"In the name of kindness, I give you a chance to lay down your weapons and surrender!" The knight raised the banner and shouted to the people below from a higher ground.
"Go back and take me to say hello to your adults." Hank drew out his sword, raised his head and shouted to him.
The knight shook his head, as if he had expected it, the figure of Hui Ma disappeared from the high ground. "Why didn't you surrender?" Hardesh couldn't help asking.
"Have you only learned to surrender under Grudin?" The elder scout turned his head and glanced at him with gray-brown eyes.
Hades was speechless. He didn't know the identity of the old man who was talking to him. It should be someone under the young lord-I heard that he was also a mercenary, and he was the first group to follow the other party. It seems to be one of the people of the "Red Bronze Dragon". However, Hades did not believe in this statement. In his opinion, the old man looked like the most professional soldier. A few days ago, he first discovered the movement of Denel's army in the forest before leading them. Escaped.
Speaking of which, the Palais knight on the opposite side is indeed a well-deserved reputation. In the attack that day, he dared to use the mountain people as the leader. The mountain people grew up in the woods to fight. Legend has it that when they march in the woods, their movements are like migrating deer-meaning unless it is experience. Abundant'hunters', otherwise it is difficult to find their tracks.
Hades already knew that this sentence was not exaggerated. There were experienced veterans in the outpost that day, but no one noticed the movement in the forest. Except for the old man in front of him, Hades couldn't help but look at each other, thinking that if this old guy is a scout, he must be the best kind.
But the old man didn't care, and tapped his chest with his hand: "Put up your chest, young man. There is nothing to be afraid of. Abandoning people like Grudin is the most correct choice in your life. Now you are a real one. A soldier, give me the courage of a soldier—"
There was a burst of laughter from the scouts, but fortunately they could still laugh at this time. The mountain people came first and dragged them in this forest until today they finally fell into a circle of several knights under Count Dernell. .
Hades blushed a little, but in fact he knew that he had made a mistake, even though he was forced to throw himself under the young lord. But Count Dernell would treat him as a traitor, and others could surrender, but he had no choice. Speaking of it, originally he was considered a brave man, but he was gradually eroding his original firm will under Grudin's hands.
He took a breath, his mind hardened like a sword in his hand.
The older scout was yelling at others: "What a laugh, and prepare for battle—"
More than two dozen riders faced all directions. The recruits may have been scared pale and at a loss in such a desperate situation, but these knights appeared calm and calm, breathing evenly, and tightened all over, as dangerous as a beast looking for a chance to break through in a difficult situation.
"Pay attention to the direction of the opponent's attack, and look for opportunities to break through." The old man's sharp eyes patrolled the forest around the forest like a sharp beast, and whispered to the group of his temporary subordinates.
There was a sharp noise in the cold air, and Hades felt a rider next to him fall off his horse. And after the sound of the arrow, the feathered arrows in the forest came over like a locust, and there was a whistling sound in the ears.
Hades was distracted, and a feather arrow had been shot at his front door. But there was a knight around him who had drawn out a long sword and flew the arrow, and suddenly there was a banging sound in the scout team. If the infantry who had been privately recruited by the nobles had already collapsed in such an environment, they would either stay in place with fear or stalk their heads aimlessly. But all the scouts, including Hades, felt that the shots on the left and right sides were thinner for the first time.
Hank blew a whistle, and he and his horse circled in the middle of the team, pointing their swords. The riders understood that more than 20 people and horses did not have too much riots and collisions, turned around in a beautiful place, and killed them directly to the right.
On the high ground, the knight Wilson felt chills in his heart. The intelligence said that it was a group of rebels who killed Grudin and occupied Fir City, but look at the quality of the scouts below like rebels? The regular army, one of the best in the kingdom, doesn't have this quality either. I only hope that this happened to be met by him, and he immediately ordered his attendants to pass on the order to let the knights attack, and the archers on the two wings would definitely not be able to stop the impact of those guys. Although the order was passed on, Wilson felt faintly disturbed.
The infantry first came out of the forest. The infantry privately raised by the nobles held their spears high. Although they could not form a formation in the woodland, they were still very threatening to the riders. Hades leaned back away from a spear that pierced him, and the blade of the long sword in his hand was straight from the guy's neck.
It was the long-lost feeling of a sharp sword splitting the fragile throat bone, and the plasma sprayed out like rain, and the nerves in Hades's body were tense. He turned his head to avoid splashing blood in his eyes.
On the other side, he saw with his own eyes a rider being pierced with two spears in the abdomen and back. That guy even invited him to drink a day or two ago-although the wine didn't taste very good, Hades remembered clearly that the opponent should be a mercenary. At this moment, the mercenary was dying, his hand still grasped the rein and drove the horse forward, keeping the momentum of sprinting forward and hit the noble soldier.
The noble soldier flew out as if he had no bones. Then the mercenary fell down with the horse, and Hades saw that the other party was squatting on the horse's back, already dead.
