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Thousands of meters apart, there are two armies that have already been put on display.

The two formations were arranged in roughly the same way, with the largest number of peasants standing in the center with spears at the front, mercenaries and archers lined up on either side, and at the end of the formation were heavily armored knights.

Clergy with crosses in their hands walked back and forth in front of these phalanxes, pointing their fingers to their chests and heads, praying for the blessings of these warriors who were about to enter the battlefield.

In the densest place of the military banner in the south, a group of noble barons in fine armor gathered around a noble old man with a pale beard, a beautiful armor inside, and a fox skin on the outside, pointing at the military array below from time to time.

This noble old man is naturally the protagonist who leads this battle - Count Lautz.

Count Lauzitz's deep gaze scanned over the battle array, and when he saw a group of people and horses with rose banners in the military array, he was slightly surprised: "Why are there so many farmers in the Gran Territory? Those farmers seem to be in the thousands, right?"

The county of Łódź owned by Count Lauzitz has a total of twelve baronies, and these twelve baronies have brought all the knights in the territory today, plus the knightly guards brought by Count Lauz himself, there are more than 150 knights in total, which is the core force.

In addition to the knights, there were also mercenaries recruited by Count Lauzitz himself and his subordinate barons, and there were more than 500 people, who belonged to the main force.

The rest were the peasant troops that served as cannon fodder, and Count Lauzitz did not bring the peasants, but the twelve barons under him brought some with them, a few of 1,200 and a few of 3,400, adding up to more than 3,000 people.

But it is very rare to have more than 1,000 strong farmers like Gran Ling.

You know, even the direct subordinate of Count Lausitz himself, it is very difficult to gather a thousand peasants, is it really as the rumor says: the Gran Territory has been rich and prosperous all these years?

"Lord Earl, this is all the peasants in my domain that can be gathered, and after this battle, a lot of land in my territory may be barren. Baron Connor stepped forward to explain.

"Baron Connor, aren't you going to call the fathers of all the children in the territory, and when the fathers of these children die, they will all go to the castle and call you father?" said the old arch-rival Baron Garcia, who was really more and more cowardly, and pinned the victory of this war on these large number of farmers.

"Baron Connor, I heard that the farmers in the Gran Collar are very good at farming, don't all die this time, I would like to ask a few Gran Collar farmers to go to my Joccan Collar to teach me those lazy farmers to farm. Baron Howard, who wasn't quite the right way from Baron Connor, laughed.

"Enough! go back and command your troops, the men and horses on the other side have already been dispatched, ready for battle!"

After hearing the sound of trumpets and drums from the opposite side, and seeing the opponent's military formation slowly moving forward, Count Lauzitz, who was older than the army, waved his hand.

"Yes, Lord Count!"

The barons instigated their horses one after another and returned to their respective command positions.

……

Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock.

The sound of war drums came from the rear of the army formation, and the rhythm of these two bangs indicated that the march was at a normal pace.

Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock.

The rhythm of the drums has increased, which means that the marching army in front of it is about to speed up.

Knock knock......

Until the drums stopped beating, two peasant armies less than fifteen meters apart, close at hand, broke out one after another with a burst of shouts!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

On the battle front, two ragged legions of peasants armed with spears collided.

"Kill!"

In the battle formation, Zhou Ming, who was in the middle of the first row of the third farmer team of the Gran Ling, after a roar, stepped forward with an arrow and accurately inserted the tip of the spear into the neck of a young man who might only be sixteen years old on the opposite side.

Burst!

Blazing blood with a fishy smell sprayed on Zhou Ming's body, Zhou Ming saw a trace of pain and despair in the young man's clear eyes, but he didn't have half a second to sympathize or hesitate, forcefully pulled out the spear stuck between his throat, and stabbed it directly into the abdomen of a thin farmer next to him, and raised the hardwood shield he held in his left hand to block the several spears that stabbed at him on the left.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Like all the farmers on the battlefield, Zhou Ming didn't have any thoughts in his heart at this time, only to keep killing, killing any enemy standing in front of him, whether he was a gray-haired old man or a young underage boy, there was only one word, kill!

"Five, six, seven...... Eight...... Nine"

In the battlefield where the enemy and the enemy were mixed together, Zhou Ming had already stabbed his spear into the bodies of nine people, all of them hit the vital points, and there was no one alive.

