It's just getting busier and more chaotic!

I frowned in annoyance, sighed, and glanced slowly past the group beside me, unable to come up with an idea.

"You've seen this situation too, it's impossible to retreat and dodge, what should I do?" Simply kick the question back and listen to the opinion of Code Four.

She also let the pouring rain pour through, but the black robe didn't even get dirty on the corners, it was as clean as a green lotus out of the mud and not stained, could it be that she walked on the ground and flew on her feet, I scratched my head suspiciously, codenamed four thought for a moment, and said in a firm tone:

"Since you can't dodge, just hit it hard!"

"Hard-hitting? By them? Are you kidding! I smiled wryly and pointed at the soldiers who were staggering in the mud, and spread my hands without confidence.

"Attacking the enemy unprepared, but your best tactic, have you forgotten?"

Codename Four unfolded his hood, dusted off the droplets of water, and put on a look that he knew me very well.

"Heavy rain, mud, mountains, forests, any of the conditions are enough for you to play freely, I want to be in the ...... of Bresano"

"This kind of encounter, tsk, is really a general's dream!"

I hurriedly interrupted her, even though Codename Four can now mention the war that led to the destruction of her family, as the initiator, I still can't cross the threshold in my heart, to be precise, it is a visceral guilt punishing my sensitive soul, and the more bland she is, the more scared I am.

"Order the commander of each squad to come and meet here at once, and in addition, order your men to be careful with reconnaissance, I need accurate information, numbers, equipment, army composition, number of knights, etc."

The rain did not stop in the slightest, but poured more and more, and the newly recruited Martini peasants walked at the front of the line, cruising in the middle of the road, and the sound of intermittent quarrels drifted into the ears, as if they were in difficulty. I closed my mouth tightly and stared intently at the noisy team under my nose, perfectly integrating myself into the surrounding environment, and together with the more than two hundred soldiers lurking around me, I turned into Qiu Shaoyun who was not moving in the flames.

"How long do you have to wait?"

Owen asked impatiently, to tell the truth, he, the famous sunflower knight in Nijmegen, the dream lover of countless noble ladies and peasant girls riding white horses, has plummeted since he hit me, and he has suffered all kinds of strange crimes.

Look at his current appearance, weedy hair, rough skin, messy beard, the whole transformation into a medieval performance artist, almost like the handsome and dashing mature man in the past.

"Imagine yourself as a mushroom that grows in rainwater......"

The performance art man had a confused look on his face, and I realized that I was off topic and quickly changed my words.

"Patience is a quality that a warrior should have, especially on the battlefield where the situation between us and the enemy is changing rapidly, the person who can patiently persevere and keenly discover the weaknesses of the opponent can win, you should regard it as a trial, and you can achieve the best practice."

Owen squeezed out the ghost knows what you are talking about, anyway, I ignored your expression, and honestly turned his head towards the peasant soldiers arguing on the mountain road, except for the soldiers who were ambushed in the dense forest on the side of the mountain and some of the soldiers who were code-named four away, the rest of them were all disorganized and mixed into the peasant army, and they also had their credit for this noisy scene at the moment, and the stagnant crowd blocked the already not wide mountain road.

"It's coming!"

The man in black jumped from the tree with agility, as light as a swallow like a dexterous monkey. I distinctly felt the air chill, as if everyone was holding their breath and time had stood still, and before the thought was gone, the noisy peasant soldiers suddenly fell silent, and I foamed at the mouth, knowing that the enemy had appeared.

The scorching tension stretched time and space, the raindrops fell slowly, and then fell to the ground and shattered into a few bright splashes, the two sides who met on the narrow road must not have adjusted their state, they looked at each other without the slightest movement, Owen who was lying on his side held the long sword's hand trembled nervously, and the two of us looked at each other, clearly seeing the anxiety that could not be hidden in the depths of each other's pupils, which belonged to the sixth sense of animals to predict danger, whether it was a predator or a prey.

The neighing of the horses, the faint talking, the sound of muddy splashes, the first to come back to their senses sent a horse, the latter drove the horses close to the frightened peasant soldiers, and in the rain they did not look carefully, only judging from their clothes and appearance, they thought that they had met the serfs who had fled en masse, and immediately cheered excitedly, because according to the prevailing unwritten rules, anyone had the right to capture the ownerless serfs and turn them into private property, and the fact that there were hundreds of people fleeing in the distance was tantamount to a windfall from the sky.

