As it turns out, even on the more prepared side, there will always be Lady Luck on the side.

After a long and half-day and night's journey, Count "Fox" finally arrived with his few remaining 400 men to the little village that had been searching since yesterday.

Despite some knowledge of the general route of the march, the Earl and his peasants still had a solid and unjust path due to the fact that there was very little communication between the Weegand tribes in the primitive tribal period, and because they did not have a real understanding of the route and the terrain.

To add insult to injury, this was not a defenseless presence like the previous tribe, but a place that had been fenced off with large legions.

The tribe itself was erected on a small slope, and its wings were flanked by low walls, and the only thing that was open was the front and back of the tribe, which resembled "gates", but at this time there were also young soldiers with axe blades.

What's more, this fortress-like tribe itself has also released some manpower similar to "sentinels".

From the moment the Count and his troops approached the tribe backed by the mountains, several pairs of eyes had already been fixed on them.

If this was a village of the Great Prussians, with a population of only 3,000 people, the Count would have led people to kill them, after all, in the village of the Great Prussians, the number of young and strong people who could act as warriors was less than one-third of the population at most, and with the "army" of hundreds of people in his hands who had now experienced a battle, he was sure to make an attempt.

But now it's the Wiegand people who are competing with him.

Even the most cunning fox will always have a time when there is nothing to do.

When the Wiegand don't resist, they're a crowd, but if they fight, at least half of the population can be turned into a stubborn warrior.

That's not to say that the Wiegand had any more advanced genetic advantage over the Great Pruss. It's just that this terrifying swamp environment has created this race with superior combat power.

Compared with the Great Pruss, whose average population age is in their forties, the Wiegand people live an average of five years less, which greatly reduces the proportion of the population occupied by the elderly in the tribe, and because of their different eating habits, the children here have to find ways to catch some prey by themselves from the beginning of running, to find a way to fill their stomachs that have not been able to eat, which makes their service age much earlier.

This goddamn place is where this goddamn bunch grows.

Naturally, the Earl still didn't know so many twists and turns, but he at least used his own eyes and experience to judge the basic ability of the Wiegand people's combat strength.

The fight will definitely not be defeated, based on the experience of the last time, the earl also seemed to want to negotiate again, but his "sincerity" in exchange for nothing more than a flying spear from the Wiegand people.

"Go back to your hometown! You big Purus, you brain-pumping big Pruus, the swamp should be our Wiegand territory!"

"If you now kneel down and ask for our forgiveness, and surrender your weapons, I may consider sparing your lives. I don't even need you to surrender, because my tribe already has enough pigs and dogs to get another herd!"

The Count was nearly stabbed, but he wasn't without gain.

The spear used by the Wiegand people for demonstration showed no signs of iron, just a sharpened bone.

At the risk of being stabbed again, the Count grabbed the bone spear that was stuck diagonally into the ground with his backhand, and rolled it twice in quick succession to dodge the next attacks.

Naturally, his actions were met with the cynicism of a group of Wigand people, but he did get the weapons that the Wigand people used to attack him.

"Barbarians, in the end, are just brutes, this kind of thing, fighting rabbits is quite handy, if you rely on them to deal with knights in full armor, isn't it a joke?"

The Earl's heart sneered coldly. Then he withdrew far away with his soldiers.

Naturally, the Wiegand tribe would not pass up such a good opportunity.

Although the Earl's team fled fast enough that by the time the Wiggans reacted, they had almost lost the opportunity to organize a counterattack, they still sent a large number of warriors, divided into scattered formations to hunt and delay the Earl's escape.

And this is indeed something that the Count did not expect.

There were only a dozen or so people around him who were noble warriors with armor, not to mention that they were not riding horses at the moment, and those heavy armors were not equipped because of inconvenience.

This is the time to be hit in the soft underbelly by the barbarians.

With a few cracking sounds of bone spears piercing the air, several of the soldiers in charge of the rear of the hall fell to the ground almost instantly.

The Count frowned slightly.

All along, he was hunting others, but he didn't expect that he would also become the target of others.

But he said that three soldiers had fallen to the ground.

Only one of them had been stabbed in the thigh and pinned to the snow, screaming in pain.

The other two, one of them was only bruised to the buttocks, and the bone spear passed through his very bloated lower body, which was wrapped in animal skins, one in and the other out, but it happened to avoid the human body, and at the moment it looked like he had been stabbed in pair, but in fact he was basically unharmed.

The last soldier was lucky enough, right?

Speaking of which, he was also a poacher, but he was afraid of the sound of a spear piercing the air, and whenever he heard it, he felt that his feet were weak.

In the army of the empire, the knights were fairly educated in military affairs, but the peasants and soldiers were diverse and came from a wide range of sources.

For example, this one, on the way to the Imperial army, was caught by a baron who was preparing to join the army.

The warrior of the Wiegand tribe originally threw it into the open space in front of him based on the experience of catching wild beasts, but it was not as weak as this person's feet, although it also achieved the purpose of knocking down the prey, but the spear originally used to attack only fell on the open space in front of the warrior.

When the Wiegand hunter saw such a scene, he only felt that the blood on his body was going to be poured into his brain with anger.

He was also a famous hunter, but he didn't expect to make a splash for the first time when he hunted a creature like "human".

He pulled the spare bone spear from his waist, ready to take a look at the coward that the Great Pruss had come running.

But just as he was about to raise his spear, there was a breaking sound in his ears that broke the air.

The sound was much more subtle than a spear throw, but it was a little more violent.