"Give back my brother's life!"

An angry roar came from behind him, and Zhou Ming, who was immersed in the fighting, suddenly fell into a trance, and suddenly remembered the young man who stabbed to death at the beginning, he looked at his eyes, shook his head and turned his head to see that a strong young man was holding a spear, stabbing at the back of his heart, and the tip of the spear was close at hand.

"My life is on the ......"

Just like many people behave at the last moment before a car accident, Zhou Ming forgot to dodge, and watched in a daze as the spear tip was getting closer and closer to him, about to pierce his body.

"Ryan dodge!"

A loud roar came, but it was Uncle O'Neill on the side, who stabbed the stout young man into the body with a spear, and the stout boy spit out a mouthful of blood, glared at Zhou Ming with an unwilling face, and fell to die.

"Uncle O'Neill, you saved my life!"

Zhou Ming, who was frightened for a while, came to Uncle O'Neill and said very gratefully.

"Kid, this is on the battlefield, not in a daze...... Poof!" Uncle O'Neill had barely finished his sentence when a spear pierced through his back, revealing his chest.

"Uncle O'Neill!"

Zhou Ming angrily threw the spear in his hand, pinned the sneak attacker to the ground, and stepped forward to hug Uncle O'Neill, who vomited a large blood clot in his mouth, tears burst out of his eyes.

"Uncle O'Neill, don't die, don't die!"

"Rai... Ryan, live...... For me, for me... Take care of ......" Before he finished speaking, Uncle O'Neill's body was weak, his eyes were wide open, and he said goodbye to the world.

"Uncle O'Neill, I'll definitely take care of your family!"

Zhou Ming closed Uncle O'Neill's eyes, picked up a spear from the side, his eyes were red, and he stabbed the spear into the bodies of one enemy after another as if he were crazy.

"Run!" "Run!" "We're all going to die!"

This tragic and bloody battle lasted only half an hour, and the peasants of Earl William, who were obviously inferior in numbers in the north, fled to the north after their morale collapsed in the face of huge casualties, and even were shot by their own archers in a panic, and most of them had to escape through the steep slopes on both sides.

Zhou Ming's peasant legion won by a large advantage, but before it was time to complete the task and leave the battlefield, the drums in the rear sounded again, and Zhou Ming and the other farmers had to reorganize their team and walk towards the mercenary corps of Earl William in the north.

"Whoosh ......"

The dense number of arrows thrown by the archers of the northern mercenaries from the high ground, after a certain degree of acceleration, penetrated with great penetrating power, and knocked down a large number of unprotected peasants.

Zhou Ming was lucky enough to pick up a shield, he blocked the shield in front of him, braved the rain of arrows, and rushed forward, and the hardwood shield in his hand had been inserted with more than a dozen arrows that revealed half of the body.

"Throw the axe!"

"Throw the javelin!"

After the axe-throwers and spear-throwers among the mercenaries threw the dense throwing axes and javelins at Zhou Ming's farmer team, Zhou Ming turned his head and was shocked to find that his side was full of teammates who fell in pools of blood, and even the hardwood shield in his hand was shattered by a flying axe, and his arms were swollen and numb.

"Kill!"

Looking at a group of mercenaries who were tall, short, fat and thin, holding knives, guns, halberds, axes and other various weapons, roaring and rushing towards him, Zhou Ming's scalp was numb, and he no longer had the heart to be a hero, he threw the spear in his hand, screamed and dodged all kinds of throwing weapons thrown from behind, pulled out his legs and fled desperately, and fled towards safety.

After more than ten years of insisting on running training, it finally played a little role on the battlefield at this moment, those mercenaries with iron weapons and heavy armor, after all, their physical strength was limited, and their speed gradually couldn't catch up with Zhou Ming, who was faster than a rabbit, so they had to give up the single goal of chasing him, and instead rushed to the mercenary corps of Count Lauzitz's side who rushed from the opposite side.

"It's safe, thank goodness! ”

After escaping to a safe area on the high ground, Zhou Ming, who hid in a bush and kept panting, waited for his heartbeat to slowly decrease, and then his eyes and gaze turned back to the battlefield that had not yet ended.