Chapter 137: The Castle (I)

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Two hundred warriors silently walked through the forest, among which there were only a dozen cavalry.

After the troops were dispatched, the road went smoothly and there were no attacks, and in the end, there were people in the DPRK and China who could do something, and it was not difficult to choose a relatively safe route and target under the condition that a large number of troops were contained.

If it was an ordinary team, maybe it would have been labeled as "expendable" long ago, and then arranged to the location of fierce conflict, not to mention anything else, at least a quarter of the 200 people might have been removed.

On the third day of the march, Fort Faye, surrounded by forests and low hills, reached a distance of 50 miles from Fort Faye, which may have approached the patrol range of the opposing cavalry scouts, if there were any.

Although it was already April, the spring rain was still a little cold, and there were tents as the principals, but for ordinary soldiers, it was good to have a burlap sheet.

The fire was lit, and there was a scraping sound, and the pot was beaten and put on the table.

It was raining, and the hazy raindrops kept hitting his body, Fang Xin frowned a little, but it was not his business to march and fight, to put it bluntly, this time he was just participating - he immediately ordered thieves and assassins to patrol the neighborhood.

In a short time, the water boiled in the cauldrons, and a large number of people sat around the fire with white bread, baked the bread by the warmth of the fire, and ate it in large gulps.

Occasionally, some people have some salted and dried fish and the like, silently passing it on, and eating it separately.

Turning to a corner, he saw Hadak holding the emblem, motionless in the drizzle, silently praying, and Fang Xin could see the spiritual light flickering on his body.

Most of the people here are mercenaries, naturally of all faiths, and, in order to survive, they are willing to be treated by any god's priest - who do not want to die long ago.

Glancing at these mercenaries, Fang Xin thought a little, of course these mercenaries were quite down, their clothes must be dirty, and their beards must be full, but the murderous aura on their bodies, as well as the numb eyes of death, and the skillful martial arts, Fang Xin smiled.

The nobles were very dissatisfied with the mercenaries, because the mercenaries often ignored the monarch and the lord, they wielded the sword, wandered, and it was difficult for the natural lordship to be effective against them.

However, even other people don't think highly of mercenaries, because they don't have real friends, and they don't pay attention to righteousness, as long as you don't have any more benefits to give them, you will find that their friendship disappears in an instant like ice and snow in summer - all they care about is themselves.

However, according to the letter, this is actually quite clear, because the mercenaries do not have a base.

Without a base, there is no cohesion - who doesn't want to have a stable home, be injured, old, sick, be able to go back, and have someone to bury him when he dies?

It was getting late and the rain was stopping, and the mercenaries began to rest after arranging their basic defenses.

Fang Xin also returned to his small tent and began to meditate and accumulate magic power, his spell casting did not require memory, nor did he lose his memory, but he was still subject to the level of magic and the level of magic power.

Until tomorrow morning, when the horn sounded, Fang Xin also got up, and the whole team went out of the woodland and headed towards the castle not far away, and at noon, they arrived outside the castle.

A team of 200 warriors was concentrated on a small hill, and the cavalry acted as heralds.

Fang Xin stood on the hill with a frown, it was hard to believe that there would be troops in the castle.

However, to a certain extent, it is true that Fang Xin has not fully understood the war on this continent, so after a while, he saw the gate of the castle open, and there were about two hundred warriors rushing out inside, and there were even dozens of people left in the castle - these Fang Xin couldn't understand it, concentrating troops was the most basic point!

When I looked up at the battlefield carefully, I realized that this was indeed the case.

At this time, all the mercenaries were full of seriousness, and they naturally knew that the only thing they needed to do now was to let go of all distractions and concentrate on the present.

Fang Xin looked at them, there was nothing he could do about himself, magic had to wait until level five or above before it could really play a role on this battlefield, this was a very obvious thing.

In Fang Xin's opinion, the flying technique allowed the magician to go beyond the scope of ordinary combat, and the fireball technique had the same function as a small cannonball, so no matter what level of nobleman it was, it was inevitable that he would attach importance to a sixth-level mage.

Now, he could only watch the actual commander of the team—the strong, armored cavalry captain—Cronshaw directing the battle.