It must have been the greedy light from the eyes of the enemy that awakened the instinct of self-defense of the peasant soldiers, who ran in an uproar like toys that suddenly turned on the switch, and many people tripped in the mud, and did not care about crawling with dirty hands and feet, hoping to leave this terrible place as soon as possible, as a native farmer who had never seen the world, a group of soldiers with weapons, almost comparable to the existence of the god of war, let alone a knight who raised his head and stared at him.

Have you ever seen a dead duck on a Christmas board? The fleeing peasants were no better than them, and the hysterical cries of despair and screams of being beaten pierced through the rain curtains and resounded through the lonely and empty valley.

Owen gave me a look that was clear, asking about the timing of the attack, and I shook my head solemnly, rejecting his suggestion.

The enemy's marching formation is indeed chaotic, but the distance between the front and rear is not large, and an effective counterattack can be organized at any time, and the main force of their pressure has not yet been loosened, and a rash attack will definitely kick a hard steel plate, and before the grasp of the rapid control of the initiative on the battlefield, Nijmegen's forces alone cannot afford the price of a protracted battle.

"Wait." I gestured with my mouth and silently continued to be a forbearant predator.

The rain continued to fall, the wind continued to blow, the people who fled for their lives continued to flee, the people who chased each other chased after each other, for a time the mountain road was not lively, many peasant soldiers were pressed in the muddy water and struggled to get out, so that people tied their hands and feet firmly, crying and grabbing the ground and howling non-stop, like a fat pig who predicted his fate by the boiling water pot, and the enemy who caught happily laughed recklessly, and estimated that he had already calculated how to squander and sell hostages to make a small amount of money.

"It's really calm."

In my heart, I admired the quality of the enemy, and sighed that they could bear not to look down on others.

"What kind of army is it?"

Worried about accumulating little by little, I couldn't help but clench my fists: "When I meet my opponent, the enemy is not so simple......"

The scene of hundreds of wolves rushing to the mound lasted for a while, Rao is opponent worked hard to capture, there were still many peasant soldiers who escaped, some of them ran into the forest in a panic, stepped on the lurking soldiers, and the pain made the latter grit his teeth and hold back the pain, fortunately, the enemy's attention was all on collecting the spoils, and did not find anything strange here.

The chaotic scene suddenly became quiet, as if someone had turned off the power button again, and the sound of wind and rain dominated the world again, counterattacking the noise caused by human beings with overwhelming momentum.

Directly in front of my gaze, I clearly saw an enemy soldier holding a rope to his target's neck, his expression instantly frozen as if frozen, and then turned to horror and pain.

A spear peeked out of his back, its blade covered in a thick stream of blood, while the peasant soldier on the other side, who was supposed to flee, glanced contemptuously at the rope around his neck, and slid the shaft of the spear into the enemy's body more and more resolutely, until he thrust half of his forearm into the terrible wound.

"Ahh

The scalp-numbing screams drilled down the pores to the nucleus of the brain, and the pinna of the ears was suddenly busy, and the snowflakes were flying in front of him, and the Nijmegen soldier pretended to be a peasant soldier with his feet on the dead corpse, and little by little pulled out his spear stained with a blurred mixture of flesh and blood, as if he were dragging an axe caught in the gap between the chopping wood, and killing him seemed to be easier than splitting a neat stack of wood.

Cruel, bloody, and ruthless, the enemy who had been arrogant just now was so frightened that they didn't care about taking the tied peasant soldiers, and ran back to their ranks in embarrassment.

Nijmegen soldiers methodically discharge the array!

The guns and halberds are as neat as a forest, and hundreds of people are like one person blocking the opponent's way.

The enemy over there was a little panicked, but soon as the order stabilized, the few shield-wielding infantry stood their shields in the mud to cover the pikemen behind them, and the heavy rain limited the accuracy of the archers and the play of the knights, so the infantry became the key to leading the battle, and it was also the reason why I concentrated in ambush until now.

When the enemy's infantry rushed out and became inseparable from the soldiers of Nijmegen, it was the perfect time to attack their unprotected archers and knights, striking the snakes seven inches and attacking them weakly.

