Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info used to think that in the film and television works I saw on the earth in my previous life, the expressions of the Middle Ages or cold weapon warfare were too cruel and real, maybe only after experiencing it myself, I will find that those are far from enough......

The battle that began in the heavy rain, whether it was Leo's side, Rolf and the Pope's side, had no character to reconnect and talk, accompanied by a dull thunderstorm, two armies clad in iron armor and holding the best murderous weapons of the era, no hoarse roars, no cautious temptation, as if the two fighters who had long been exhausted, struggled to use their last strength, with fierce eyes to pounce on each other......

Different from the previous battles, like a tacit understanding between the hearts, both sides did not take the lead in using the most crushing knights of this era to attack at the beginning, Leo's side was led by the Knights of Punishment, plus the knights who defected and there were only more than 700 knights left, quietly riding horses to guard the flanks of the army, and the opponent of more than 2,000 people on the opposite side was the mixed knights led by Saru and Aeolis!

Looking at Tyre Oleo with an inquiring look, Leo seemed to have an expectation of what happened, but in the face of him, Tyre could only shake his head regretfully, and took advantage of the rain to pull his wet blonde hair back of his head, swallowing the rain in his mouth and opening his mouth in annoyance

"There is no way, there is no way at all, Your Highness! Even if our bows and arrows are well maintained and not affected too much, if you look at the current weather, my group of rookies can't shoot even ten steps of arrows in their hands, but the good news is that the archers on the other side are far outnumbered by us, and they are not much better than us......"

A gust of wind swept through the rain curtain, and Tyre, who was drenched, couldn't help but shiver, put his hands together and took a few hot breaths to his mouth, and shouted to Leo against the noise of the rainstorm

"I've got all the archers replaced with short swords and shields, and if you see that the time comes, use them as reserves, as for my Highness! Let me go to the ranks of Stormwings, no bad weather can stop the arrows in my hands! ”

Nodding his head hard, Leo knew that there was definitely no way for Tyr to say this, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to propose a change of position, but he didn't expect that in this battle, he could only rely on the Storm Wings that were established at the earliest

"What's going on over there?"

"I'm sorry Your Highness, I don't know very well, I heard something when their officers came to report to Al before, those heavy crossbows should not be a problem within fifty paces, if there is nothing else, I will go over to Your Highness first......"

Nodding reluctantly, looking at the back of Tyr quickly disappearing in the rainstorm, Leo couldn't help but feel a little irritated in his heart, this sudden shower with no stoppage at all almost disrupted all his previous ideas, which greatly reduced the training and array advantage of the principality far beyond the other party, and after falling into a chaotic battle, the number of the other party far exceeded his own

He couldn't feel the cold, and seeing the hundreds of heralds passing out the last orders of Marshal Al Andergrimes in the wind and rain, he could only gather his mind and choose to trust his generals and soldiers......

"Boom! Boom Boom! ”

As the infantry phalanx stepped out with the first step under the officer's order, the muddy earth seemed to tremble a little at this moment, and before the frightened people could savor this feeling, the phalanx took another resolute step with neat steps

The earth was turned over, and the naturally formed pools of water were re-leveled, and under the orderly human collective, even nature had to tremble and retreat, this time Leo agreed with Marshal El, the first wave of phalanxes did not use champion swordsmen, and those veterans of the noble private army were fortunate enough to become the vanguard

Their equipment is miscellaneous, and the shape and size of the shields in their hands are also uneven, but the soldiers who can survive after this series of tests are all brave.

Led by the Principality's Temporary Appointed Officers, the veterans walked slowly and then began to trot rhythmically, and although they did not have the wall-like pressure of the champion swordsman, the fanaticism and ferocity on each of their faces also brought a different kind of coercion to this army

Behind them, at a distance of 100 meters, the champion swordsman legion that had long been famous on the continent was following closely behind at the same pace, and in this hoplite army, which could be called the first professional army on the continent, each soldier was extremely peaceful under the full coverage of the armor, and the sense of discipline that had penetrated into the bone marrow allowed them to be consistent with their companions on both sides without even thinking, and the extremely high sense of honor made them almost contempt for death......

