The barracks in Payne Town is actually Baron Charles's castle, because this army is his personal army, and it is completely under his orders.

Ulrik, the king of the Kingdom of Sarion, is more like a famous monarch here.

When Zhang Yang came to this barracks, the first thing he was attracted to was the slick stone avenue and the drainage ditches on both sides, in this era when the streets were all dung pits, such infrastructure was even more rare than the castle.

Along the stone road, there is a stone city wall that is almost more than six meters high, and the level of craftsmanship and solidity of the construction is definitely not comparable to the outer wall of Payne Town.

The patrols on it were all very elite soldiers, the worst of them were wearing chain mail or iron armor, and even one was wearing steel plate armor, which was terrifying.

Bypassing this section of the city wall, the front suddenly opened up, and a military camp and training ground about the size of a hundred acres appeared in front of Zhang Yang.

It is a rectangular area, and on the side of the fort are built three two-story stone buildings, on which are hung the coat of arms of the Charles family, which resemble an eagle.

On the training ground, there were more than 200 recruits gathering on one side, more than 30 archers in chain armor practicing archery on the other side, and dozens of tough veterans fighting with weapons near the building.

Farther away, about two dozen horsemen were jogging in small steps.

At this point, Zhang Yang has almost estimated the armed forces of Baron Charles.

About 5 lion knights, 10~15 Sarion knights, more than 30 knights, no more than 10 Sarion halberds, about three Sarion Janissaries, more than 20 Sarion swordsmen, more than 10 Sarion marksmen, more than 20 Sarion armed marksmen, more than 20 Sarion armed infantry, and then there are recruits.

With such force, there is no problem in guarding the fortress of Payne Town and the Charles family, but it is a little thin if it is fought outside.

It's no wonder that Baron Charles didn't hesitate to force the recruitment at all this time, after all, this is not a game, people are not cabbage, and they can be planted soon after a dead stubble.

There are more than a dozen villages under the town of Payne, all of which are fiefs of the knights under Baron Charles, and recruiting too many men is a disaster for the farmland.

"Either because the front line is tight, or because the war with the Daxia is profitable, otherwise this baron should not be so aggressive. ”

Zhang Yang thought to himself, and others were also arranged into the recruit sequence.

It's just that among all the recruits, he is definitely a freak, after all, he is the only one who is equipped with sophisticated weapons and equipment, and even the soldiers who led the way before did not dare to shout at him.

Waiting was boring, but we could only wait, until the cavalry chasing the Cato returned, and it was time for dinner, and each recruit was given a piece of black bread and a bowl of black vegetable soup, but the food of those veterans was good, and there was meat, and the more elite veterans, such as the first rank of the Praetorian Guard, the first rank of knights, could go to the castle for dinner, and there was wine to drink, and women to enjoy, which was really enviable.

After supper, I slept on the spot, and there were no barracks, no mattresses, until dawn.

Only then did the scribes slowly distribute weapons to the recruits, and they were even exempted from registration.

There will be no armor or anything, not to mention leather armor, cotton armor, cloth armor, and two weapons per person, either a spear and a wooden shield, or a wood knife and a wooden shield, and if you are lucky, you may be able to get a rusty long sword.

Zhang Yang only got a spear, because he had a large round shield, which made many recruits extremely envious, but they would always be envious.

After the weapons were distributed, there was no breakfast, no lectures, nothing, and the recruits were driven out like a flock of sheep, and no one knew where their fate would go except all the way east.

Three days later, the army had traveled more than 200 miles, which was actually very fast.

On the fourth day, a friendly army converged into the marching sequence, Baron Forcher, the total strength of his troops was about three hundred men, but the proportion of recruits was only half, and the most impressive thing was that Baron Forcher's army was followed by more than thirty caravans, which showed some autumn eyewaves from time to time, which made the soldiers very excited, and even forgot the hard work of the march.

Unfortunately, such happiness was destined to be short-lived, and the battle came without warning.

Or perhaps not without warning, the route of Baron Charles's troops has never hesitated to change in the past few days, which shows that the objective is clear, and the herald cavalry with the flag on their backs has passed by from time to time, indicating the urgency of the battle.

And even today's rendezvous with Baron Forschel's army shows that the destination is somewhere ahead, either the rallying point of the major lords of the kingdom or the place where the battle is taking place.

Obviously, the truth lies in the latter, and under the gentle and bright sunlight of the afternoon, a thick black smoke rises on the other side of the mountain, but it is definitely not the wolf smoke of the message, but more like the flames of siege warfare.

The battlefield should still be fifty miles away.

And then at such moments, the armies of Baron Charles and Baron Forcher were sniped.

Zhang Yang that these recruits were walking in the middle and back of the line, and he only heard the sound of feathered arrows breaking through the air, and then there was a terrible scream like killing a pig.

The air, which had been filled with the smell of flowers and grass a moment ago, suddenly turned bloody.