"Cronshaw, I'll go to war later." Fang Xin said.

"My lord, I can't protect you on the battlefield!" Cronshaw glanced at him and said, in the team, the three captains and deputy captains, including the priest, did not participate in the battle.

"Of course, I don't need your protection." Fang Xin only moved slightly, and suddenly, a small wall of wind appeared on his body, spinning around Fang Xin.

"In that case, then whatever you want." When Cronshaw saw this, he spoke, and he watched nervously as the two regiments approached, until he gave an order: "Attack!" ”

This roar suddenly broke through the silence, and then there was a shout, and the teams on both sides rushed straight up and began to fight.

The two teams collided with each other, and suddenly, knives and guns were inserted into each other's **, slashing sounds, cries, miserable screams, and muffled sounds of human bodies being broken and pierced, and suddenly filled the scene.

Fang Xin was stunned, and suddenly his horse neighed, and the horse's hooves kicked up the dirt, splashing little by little, and rushed straight down.

"The mage who rushed down to fight!" Everyone present looked at each other.

"Cobweb!"

A large cobweb suddenly appeared out of thin air, and in an area of hundreds of square meters, dozens of soldiers who were fighting suddenly fell into the quagmire.

This cobweb, even Fang Xin will be sticky, but this effect is enough.

The enemy in this area, not only can not support, but on the contrary, blocks the pace of the enemy behind, which is equivalent to dividing the enemy.

Suddenly, the battle fell on one side, hundreds of their own people, besieging more than a dozen enemies in front, screams and wails continued, continuous muffled sound of ** being pierced, and even mixed with the crisp sound of broken bones under heavy bats.

"Poof!" There was a bow and arrow shooting at Fang Xin, but when it hit his side, it was deviated by the powerful spin, but even so, it also wiped a blood mark on Fang Xin's body.

On this kind of battlefield, the effect of magic missiles is basically inferior to that of bows and arrows, Fang Xin drew the long sword placed in the side pocket of the horse bag, bypassed the spider web, and smashed into the second line of enemy troops.

With the help of the horse's momentum, the sword cut long marks in the air, and wherever it went, enemies were slain.

"Oh my God, is he still a mage?" Bard exclaimed, and Cronshaw had a look of disbelief on his face - even he might not be able to do this kind of combat skill.

Etteg was the first to wake up, only to see another spider web technique below, and suddenly the enemy in an area was trapped in a quagmire and struggling, while Fang Xin cooperated with the infantry to encircle and attack a small group of enemies.

"Kill, if they don't go any further, they will kill all the enemies."

"Yes, sir!" The last group of cavalry, rushing down from the hills, began to attack.

Receiving this attack, the opponent's formation immediately collapsed, and many soldiers, their morale collapsed, and fear made them lose their minds, and they began to throw down their weapons and leave the team......

Fang Xin rushed straight to the city gate, blocking the way fleeing to the city gate, and many soldiers knelt down to show their surrender, but Fang Xin's main target was the enemy knight.

Fang Xin rushed forward, and in an instant, he came to the front of the enemy knight, at this time, one of the other party's knight attendants pounced violently, Fang Xin only slashed the sword, and pierced the young body, and the powerful momentum that was not exhausted made the long sword go deep into the end at once, until the opponent's corpse hit the gauntlet of the long sword.

Only a few miles away, Fang Xin saw the face and expression of his opponent, it was a very young boy with an expression of disbelief, blood spraying like a spring, until the corpse broke away from the sword and fell to the ground again.

In front of him was the knight, the man was actually holding a spear, which required the knight to charge to exert great power - of course Fang Xin would not give him a chance, he directly slashed it with a sword, and the opponent's spear was immediately split in two.

Next, the heavy back of the sword struck on his body, causing the knight to fall to the ground, Fang Xin jumped off his horse and knocked off the other man's helmet, revealing the face of a man in his thirties, his head covered in blood, but not dead.

Suddenly, the people around made a cheering sound, which meant that the battle was won, the opposing knight was taken, and the castle would not have the power to resist, otherwise, there would be dozens of people inside, in fact, the defense would be more than enough.