Most of the Swabian soldiers did not have time to react until the commander, who was about to take his horse to take him down, rode back and roared for the soldiers to turn around and break out, that they realized that they had fallen into a trap, and that the ambush they were suffering at this moment was the same thing they had used to deal with Burgundian reinforcements a few days earlier, and they had lifted a stone to hit themselves in the foot.

Although there was a leading command, it was too late. When more than 70 Swabian soldiers drew their weapons and tried to break through, more than 400 enemy soldiers had already blocked the exit of the river peninsula, even if the opponent was only a simple light infantry wearing ragged armor and holding an iron spear and short sword, but it could not stand the large number of people on the opposite side and the full preparation.

Commander Swabia's head was racing, and he was desperately trying to think of a countermeasure, but he could not do it for a while, so he could only send a small officer under his command to negotiate with the enemy on the opposite side in order to delay the time.

Gentleman and war etiquette were obviously not familiar words to the prisoner recruits who had just put on their robes and taken up arms, and when the three soldiers walked towards the 2nd Infantry Regiment of the Yona Frontier Regiment, which was blocking the retreat, it was the panicked bastard who shouted "Kill the enemy!" As a result, hundreds of prisoner recruits who were furious suddenly rushed towards the dozens of Schwabens who were blocked in the river.

Schwa himself didn't expect that the other party didn't talk about battlefield etiquette at all, but thinking about what he did a few days ago, he didn't seem to have the face to pick a thorn.

The enemy is at present, and there is no way out. Seventy or so Swabians are going to fight to the death, and if they're lucky, they might be able to break out a few.

However, they had just raised their swords and shields to meet the onslaught, when suddenly there was a buzzing sound behind them, and before Schwaben's head could be twisted, several trembling arrows were already stuck in his back

The baggage convoy that had been pursued by the Swabians suddenly changed its appearance, and out of the felt-covered wagons came out of the thirty crossbowmen armed with crossbows and a dozen soldiers in tight leather armor, and the convoy was full of hidden soldiers except for the last wagon, which was loaded with food and weapons and armor.

The transformation between the wolves and the lambs is a matter of moments.

At this moment, Hans, the recruit who was in front of the battle, was very heroic, not only because his squadron leader, Commander Regg, was carrying the broad axe that was enough to split him in half to supervise the formation, but also because the number of soldiers around him was six or seven times more than the other side, and three or four people might not be able to beat the other party, but it was a little too much to say that six or seven could not be defeated.

The sheer superiority of the numbers, the sharp edge of the back, and the lucrative gains promised before the battle were enough for Hans to fight for his life.

Before the war, the commander of the legion, Lord Odo, had already made it clear that the enemy killer on the battlefield would be rewarded with a bag of beer, a pound of bacon, and the most important thing was that after killing the enemy, the killer could possess the enemy's weapons and armor.

Hans felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, his mouth was dry, his whole body trembled, his scalp was numb, this violent reaction of his body made him feel more and more excited, the short spear in his hand was raised flat, the soles of his feet were getting faster and faster as if the wind was born, the tattered leather armor swayed up and down, the curved short spear rose and fell, and in a short time he rushed from the back to the front, but he never ran too fast, for all his courage and confidence came from the large group of companions beside him, They are like an impregnable wall, which makes people feel safe enough.

The crossbowmen at the end of the river were still firing their arrows, and Schwaz himself had drawn a dozen men to deal with the crossbowmen on the other side of the river, leaving the target in front to shrink again. Fifty paces away, Hans aimed at a Swabian soldier who looked like a Swabian soldier in iron armor, the brand new armor was bright enough and the defense was also visible to the naked eye, if he could get the armor and the hammered round shield in the hand of the armor owner and the fine iron short sword at his waist, the chances of survival in the following battle would be greatly increased.

One hundred steps turned into fifty steps, fifty steps became twenty, Hans began to raise the short spear in his hand, because the shaft of the short spear was slightly bent, Hans had to raise it a little so that the tip of the spear was aimed at the Swabian soldier with the nose of the wine trough, and it could be seen that the Swabian soldier's body was trembling, which made the last trace of worry in Hans's heart slowly dissipate. Desktop:

Twenty steps were coming, and Hans opened his mouth with rotten teeth, saliva squeezed out between his teeth by a roar. Mobile:

Since the force was not in a straight line, Hans's curved spear was blocked by the Swabian soldier's round shield, and Hans was also knocked aside by the impact inertia of the great force.

Hans was not alone in staring at the new armor and heavy shield of the scythe, and at the moment Hans was dismissed, two other infantrymen with scythes and staples had already pounced on the fellow, and three other soldiers who had strode in stride had joined the band.

Seeing that the Swabian soldier had been annihilated by the mountain of people, the red-faced Hans got up from the ground, looked at the head of the Swabian soldier who was pressed to the ground and struggled desperately, aimed at his neck that had just stretched out, pounced and opened his bloody mouth, and bit the throat of the Swabian soldier at once

The battle is over, and the blood of the new recruits of the Jonah Frontier Garrison Legion, who have just turned into wolves, begins to cool down.

