"In the center, my pikemen will hold their positions to prevent the enemy from penetrating my positions and detour through our rear and flanks." Arold pointed to the map unfolded by the squire, which was a plan of the place drawn by the Brotherhood of Blood Drops, although it seemed to Arold to be very rough and rudimentary, but Marty was already extremely surprised, and on this map the location of the enemy and the enemy was extremely clear.

"What are your people, because of those long poles in their hands? When the people of Bilisi were close to them, that fart didn't work. Marty said dissatisfied, everyone knows that the center and left flank are the most important positions in the war, and it is usually the elite troops who stay there.

"Those are the pikes, the classic battle formations of Alexander's conquest of the Mediterranean and Central Asia, a well-trained phalanx of pikes that can withstand any enemy that comes at it head-on, and its fronts are indestructible." Arod patiently rode on the horse and pointed to his neat spear phalanx and said proudly, in order to train these two phalanxes Arod has spent a lot of effort, at the beginning, let the peasants and slaves who could not even distinguish between the left and right march on the drum under the command, and change the formation to the change of whistle and drum, and the training with almost no rest every day almost drove these people crazy, so when he heard that they could go to the battlefield, what Arold got was not cowardice and cowardice, but endless cheers, For them, going to the battlefield to kill the enemy is like a vacation from the boring barracks.

"I hope you don't exaggerate, but what about the left? Why can't my people stay on the left? Marty pointed dissatisfiedly to the left flank with his horsewhip, where was the Germanic swordsman arranged by Arold. Are these people, dressed in all kinds of armor and armed with two-handed swords, who behave no better than the Slavs, also elite?

"Don't worry about Lady Marty, it's like we agreed in advance, the plan of the battle is my part of the control, trust me, I'll surprise Bilis." Arold smiled mysteriously, he looked at the battle formation he had arranged, with a rock-solid spear phalanx in the center and Germanic two-handed swordsmen on the left flank. On the right flank were the Slavic fighters of Marty. A ranged force of Slavic archers and Mecklenburg crossbowmen was at the rear, while he and Marty were surrounded by cavalry in the rear, and of course Arold never forgot his skill, and five catapults were pushed out by the craftsmen in a row.

"I hate being beaten by Billis over and over again. Trust you this time. If you let me down. Then don't expect our covenant to continue. Marty said to Arold with a frown, and she kicked her horse and headed for the right flank. A detachment of Slavic light cavalry followed her.

"Tsk, anxious woman." Arold looked at the back of Marty leaving, shook his head and said, and then turned his eyes to the Bilisi army opposite, only to see that this so-called legitimate ruler of the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg, majestic under his own banner, raised the sword in his hand, staring at the combined army of Mecklenburg and Weller, when he pointed the sword in his hand at the enemy formation, in the orders of the various vassals, the position moved, a large number of Slavic spearmen with spears and shields, and levies with short axes, following the banner of his own leader pressed towards Arold and Marty's position like a wave.

"That's a lot of people." On the left flank of Arrod's side, the Germanic swordsman, dressed in an old piece of chain mail and holding a two-handed broadsword, who did not even have a helmet on his head, cursed nervously as he looked at the Slavs who pressed over like waves.

"Hi bro, where did you come from?" At this time, a bearded middle-aged man standing to his right asked, he had blond messy hair and a fierce look of nonchalance on his face, and he was not an easy person at first glance.

"Where did it come from? Damn, I was in the dungeon of the Earl of Altmark last week for robbing a caravan of corrupt merchants, and even worse, I was caught by the sheriff by choosing the wrong escape route. He scolded angrily that he was a prisoner.

"And how did you get here?" The middle-aged blond man continued to ask, as if in a tavern, completely oblivious to the noise of the Slavs tapping on their shields.

"What a fucking aristocracy, they told me there were two ways to go, one was to hang me as a criminal, and the other was to go to Mecklenburg and fight for the bullshit Count here, what choice could I have?" The swordsman shook his head with a sad face, looking at the enemy army in front of him, it seemed that his life was going to be explained here, so it was better to go to the gallows.

"If you have a glimmer of life, you shouldn't give up, and besides, Arold rarely loses wars." The middle-aged blonde man took an apple from his bosom, broke it in half, and gave it to the complaining prisoner swordsman, although the apple was shriveled and had no moisture, but it calmed the swordsman's nervous mood.

