The Peony mercenaries and the Rhodok levies were surrounded by countless Nord infantry, and although Byron had tried to maintain flank superiority with heavy cavalry in previous battles, the Nord's army had a front more than a kilometer wide, and Fatis and his hundreds of cavalry could not afford it. As they fought one of the Yar's infantrymen, the banner of another Yar appeared behind them, encircling the flank of Byron's troops.

The Swadia militia, which had followed the Byron forces in the charge, did not last long to be defeated by the murderous Nord heavy infantry, some of them were cut through the formation by the Nord forces and trapped with the Peony mercenaries, and the other part was killed by the Nord archers as they fled back to the Swadia array.

The Nord warriors were not afraid to launch round after round of attacks, and the mercenaries of the Peony Regiment and the Rhodok troops were forced onto a piece of hilly land, huddled together, and formed a circle on the high ground, where people were crowded one by one, and many fell on the slippery dirt slopes, either by trampling on broken bones, or by the Nord soldiers who were constantly forced up to chop them with axes.

The surviving warriors lost their horses and heavy equipment and fled to the high slopes, where a peony flag still fluttered. Byron's mercenary warrior Kenrad was now standing under the banner and commanding the rest of the troops, while their cavalry allies were now isolated from the hillside by the ocean of Nord troops, barely able to move in the crowd, and had no power to support them.

"What about our reinforcements? Do you see them? ”

Under the desperate escort of dozens of relatives, Byron finally joined Fatis. By this time, however, there were less than ten cavalry and a group of exhausted dismounted heavy cavalry left at his side. The Nord javelins and spears cost Byron most of his horses and nearly a third of his cavalry. For Byron, both the horses and the well-trained cavalry were a lot of money. So far, he has not suffered such a serious loss in such a short period of time.

"They're far away from us, my lord, the Nord army has already attacked, and we can only fight alone."

Fatis's voice came from the sturdy Great Helmet, the barrel-like helmet now covered in scratches and dents, the cloth of the plate armor shredded, revealing the iron plates inside. The number of cavalry under his command was also significantly reduced, and almost all of the cavalry's spears were broken or stuck in the corpses of the enemy, and it was clear that the attack on the troops of Fatis in the fierce battle was no weaker than that of Byron.

"We've got to go get Kenrad back, they won't last long."

Byron was in a hurry, and his infantry was now all crowded on the hill, forming a circle around the peony banner at the top. It seemed condescending and solid, but in fact, it was difficult for them to gain a foothold because of the light rain and the fact that most of the soldiers were crammed uphill. And the soldiers gathered together became the best targets for the Nord archers, javelins, axes, and arrows rained down from their heads, and if it weren't for the fact that their shields were thick enough, there would probably only be corpses left there.

The most hateful thing is that in the face of the opponent's long-range fire suppression, Byron's crossbowmen are unable to fight back at all. Their bows and crossbows had been protected by felt cloth on the carriage before, so they were not affected by the first round of firing between the two sides. But now, under the soak of rain, the power of the bow has been greatly reduced. The Nords, on the other hand, learned the Vekian longbow in bows and arrows, and their bows were very resistant to moisture and could fight for a long time in the rain.

"We've tried, but we can't get through, my lord, there's more than a thousand Nords between us and that hillside." Fatis reluctantly pointed at the countless Nord soldiers around them, trying to calm the restlessness of his horses under his crotch. Under the constant charging and arrow shooting, the horses in the Byron army were very tired, and even the physical fitness of the war horse Thunder under his crotch had decreased significantly, and there was a danger of annihilation if he charged again.

In fact, even if they didn't support Kenrad and the infantry, their situation would still be critical. The Nordyars were so determined that they would not stop destroying Byron, and even though the army of King Harlaus had already fought fiercely in front of them, they would not reduce the forces surrounding Byron in the slightest, so that Byron's soldiers had to face five times the number of enemies they were, and most of them were fierce and fierce infantry soldiers. The two armies are like two isolated islands in the middle of an ocean, which may be swallowed up by a huge wave at any time, and defeat seems inevitable.

"We still have the ability to launch a charge, which will not defeat the enemy who surrounds us, nor can we save our comrades, but if it goes well, I can protect you from the siege." Seeing Byron's solemn expression, Fatis took a deep breath and said to him solemnly.

"You are our lord, the master of the Peony Regiment, as long as you are here, then everything can be rebuilt."

"I can't discard my officers and enlisted men, especially with so many veterans and noble supporters who follow me, and leave me discredited, Fatis." While Byron said this, the Nords again tightened their encirclement of them, and the losses of the troops on the hillside increased by five men again.

"Let them surrender, my lord, and we can tell them in the language of the flag. Not only will we not be able to save them, but we will also catch our cavalry, and if we are captured, we will at least keep them alive, and even the Nords will not waste the ransom in their hands. Fatis looked sideways at his troops, and in the midst of the siege, their space was getting smaller and smaller, and the Nord archers kept pouring arrows at them, and while he was talking to Byron, two arrows landed on his plate armor, and fortunately these arrows could not penetrate his armor.

"Well, you're right, Fatis. Send a message to Kenrad and ask him to surrender, and I will use all my connections with the ransom broker to redeem everyone, and I hope they live. Byron didn't want to abandon his soldiers, but he didn't have a choice. He didn't hesitate for a minute before ten soldiers loyal to him would die from the arrows or axes of the Nords.

"Warriors, the time has come to test our mettle, protect Lord Byron and rush out!"

With Byron's permission, Fatis immediately gave the banner soldier an order to give Kenrad a flag of surrender, and then brandished his sword and led the nearby cavalry to launch a final charge against the dense Nord crowd.

The neighing of horses mingled with the shouts of soldiers, and Byron's cavalry rushed into the crowd down the hillside, and people were constantly knocked off their horses, but they still desperately opened a gap in the Nord array.

And on the hillside, Kenrad sighed and accepted Byron's orders. In fact, if the battle had continued like this for a while, he would have chosen this path even if Byron had not ordered him to do so. The mercenaries threw away their weapons and shouted and raised their hands in surrender, and the Peony Banner was lowered by the flag bearers and thrown to the ground for the enemy to trample on. All this happened right in front of Byron's eyes, he was angry, but helpless.