Chapter 362: Chapter 30 Crossing the Field_3
“Reinforcements are here!” Pierre recognized the newcomers and couldn’t help but shout, “Hurrah!”
The surviving Dusack also recognized the newcomers and, raising his saber, roared, “Hurrah!”
“It’s Lieutenant Montaigne!” the wagon drivers excitedly shouted, “The Garrison Officer is here!”
The scattered people of Wolf Town inside the wading field finally found their backbone, and their morale surged, completely reversing the situation.
“No one runs away! The bandits are not as many as us! Come to me!” This time, Lieutenant Montaigne’s voice wasn’t as startling as before, but still resonant enough that everyone in the wading field could hear.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the people of Wolf Town flocked towards the riverbank, and a few bandits who still wanted to pursue were instead killed by their united effort.
One by one, the people of Wolf Town climbed up the riverbank, and the wary bandits dared not follow.
A standoff quietly began between the two sides.
Of course, the bandits wielding crossbows didn’t fail to notice the leader riding the dapple-gray steed, and several arrows immediately aimed at the rider.
Very few bandits could draw a hard bow, and the heaviest in the hands of the bandits ambushing Wolf Town were no more than soft bows made of white waxwood or, quite simply, branches with strings attached.
The arrows flying toward the dapple-gray steed’s rider from the riverbank were feeble and limp, and the man easily deflected them with his sidearm.
“Hahaha! Is that the best you’ve got?” the rider of the dapple-gray steed mocked the bandit archers, “Come on, then!”
Seeing the Garrison Officer’s valor, the people of Wolf Town couldn’t help but cheer again. Gradually, they also started to feel that the arrows flying onto the riverbank weren’t as frightening as before.
“That must be the new military officer from Wolf Town, eh? Quite a figure,” muttered the gloomy man in the bushes with an oval-shaped scar on his face, eyeing the rider of the dapple-gray steed, “Bring me the crossbow!”
This man with the oval-shaped scar was the leader of the bandits, and upon hearing his command, a scrawny bandit immediately handed him a massive steel crossbow.
The bow was just for show, the bandit leader knew very well. The real killing tools were his crossbows, especially this heavy steel crossbow that needed a crank to draw.
The bandit leader aimed carefully, yet he made no further move, patiently waiting for the right moment.
A few more flimsy light arrows flew towards the Wolf Town Garrison Officer, and the rider of the dapple-gray steed deftly deflected every one of them.
The bandit leader squeezed the trigger at the moment when the Garrison Officer’s attention was diverted.
The steel bolt from the heavy crossbow shot across the wading field like a shooting star, aiming for the rider of the dapple-gray steed.
“What?” The bandit leader couldn’t believe his own eyes.
The guaranteed bolt traced an arc in midair, making a small turn and passing by the target’s side.
Using a voice amplification spell, Lieutenant Montaigne taunted, “The crossbow is good, but the user is not, your shooting is really poor.”
His mocking words spread to everyone’s ears in the wading field, and once again, the people of Wolf Town cheered in response.
“Right there!” the lieutenant directed with his saber towards the source of the crossbow bolt, “Kill all the archers on the bank first!”
Even while living in Paratu, Winters Montagne never neglected a single day of spell training.
Just now, he had executed the first real combat use of the “Christian Huygens version” of the Deflection Spell.
“W.M’s Book of Spells”
Entry: Deflection Spell
Difficulty: S (original)
A- (after Christian Huygens’ improvement)
Note: The focus is not on lateral acceleration but rotation, which Teacher Christian refers to as centrifugal motion.