The combination of chivalry, the economic power of the country, and the tactics summarized in the Crusades led to the custom of the knights of the Kingdom of England to dismount and fight on foot. The tactic of the knights dismounting and standing at the heart of the defense within the infantry line was actually one of the mysteries of England's repeated victories over the French hoplites in the Hundred Years' War.

In this skirmish that took place today within the jurisdiction of Lancaster Castle, the deployment of troops on the counterattacking side was exactly the same as the configuration of the British army's foot knights + longbowmen in the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France. Isabel Walton, an infantry and archer, used a longbow with a longbow that had an advantage in range, rate of fire, and power against the thieves' "light cavalry", while Sir Augustine, a knight on foot, used as a "shield" to drive the thieves' infantry from his line.

Of course, this is not a formal war, and it is not necessary to strike the enemy exactly according to regular tactics. So, when Isabel shot an arrow through the throat of the suspected leader of the thieves, the dismounted knight rushed out of the battle line behind the bushes.

When Jazz cut off the head of a thief in close combat with a knight's sword in both hands, all the "light cavalry" on horseback in the thief team were also shot off their horses by Isabel with a longbow + heavy arrows.

Up to this point, only three "light infantrymen" armed with swords, shields, and spears remained in a raiding party of eight thieves. Two of the men, who were so desperate that they didn't even have a decent set of leather armor that they watched their accomplices die one by one, frantically brandished their weapons and rushed towards Sir Augustine, who was defending himself with a sword.

The young man who had inspected the horseshoe prints before was clamoring for revenge for his dead father. Just as he was rushing towards the forest with the Scottish chopping sword that existed only for "chopping" in both hands, he found that the bastard who killed his father with an arrow actually walked out from behind the bushes with "no change of face".

When the young man stared at the other party's silver "face", he inexplicably felt a chill in his heart. When the other party stepped over a dead corpse after being hit by an arrow, reached out and pulled out an arrow stuck in the corpse's chest and walked towards him, he was even more frightened.

He felt the huge infantry sword in his hand sink deeper and heavier, to the point where he could barely hold it. As he continued to retreat, he caught a glimpse of an unused spear on the ground. He then threw away the Scottish sword in his hand, picked up the spear and threw it at the "masked horseman" who was constantly approaching him.

In fact, Isabel had been watching his movements. To her surprise, the other party would abandon the Scottish two-handed sword, which could exert great power in foot combat, and instead pick up the spear on the ground.

Since he voluntarily gave up his combat effectiveness, it would be better to respect his wishes. When the young man hurled the spear at her, Isabel quickly rolled forward to the ground, dodging the spear that was thrown at her. The moment he got up, he drew his bow with an arrow, and shot the heavy arrow that was still stained with the blood of the dead man.

Before the young man could react, he felt as if his heart had been pierced by some sharp weapon. With an unusually painful expression, he stared at the "masked horseman" who had killed him with an arrow, and fell to the ground with his hands on his chest.

And so it ended with a beautiful counterattack. As Isabel retracted the arrow, she looked sideways at the road and said to Augustine, who had come to her side, "Sir, I think the London lawyer is coming." ”

Augustine looked into the distance and nodded, "It's best to clean up this place before they come." ”

"What? Sir, you're saying I'm going to bury all these bodies? ”

"Isabel, what are you thinking? Even if I wanted to bury these people, I wouldn't have enough time. ”

"Well, well, you mean to hide these people in the forest?"

"That's all there is to it. You go pack your weapons and chase away the bastards, and I'll drag the corpses. ”

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London lawyer Robert Allsopp, accompanied by Francis and others, rushed from the direction of the village of Clapham on another road towards Bowland Forest. When the group emerged from the fork in the road, Francis Swift, who had extensive experience in looting and killing, and the other three would-be knights could clearly feel the strong smell of blood left over from the battle.

Francis slowed down his horse to a prospective knight, looked at the lawyer who was marching in front of him, and said, "Brother, do you smell anything?" ”

The would-be knight grinned, nodded and said, "Yes, the smell of blood." ”

"Did you and Sir fight someone here?"

"Maybe. This is Lancashire, much poorer than His Highness's Richmondshire. ”

At this time, Robert, who was in front of him, looked back at Francis and said, "Sir, I have something to say to you." ”

Francis rode forward and approached the lawyer and asked, "Sir, is there anything I can do to help?" ”

"Sir, do you feel that the atmosphere here is something unusual?"

"Abnormal? What do you mean, sir? ”

"Sir, I mean to say... Did you just go on a hunt? ”

"Hunting? Why do you think that, sir? Francis held back a smile and asked deliberately.

"Sir, look, is there some blood in that place?" Robert stopped his horse and pointed to a patch of bloodstained grass on the right side of the road.

Francis also stopped his horse, looked closely at the bloodstain and said, "Sure enough, there was a battle here. Thoughtfully, he replied to Robert, "Well, it's blood. Sir, it's summer and there are a lot of birds, deer, foxes, wolves and bears that frequent the forest. So, it's not very strange to see some bloodstains. ”

"Well," said Robert, "Well, it's probably Sir Roland, the head of Lancaster Castle, who has just gone on a hunt here, so I feel a smell of death here." ”

"Sir, let's hurry up. It's still a long way from Lancaster Castle. ”

"Well, hopefully Sir Roland won't close the castle gates and won't let us in when we get there."

Francis looked around as he rode the lawyer's side, hoping to see Sir Augustine and his daughter in the forest on either side of the road. At this moment, he suddenly saw a silver face in the dense forest on the left. The silver humanoid mask saw him too, and instead of speaking, he nodded his head twice.