The pouring rain seemed to pull a visible curved rain line in the center of the battlefield, and the approaching infantry on both sides, shields and weapons held alof, trotting at a faster pace

Finally! After being able to clearly see the distance between the other side's goals, the two sides invariably let out the first wild roar after entering the battlefield, turning from trotting to a frantic sprint, and the array deliberately maintained under their feet inevitably twisted and tilted, like a staggered sharp jagged teeth

"Boom! ~”

Metal to metal, tens of thousands of people collided together without any avoidance or fancy, and the indescribable loud noise even overwhelmed the boundless rolling thunder in the sky in an instant, and everyone here turned into ferocious beasts at this moment

The shield was in front of him, and the soldiers in the first few rows of the two sides collided with each other all stubbornly forward, scolding the foul language that could be found in this world, and as long as life was not gone, the weapons in their hands would not stop waving

After a brief moment of contact, both sides lost almost simultaneously the soldiers in the first three rows of their arrays, and the small narrow area that had been vacated was filled with corpses and wounded, and the curses began to be mixed with desolate and painful wails

Without hesitation or pity for the casualties, this fleeting gap was soon filled again by the soldiers who filled up in the rear, and the formations of the two sides began to be completely chaotic, becoming you have me and I have you, and the only thing that can distinguish between the enemy and me is the rough robe and the rudimentary armor

When this kind of chaotic battle, the role of the veteran is reflected, and the new recruit who has to raise his head to identify the opponent in a daze, the veteran who has long been accustomed to all this only needs to sweep the corner of his eye, and even when the brain has not yet reacted, his hands can make a timely response, and even the approach taken is particularly extreme, and the weapon in his hand will slash at any enemy from the front area while rushing forward

As for accidental injury? …… No kidding, hesitation in this situation will only lead to faster death!

The blood mist began to spread, and after the rain from above reached the center of the battlefield, it would be hung with a layer of blood red, as if it did not understand why humans would kill each other, and the torrential rain became more dense, as if it wanted to wash away this boundless sea of blood

The brutal battle in front of him did not move Al in any way, and he even moved his command position forward to the front of the line, and the words that came out of his cold lips were even colder when he saw the scorching battlefield and the enemies who began to continue to invest in troops

"Herald! The 1st, 7th, 11th, and 15th Legions of the Champion Swordsmen accelerated their charge, telling their commanders, three hours, three hours, if our array takes a step back, all officers will be killed! ”

"Your Excellency...... The four legions have a total of only 2,000 men, and even if you add the noble private army, there will be no more than 10,000 soldiers, but their opponents ......"

The herald, who was a champion swordsman himself, did not take the order immediately for the first time, but looked at El with some begging, and the number of opponents in his sight had exceeded 30,000!

"Smack!"

Al's reply was a heavy whip, and then he turned his head to look earnestly at the soldier with a deep whip mark on his face and slowly spoke

"This is the only time I've forgiven your doubts! On the battlefield I don't need to question, what I need is! Obey! Obey! Obey! Obey! ”

Glancing at the position of the Elder Leo from a distance, Al turned his head, and his elegant face had a rare hideousness

"Except for Your Highness, everyone can die, including you and me, Your Highness spent a lot of money that seemed completely unnecessary in my opinion, not to feed a group of cowardly people, and without the consciousness of death, take off this equipment that brought you honor, and then go back to your hometown!"

"Boom!"

Hearing Al say this, the champion swordsman's face hung heavily on his chest, and he just raised his head and shouted

"Obey the orders of Your Excellency Marshal, the first, seventh, eleventh, and fifteenth legions of champion swordsmen will speed up into battle, and insist that the battle column must not move back for three hours, otherwise the officers will be killed!"

After repeating the order, the soldier did not leave immediately, but continued to shout while panting

"Philip Byrne Jones, Champion Swordsman Junior Sergeant of the Seventh Legion, requests to join the battle after the order is completed! Your Excellency, Marshal! ”

Watching the battlefield carefully, Al Andrésters didn't look back, and just before Junior Non-Commissioned Officer Philip was about to ask again, he spoke softly

"Requested, Philip Byrne Jones Junior Non-Commissioned Officer, the glory belongs to you!"

"Glory belongs to His Highness, glory belongs to the principality, and the champion swordsman will fight to the death!"

After saluting again, Philip plunged headlong into the suffocating curtain of rain without looking back, with an order and a heart of death......