When a rain of arrows flew out of the forest, the knights on their horses did not even realize what was happening.

Truth be told, they didn't even think about being attacked... Because in the inherent concept of the knights of the Karen Kingdom, it is impossible for the side with a small number to take the initiative to go to war.

These "knights" who have been idle at home all the year round have no military qualities at all, they are just a group of armed and trained ordinary people. Under the feudal system, most of the knights who advocated personal force were stunned, and as soon as they entered the battlefield, they only knew how to charge with their heads bored, and did not listen to coordination and dispatch at all. Therefore, once the war starts, the side with a large number of people often rushes over, fights with the enemy in front of them in a daze, and finds that the enemy is getting fewer and fewer, and then wins...

It sounds ridiculous, but this is indeed the process of most "battles" among the nobles of the kingdom - the idea that "numbers determine victory" has long been ingrained.

And looking at the caravan in front of him: his troops are not only twice as numerous as them, but they are surrounded by a formation, so how can the other party dare to fight back in such a situation?

However, this hesitation only appeared for a moment, and the next moment, the screams that sounded one after another completely dumbfounded them!

The three or four servants in the front row were shot to the ground on the spot before they could draw their swords, and the knights on the horses were much luckier, their armor "clanging" and bounced off a lot of arrows, and only after they reacted, they reflexively slammed their horses' bellies and charged towards the caravan's front - the servants on both sides came to their senses, screamed and followed the swarm...

But in front of them, the two sides of the camp had already used the dozen or so carriages to set up the "city wall" to defend against the charge, leaving only two "gaps" of five or six meters wide to meet the enemy, and this gap was also specially set up to resist the horse, so the knights who rushed over could not give full play to the speed advantage at all, and the infantry were even more crowded, but in the process of approaching, they were shot over by more than ten people by the wood elves!

Faced with an enemy twice their size, several Wood Elves said that it was impossible not to be nervous, and when the enemy shouted loudly and launched a charge, Lando and the two Wood Elves beside him both took a slight step back, and then began to shoot with some crampedness.

Henry, who was next to him, showed a smiling expression at this, and didn't say anything, just tugged at his somewhat tight trouser belt, turned around and walked towards the center of the camp.

In just seven or eight seconds, the soldiers in the front row were already in contact with the enemy who rushed towards them.

The soldiers who protected the caravan were originally "Templars", and their strength and understanding were far stronger than those of farmers who could only farm the land, but after wearing armor that was far stronger than those knights, they immediately showed an overwhelming advantage after engaging the enemy!

However, the suppression of equipment was not the reason why Fat Henry's face was calm at this time, and when those knights launched a close charge, a cavalry team of twenty people suddenly rushed out on the other side of the forest!

They lurked silently for a long time, and then appeared, and immediately cut into the enemy line like a sharp blade...

"Boom!"

The first knight in black armor raised his spear and stabbed, and the iconic battle spirit burst out, blasting away a large number of henchmen and cavalry who could not dodge on the spot.

"It's Wellington!"

"How is that possible?!"

The knights, who had been preparing to attack with all their strength, were in a state of confusion, they didn't know who Roddy or Sodrore was, but they must know what the name "Wellington" meant...

He is the knight at the peak of the force in the territory, and one of the right-hand men of the Duke of Angmar!

The knights who rushed forward under the rain of arrows were dumbfounded: the intelligence said that the Wellington knights had gone to the south of the territory, how could they suddenly appear here again!?

All they answered was the roar of the cavalry spear as it burst with the spirit of war.

Wellington's team, though small in number, was unmatched, and they tore through the line like scalpels with swift force, plunging the hundred-man team into panic and confusion in an instant...

The Wood Elves who hid in the woods continued to fire their arrows, while Buffon, who was in front with a short sword in hand, shouted the order to "counterattack" after cutting down three groups of enemies - and when more than sixty soldiers rushed out of the camp with swords and shields, the short battle was largely declared victorious.

"Whew..."

Lando shot the last arrow in the quiver, and then found that his legs were a little stiff from the tension, and he frowned, not satisfied with his performance... Obviously, in his eyes, being calm in the face of any battle is what a good fighter should do, and he is now... Obviously a little worse.

But in such a battle, I'm afraid Nata can't be so calm, right?

Unconsciously made some comparisons in his heart, Lando regained some confidence, and immediately signaled to let the dozen or so wood elves hidden in the woods enter the camp to rest.

The next thing he had to do was "wait" - after cleaning up the battlefield, Lando would lead the team to escort the team into the Silent Forest.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Wellington knights had already led their team back and forth three times. Unable to defend themselves against their attacks, this group of knights, who had no combat power to speak of, had already begun to surrender or flee.