"I just want to get out of this damn place." The swordsman finally understood at this time, most of their team were prisoners, and he really didn't understand what this little white-faced earl was thinking, wasn't he afraid that the prisoners would escape? Thinking of this, he looked around, trying to find a way out of this purgatory, but behind them was a group of knights on horseback, and the long carbine in their hands was aimed at their back.

"Don't try to run away, there's a special crossbowman watching over us, and Julian's javelinmen are watching us." The middle-aged blond man swept the swordsman with his eyes and whispered a warning to him.

"What? What the hell do they want us to do? If there is a war, I will find an opportunity to stab the little white-faced earl with a sword. The swordsman slammed his big sword into the ground and said unwillingly.

"If there is no chance, we will be the first to be sent to the front line of the battle, see that the red flag is not, when it falls, it is the time for us to advance, only to move forward and not to retreat." The blonde man pointed to the crimson banner of a sergeant-major-like figure in the front left of their ranks, as if it were a ball of blood.

"What? Don't have a team to protect our flanks? The swordsman's face turned pale, and their team was no more than sixty people. They had to resist and withstand the first wave of the enemy's attack, and they still had no support.

"That's right, so a lot of people will die, and less than a third of the people in this team will probably survive." The blonde man chewed the apple in a few bites, picked up his great sword and put it on his shoulder, and at this moment there was a low sound of horns, and there was a neat shout from the position of Arrod, and the shouts of a thousand people were like a thunderclap on the plain, which actually made the Slavs on the opposite side shut their mouths and looked at the Germans with spears like a forest in amazement.

"How did you get into this/army. What did you do? "The swordsman knows that the situation is irreparable. He could only resign himself to drawing his sword and asked the blond man, the person who is so familiar with Arold's army must not be an ordinary person.

"I used to be a member of the Earl's special forces team, but I failed the exam. So when it was time to be expelled, I volunteered to join here. As long as you can survive this battle, you can return to the special combat team. The blonde man said nonchalantly.

"Maniac. You're such a madman. The swordsman heard his words and muttered to himself.

"Ha Luha, that's right, my name is Andrew. They all call me Crazy Andrew. The blonde Andrew held out his hand to the swordsman, and they shook each other's hands, but the sergeant major of the team didn't care about these things, perhaps he thought they were dead.

"My name is Rex, and everyone on the road calls me Rex the Great Sword." Rex was glad to have a familiar comrade on the battlefield, which meant that his chances of survival would be much higher, and just as they had just exchanged names, the forward of Billis's army was already approaching their position three hundred yards, and the edge was directed at the left flank of Arrod's army, and it seemed that they were planning to knock out the left flank before outflanking.

"Boom, boom, boom." Suddenly, from the rear of the army, five catapults roared, and they smashed at the army of Bilisi with bullets stained with burning asphalt, but they were probably not accurate, and only hit the central clearing of the two sides, but the flames and the splashes of asphalt still frightened the Slavs, and many superstitious peasants even took out their own amulets, but at the urging of their leaders, they had to muster up the courage to move on, and they could only boost their morale by shouting at each other.

"Two hundred yards, one hundred and fifty yards." Rex licked his dry lips, his eyes sometimes stared at the approaching Slavs in front of him, while staring at the crimson flag in the hand of the sergeant major, at this moment a low horn sound came from the rear military formation, the sergeant major heard the horn and quickly turned his head to look at Arold's location, only to see the heraldic flag representing Arold waved three times, and the sergeant major immediately shouted and waved the red flag in his hand hard.

"Up, charge, charge, grab your sword and smash the enemy." The leader of the group, shouting loudly and pushing the sword-wielders who were still turning their heads, and the group ran up and rushed towards the Slavs under the group effect, only to see the swordsmen holding their two-handed swords aloft, desperately moving their legs towards the Slavs who were hesitant to be attacked suddenly.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong." Soon they rushed into the ranks of the Slavs, who, wielding sharp swords, stirred up a storm of blood in the ranks of the Slavs.

"Rex save some energy, don't run out of energy all at once." Andrew slices off the head of a Slavic conscription with his sword, and as the Slav's body falls like a stake, Andrew shouts at Rex, as they are surrounded by the clashing of weapons and the sound of fighting, and the ground is quickly thickened with severed limbs and blood.