The enemy commander obviously did not want to dwell too long with the sudden appearance of an opponent in such bad weather conditions, and perhaps the dress of the Nijmegen soldiers misled his judgment, believing that a group of mud-legged men would never be able to defeat the regular army, so he threw all the infantry in the first round of attacks, and that self-confidence was like a peek at the hole cards, and he gambled all his chips with great vigour, vowing to lose all his opponents in one game.

"Kill them all!"

The enemy began to charge, and after a while, he ran out of formation, and the body that could fight was as light as a swallow, and the timid were trapped in the mud and couldn't move, and the quality of the soldiers was clear at a glance, but I didn't dare to be careless, Nijmegen had an obvious numerical disadvantage, and whether it could withstand the impact of the enemy's infantry would determine the development of the follow-up battle.

When the enemy who rushed to the front was about to approach the array in Nijmegen, the soldiers in the front row stuck their spears into the mud with their spears without any orders, and the mud fell on the enemy's head, face, and body, hitting them too hard to dodge, and gradually relaxing their self-protection.

Then the soldiers in the second row seized the opportunity to throw their spears violently, accurately hitting the unprepared enemy, and easily knocked down a dozen of them like leeks for a while, so that the follow-up enemy had to sneak back, carefully dodging and stepping, and the momentum of the charge weakened.

"Well done!"

Owen waved his fist excitedly, forgetting his ambush mission for a moment, as a knight who likes to chase glory on the battlefield, it is estimated that he can't hold back his excitement, and he can't wait to hurry into it to kill a good time, he eagerly looks at me, but still has not received instructions to attack.

That's right, I'm waiting, years of birth and death, gradually grinding away the impetuousness of youth and vigor, and slowly precipitating stability and maturity, I have learned to no longer pay attention to the momentary victory or defeat, more use my brain to look at the overall situation, and exchange patience for opportunities, because the connection between things is extremely delicate, and often details determine success or failure.

The infantry of both sides fought again, and the battle was so evenly matched that my brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and my nervousness overflowed.

"She's over there...... It's time to be in place, right? ”

Staring worriedly in the other direction of the depths of the dense forest, I couldn't help whispering to myself, if the mixed peasant soldiers on the mountain road are the bait to lure the enemy into the trap, and we in ambush in the forest are the golden urns that bind the opponent, then code number four is the last lid to close, completely crushing the hope of the prey to escape, and locking it firmly in the middle of the cang.

Slow, boisterous sounds? Wrong! My heart shrank, and I poked my head out to follow the sound.

Sure enough, the sound came from behind the enemy's main force, and even though the roar of the wind and rain was far louder than the shouting of killing, I still had a keen sense of it.

"Could it be...... No way! How dare she change her plans without permission! ”

Kill behind the enemy, who else can it be other than the soldiers led by Codename Four.

Unexpectedly, the heavily murdered enemy immediately turned his gun and pointed it at the rushing sneak attacker, believing that at this moment their commander had understood that his opponent was not a vulnerable mud leg, but an army with careful preparation and planning, an army on a par with them.

There was a thunderclap in the sky, a torrential rain and a stagnation in the beat, and God finally got tired of playing in the water, put away his shower, and decided to let the sun go out to work, somewhere in the dark clouds was like diluted ink, still holding the lute half-covering his face with a faint light, but for the lifeless sky, it was enough.

The archers who stayed in the Chinese army took advantage of the rain to shoot arrows with bows and arrows to provide fire support for their own soldiers, but unfortunately the enemy and us were entangled, and could only place cold arrows with little effect, which hardly played any role.

"Your Excellency!"

Owen's anxious roar lingered in his throat: "If you don't go up again, the rain will stop!" ”

He still didn't understand what I was waiting for.

I looked around at the warriors, their expressions similar to those of Owen, giving a sense of urgency that they couldn't find a toilet.

"You guys, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

In fact, if you think about it, the truth of fighting a war and cooking is much the same, in order to cook a delicious gluttonous meal, not only requires the ingredients/soldiers, kitchenware/geographical excellence, but also needs to be proficient in the heat/grasp the fighter, first boil the pot or blanch first, fry the main dish first or thicken the soup, each process must pay attention to not the slightest mistake, grabbing a second or a slow beat will lead to a drastic change in the taste of the whole dish, just like the grasp of the fleeting fighter, the difference between a thought, victory or defeat.

(End of chapter)