Swabian Army Commander Randy? Feng? Count Hoffmann was not promoted to the earl by his father, as an upstart who rose to the throne by virtue of his troubled military exploits, he did not have those almost pedantic notions of etiquette, and everything he did was at the bottom of the aristocracy's tolerance.

Fighting with such an opponent was under pressure, and the collision between the two conspirators would never be exciting, so the conspiracy battlefield that Art had been preparing for several days did not start as he had envisioned.

After the trumpets of both sides blew the war drums and thundered, there was no spectacular scene of a thousand troops and a hundred horses charging on one side, and Randy believed what Art said in his declaration of war, and he sent a team to charge into battle, this so-called team is called the captive.

Swabian was in the country for months, and there was absolutely no shortage of prisoners, neither civilians nor soldiers.

Sixty or seventy Swabian prisoners of civilian soldiers were tied with sesame oil-soaked flax ropes, and then the Swabian crossbowmen were forced to run in two columns towards the gap in the dense forest below, and the slightest hesitation of the captives was knocked down by the arrows fired by the Swabian crossbows

It was late autumn, and the captives, still dressed in the tattered clothes they had been captured months earlier, were crying and screaming towards the dense forest breach under the threat of arrows nailed to their backs.

The captives were about to approach the gap a hundred paces, and fifty paces further into the area of the trap set by the Burgundian army.

"This group of damn Swabian mongrels is really insidious enough to use our people to step on the trap we have set!" Hans looked at the Burgundians, crying and howling, running or being shot down, and his hand clenching the tomahawk turned white.

Hans, who had just been transferred to the Deadpool team, stood in the front row of the formation, and with him was the butcher named Burry, who was now carrying a heavy hammer and spitting nervously through the gap between the two commanders' horses.

Like Hansbury, they instinctively rushed to anger at the sight of their fellow villagers being driven by the Swabians like cattle, especially since among the captives were most likely their countrymen or even relatives.

There was a slight movement in the military formation.

At the front of the gap, the two commanders, Yat and Odo, immediately stepped forward, their personal guards standing on both sides with heraldic flags.

The two commanders didn't seem to have the slightest fear that the captives would break the elaborate trap.

"Crossbow team, fifty steps ahead, ready to shoot!" Art ordered the herald beside him.

The herald immediately raised a banner with a crossbow pattern painted on it and waved it, shouting loudly: "Crossbow team, fifty paces ahead, ready to shoot!"

"Crossbow team, fifty steps ahead, ready to shoot!" The soldiers around Arter who heard the order shouted their orders.

The thirty crossbowmen of the crossbow team immediately drew a light arrow from the arrow stuck in the ground in front of them and put it on the bowstring.

"My lord? These captives don't step on traps, are we going to spare their lives? "Otto also instinctively sympathizes with those who are miserable to him, let alone his own people who are helpless and unarmed.

Art looked at the captives who were getting closer and closer to the front of the battle, and said coldly: "They have found the way for the enemy and have become our enemies. What's more, you can't guarantee that they are really all captives of the enemy, if I were that old thing like Randy, I would mix in with these captives some warriors who are not afraid of death, rush into the enemy line with short knives, stab them to death while the enemy is kind, and then disrupt the enemy line and charge! ”

"Stop moving forward and flee to the sides or shoot!" Art still intended to leave the captives alive.

"Stop moving forward and flee to the sides or shoot!"

"Stop moving forward and flee to the sides or shoot!" Hans shouted.

"Stop moving forward and flee to the sides or shoot!" Burry shouted as well.

The heralds beside Art led the two dozen or so Deadpools nearby to shout desperately.

The shouts of twenty people were separated by a distance of fifty or sixty paces, and the prisoners could definitely hear them clearly in the quiet battlefield where the fierce battle had not yet begun, and sure enough, one or two of the clever and fearful prisoners understood the shouts from the other side, stopped sixty steps in front of the formation, and then glanced left and right a few times, and ran towards the left flank with a twist, and the bow and crossbow of the Swabian behind him did not have time to shoot.

Five or six men fled to the flanks, but most of them ran desperately to their own troops, instinctively running towards what they thought was safe.

After taking fifty steps, dozens of black shadows suddenly appeared diagonally above, slowly turning into black dots, and then becoming sharp blades nailed into the chest of the brain.

Thirty-one light arrows knocked down five or six people at once.

The captives were frightened, and they would be shot by the Swabians if they stopped or retreated, and the Burgundians would be shot if they were forward, and the impatient captives began to learn from the previous few men to flee to the wings, but the Swabian crossbowmen who had come back to their senses had already aimed at their sides, and most of the guys who had run earlier had been shot because they couldn't run fast with their hands tied behind their backs.

The captives had gone mad, roaring and rushing towards where Arte was, perhaps instinctively, and they always felt that their comrades should always have a little sympathy and kindness to them.

However, there was nothing aimed at them but arrows

"Lord Earl, none of the captives have fallen into the trap, and it seems that there should be no trap pits in front of them. But those Burgundians are bastards enough to shoot their own! On the gentle slope opposite the gap, the army adviser beside Count Landy looked at the Burgundian captives who fell under the rain of arrows from his own people, and couldn't help but express a few words of emotion.

