Now that the light cavalry dispatch crouching in the mountain was backed up by the crossbow strength, it was impossible to conquer them, unless a group of hoplites or mages or powerful bloodline warriors were mobilized on an individual attack.
"The hoplite and the mage troops move relatively slow…" After a moment of contemplation, Nanmen Xiangrong saw another beam of light flashing by the corner where two fights had taken place on the chess board.
They had come down the mountain! Nanmen Xiangrong wondered whether there was something wrong with his eyes. How could the supplies and gear dispatch take the initiative to fight back?
The light cavalry dispatch launched the counterattack automatically, whereas twenty supplies and gear soldiers kept running the mountain while turning back and releasing the crossbow. Just within a short time, several soldiers from the light cavalry dispatch were knocked onto the ground.
