raised his voice: "Three warriors sacrificed their lives for the peace of Salt Marsh Town. Eleven members of the quarrying team bravely and fearlessly faced the bandits' butcher knives. They sacrificed themselves and bought time to rescue other companions. Their names are..."

"...They are all warriors, and they deserve to be remembered by the people of Saltmarsh for generations..."

When he heard the crying from the crowd, Wu Lai sighed again and said, "Now, I announce three things!"

"First, the town invested in building a hero tower to commemorate the warriors who sacrificed their lives for Salt Marsh Town, and also to commemorate those who made special contributions to the construction and strength of Salt Marsh Town."

"Second, the captured weapons will be put into the town's armory. The intact horses will be managed by the town. All injured horses will be slaughtered. The horse hides will be put into the town's armory as materials for making armor, and the horse meat will be distributed equally per person."

"Third, the warriors who died in the quarrying team will each receive a standard pension of 200 gold coins. Their parents and brothers will receive it. If they have no family, their relatives will receive it. If they are orphans who have no relatives, I will make a decision based on the circumstances."

"I hope everyone will remember today's victory! I hope everyone will remember the warriors who sacrificed their lives for today's victory!" Wu Lai's voice echoed over the training ground...

After Wu Lai left the training ground, the townspeople were completely excited. With a team of less than 200 people, they faced 800 aggressive bandits and actually won a great victory. This was the only one in the history of Salt Marsh Town...

When he heard the cheers coming from behind him, Wu Lai showed a smile on his face, but a trace of sadness flashed through his heart.

As he was walking, Baker came up to him in a hurry, wiped his sweat and bowed, saying, "I'm sorry, Master Wu Lai, I'm in a hurry, but I just don't have ..."

"It's okay. Go and help Elite deal with the weapons and horses, and distribute the pensions as soon as possible." Wu Lai waved his hand and said, "And we have to deal with the corpses as soon as possible. Last year's plague was caused by the corpses not being handled properly. By the way, when you are done, come to my office. I have something to tell you."

"Okay, Lord Wu Lai, I will do everything you asked me to do, don't worry." Baker was relieved when he saw that Wu Lai had no intention of blaming him for being late, and he patted his chest and made a promise.

"That's good." Wu Lai had just nodded when his body suddenly swayed and he fell to the left involuntarily. Fortunately, Ma Long had been following him and quickly held him up.

"Master, are you okay?" After Ma Long supported Wu Lai, he took a quick glance and saw that Wu Lai's cheek was pale. He was suddenly shocked and asked hurriedly.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit here on my chest..." Wu Lai just raised his hand halfway, and suddenly he felt dizzy, and then his eyes went black...

"Young Master! Young Master!" Ma Long and other guards shouted urgently.

"Master Wu Lai! Master Wu Lai!" Baker, Pompey and Sarres also came up immediately...