The commander of the Swabian army, Count Landy, calmly looked at the tragedy at the bottom of the gentle slope, and replied casually: "It seems that the enemy commander thought that I had planted a broken wall nail among the prisoners who were treading the road, and ordered to shoot them indiscriminately in order not to be in danger." Originally, I did plan to use this trick, but now it seems that fortunately it is useless, otherwise I will have to lose a group of elite dead soldiers. ”

"Lord Earl? Do you let the cavalry charge? The adjutant beside Randy asked, seeing that the last few captives had rushed to the enemy line, and were pushed to the ground by the infantry that had escaped from the enemy line.

Being able to run in front of the enemy without any success at least means that there are few or no traps on the front.

Randy raised his hand to stop the adjutant, "No hurry! He himself admitted that the battlefield was full of traps, and I did not think that the front was as calm as we had seen, and that according to the enemy detected by the outposts, they still had an infantry that never appeared, and I suspect that they were ambushed in the dense forest on both flanks. ”

"Jeffrey! Where's Jeffrey? Randy turned his head and shouted twice into the crowd behind him.

"Lord Earl, Baron Jeffrey is leading the troops to escort the right flank." The adjutant replied to Randy.

"Who told him to flank? We're on the offensive side, we don't need him to defend the flanks, bring Jeffrey to me. Randy knew that the timid Baron of the Frontier would not dare to face the same foe that had ravaged him to pieces.

After a long time, the adjutant brought Jeffrey, the lord of Biltenberg, who acted obscenely.

"Jeffrey, do you recognize the heraldic flag on the other side?" Landi spoke with contempt.

Jeffrey quietly glanced up at the army under the gentle slope, and immediately retracted it, "Earl ~ Lord Earl, I know." ”

"Three years ago, he made you a laughing stock in the mouths of nobles, and now that the enemy is in front of you, I will give you a chance to regain your honor."

Jeffrey was scared by the heraldic flag, he really didn't want to provoke the other party, "Lord Earl, I~I~There are less than 100 people under my command, and they are all peasant soldiers~ I can't break through the enemy formation even if I rush up~"

"I knew you were a useless softass! Who made you charge? Do you see the dense forest on the right side of the gap? Take your men and show me around the woods. Go now! Count Landy yelled.

Jeffrey shuddered, but he was relieved to hear that it was only a sentry on the flanks and not in the front.

Tragedy was born.

Soon after Jeffrey led his 100 minions into the dense forest in two teams, the screams, roars, and curses did not stop

After a long time, Jeffrey's men retreated into the dense forest, but many were carried back by someone or carrying them.

When Jeffrey was carried to the Chinese army by his soldiers, there were still two spikes on the soles of his feet, and the spikes pierced through the footboards, so that Jeffrey didn't even have the courage to pull them out.

"Lord Earl, those mongrels are still cunning as usual, that dense forest is full of traps and pits, this step is a sharp stake and a deep pit, the next step is a lassoed bunge, and the next step is a spike on the ground under the fallen leaves, and there is not a heavy wood or stone thrown over the top of the head, ah~" Jeffrey screamed in pain as he described, trying to exaggerate the pain he was suffering.

Randy glanced at the clumsy guy in front of him in disgust, "Get out!" ”

Jeffrey fled as if he were leaving, his expression very brisk.

"Wait!" Randy immediately stopped the lucky Jeffrey.

"Jeffrey, call me all the people in your army who can still move to the Chinese position, and let them test the enemy's front again."

"The Earl's Guard sent someone to help Baron Jeffrey gather the soldiers who were not injured, and Baron Jeffrey will forget it, let him heal his foot injury with peace of mind."

Randy wasn't going to just start the charge, he was going to test the front of the enemy again

Looking at the forty or fifty soldiers sent to death again on the opposite side, Odo was a little puzzled, he leaned on the prisoners who were shot to the ground in front of the battle and were still struggling to die, and chuckled: "Randy, this old bastard is really timid, he has already tried it once, so he has to send us dozens of heads, this old bastard who doesn't know how to save."

As he spoke, more than forty Swabian infantry rushed into the gap army formation at a distance of 100 paces. It was the Swaben who were tempted this time, so the crossbowmen behind them followed, ready to cover the charge.

Forty Swabian soldiers raised their spears and shields and ran into a distance of eighty paces under the orders of the overseer, and the crossbowmen at the end of the formation behind Art began to throw arrows, and the Swabian soldiers raised their shields to block the rain of arrows, and the two unlucky fellows were nailed to a distance of seventy paces.

The Swabian crossbowmen behind the Swabian soldiers also began to shoot, and with the advantage of the slightly higher terrain, their arrows almost fell on the heads of the Deadpool team in front, and the Deadpool soldiers raised their shields to resist, and the guards of Art and Odo also rushed forward to block the arrows.

Forty or so Swabian soldiers had already rushed forty paces in front of the formation, but when they arrived, their pace suddenly slowed, and their eyes kept scanning left and right.

"Deadpool, come and go!" Art issued the order behind him.

The eighty or so Deadpool soldiers behind Art jumped past Art and Otto and entered the front thirty paces to fight the forty or so Swabian soldiers.

Obviously, the Swabian soldiers were not here to storm the formation, they encountered the Burgundian soldiers more than twenty paces in front of the formation, and immediately withdrew from the battle under the cover of the crossbow team behind them at the slightest wound, and ran back to the position of the Chinese army on the gentle slope.

There are no traps in front of the enemy army, which is the answer that these dozen Swabian soldiers under Jeffrey have exchanged their lives for.

Randy was still uneasy, he always felt that the gentle slope of turf in front of the gap was not so simple.

However, the two armies were facing each other, and he could not afford to delay too much time for a possible trap, so he finally gave the order to start attacking.