Wellington flicked his spear, and a little bit of blood instantly scattered. His gaze, hidden under his helmet, could not see the slightest mood swing ... After days of forbearance and dormancy, it finally came to the moment of eruption, but this kind of battle never made him feel "happy" - he knew very well that there were definitely more than a few aristocrats who could embarrass Duke Angmar...

He was thinking about this question in his mind, but he was on the edge of the battlefield and suddenly turned his head and looked into the forest...

Then he took off his heavy helmet, listened carefully to the movement beyond the noisy battlefield, and after a few seconds, he immediately rode his horse to the center of the camp.

At this time, Henry had already decided that the battle was over, and was chatting with Buffon about how to deal with the previous few disrespectful knights, when he saw Wellington rushing over, the fat man hurriedly stood up straight and asked, "Lord Knight, what's the matter?"

"There is movement in the west, is it your own people?"

"West, we don't have people in the west... Could it be Captain Roddy's team?"

Henry was a little stunned, but there was a little bad premonition in his heart - Buffon next to him understood that something was wrong, and got up and shouted to the soldiers: "Gather the troops! Gather the line!

The soldiers stood a little bewildered, having just won the victory, completely unaware of what was happening, and all looked back at the center of the camp - but they collectively saw Henry the Fat Man climbing into a carriage with a comical movement, looking into the distance with a serious face...

The sounds of the battlefield were silenced by the collective silence of the soldiers, and as a result, the slightest movement from the west immediately caught their attention.

The edge of the woodland was only about fifty meters away, and as the rumbling sound grew louder and louder, Henry immediately realized that the number of people rushing here was definitely not less than three hundred!

"Gather the formation!

Buffon shouted desperately, and the soldiers gradually reacted, leaving the stunned or subdued captives directly behind, and immediately retreated towards the camp's defensive line, but before they could all return, a large number of cavalry suddenly appeared in their field of vision!

More than fifty armored cavalrymen hesitated for a moment after rushing out of the woodland, but immediately turned their spears at the camp, apparently having already set their sights on - and behind them, groups of soldiers rushed out...

They wore uniform standard armor, and they had obviously undergone long-term combat training, and even consciously discharged the formation when they cooperated with the cavalry to launch a positional charge!

As far as the eye can see, this team of nearly 400 people suddenly attacked with the momentum of thunder, far exceeding the group of knights who were randomly put together just now...

They don't have any signs on them that can judge their status, but they are perfectly equipped to match the Duke of Angmar's private soldiers!

Fat Henry no longer had the same relaxed face as before, and Buffon on the side was distributing arrows to Lando and the others without saying anything, and the latter and the other wood elves were pale, but they were completely panicked - because everything in front of them was completely unexpected!

No one knows where this group came from, and Roddy has no alternative plan to deal with the situation!

"The camp can't stop this kind of impact..."The Wellington knight looked around with a grim face, the "open area" that they had specially chosen before had completely lost their room to retreat at this time-Wellington briefly judged the situation between the enemy and the enemy, and then after seeing a few familiar figures in the enemy ranks, he cursed in a low voice: "Bucero and Barr... This is Juan's team!"

As early as a few days ago, Wellington found out that Viscount Juan was behind these events. However, such suspicions are only one-sided, and there is no conclusive evidence.

And now, the appearance of the opponent's large army here has been prepared for a long time, which has clearly proved Juan's ambition - but the "proof" at this time is meaningless, because the opponent's position is obviously not going to stay alive!

Wellington was strong and confident to fight his way out, but the outcome of the war was never something that could be changed by one person - it was easy to escape on his own, but it was unknown how much the whole team would survive...

Apparently Henry and Buffon were aware of this, and both looked hesitant. But Henry didn't hesitate to make a decision: he looked at the panicked Wood Elves, and turned to Wellington, "Lord Roddy told me that all missions are premised on keeping the Wood Elves alive, so... Please, I'll have all the cavalry units come to help break out, as long as I can take them out. ”

He pointed at Lando and the others, and then smiled helplessly: "To break through, you have to ride well and run fast, who makes me usually lazy and fat and can't run..."

Henry used to always question Roddy's decision, or he had such and such thoughts, and he always said some "rebellious" things to Buffon on weekdays, or always exposed some careful thoughts that he didn't dare to let Roddy know...

But only he understands what he once owed and what he should do.

The leader of the caravan drew his sword and walked to the front of the line, waving his hand and shouting to the soldiers around him: "What Lord Roddy has explained, when have we done it?"