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The two armies were only entangled for more than ten minutes, and the aristocratic cavalry had been reduced by nearly one-fifth, thousands of war horses and corpses were stacked in the front, mixed with bright red blood on the ground, and the horse's hooves were slipping on it, this tragic scene made the aristocratic cavalry frightened, I didn't expect the combat power of the Satamori cavalry to be so strong, counting the cavalry guarding the Chinese army in front, more than 2,000 people had died at the hands of these terrible devils,

"Flee! these are devils!" shouted the frightened noble cavalry, and they all reined in their horses and fled, completely abandoning the infantry covering all around, and groups of cavalry turned to the woods on both sides.

In order to get rid of the pursuit of the Samorians, the noble cavalry cut down their own people without mercy, and at least a thousand noble troops who stood in the way were hacked to death by their own cavalry.

This caused the newly assembled noble infantry to be completely confused, and even the last bit of resistance was abandoned, throwing their weapons to the ground, trampling the military flag representing glory under their feet, like a flock of frightened ducks, looking at the noble cavalry that crashed into them with horrified eyes

The short crossbow of the Satmy light cavalry became synonymous with death at this moment, the Satmer cavalry held a short crossbow in his left hand, wielded a war knife in his right hand, and took advantage of the gap in pursuit, using the right hand holding the knife as a bracket, and shot deadly crossbow arrows, and the noble cavalry kept people being shot off from their horses, and then their heads were cut off by the chasemen of the Sathero cavalry,

The rout of the aristocratic cavalry made the last trace of resistance of the aristocratic army dissipate, and the goose steel fen heavy spear infantry that had just assembled in the distance stopped, hesitated for a while, and began to slowly retreat to the east, the fleeing mercenaries rushed into the surrounding woods and mountains, 20,000 noble troops in just one hour, paid the price of the commander-in-chief's death, more than 6,000 casualties, and caused the proud light cavalry corps to suffer heavy losses, and the wolf and dog fled back to the camp in the northern mountains of Frendi

"Whew, damn nobleman!" After Salong slashed down two noble cavalrymen in a row, he reined in his horse, and his sword-wielding arm felt sore, and Salong himself didn't remember how many people he had killed, only that he kept swinging his knife and slashing down, and his blood was constantly splashing.

Salon raised his sword and shouted, "Everyone stop, stop pursuing!" Hearing Salon's shout, the surrounding pursuing light cavalry slowed down their horse's hooves and began to surround them, Salon silently nodded the remaining number with a gloomy face, and could not see the joy of victory at all, although Salon had been mentally prepared, but there was still an irrepressible trace of desolation

From the surprise attack to the encounter, the enemy has suffered a lot of losses, but the Samoriel light cavalry has also lost more than half, and the rest of the people are also a tired horse, with wounds on their bodies, and the blood of themselves and the enemy makes the cavalry look like bloody people, this sharpest Samoriel blade has become the end of the strong crossbow, at this time, if the noble army kills back, the Samori cavalry may collapse

"Let's go, let's go down!" Seeing that the overall situation of the battlefield has been decided, and the follow-up hoplite brigade has appeared not far away, the fat man waved his hand to Wei Dule and a few people, Sophie Mocha stood up happily, but found that Wei Du Le was standing still, "What's wrong with the old man, don't you want a bounty of 100 gold coins?"

"Go ahead, I'm not going, I'm almost out of the table, I don't want to get involved in the war again!"

"Hehe, why do you think that?" said the fat man with a noncommittal smile, neither admitting nor denying it

"You nobles are the same!" Wei Dule sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Although I am not a nobleman, but I know all your dirty deeds! In your hearts, all people are tools, and those who are useful to you will be enveloped by unscrupulous means, and you will not hesitate to abandon those who are useless to you."

"Haha! maybe" The fat man's face was as thick as a city wall, and he didn't blush when he was exposed to his face, but smiled heartily, "However, even if you leave the army, your wish will not be realized, and now the kingdom is in turmoil, and the noble lords are grabbing the land, so it doesn't matter if the peasants live or die, only Satour can make the peasants live a good life, and even the whole Vekia will not deny this!"

"You said you quit and don't want to get involved in the war, but is that useful?" the fat man paused in a heavy tone, "Where there are lords, there is war, where there is land, there is war, do you retreat? No matter what you think, war is like a ghost that cannot be dispelled, mercilessly involving your relatives, friends, people who love you or people you love, you say that you have withdrawn from the war! Don't you think it's too ridiculous?"

"You ......" Wei Dule's face turned pale when he was told by the fat man, but he couldn't find the words to refute it, the fat man's words were like a spell, circling in Wei Dule's mind, making the proud veteran feel suffocating and uncomfortable, and the belief in his heart was ruthlessly shattered.

Quitting the battlefield of fighting, living the rest of his life peacefully in his hometown, and getting together happily as a family has always been Weidule's biggest dream.

But just when he thought that he was about to come true, this dream that had always supported him was ruthlessly shattered by the hateful fat man in front of him, the truth and reality are often cruel, and when he heard the fat man's words, Weidule himself felt that "getting out of the war" was a self-deceptive nonsense.

"Come to Samori, I don't dare to guarantee that you will be out of the war, but I can guarantee that you will stay away from the war" The fat man looked at the wavering Weidul and threw out a heart-warming mention "Satsuma can give you a piece of your own land, and even help you help your family all move over"

"Can you really do that?" said Vedulle, his face perked when he heard that he could bring his family over

"Of course, what my Satsuma Fat Man said, I should still have a certain reputation!" The fat man's chest slapped with a shocking sound, in fact, he also underestimated in his heart, "The reputation of the Satsuma Fat Man seems to be really not very good, especially in the aristocratic class, it is simply synonymous with a-stirring stick!"

Only since the fat man came back from the Riwacha, the name of the fat man of Satsuma has spread far and wide, and now there is a proverb in the kingdom: "The footsteps of the fat man of Satsuma are always accompanied by bad luck!"

"I'm going down!you can think about it slowly," the fat man finished speaking to Weidule, turned around and took the two guards down the mountain, leaving the hesitant Sophie Momo Tea and Weidule alone, "I should be in Frendi during this time, if you change your mind, you can come to me, I will give you the protection fee of 100 gold coins, and I will keep the promise just now!"

The full moon hung in the sky, and the northern mountains of Frendi were shrouded in silver, but in front of the Toda fortress, where the battle was fierce, the sky was full of red light.

More than a dozen huge bonfires were burning, the corpses of the defenders of Satour were cremated collectively, the fat man stood in front of the raging flames, his face was solemn and contemplative, these brave warriors used their last perseverance, fulfilled their promise to defend Satour to the death, 3,000 people resisted 20,000 people for several hours, it is a legend in itself, this is the first time that the Satimour army has suffered such heavy losses, only 138 people remain in the entire fortress, the corpses are piled up in various areas of the fortress, and every watchtower is bleeding.

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