After the first skirmish of contact warfare, the third day came in an instant.

Although the Wiegand broke the Earl's plan for a raid, their small defeat in the field ultimately led to their inability to drive the Earl away completely.

This led the Earl to choose a mountain forest outside the Weggen garrison as his garrison, so that the movements of the Weegand tribe were in the Earl's hands.

Although the Count's soldiers arrived in a hurry and did not carry much supplies, time was still on the side of the Great Prus.

For no other reason, the tribe of the Wiegand people is still scattered, although they have a slight advantage in numbers for the time being, but they do not have the slightest reinforcements behind them, that is, they are a force with no stamina, and behind the "fox" count is the army of the empire.

As the sun rose on the third day, the sound of horses' hooves broke the deadlock between the opposing camps of the Wiegand and Grand Prus.

After a brief understanding of the other party's armament, Knight Sword invited the little emperor to watch the ceremony with great interest.

"Your Majesty, when I was at the palace, I promised you that one day I would let you see something more interesting than hunting, and now is the time for me to fulfill my promise. For the sake of your faithful servant, Your Majesty. ”

Naturally, Pelis had nothing to do, and with the support of the two Kingdom Guards, he slowly climbed down from the palanquin. But to Perlis's embarrassment, from the perspective of both sides of the battle, the Empire's army belonged to the battlefield of the back attack.

His Majesty Peris, who was not yet fourteen years old, was nowhere near tall enough to observe the battlefield in the lower terrain.

Looking at the seemingly unclimbable hill and the tall generals standing around him, the smile on the little emperor's face gradually froze, and a pair of eyes slowly rose with anger, as if he wanted to burn everything around him to the same height as him.

Sword felt a little headache, he was originally well-intentioned, but he didn't expect to have to endure such an embarrassing situation at this moment. And the order to storm has indeed been issued, the soldiers have already taken up the offensive posture, and it is estimated that the collision of the vanguard has almost begun.

If the war unexpectedly stalemates because the commander is not present, I am afraid that it will become the biggest joke of the entire empire.

Now, the affairs of the North Sea Kingdom have spread to the entire empire's commercial network with the big-mouthed merchants, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the street vendors in Abbasquia will know that there is a general named Sword in the empire who has ordered an attack on his allies.

When all eyes are on him, any flawed element of what he has done will be magnified, and instead his deeds will not be recognized.

Just when everyone was sweating on their foreheads, the little emperor found a solution for himself.

The fire in his eyes seemed to have been extinguished as if a large basin of cold water had been poured on him.

"Come over here, big man, yes, it's the two of you, come here. ”

The little emperor pointed to the two palace guards and said

"Lift me up, won't I be taller than all of you?"

Hearing this, the guard looked at Field Marshal Sword with some embarrassment.

They did not dare to disobey the emperor, but this was also not in line with the emperor's etiquette.

These things were supposed to be overseen by the monks, but now in the swamps of the Northlands, not in the palace hill of Abbasquia. Therefore, such trivial matters are also under the jurisdiction of the general.

And Sword had already tilted his head elsewhere.

On the front line, on the battlefield.

A large Prussian light infantry had already rushed to the bottom of the Weegand hill fort, and they met the Weegand spears and launched the first round of the attack.

The light infantry in the Great Pruss Legion had two weapons, spears and bows, but at this time, the Wiegand people were on the hill fort, and the less powerful bows and arrows did not play their due role at all, so the warriors on both sides chose to throw spears as their weapons for the first round.

The Imperial army, though well-trained, was relative to cavalry and moderately armored infantry, for which they did not seem to be as qualified as the Wiegand hunters.

The few spears that the Great Prus had barely thrown seemed to have no effect at all, but the Wiegand spears were fast and fierce, and in three rounds of attacks inflicted great damage on the light infantry of the Great Prus, and the original team of about four or five hundred men could afford to drop thirty or forty unfortunate corpses, and quickly fled back to the camp.

They left behind their fallen comrades and rushed in the direction of the camp.

Although this was also part of the project plan, such an ugly record also made the generals of the empire feel a little disgraced, but Ward, who climbed on the neck of the palace guard, watched with relish.

He wrapped his feet around the guard's neck, and his free hands kept gesturing.

"Hit it! Rush up and beat them! You cowards, why are you retreating!"

"Tell those cowards that if you can't take a few Wiegand heads, you don't have to come back!"

The eyelids of several knights standing beside the emperor couldn't help jumping several times in a row, but in the end, one knight rushed to the front.

His presence undoubtedly caused some confusion in the Empire's original offensive deployment.

The second echelon, which was originally ready to charge, was forcibly intercepted, and the first echelon, which had already consumed a lot of physical strength, rose up again.

They didn't want to continue the attack, but the knight pulled out his two-handed sword on his back.

This was originally a sharp weapon used by the Imperial knights to kill and injure their enemies, but now it is used on their own people.

The soldiers dared not speak in anger, so they tightened their teeth, raised their spears, and secretly thought of Sardin's blessing in their hearts, and roared again and rushed towards the Weygan city.

The knight who went to supervise the battle was originally standing on the land full of soldiers, and he was the only one left, which made his back look from a distance, always a little lonely.

In order to satisfy His Majesty's desire to see the Weygans bloodied, the light infantry rushed closer than they had just charged, and used heavier iron javelins.

Several Wiegand fighters were hit on the earthen wall. Their bodies were infused with the huge kinetic energy transmitted from the iron spear, and one of them was unstable and fell directly from it.