Ignoring the original prey, he also turned sideways in some fright, but he only felt that something on his body slapped his face violently, and the side of his right ear seemed to be on fire all of a sudden.

He subconsciously touched it with his hand, but caught the blood on his hand.

His eyes widened in anger, trying to find the person who had attacked him, but the moment he looked up, he saw an extremely small "throwing spear", which hit him between the eyes.

But it was said that on the earl's side, when the wounded were left behind, the earl did not tie his hands and capture, but turned around and lined up the battle formation, and fiercely bit those bold Wiegand people.

Although the vanguard did not have a large number of light infantry, there were still a few palace guards who were better than bows and arrows.

They were few in number, but they were skilled enough, and in just a few breaths, several Wiegand fell under their bows and arrows.

The teachers of these palace guards were all masters who taught the Abbasquia royal family archery, and their skills were naturally unknown.

It's just that since the return of the southern expedition, the new generation of knights have taken pride in slaughtering all sides of the battlefield with swords and spears, and the cloth archers, who were once widely praised in the Greater Prus region, have been selectively forgotten.

These warriors all felt a little sad and thought that if the great Pruss and the nobles and more soldiers were willing to learn this way of killing the enemy, maybe it would not be just these Wiegand warriors who would have fallen now.

Of course, the Earl didn't know much about bows and arrows, and he originally planned to let the infantry press down and force back these Weegand raiders, but he didn't expect these palace guards to have such skills.

But despite this, he only added a little rudimentary knowledge of bows and arrows, which he preferred to attribute to the exquisite martial arts and excellent armament of the palace guards.

The warriors of the Wiegand tribe were faced with this kind of weapon blow that they had never seen before, and the morale of the warriors of the Wiegand tribe was sharply weakened, and the warriors of the several tribes who were still imposing just now saw that the compatriots around them fell several times in a row, and their morale was suddenly greatly discharged, and they ran away in less than a moment.

The soldiers were somewhat eager to continue the pursuit, especially among the nobles.

But the Count was merciless in his relentless rebuff to them.

The so-called counterattack is just to hope that the "morale" that our troops have cultivated with great difficulty will not be leaked out in this small encounter, and if they really fight back, that is really a manifestation of not knowing whether to live or die.

"If you want to die, you can go first, and if you don't want to die, stay with me. ”

After scanning the army, the Count led the troops to withdraw.

Overall, the war was a source of frustration for the Earl, especially since the Wiegand had the courage to take the initiative to pursue the soldiers of the Imperial Legion, which was a bit unpleasant to him.

Les and Parral stood in a line and marched south, chatting without a word.

The younger one was Les, who was brave and always the first of the two to speak, and although he was often reprimanded by the commander or the veteran Parral, he could not stop his unobtrusive mouth.

"The Wiegand people are a little braver than I thought, it's really hard to compare them to the group of soft eggs I met yesterday, I thought there would be a bloody battle yesterday, but I didn't expect to be more tired before packing up and setting fires. ”

Parral was even more worried.

"That's because you haven't actually seen a Wiegand warrior...... But yes, a young man like you must not have encountered any Wiegand attacks. ”

"They're stronger than you think, and if you don't handle it well, they'll have the ability to get you out of it at any time. ”

The words of the veteran were only a word or two of truthfulness, but for the young Rice, it was undoubtedly an insult.

But after the two got along for a while, instead of getting angry directly, Rice still chose a more gentle way to express his dissatisfaction.

He said half-jokingly, half-seriously

"Come on, it's up to those people...... Even if I were twenty years older, I would not be defeated on the battlefield by them. Parral, the Wiegand people are very brave, but they can't match my skills. ”

"I'm telling you, if they hadn't run fast enough today, I'd have had to cut off one or two of their heads to prove I'm not a soft egg. Maybe just ten years ago, they could have gone south recklessly to insult our people, but now that feng shui is turning, I will never let them be satisfied. ”

For this statement, the veteran naturally has no room to refute.

The decline of the Wiegand people and the rise of the empire have indeed been the mainstream of the Northland in the last ten years, and it can be seen from the weapons and equipment of these Wiegand people alone that they have not only not grown compared to ten years ago, but have fallen into decline.

And the empire ......

In any case, the Empire's army at least looks strong, not the kind of soft persimmon that can be wiped out casually.

An irrepressible thought grew in the veteran's heart.

"Maybe he'll never see a real Wiegand warrior again in his life?"

Thinking of this, Pavel couldn't help but look down at his arm, which was now wrapped in a shabby linen shirt, a layer of leather armor of questionable quality, and a few thick animal skins, but it essentially had a scar that was difficult to erase.

It was a lifelong gift from a Wiegand man when he was a teenager.

This was not a wound cut directly by the Wiegand man, but a wound he unfortunately cut on the road while fleeing.

But in the end, this has to be accounted for on the heads of the Wiegand people.

Pavel looked back at the Weygan tent a few times.

Since the year he fled, he had fought with the Earl for half his life, and the Count liked to take him with him, but during the last Northern Expedition, he left him in the castle, and to put it mildly, it was the first time he really fought with the Wiggans.

In fact, if he hadn't insisted on it, the Count might have left him in the castle and hid him in the snow.

This was his fate.

There is nothing to complain about. In the process of fleeing, he not only lost his relatives, but also lost his livelihood, he grew up in the earl's manor, naturally he wanted to do things for him, and he was satisfied enough to have a chance to take revenge in this life.

As soon as he thought of this, the veteran turned around, and rarely did not directly refute Rice, but replied with a firm look in his eyes:

"You're right, it's time for feng shui to take turns. ”

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