One person's fear is just fear, and the fear of hundreds turns into despair.

Who would have imagined that a big man would scream so harshly?

Confusion, incomparably chaotic, everyone was shouting, they didn't know why, they could only see each other's pale faces and round eyes, and if the angle was right, they could see their little tongues that kept quivering.

Hey, a little distracted.

But Zhang Yang's reaction was still the fastest, and when a dozen recruits were trampled under his feet and wailing because of the chaos and crowding, he had already jumped out of the queue, leaned against a large rock, and it only took him three seconds to roughly figure out the situation on the battlefield.

At some point, the enemy lurked on the hill to the west of the road, which was lush with trees and weeds, making it the best place to ambush.

However, there were not many enemies on it, at most a few dozen archers, and dozens of infantry capable of throwing javelins and darts, but their sudden attack did blind this army.

In this short period of time, there were almost dozens of casualties.

Then, they launched a charge, a water of black armor, black cloak, long swords, shields like a city, only a few dozen people charged with a whirlwind of death, that kind of cold killing intent, so that most of the recruits collapsed directly.

"Daxia Sword Saint?"

When these four words popped up in Zhang Yang's eyes, he knew that the Daxia people were crazy.

A total of 32 Daxia Sword Saints and 15 Scorpio Assassins charged to the death under the cover of 50 Daxia war archers.

They will definitely inflict heavy losses on the armies of Baron Charles and Baron Forschel, but they will also be completely annihilated, this kind of madness is simply a dead soldier.

You know, these are all the most advanced classes.

Among them, the 45-level class of the Daxia Sword Saint, and the Daxia Scorpion Assassin are 50-level troops, with a strength of about C and C+, compared to Zhang Yang's current level 6, what a!

So he could only hide behind the stones, watching the heads rolling in front of him, and the broken arms flying, fortunately, the friendly troops finally reacted, and the two barons and the knights, senior soldiers, and veterans in the army shouted one after another, sorted out the formation, and launched a counterattack.

However, this is halfway up the mountain, although the mountain is not very steep, but the cavalry can't rush up, the most important thing is that those Daxia Sword Saints and Scorpio Assassins have already entered the formation, these guys work intensively, shield array, knife mang, together like a concrete mixer, no matter how many people fill it up, it is in vain.

It's horrible.

Finally, led by two Salionite Janissaries, twelve Salion's halberders formed the first wave of counterattack.

The long knife slashed, but only a dull sound could be heard from the dark and heavy steel shield, and a magical rune pattern flashed, and the Sarion Praetorian Guard holding the shield easily unloaded the force of the slash, and at the same time violently counterattacked, breaking through the defense of a Daxia sword saint on the opposite side, and the long sword in his right hand stabbed out like lightning, killing with one blow.

This is a level 55 top class, and its strength is equivalent to B-, but unfortunately there are too few.

But the 12 Salion halberders behind him made up for this shortcoming, and they were extremely heavy, and the nearly three-meter-long heavy halberd could be wielded, even the shield wall formed by the Daxia Sword Saint could be split.

After a few seconds, the death blender from the Daxia finally came to a standstill, and a tidal wave of Salion soldiers swarmed from all directions, and their own archers began to suppress the Daxia archers' fire.

It was at this time that Zhang Yang threw away his broken wooden spear and pulled out a brand-new wooden spear from his back.

Well, during the intervals of the last three days of marching, he did not do nothing, but patiently cut five wooden spears with a knife.

Of course, not only that, in order to prevent his body from being unsuitable for throwing wooden spears, he had to practice dozens of times every night while he was unraveling the tuba.

With his memory skills, the level of this throwing is also a quick recovery, and up to now, in the evaluation given by the wanderer system, his throwing weapon proficiency has reached 200 points, and he can basically fix the target within fifty meters, and hit 100 shots.

"Can you simulate their health bars for me?"

Zhang Yang asked, and in the next moment, blood bars appeared on the top of the heads of those Daxia Sword Saints and Scorpio Assassins.

"Good dog!"

Zhang Yang was overjoyed, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention around, he flashed, one throw, 45 meters away, a Daxia sword saint just killed a Sarion assault swordsman, but was suddenly chopped back by a Sarion halberd, even the armor was shattered, blood was spitting out of his mouth, and the blood bar on his head was only lost.

Then, with a bang, a wooden spear fell from the sky, directly harvesting the last trace of life of this Daxia Sword Saint!

"Cool!"

This kill is 450 experience points, which is only a little short of reaching level 7.

Retracting behind the big stone, Zhang Yang pulled out the second wooden spear again, changed the position angle, observed the surroundings, and after a few seconds, locked on to a target again, this time it was a Daxia scorpion assassin, if it was face-to-face, such a simple attack would not be put in the eyes of the other party at all, but now, he could only end up with hatred.

550 XP.

Upgrade!