However, although Edward at this time had achieved a certain amount of superiority on the battlefield, in terms of numbers, his soldiers were still too few after all.

Although the losses suffered by the famous troops made several elders feel painful, they were not unacceptable.

And the fat commander cursed in his heart.

The people of Hope Swamp are really rich.

He himself was standing on a high ground and happened to be able to observe the arming of Edward's troops in the front row.

Not only did Edward's spearmen carry iron spears, but they even carried two more than the regular infantry.

They tied a cylindrical bag wrapped in animal skins around their backs, like the arrows carried by the archers of the Great Prussians, but much larger.

One of the soldiers standing beside him said worriedly, "Your Excellency, the enemy has plenty of weapons. If we continue to fight like this, we will definitely fall into a disadvantage. ”

By this time, Edward's spearthrower had already removed the third spear from his back.

But the fat commander who saw this scene showed a somewhat relaxed look on his face, obviously, he already had a countermeasure.

After a few rounds of shouting for orders, he felt that the wind in the north had hurt his throat severely, so he informed his own soldiers of his decision, asking him to pass on the order.

"Tell our warriors to use the Iron Spear in advance. The fat general said with some pain, "The order is that we will use iron spears in advance to shoot at these traitors." Then, I will distribute the twenty generals I have just deployed behind the troops (one general commands more than 50 to 100 people in a famous family) to the two flanks and stretch our battle line. Since this guy from the swamps of the South wants to shoot us, it might as well fulfill his wish!"

Although the soldiers did not fully understand the leader's order, he still carried out the order as usual, and the marshal's words were passed on as they were.

After all, although the man standing beside him was not amazing, and he was also a shameful fat man, in the years since he retreated to the north, this man had personally commanded more than a dozen wars to annex those northern tribes who did not obey discipline, and each time he returned with great victories, if it weren't for his poor size and appearance, he really didn't have the majesty that a leader should have, maybe he should be the one who held the position of alliance leader.

Edward himself retreated to a high ground.

Unlike the fat man, who didn't know anything about him, Edward had already learned about this "fat man" through some channels before preparing for this war.

This fat man's real name is Wilder, and although he looks wide and fat, he is actually the only one Edward who really regards him as an opponent among the nearly 1,000 people in the famous family.

And this fat man's war habits are mainly based on large-scale command, and he is especially good at winning more and less, and fighting against the enemy's weak forces with superior forces, and has made great contributions to the establishment of a dominant position in the north.

In other words, this fat man has basic coordination ability and a certain battlefield judgment, but this battlefield judgment is mostly derived from the experience of the savage tribe that is even more backward than them.

In dealing with an enemy like Edward, who was humble to himself, the Great Prussian, who had studied the military theory "Chronicle of the Red Lion's Expedition", and also drew inferences from others, these experiences were in themselves his most fatal weakness.

And when he saw that the enemy formation in front of him had obviously begun to widen, and the personnel began to flow in a large area, he knew that he had reached the best time to attack.

With the sound of horns, Edward's soldiers began to rush forward.

The effective killing distance of the spear is not far in the first place, and the axe soldier closest to the opponent's array is even a dozen steps away from the enemy's array, and he can touch the enemy's vanguard.

And just now, the huge and bloated elite troops were only in a hurry to expand their own front, and they did not have time to fill the gap created by the enemy's casualties on the front line.

According to the traditional conventional tactics of the Wigand people, it was necessary to throw three or four rounds of spears before the commander would order the charge, which was originally tactical common sense, but it was completely broken at this moment.

The spear-throwing troops who followed behind the giant axe warriors rushed forward with the iron spears in their hands.

This was completely unexpected.

He looked at the dragon-like Edward's troops, and clutched his hoarse throat in pain.

The tall axe man slammed the heavy axe in his hand into the shoulders of the soldiers in front of him, as if it were slashing at his shoulders.

At this moment, at least on the frontal battlefield, the army of the famous family has no advantage at all.

Edward's army overwhelmed them with sheer quality and morale, and the famous Chinese soldiers were still looking for the iron spears behind their backs, while the Hope Swamp Man in front of him had stabbed the short spear in his abdomen.

They left behind more than 200 corpses and then had a shameful rout.

And behind them could have been a vital force that could have maintained the front?

They are now scattered to the two wings.

And the team scattered to the two wings was not elite, and when they saw the big brothers of the Chinese army throwing away the weapons in their hands one after another, they ran away with their shields like darts, and they all lost their fighting spirit.

They cowered in their fighting positions, and some even fled with the routing Chinese army.

And the soldiers who did not leave the rout were also surrounded by those ferocious Hope swamp people.

Although they still have the advantage of numbers, they are as weak and helpless as rabbits caught by wolves.

Holder had expected these troops, scattered on both flanks, to follow the Chinese army after throwing that round of iron spears, to surround Edward's army, and to increase the number of fighting soldiers by extending the battle line, so as not to add fuel to the war.

didn't expect that the plan was only halfway through the execution, and he was recognized by his opponent, but he was caught off guard.

If he wants to win this war, he can only rely on his generals to be able to rebuild the morale of the Chinese army, and then he can lead his own personal guards to make up for it.

Can.

Holder glanced at his relatives with some despair.

In the crowd, even if these famous nobles wear the heaviest armor, they are the fastest in the middle of the crowd.

