Amid howls and shouts, the horse bandits charged up the slope, only to suddenly be thrown from their horses as tripwires and traps took out quite a few of them. Seeing this, the warriors holding the hill cheered and shouted. But the horse bandits were no pushovers. They immediately lit torches, then a horn sounded. The bandits dismounted one after another, advancing with spears and shields. Meanwhile, the horse bandits in the rear kept firing arrows to cover their comrades ahead.
Watching the scene before him, one of the men on the hill fell silent for a moment before roaring.
"Roll the boulders!"
At his command, dozens of massive rocks came rolling down the slope, smashing straight into the enemy shield formation and sending them sprawling. Then the hidden caravan warriors revealed themselves and unleashed another volley, instantly inflicting more than two hundred additional casualties.
Gray Beard was so furious he nearly jumped out of his skin, while the caravan warriors cheered jubilantly. But the horse bandits were bloodthirsty, hardened outlaws after all. They immediately pulled back and began organizing a third assault.
Seeing this, the lead warrior among the caravan guards frowned. The enemy had eight hundred horse bandits, while they had only fifty or sixty men. Achieving their current results had already been a stroke of luck. Next, they needed to consider how to escape.
However, just as the warrior was about to order everyone to prepare to charge through the encirclement, his ears suddenly caught a strange sound.
It was the sound of a zither.
"Deng... deng deng..."
A melodious zither tune had begun playing at some unknown point, echoing quietly across the grasslands. It was not loud, yet it seemed to possess a magical power. No matter how loudly the horse bandits and warriors shouted, they