The barracks in Penn Town is actually the castle of Baron Charles, because this army is his private army and is completely obedient to his orders.
King Ulric of the Sarion Kingdom is more like a famous monarch here.
When Zhang Yang came to the barracks, the first thing he was attracted to was a stretch of stone avenues and drainage ditches on both sides. In this era when the streets were all cesspits, such infrastructure was even more rare than a castle.
All the way forward along the stone road, there is a stone city wall that is almost six meters high. The level of craftsmanship and solidity of the construction are definitely not comparable to the city wall outside Penn Town. Zhang Yang also saw a suspected catapult or catapult on the city wall. A defensive weapon like a ballista.
The soldiers patrolling above were all very elite soldiers. The worst ones were wearing chain armor or iron armor, and one was even wearing fine steel plate armor, which was simply terrifying.
After bypassing this section of the city wall, the front suddenly opened up, and a military camp and training ground with an area of almost one hundred acres appeared in front of Zhang Yang.
This is a rectangular area. There are three two-story stone buildings built near the fortress, with the emblem flag of the Charles family hanging on it, which looks like an eagle.
On the training ground, there are almost two hundred new recruits gathering in a chaotic manner on one side. On the other side, there are more than thirty archers wearing chain armor practicing archery. Near the building, there are dozens of powerful Veterans fighting with weapons.
Further away, about twenty cavalrymen were jogging at small steps.
At this point, Zhang Yang has almost estimated the armed strength of Baron Charles.
About 5 lion knights, 10 to 15 Sarion knights, more than 30 knights, no more than 10 Sarion halberdiers, about three Sarion guards, more than 20 Sarion assault swordsmen, more than 10 Sarion Sharpshooters, more than 20 Sarlian armed archers, more than 20 Sarlian armed infantry, and then there are the recruits.
There is no problem with this kind of force used to defend the town of Penn and the fortress of the Charles family, but it will be a little weak if used in external battles.
It’s no wonder that Baron Charles has to recruit troops by force this time, regardless of harm. After all, this is not a game, and people are not cabbage. Once they die, they can be grown quickly.
There are more than a dozen villages under the town of Penn, all of which are fiefdoms of the knights under Baron Charles. Recruiting too many men will be a disaster for the farmland.
"Maybe it's because the front line is tight, or the war with the Daxia people is profitable, otherwise the Baron shouldn't be so aggressive."
Zhang Yang thought secretly, and others were also arranged into the recruit sequence.
It's just that among all the recruits, he is definitely a weirdo. After all, he is the only one equipped with sophisticated weapons and equipment, and even the soldiers who led the way before did not dare to yell at him.
Waiting is boring, but you can only wait until the cavalry chasing the Jatu people return. It is time for dinner. Each recruit is given a piece of black bread and a bowl of dark vegetable soup, but those of the veterans are given. The food is good and there is meat, and the more elite veterans, such as the first level of the Guards and the first level of knights, can go to the castle to have dinner, have wine to drink, and have women to look at, which is really enviable.
After dinner, we slept where we were. There were no barracks or mattresses, and we stayed there until dawn.
Only then did the civil servants slowly distribute weapons to the new recruits, even without registration.
There is no armor, not to mention leather armor, cotton armor, and cloth armor. Each person only has two weapons, either a spear and a wooden shield, or a hatchet and a wooden shield. If you are lucky, you may be able to get one. A rusty sword.
Zhang Yang was only given one spear because he had a big buckler, which made many recruits extremely envious, but they would always be envious.
After the weapons were distributed, there was no breakfast, no training, nothing. The recruits were driven off like sheep. No one knew where their fate would go except all the way east.
Three days later, the army had traveled more than 200 miles, which was actually very fast.
On the fourth day, a friendly army joined the march, Baron Faucher. The total strength of his army was about 300 people, but the proportion of new soldiers was only half. What impressed Zhang Yang most was that in Baron Faucher's army was followed by more than thirty caravans, and from time to time some autumn eyes showed inside, which made the soldiers so excited that they even forgot about the hard work of marching.
Unfortunately, such happiness is destined to be short-lived, and the battle comes without warning.
Or it was not without warning. In the past few days, the marching route of Baron Charles's troops had never hesitated or changed, which showed that the goal was clear, and the messenger cavalry with flags on their backs passed by from time to time, indicating that the battle situation was urgent.
Today's meeting with Baron Faucher's army shows that the destination is somewhere ahead, either the assembly point of the kingdom's major lords, or the place where the battle is taking place.
Obviously, the truth lies in the latter. Under the gentle and bright sunshine in the afternoon, a thick black smoke ignited on the other side of the mountain, but it was definitely not the smoke of a message, but more like the flames of a siege.
The battlefield should still be fifty miles away.
Then at such a moment, the troops of Baron Charles and Baron Faucher were sniped.
Zhang Yang and his new recruits were walking in the middle and rear of the team. He only heard the sound of arrows piercing the air, followed by a shrill scream like a slaughtered pig.