After the blood came fear and repentance. With the exception of a few who were already bloodthirsty maniacs, most of the prisoners who had killed for the first time in a frenzy could not hold back, trembling, vomiting, crying, or being silent and glazed

Hans belonged to the latter group, and he sat motionless beside the corpse that had been pierced into his throat by his fangs, and the black-red drops of blood were dripping from the corners of his mouth.

One of the brave soldiers who had just joined the warband had already scavenged the corpse with a broken neck, and he picked up a brand new set of full-body armor and threw it at Hans, "Man, you're really an animal!" Alright, you were killed, so the armor is yours, but the hammer shield and the dagger and the armor inside him must be divided equally between us, and you wouldn't have been able to bite off his neck if we hadn't pressed him. ”

Seeing that Hans still looked demented, the daring soldier did not continue to pester, "My name is Burry, you can call me Butcher." I'm a cattle killer and occasionally a murderer. ”

With that, Burry the Butcher swung his hammer twice and picked up a set of cotton armor stained with human blood and incontinence and urine, and walked towards the river.

Squadron Leader Rig, who had commanded the veterans and daring recruits to clear the battlefield, walked up to Hans with a long-handled battle axe and a small round shield in skin.

Thump!

Rig lifted up and kicked Demented Hans in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

"Who are you pretending to be stupid? Soft eggs, remember that you owe two more lives! Rig smashed the tomahawk and shield into Hans's body, then turned around and walked away.

Hans was awakened by this kick, his pupils began to converge, his dull gaze regained his vigor, and his blurred vision gradually became clear.

A violent fishy stench surged from Hans's throat into his nose -

"Lord Odo, the battlefield has been cleared, and it is estimated that sixty-six enemy soldiers were annihilated in this battle, including one enemy cavalry who returned to help, three people were washed away by diving, one person escaped, and six people surrendered, including one leading knight and two probationary knights. Our troops lost seven killed and five seriously wounded. ”

"The remaining cavalry of the enemy has fled, it should be back to the lair, the heavy infantry team that attacked the enemy's lair should have been successful, Chief Colin has selected more than forty elite drivers to reinforce the heavy infantry team, according to the captured probationary knights, they still have about twenty soldiers left behind in the lair and looted goods." The literate baggage officer of the 2nd Regiment commanding the camp excitedly reported to Odo about the situation on the battlefield, and the annihilation of an elite enemy army at a very small cost was in itself a thing worth exciting.

In this kind of battle, the number of enemy kills on the battlefield is no longer a matter of Odo's interest, and he looked up and asked, "What are the captures?"

The official picked up a piece of birch bark in his hand, and simply listed a string of numbers on it, "Lord Odo, three sets of plate chain mail and full-body chain mail captured in this battle were all captured from those knights, twenty-one sets of armor, five sets of half-body plate armor, nineteen sets of half-body chain mail, fifty-three sets of cotton armor and leather armor and armed clothing, sixty-seven sets of full-helmet, half-helmet and saucer helmets, more than two hundred pieces of various long and short weapons, clothes, combat boots and fragmentary military funds have not yet had time to be counted. In addition to the weapons and armor, about half of the weapons and armor were divided by the soldiers who killed the enemy and made meritorious contributions. ”

"By the way, there is also a war horse, but the recruits cut their front legs, and it is estimated that they will not be able to fight."

Otto suddenly turned around and glanced at the war horse lying in the distance, and scolded, "That bastard cut the war horse?" Wasn't it all around at that time? Why do you still have to chop off a horse's leg? ”

The officer scratched his head, "The recruits don't know how to deal with the cavalry, and the enemy cavalry is very stubborn, and the soldiers cut off the horse's legs in a hurry to throw the enemy cavalry down~"

"A group of guys who don't know the weight of the weight, do you know that war horses are more expensive? Medic, let the Medic go and see if you can heal it! Odo beckoned his guards to take the healers to treat the horses.

"Lord Odo, how do you distribute the rest of the weapons and armor?" The clerk asked again.

After a moment's thought, Oduo replied: "The warriors who killed the enemy have already been given a lot of weapons and armor, and the remaining armaments plus the armaments captured from the enemy's lair in a while, your baggage squad will roughly piece together eighty sets (reduced allocation), and each flag team will be divided into ten sets of armaments, so that the flag captains can then distribute them to those soldiers who are more brave in battle according to their battlefield performance."

The baggage officer immediately took a charcoal rod and wrote down a few words on the birch bark.

A flag captain who was in charge of disposing of the captives walked over, bowed to Odo, and asked, "Lord Odo, what about these captives?"

Otto glanced at the few Swabian soldiers kneeling on the bank of the river and the three lords who would rather die than kneel, and replied: "Those three knights are bound and brought back to the Chinese army to dispose of, and the remaining few enemy soldiers let the recruits who have not been on the battlefield today each go up and cut a sword and stab them twice, so that everyone will have some blood." They have been baptized by God, and it is time to wash them with the blood of war. ”

"Yes!"

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Chapter 340: Bloody Baptism