They are such a maverick that they have become a beautiful scenery on the battlefield.

Seeing that Holder's face was gradually recovering a little blood, the soldier asked tentatively

"Lord Commander, will you lead us forward? Now only we can regain a few chances. ”

The family armed forces of the famous family that this pro-soldier refers to are almost less than two hundred people, and they are the few elites in the tribe who are not selected based on bloodline.

These soldiers were also war-hungry veterans who had gone through iron and blood to be elected, and even in such an unfavorable situation, their faces flashed with a bit of fanaticism.

Being able to fight and die for the people of a famous family is the highest honor for them.

Holder, on the other hand, simply looked into the distance.

The gray wolf's head turned his gaze on the battlefield at this moment.

There was no ecstasy at the victory, and there was no concern for the casualties.

Holder touched his thick bearskin coat and shivered fiercely.

He knew he had made a terrible mistake, and that was to underestimate his enemies.

He slowly turned behind him and gave his last order as the commander of the most famous family.

"Tell them to surrender, we don't need to fight any longer. ”

When he said this, two lines of tears flowed from his fat face at some point.

"The glory of the famous family for more than ten years was ruined in my hands today. ”

As he muttered these words, he took out his sword from his waist.

The man of the Northland had never used a scabbard, and when he grabbed the glittering sword, he was about to stab it directly into his chest and abdomen.

But just as he was about to do so, several voices stopped him.

Holder looked at the familiar voices with some blankness, and standing in front of him were the elders of the family, one of whom was even his father.

It's just that the voices of these elders are full of pleading at this time.

"Holder, you can't just die like this?"

"In addition to you, there are so many people and tribes in the famous family to feed!"

"You should offer your sword to the master of the Hope Swamp, and not just die. ”

Offering your own sword to your own opponent?

Holder's fat face couldn't help but show a somewhat sarcastic smile.

He stopped what he was doing and looked up, wanting to see what high-sounding words the former majestic elders behind the scenes could still say now.

The elders thought it was a sign that Holder had once again surrendered to them.

So they began to talk nonsense.

In their mouths, Holder should have knelt down towards the aggressor, and even wept bitterly.

It is not impossible for him to submit to Edward's will for the time being on behalf of the famous family, and agree to support him as the leader of the Wiegand people who resist the invasion, or even become the king.

But in any case, he must also keep these tribes in the hands of the famous family, and keep the tent of the "North Sea Alliance".

An old man pointed to the sky and said, "This is the best and most effective system that this Wiegand people have ever built, and it should not be abandoned under any circumstances." He represented the interests of all Wiegand people and was reasonably safeguarded. ”

Holder fiddled with the sword in his hand.

Although he was a fat man, he was also a rare swordsman in the Wiegand tribe before he was thirty years old.

For all the memories he had, he seemed to have been doing some inexplicable business, being authorized by the men in front of him to do all sorts of things.

It seems that in the eyes of these old guys, they can manipulate the world just by hiding behind the scenes, and he is a more powerful tool in the hands of these old guys.

If he continues to be so "useful", it is still unknown whether he will be able to inherit their position one day.

But to this day, he can't help but think of such a passage.

There's nothing wrong with doing it once in a while.

After many years, this sharp divine weapon was once again stained with a bit of demonic red.

Only this time it was no longer the blood shed by those innocents, but the damned people that its owner wanted most in his heart.

"I'm sorry, several, and of course father, though you never considered me a son. But today I have to refuse your request. It's something I can't do. Of course, I will always be loyal to the 'famous family' and never forget to contribute more to it. ”

"But I think the biggest way to preserve the interests of the famous family is probably not to sacrifice my knees, that is meaningless to the king, what he wants most should be your head ......"

On the battlefield where fighting had ceased to exist, the soldiers of the famous family and the soldiers of Edward stood vigilantly in several incompatible parts.

Except for Edward's ironclad crocodile warriors, the rest of the soldiers looked no different from the famous soldiers, both in appearance and equipment.

Even if they didn't stand in two rows so distinctly, it would be a little difficult for their own generals to judge their differences.

A burly man walked through the middle of the battlefield.

As he crossed the lines of the fleeing soldiers, he felt the guilt they threw at him.

But more often than not, it's a deep boredom.

As a general of the troops, he naturally understood where this boredom came from.

They no longer want to fight with their own soldiers.

And that's why they can break up after a little resistance today.

He sympathized with the soldiers, but instead of stopping to reassure them, he walked straight through.

On the hillside on the side, some warriors from famous families stared at the head in his arms, some of them were angry and surprised, but more of them were puzzled and puzzled.

But it doesn't matter, because it's finally coming to an end.

At the other end of the battlefield, a tall man in a gray-robed wolf helmet walked through the battlefield from Cong.

The most rebellious soldiers made way for him on the road he had passed.

The man in white threw the heads of the old men in front of him.

Then he leaned down respectfully and rubbed a huge groove in the snow with his fat body.

He then raised his sword above his head and held it in front of Edward with both hands.

This means to be disposed of.

In the eyes of the man in white, he himself is the leader of the coalition of the famous family, and his status is very high, and he has killed those elders whose status is only above him, and he has sacrificed his sword as a warrior, and the man in front of him has no reason not to understand what he means.

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