The surging of people's heads, mixed with the friction of iron tools and the sound of light gasping, drove this huge army. The clone rode on the warhorse, and was fortunate to be at the forefront of the Knights of Aries here. For others, being at the top of the line is an honor, but for clones, this has little substantive meaning other than increasing the discipline of death. This huge army is marching at a slow pace. Slightly straightening his waist and looking behind him, he could understand the size of this army.
On this land where plains and bushes are mixed up, if you look around, you can't see the weeds and dirt that you stepped on not long ago. What unfolded before his eyes was a sea of iron wearing various helmets. The army that covered almost the horizon as far as the eye could see was the huge military strength of 20,000 that the Principality of Kasmi was proud of.
Turning your head sideways, you can see that the cavalry at the forefront of the army are all cavalry, and they are better called knights. The Aries Knights, including himself, and the three major Knights of the Principality of Kasmi are all lined up at the forefront, with heavy infantry, archers and spearmen behind them. Raided towards the Maltese vanguard, fifty miles away. On the far left of the team is naturally the Knights of Aries where the clone is located, and on the far right is the Knights of the Flame Lions led by Marquis Camon.
In the center is the King's Knights led by the Grand Duke himself. It was funny when I thought about it, and the clone shook his head helplessly. The ruler of the Principality of Kasmi even named his knights the king. Was he going crazy trying to be king? Had enough of the oppression of the suzerain country, the Engran Empire. Distracted and secretly laughed, but his eyes turned to the back of the team. It was an endless stream of infantry, archers, sergeants with spears and hoplites. It's just too far away, no matter how good the avatar's eyes are, they can only see the armor that keeps flashing and shining.
Turning back, listening to the tense gasps and the collision of iron weapons made by these 20,000 people, he cloned himself and looked at Orina, the Countess of White Orchid who was walking in front of the Knights, wearing an incomparably powerful white sheep armor. I couldn't help thinking to myself that if this armor was on my body, it would definitely be more powerful than this ugly woman.
Just when the clone secretly committed suicide, the huge army crossed the last hillside. With the passage of time, they finally saw the Maltese camp in the distance where the fire was cooking. Time seemed to stop at this moment, both the clone and the main body Palatine riding a horse on the other side could feel that the camp suddenly quieted down for a short time. But in the next second, the hurried whistle and the panicked scolding immediately let them know that the enemy was frightened.
Think about it, the weather is fine in the morning, you and your comrades are gambling and chatting as usual, and when you are about to have a beautiful lunch, an army suddenly appears on the horizon in the distance! When the army kept emerging from the other end of the hillside, revealing the flag of the Principality of Kasmi, the death feeling that I experienced was definitely not a good memory.
In contrast, the main body Paladin, who is closer to the Grand Duke, can feel the excitement and bloodthirsty ** of the warriors around him. He raised his head and scrutinized the Grand Duke in the distance. A fat middle-aged man in bloated armor. Although the beard raised under the nose added a little majesty, the small eyes made people unable to feel the bearing that a commander should have. At this moment, the Torch Earl who was beside him immediately turned his head and suggested something. With his sensitive facial features and the proximity of the Grand Duke, Palatine could still hear it.
However, he heard the excited suggestion from Earl Torch: "My grand duke! This is the blessing of Enos. These idiots are having lunch now. As long as you give an order, you can win a big victory by charging your troops!" Compared to the excitement of Earl Torch, Archduke Victoria, Steke played with his upturned beard, showing a very dull expression. I saw him say in that thick voice: "Dear Buenales, my lovely cousin, you are a nobleman and also have the title of knight, how can you propose a sneak attack that has no chivalry spirit and violates knighthood. What about the reputation thing?"
The Torch Earl was dumbfounded for a moment, but he proposed again: "Since you are afraid of humiliating the reputation of the knights, let those mercenaries go up! This way..." But before Torch's words were finished, the Grand Duke frowned in disbelief. Yue said: "Are you humiliating me? Bunales." "No... Please forgive my presumptuousness."
Count Torch's heart sank, and he immediately made a look of apology. Seeing that the Grand Duke turned back in dissatisfaction, he sighed in his heart: "Have you been blinded by the so-called spirit and reputation? Cousin. The reputation on the battlefield belongs only to the victor, even if I have never been on the battlefield. Everyone understands the truth, why don't you understand? Although 20,000 hits 3,000, the battle is definitely won, but it has caused casualties to our precious soldiers for no reason. How can we deal with the main force of the Kingdom of Malta and Ai Xinzhe? what!"
The Count of Torch lamented in his heart, and Paladin, who was watching all this, realized that the team had no intention of attacking, but stood there and watched the Maltese army put on armor and lined up to attack. The hearts of both the clone and the main body sank violently. At the same time, he immediately commented on the grand duke in his heart: "Twenty thousand hits three thousand, very happy. If you wait and don't send it, you will be foolish."
But unexpectedly, the three major knights, as well as many lords and nobles, except for the Torch Count who had never fought with the Grand Duke, all other nobles ignored this stupid scene. Maybe they agreed with the Grand Duke's approach, or they may have protested like a torch, but they chose to remain silent after being poured a dirty lesson. These nobles watched numbly as the enemy army gradually recovered from a state of panic, and lined up in front of the camp.
Through the eyes of the clone standing in the front row, the main body Palatine can clearly see that the three thousand enemies, in addition to the thousand light cavalry, are about five hundred archers and fifteen hundred light infantry. To put it bluntly, it is easier to use this well-equipped 20,000 troops to deal with these 3,000 poorly equipped troops than to crush an ant.
It was not until the opposing army was lined up that Grand Duke Victoria beckoned. A knight behind him immediately carried the lion flag of the Principality of Kasmi and ran towards the opposite side on horseback with the Grand Duke. At this moment, all the leading nobles standing at the front immediately brought a knight and followed the archduke on horseback.
And the Countess White Orchid turned around and glanced at her clone. The meaning is clear. Just want him to protect himself. The clone was naturally willing to do this decent and non-dangerous job, and followed it on a horse. As a result, including the Grand Duke, all the first-class nobles in the Principality of Kasmi followed. Very leisurely walked to the center of the open space between the two teams. As if to talk.
In view of the nobility's rules, this form of negotiation cannot use any assassination or assault, otherwise it will not only be a great loss of reputation, but the nobles in their hands will also leave because of such despicable behavior. So the head of the Maltese enemy army sighed, and a knight carrying the angry bear flag of the Kingdom of Malta also walked towards the seven or eight people at the core of the nobles who held the power of the Principality of Kasmi in front of him.