Seeing this, Hardesh couldn't help taking a deep breath, splitting the three people in front of him. The aristocratic infantry is no more than the lower reaches of the Black Iron level, and some are still white. However, there was a whistle in the forest at this time, a horse hoof sounded on the right flank, and a dozen knights suddenly broke through the fog between the mountains and forests and appeared from that direction.
"Turn around to meet the enemy!" The old man's voice sounded from behind.
The situation suddenly became dangerous. The scouts were already in a heavy siege. There were only a dozen people left in the twenty-odd riders who broke through. Moreover, the infantry of the nobles, whose morale was low, rallied again after being supported by the cavalry. These guys tried to contain them and prevent them from getting out and facing the new cavalry.
But when the others were unable to get out, a dark shadow had already stood out; Hades saw that the old scout snatched the spear from an aristocratic infantryman, then knocked the opponent down with a sword, and the opponent turned his horse back. He held a spear and rushed towards the knights.
One rider, one rider, like those champion knights in the arena, with an indomitable momentum.
Not only Hades, but the knights in Dnell were shocked. They were all light cavalry. When did they see such a ferocious charge, they were stunned by the old scout. The knight rushing to the front screamed halfway and stopped abruptly, and the whole person was directly picked up by the spear and flew out.
But the spears used by infantrymen were not originally used for riding warfare. The huge impact force directly caused the spears to bend and break with a click, and Hank slammed into the opponent's camp-the long sword in his hand was immediately unsheathed. Cut off another knight from the opponent.
Hades almost didn't bite off his tongue. In his opinion, the strength of the old man was not much higher. At most, the upper reaches of the black iron were about the same as him, but not everyone did this breathtaking action. "This guy used to belong to that army?" This idea immediately appeared in his mind, and Eruin couldn't train such a good soldier even if he was in the frontline army.
Especially the kind of vigor that has experienced many battles is definitely not something ordinary people can pretend.
He suddenly reacted and yelled at the others behind him: "Bow and arrow, bow and arrow! Cover him!"
No need for his reminder, several riders have already taken down their longbows from behind. Hank blocked the momentum of the charge. The knights of Denell were preparing to surround the old man, but a few feathers broke through the air. Arrow immediately disrupted their formation.
Hank seized the opportunity to rush out from behind the thin cavalry formation. The old man immediately turned around and raised his sword, nodding to his colleagues.
"Seize the opportunity and charge over there to break through!" At this moment, Hades understood the other side's meaning as if he was possessed by a god. He felt that his blood was burning, and the adrenaline secretion accelerated and his eyes were red as blood. He drew his sword forward, and the dozen riders behind him responded in unison.
The noble infantry could no longer stop these mad scout knights, and the knights of Count Dnell had just arranged their insulted formations, and evenly matched opponents had already rushed forward...
Cavaliers Wilson almost went black when he saw this scene. He originally thought he had grabbed a piece of fat, but he didn't expect to kick the iron plate. With more than 100 men and more than a dozen cavalry, they couldn't surround more than 20 people, at least let the opponent run more than half.
"Fuck! Veterans of the November War, how do you fight this battle!?"
Wilson is the most powerful knight under Pallas. Because he has rich experience in fighting against the mountain people all the year round, he doesn't necessarily look down on the regular army of Eruin, not to mention the rebels. But this time, Wilson was convinced that he had never fought such a weird battle in his life.
He was much more knowledgeable than Hades, and as soon as Hank made his move, he recognized that he was definitely a veteran of the November War. More than half of the veterans of the November War survived. More than half of them had the candlelight badge. They were not knights and at least half of the fief. How could there be such people in this gang of rebels
Wilson couldn't help feeling chills, thinking that he and his lord had fallen into a huge conspiracy.
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And just as Wilson was heartbroken for the man he had lost, a steady stream of reports had been sent to Pallas, who was in charge of the army at this moment, via the scout knights on the front line. This time the old knight formed a coalition with two colleagues, but with his rich combat experience, the other two knights could be his deputy at best.
Only the famous general of Madara can sit on an equal footing with him in this war. Although Targus is not young compared to human beings, he is still a younger generation in Madara. In this Black Rose War, Madara's younger generation will have an endless stream of stars, shining like stars in the sky.
Although the old knight Pallas was teaming up with the opponent, he couldn't help sighing in his heart. Compared to Madara, Eruin, his homeland, seemed to be a dying old man, and his sullen sullenness fell.
For some reason, the old knight suddenly remembered the'enemy' who was standing opposite him, and heard that he was also a young man. Suddenly, Pallas became a little interested in his opponent.
But this kind of interest couldn't shake the old knight's will. The report sent from the front line indicated that Vanguard had already dealt with the opponent's sentry. To be honest, the exchange ratio is not ideal. Most of the reports were tragic wins, and even some partial battles were even lost.
You know, they have an absolute advantage in terms of strength.
The opponent's fighting power was beyond his expectations, but this still didn't make Pallas feel tricky. Regardless of the loss, at least the opponent's sentry is retreating north of the Grass River under his pressure. The tactical goal has been achieved.
The next step is to win the Grass Ferry and cross the river.