The Wales region is part of the British Islands and is close to the Irish Sea. Therefore, the climate is humid. In addition, it just rained lightly last night, so the roads are muddy. In this case, the marching speed will naturally not be too fast. The too humid air and the faint mist also make people dislike it.

"What a good time to attack." Early in the morning, she got up and headed towards the north as before. Sherwood's sharpshooters, who were scouts to detect the enemy situation, sighed like this. She was more vigilant than usual.

"Everyone, be careful and ask each team to get closer, so that things can be taken care of." Just as he walked less than two miles away, the camp behind him disappeared into the fog. General Norman Longbow, the world-famous archer Robin Hood, said so seriously to his companions around him.

Five Hundred Sherwood Sharpshooters. These people are Robin Hood's old brothers. They are also the strongest longbowman troops in the Norman Empire. In both public and private, Robin Hood doesn't want them to have something wrong.

The elite scouts of the Norman Empire were covered with dark green silk cloaks, exquisite chain armor, and silver scimitars with gems inlaid scabbards on their waists. On the other side were quivering quiveres with twelve arrows. These soldiers were agile and could walk freely without making any sound on the muddy roads and on the roads covered with dead branches and leaves.

However, something a little distressing is that the mist makes their well-maintained eyes useless. The rain just fell, and the hounds they were holding could not smell the smell. The Sherwood Shooters were in a state of high tension, and everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully. If there was a slight movement, an arrow would be shot out.

However, so far, only a few hares and pheasants have been shot to death. Such achievements are not worth showing off.

"Walk another five miles. Walk another five miles, and then stop." Robin Hood was a little regretful. He shouldn't be so arrogant. In such weather, he still had to take the troops out for investigation. How nice it would be to stay in the camp honestly.

"But there is no turbulence at all. In other words, we are not in danger yet... temporary." Robin Hood said this again, comforting himself.

At this moment, Robin Hood, the sharpshooter who is known as the Norman Empire and even the world's number one, would never have imagined that he was next to his scout unit. On a towering tree less than a hundred meters, a pair of blood-red eyes clearly saw the situation of their scout unit, a total of fifty people, through the mist.

"What an elite. Compared with ordinary elf rangers, it is not bad. And it is probably stronger in equipment. It is worthy of being the most powerful empire in the world." At that time, the elf ranger exclaimed secretly, and was about to turn around and return to inform the information. However, the moment he turned around - Robin Hood, a hundred meters away, moved his ears, turned around and took a bow and arrow, and then loosened the bowstring. The long bow with three bowstrings was superimposed on it, and with a "buzz" sound, the feather arrow with barbs was shot out.

"How could it be?! How did he find me?!" Looking at the arrow in his chest - the powerful arrow that came out of his back and shot through his whole body. The elf ranger was so surprised that he almost forgot the pain, and then his eyes went dark and fell from the top of a tree that was more than ten meters high.

"Let's go." A hundred meters away, Robin Hood took back his longbow and said to the Sherwood sharpshooters around him. Then he walked in the front and walked towards the direction where the arrow shot. When he was about to approach the big tree, everyone felt a faint smell of blood. When they got closer, they saw the corpse of the elf ranger who had fallen into a disastrous form...

"It's indeed the enemy. It's the general that you just shot to death."

Although the corpse was a little disgusting, the sharpshooters had been fighting for many years and had seen it a lot. Someone immediately ran over, squatted down to look at the corpse, and then picked up the arrow shaft with the name of Robin Hood engraved with the slightly bent and deformed arrow.

"Warning. The enemy is likely to be nearby." As soon as Robin Hood finished speaking, he heard a thunderous sound of a bowstring that was like a thunderbolt! Then, before everyone could react, he heard a scream. The Sherwood sharpshooter on the outermost side of the team was shot in the cheek and fell to the ground! The Sherwood sharpshooter next to him raised his long bow without saying a word.

However, before an arrow was shot, there were two thunderous bows, and the four arrows were first and then, completely blocking the two sharpshooters' escape route! "It's over!" The two Sherwood sharpshooters were in a state of silence at the time. In the face of the absolute strength gap, they could not even resist and could only wait for death!

However, just as the two of them were waiting to die, they were facing each other, but two arrows shot over! They shot two of the arrows flying towards Sherwood's sharpshooter. Then they were hit by force and deviated from the track, sweeping the other two arrows behind them off the track. Then they heard a few muffled sounds, and the six arrows were buried one after another, and none of them caused damage to Sherwood's sharpshooter.