"I know what to do, but, but this endless enemy, how can I save my strength." Rex dodged the spear of one of the Slavs with an engagement, and then stabbed his opponent in the lower abdomen with his skillful stance, but the Slavs quickly filled the gap, and from them it looked like they were slashing a river with their swords, never killing their enemies.

"Arold, you are crazy, send the left-wing elite out of the army so early, hurry up and let your people follow, they are about to be wiped out." Marty watched dumbfounded as Arold sent his left flank out and collided with Bilis's striker, but the lone army was like a protruding wedge, and was soon surrounded by the Slavs, who looked completely bad, like lambs that had broken into a pack of wolves.

"Don't worry, I've got my own measure. The catapult adjusts its position, and the crossbowmen shoot. Arold just nodded slightly, and then gave orders to the heralds beside him, and soon the catapults began to adjust their direction, and the Mecklenburg crossbowmen fired their crossbows in the direction of the sky.

"You're crazy, your army is still surrounded, how can you use long-range arrows?" Marty watched as the arrows landed over the warring sides, and as gravity fell on the heads of both soldiers, both Arrold's soldiers and Bilis's soldiers were hit by the arrows. It was an indiscriminate shot.

"These/ass archers. They actually shoot arrows at us, and they should be cursed to hell. Rex screamed as he dodged an arrow, and he dodged back and forth in a rain of arrows. At this time, Andrew picked up a large Slavic shield from the ground and held it high above his head. and beckoned Rex to hide underneath. Listening to the aggressive sound coming from the shields, they glanced at each other.

"Don't be nervous, it's not the worst." Andrew licked his lips. He smiled and said to Rex.

"Which/guy ordered this, and they don't know if we're still fighting?" At this point, the Slavs also stopped their attack, holding their shields high above their heads to avoid the arrows, and Rex took the opportunity to complain.

"It's the Earl's order." Andrew explained to Rex.

"What? Aren't we his people? Why is he shooting arrows at us? Rex asked puzzled, although the nobles were very, but this nobleman named Arrod was the most-up nobleman he had ever seen.

"Ha Lu, Ha Zhi Lu, do you know the name of our team?" Andrew didn't answer Rex directly, but asked Rex instead.

"I don't know how to call it a Brotherhood of Liberty or something, right?" Rex said as he lay on the ground.

"It's a team of despair." Andrew corrected.

"What? A team of desperates? Marty listened to Arjod's words and could not believe his ears, who would give such a strange and unlucky name to his army.

"That's right, this is a team of criminals and adventurers, their mission is to stop the enemy's offensive momentum, deplete the enemy's elite strength, and do the work of decoy, and those who survive can be pardoned or rejoin the official army, which means they are completely decoys." Arold picked up the single-hole telescope and looked at the two sides of the war, while his central spear phalanx was still standing still, but the soldiers of Biliss had been disturbed in constant motion, which was exactly what Arrod wanted.

"But they're fighting in your name, and you're giving up on them?" Marty couldn't bear to see the soldiers eliminated, even strategically and emotionally.

"Well, well, after ordering the catapult to attack once, the spear phalanx began to advance." Arrod put away the monopoculars, he looked at Marty's chest that was heaving in anger, and then withdrew his gaze and ordered the herald.

"Boom~~~." The two Slavic soldiers were burning and howling with a roar of asphalt bullets that soon stopped due to lack of oxygen, allowing the flames to scorch their bodies, and when the soldiers around them saw it, even the battle-hardened warriors turned pale with a white face, and the great shields in their hands had no effect on this terrible weapon.

"Damn, hell, is there a burning devil after the arrow?" Rex reached out to extinguish the flames splashed on his legs, cursing as he extinguished, this kind of fire attack was also indiscriminate.

"Be careful, there should be a second attack, the catapult is much more powerful than the whirlwind." Andrew warned Rex.

"I'm fed up, it's all death anyway, it's better to kill it than this, we won't be able to hold up the/bastard earl sending reinforcements." Rex stood up from under the shield, clenched his two-handed sword in his hand, and roared at the Slavs, who at this moment felt completely insane.

"Don't worry, listen." Andrew immediately stood side by side with Rex, and at this time he suddenly heard the sound of a copper whistle, and the sound of a neat shout, and he who was familiar with Arrod's battle immediately recognized that it was the spear phalanx that began to move, and it seemed that their lives were saved today. (To be continued......)