Although it is unknown what happened to the soldiers who fell to the rear, the soldiers who fell to the front died completely.

After falling off the wall, they had no chance to climb back, and even before they could breathe, the warriors of the Great Prussia had already sent their weapons to their vital point.

If the enemy on the city wall can't reach it, can't it be under the city wall?

But for these soldiers, who had reaped some gains, the casualties were far greater than they had won.

In this war, more than half of the soldiers were never able to withdraw to the position of the main battalion.

Sardinia failed to bless them.

The monks who accompanied the army read silently.

Perhaps, they will suffer less after death......

In any case, the little emperor was quite pleased with the performance of these light infantry, and it seemed that he cared not so much about the casualties of his subjects as he cared more about the outcome of the war.

He clapped his hands and laughed:

"Look, I think these soldiers can do better, and sure enough, they are real warriors themselves, they just need someone to push them in the back. ”

"All the soldiers who can come back alive will be rewarded! This is the treatment of heroes!"

The Emperor spoke again, but instead of flattering the Emperor's points as before, the Sward Knight tightened the reins in his hand.

A second group of soldiers followed.

In the Imperial arrangement, they were better armed and outnumbered than the soldiers who charged for the first time, which was somewhat psychologically oppressive to the Weegand warriors, who had been somewhat disarmed in battle.

The fighters of the second round did not carry many ranged weapons, but they wore shields. Unlike the broad shields of the Cyprus Legion, these soldiers from the Abbasquia region were more of a combination of long shields and short and medium swords, and of course, some of them had a scimitar that did not match it.

Moreover, among the troops, there were many nobles who pressed into the middle of the formation, although they did not ride horses, but they wore the same armor that was not afraid of bone spears, and these people were the backbone, which made the army more powerful.

The Wiegand warriors were a little remorseful.

When the Great Purus people swarmed up, the iron spear that was not much in reserve in the tribe had already been thrown away, and now the armored soldiers of the Great Purus used it, although the bone spear was enough, but it was inferior in armor-piercing ability, and the casualties caused to the Great Purus army were quite limited.

Several Wiegand armor generals looked at the big Pruce who were rushing up, and finally couldn't bear the pressure in their hearts anymore.

The closer they got to the walls, the less terrain the Wiegand had to make, even if they had to make their own decisions in order to better defend the city.

"Kill all those Southerners!!"

"Kill them all!!"

A group of warriors with bear's heads suddenly emerged from the horns of the city walls, and with the unique battle cry of the Wiegand people, these elite warriors of the Wiegand finally appeared.

With huge axe blades in their hands and thick three-layer animal skin armor on their bodies, they were the real killer of the Wiegand people in their tribal period.

Relying on the brute force almost like that of brown bears, they rushed out of the city gates, and even in the face of several times the great Prussian infantry, they could not stop them from charging in the slightest.

A group of tribal warriors followed behind these bear-headed warriors, providing them with a variety of spears to support them on the battlefield.

It has to be said that among the many weapons, both the Great Prus and the Wiegand loved spears, whether they were used to hunt wild beasts or fight enemies on the battlefield, they were the best choice.

More and more Wiegand people poured out of the gate. There is a tendency for them to surpass the infantry of the Great Prus.

More Wiegand warriors chose to climb down the walls and follow in the footsteps of the bear-headed warriors. These Great Pruses were noticeably more interested in fighting their enemies in the wilderness than in the battles of attacking and defending cities.

General Nonno stood behind the crowd and shook his head in frustration.

The city seems to have been prepared in advance, but they are not even prepared for the easily available stone and rolling logs, which are widely available to defend the city, which shows that they really have not fought an interactive war to attack and defend the city.

It made him feel a little useless.

He ordered the soldiers to slowly withdraw from the front line, and continued to extend the width of the battlefield.

Of course, this also requires very good command skills, after all, the battlefield is full of chaos, and it is difficult to make it difficult for soldiers to hear your command, let alone so that they can understand the meaning of the marshal.

It's just that as the battle line widens day by day, it becomes more and more difficult to maintain it, especially the dozens of bear warriors who rush to the front, as if they are in and out of no man's land, just from the battle line, this adds a lot of difficulty to the Great Prussians.

Fortunately, bear hunting is not a new activity for the Great Prus.

The leader of the Wiegand tribes, wielding a broad-bladed axe in his hand, led his own soldiers to the slaughter. He was not a man of ignorance, but it was the first time he had encountered such a strong enemy as the Great Pruth.

I have to say that although these Great Pruos don't seem to be very battle-hardened, the resilience of the troops is not bad, and under normal circumstances, if it is another Wiegand tribe, as long as you find their leader and then cut off their leader's head, the battle is over.

But like the Great Prussian, with no end in sight, he simply had no idea where to start.

Just as the leader made such an exclamation, what he didn't have time to notice was that he was already a little far away from the tribe.

And the soldiers in front of him were split in half like the waves of a great ship, only blocking his back and wings.

The vision in front of him suddenly widened, but the leader's mood was as if he had fallen into a glacier.

He hesitated in confusion.

As a leader, he had superhuman insight, and he knew that the creatures riding on which the people standing in front of him were called "horses".

But in his memory, it seemed to be a tool for pulling a cart.

He continued to raise his perspective, and what appeared before him was a large field of banners, which suddenly appeared in this world of only silver and gray, as if they were from another world.

The chief's eyes were wide, but his legs shivered a little disobediently, as if it were instinctive fear.

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