"I met an opponent!" Opposite was the elf leader who was preparing to go back to his hometown to get married after the war! The tall elf ranger looked at the arch technique he was proud of was cracked in disbelief, and he used the same bow technique as he thought. He couldn't help but sighed secretly: "The brother died before. I'm afraid that the arrow was also shot by that man-"

The thoughts turned sharply, and the elf ranger glanced over at a glance-the number of the other party was about fifty, which was equivalent to the number of one party. The brave one won the narrow road, and he did it.

"Strike! Kill these humans!" The leader of the elf ranger shouted. Then, a rain of arrows shot out from the surrounding woods and grass. Fortunately, the Norman Sherwood sharpshooters were prepared. When Robin Hood was playing with the enemy commander just now, they had already found a cover and shrank their bodies behind the trees. In addition, a layer of silk cloak and a layer of exquisite chain armor on their bodies could be involved. Therefore, there were not many casualties. Only three Sherwood sharpshooters were hit in the head and died on the spot.

The Elf Ranger's bow and arrow also exposed his position. Sherwood's sharpshooter was also a leader of all battles. He reacted at that time and also responded to the bow and arrow. The two sides went back and forth. The battle started...

Both sides are extremely elite archers and experts in mountain battles. The elves attacked and took a little advantage. But they were quickly tied by Sherwood's sharpshooter. At the same time, the Sherwood's sharpshooter shot into the sky with a slight arrow, and the other nine teams around rushed towards here quickly. At that time, the elves will suffer a loss.

"Fight quickly!" The Ranger leader gave the order, and then jumped out of the grass. Almost at the same time, Robin Hood shot an arrow, the shaft of the arrow was sank into the soil, and his tail feathers trembled slightly, almost shooting him through. The Elf Ranger leader was not a fuel-efficient lamp. While running serpentine and dodging the arrows, he continued to order: "Assault, disrupt them, fight them one-on-one with them."

This is what the leader of the elf ranger can see. Compared with the individual quality, the other party is slightly inferior to the one with the elf ranger. However, compared with the cooperation of the military formation, the elf ranger is not as strong as the other party. Therefore, the other party should be separated and the small troops should be used to fight against the small troops. This way, the elf ranger's individual advantages can be maximized.

In this way, the Elf Ranger and Sherwood Slasher were both the most elite and first-class scattered archers. They were also very close in power comparison. It was a good battle. Some of the Elf Rangers climbed onto the trees, while others hid in the grass. At this moment, the ambush failed to start attacking. The arrow rain weaving was a three-dimensional shooting of three-dimensional upper, middle and lower routes. The Sherwood Slasher used five people as a team to concentrate firepower to ensure that the enemy could be killed with one blow. The bows and arrows of both sides shot each other. While shooting, they rushed forward. Soon they rushed to a piece, the Elf drew their swords, and the humans drew their swords. They fought together like this...

The leader of the Elf Ranger and Robin Hood met. Both sides ran and chased, and the bowstrings crackled and arrows flew. At this moment, the difference was different - the Elven Ranger's shooting technique was comparable to that of the Robin Hood. However, he took advantage of the bow. Robin Hood's special longbow had three bowstrings, which guaranteed lethality and increased range, but dragged down the shooting speed. The leader of the Elf Ranger could shoot three arrows, but Robin Hood could only shoot two arrows. In this way, Robin Hood was gradually suppressed by the Elf Ranger's leader.

"This is not possible..." Robin Hood complained secretly. The arrow just now brushed his waist and shot it, shattering a layer of chain armor, and wiped off a layer of oily skin. If he shot it right, his life would be gone. Looking around, the elf ranger and the human Sherwood snatcher were fooling the victory or defeat, slashing swords and stabbing the bows and arrows, and fighting each other. There was no way to see the victory or defeat for a while. If he failed and died in the hands of the elf, this balance would probably be broken at that time. None of these fifty Sherwood snatchers could survive.

"Fight!" Robin Hood gritted his teeth and shook his body. However, he deliberately slowed down by two points and dodged the other party's arrow again, but the quiver on his waist was shot out all of a sudden. Then he deliberately pretended to be surprised, and as soon as his body stopped, it was a flaw.

The elf ranger on the opposite side took advantage of the situation and shot three arrows directly. Two of them were dodged by Robin Hood, and the other arrow hit the target. With a "Oh!", Robin Hood took two taels of flesh and blood with his left wrist. The long bow fell to the ground, and the man was also led backwards. He fell to the ground, struggling to get up.

"Go to die!" The elf ranger watched the other party fall into a desperate situation. He was overjoyed and didn't use arrows. He held the bow in his left hand and pulled out the sword in his right hand, ran towards Robin Hood, and was about to bear him...
Chapter completed!