The air that was filled with the smell of flowers and grass a moment ago suddenly turned bloody.
One person's fear is just fear, but the fear of hundreds becomes despair.
Who could have imagined that a grown man's scream could be so harsh
Chaos, incomparable chaos, everyone is shouting, they don’t know why they are shouting, each other can only see each other’s pale face and round eyes, and if the angle is right, you can also see the little tongue that is constantly trembling.
Oops, I got a little distracted.
But Zhang Yang's reaction was still the fastest. When more than a dozen recruits were trampled underfoot and wailing due to the chaos and crowding, he had already jumped out of the queue and leaned behind a big rock. It only took him three seconds to roughly figure it out. Clear the situation on the battlefield.
The enemy did not know when to lurk on the hill to the west of the road. The trees there were lush and the weeds were lush, making it the best place for an ambush.
However, there wouldn't be many enemies up there, only a few dozen archers at most, and a few dozen infantrymen who could throw javelins and darts, but their sudden attack really deceived the army.
In this short period of time, there were almost dozens of casualties.
Then, they launched a charge, wearing black armor, black cloaks, sharp swords, and shields like a city. The charge of just a few dozen people actually caused a whirlwind of death, that kind of cold killing intent, Make most recruits collapse immediately.
"Da Xia Sword Saint?"
When these four words appeared in Zhang Yang's eyes, he knew that the Daxia people were crazy.
A total of 32 Daxia Sword Saints and 15 Scorpion Assassins launched a desperate charge under the cover of 50 Daxia War Archers.
They will definitely severely damage the armies of Baron Charles and Baron Faucher, but they will also be completely wiped out. This kind of madness is simply death.
You must know that these are all the highest-level arms.
Among them, the Daxia Sword Saint is a level 45 unit, and the Daxia Scorpion Assassin is a level 50 unit. Their strength is about C and C+. Compared to Zhang Yang’s current level 6, what a shame!
So he could only hide behind the stone, watching the heads rolling in front of him, and broken arms flying across the field. Fortunately, the friendly forces finally reacted. The two barons and the knights, senior soldiers, and veterans in the army shouted, arranged their formations, and launched Fight back.
However, this place is halfway up the mountain. Although the mountain is not very steep, the cavalry cannot charge up. The most important thing is that the Dashia Sword Saint and the Scorpion Assassin have already entered the formation. These guys are working closely together to form a shield formation. Dao Mang, when used together, is like a concrete mixer. No matter how many people are filled in, it will be useless.
It's really terrible.
Finally, twelve Sarion Halberdiers, led by two Sarion Guardsmen, formed the first wave of counterattack.
The long sword slashed hard, but only a dull sound could be heard from the dark steel shield. A magical rune pattern flashed past. The Sarion Guards holding the shield could easily release the force of the slash. At the same time, He violently counterattacked and broke through the defense of the Daxia Sword Saint on the opposite side. The long sword in his right hand thrust out like electricity and killed him with one blow.
This is the top level 55 unit, with strength equivalent to B-, but unfortunately there are too few.
But the 12 Sarion Halberdiers behind him made up for this shortcoming. They were extremely heavy and could split even the shield wall formed by Dasha Sword Saint when they swung the nearly three-meter-long heavy halberd.
After a few seconds, the death mixer from the Daksha people finally came to a standstill. Tidal waves of Sarion soldiers swarmed in from all directions, and our own archers also began to suppress the shooting of the Daksha war archers.
It was at this time that Zhang Yang threw away his broken wooden spear and pulled out a brand new wooden spear from his back.
Well, during the past three days of marching, it was not that he did nothing, but patiently cut out five wooden spears with a knife.
Of course, that's not all. In order to prevent his body from being adapted to throwing wooden spears, he practiced dozens of times every night while untying the tuba.
With his previous memory skills, his throwing level is also recovering quickly. So far, according to the evaluation given by the game player system, his throwing weapon proficiency has reached 200 points, and he can basically reach 50 points. A fixed target within 100 meters, with 100 hits.
"Can you simulate their health bars for me?"
Zhang Yang asked, and the next moment, blood bars appeared on the heads of the Daxia Sword Saint and Scorpion Assassin.
"Good dog!"
Zhang Yang was overjoyed, and while no one was paying attention, he dodged and threw. 45 meters away, a Dasha Sword Saint just killed a Sarlian Assault Swordsman, but was killed by a Sarlian Halberdier. He was pushed back again and again, his armor was broken into pieces, he vomited blood, and there were only a few blood bars left on his head.
Then, with a whoosh, a wooden spear fell from the sky, directly harvesting the last bit of life from the Daxia Sword Saint!
"Cool!"
With this kill, you get 450 experience points, which is just a little short of reaching level 7.
Retracting behind the big stone, Zhang Yang pulled out the second wooden spear again, changed the position and angle, and looked around. After a few seconds, he locked on a target again. This time it was a Daxia Scorpion assassin. If they were face to face, such a simple The attack would not be put in the eyes of the other party at all, but now, he can only end with hatred.
550 experience points.
upgrade!