As a result of the unity, the total strength of the Kugit raiding regiment reached about 900 people, and this is due to the fact that many of the numbered people are simply the commander of the light pole, and there are not no numbered people who can't even beat the ringing horse regiment in Kugit, these guys can't grab the ringing horse, so they can only be robbed by the ringing horse, and they finally embarked on the road of adventurers. However, Lincoln didn't care about these people joining, and the numbered person could also be used as a high-ranking cavalryman.

But the problems in the raiding group are still endless, and the numbered people who can come here are generally not very strong, and they are afraid that they have learned well the ability to forget their righteousness, which makes Lincoln have a headache, and he wants to simply abandon this group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves many times, but they all endure it. I often give away my interests, but the people below are becoming more and more insatiable, grabbing benefits when they see them, slacking off when they have no interests, and desperately hiding and deducting them when they are divided.

In the end, Ricken had to divide his team into groups and take turns raiding villages to maintain a semblance of justice, and he himself took up the business of stealing and stealing. He is the initiator and leader of the organization, and most importantly, he is the strongest in this group, and everyone dare not say anything even if they know about it.

This time I just robbed a village, but these villages that have been war-torn for a long time generally don't have much oil and water, and the group of people who took their turn to investigate actually went to the next village without waiting for them to finish their work, fortunately they were not attacked, and they must have been scolded for a while.

In the end, Lincoln was helpless, he knew what the numberers in the team were, the people of the Kugit Khanate were a little wolf-like, and their strength was respected everywhere, and these low-level numberers were overwhelmed, and in the end, their hearts were somewhat distorted and became selfish. As is the case today, their early departure not only put Lincoln's gang in danger, but there will also be a vacuum when they loot the village, knowing that if the cavalry-based Kugit regiment is attacked in the village, it will not have time to mount, which is equivalent to losing half of its strength.

Lord Lincoln was still thinking about these things, when he heard the battle report from the front that another group had captured the Svadian numberer, but they left the captive to Lincoln, and then went directly into the village in front and began to loot. Lincoln wondered when this group of greedy fellows had become so generous, and Lord Lincoln's eyes widened at the sight of the captives escorted by an entourage.

"He's the one, he's the one with Reed." Lord Lincoln had seen the Numbered One, who had seen him with Lord Reed and Gerry in the Market Town.

"It's not good, the whole army is speeding up." Lincoln had a bad premonition, and that premonition had something to do with that Reed.

"Well done." The Tanzanian lord of the Nord kingdom and his legion attacked the Kugit while they were looting the village, and then the allies who arrived joined the battle, and finally the Kugit legion trapped the village was surrounded by three times as many enemies.

"The crossbowmen are moving forward normally, the archers are ready to shoot, and the rest of us are rushing!" Howard raised his weapon and led the cavalry into enemy formation.

Kugit's cavalry lost their mounts, cutting off half of their combat strength and being severely wounded by the elite cavalry who were headed. The big axes of the Nord warriors who arrived later made them understand what it means to be the real king of land warfare. The dense friendly forces in front made it difficult for the crossbowmen to fire crossbow arrows easily, but the archers' projectiles were no problem, and the Kugit soldiers in the rear were hit by a rain of arrows falling from the sky.

Howard was not looking for a moment, and was wounded by one of the Kugit Numberers, but he quickly got up and responded with a heroic blow, slashing the Numbered Man with several soldiers around him, but not injuring his own men. At this time, he was already proficient in controlling the power of this powerful skill, rather than lying down when he ran out.

The battle lasted only five minutes before it ended, the corpses of Kugit soldiers were piled up in the square in the middle of the village, the entire 400-man regiment was annihilated, and the few soldiers who had collapsed were captured.

Howard and his gang learned from the captives that the enemy's reinforcements were coming, and directly regrouped and rushed in the direction of the reinforcements, leaving only a small number of troops to sort out the battlefield harvest and continue to loot the village, knowing that they had agreed, and a quarter of the village's income would go to No. 59, hoping that the traitor was not taken too far after being captured.

When Lincoln saw the cavalry in the distance rushing towards them, he knew that the other group of people was expected to be more than lucky, because his own group was obviously more difficult to deal with than the other group, and the other side divided his forces to deal with him, one might be that the troops were sufficient to fight on both sides, and the other was to completely destroy the other group in a short time. Either way it was bad news for Lincoln, who decisively abandoned some of his cargo and all his prisoners, and increased the speed of the legion to the limit and fled northward, and it was not his concern whether those who followed him had such an awareness, but fortunately the greedy fellows could delay their escape for a while.

Lord Lincoln stopped his run, and he felt like the heavens were playing with him. The Kugit numberer companions and pursuers chasing behind him were no longer important, and in front of him was a battlefield, where several of his country's native lord legions and Virgia's numberer legions were fighting fiercely not far ahead. The aborigines are not numberers, and if they don't help, it is estimated that the favorability of the nobles in the country will drop to the bottom. The nobles of Kugit firmly believe that you can be defeated and captured, but you must not run away.

"It's been a long time since I've encountered such a dilemma!" Lincoln took off his glasses and wiped them, although the physique of the numbered person no longer needed glasses, but he was used to it, so he simply got a pair of flat glasses, and always wanted to wipe his glasses when he was hesitating.

Lincoln was originally a big businessman, and his achievements in the mall were not low, the mall was like a battlefield, and he came to this world to adapt to it faster than others. Although he didn't have Gerry's luck, he still became a fief lord, which shows how skilled he is.

But Lincoln was never proud, and he was even cautious everywhere. Although the novice mission was successfully passed under his planning, due to his fear of death and stability, the mission harvest was not high, and his combat effectiveness did not improve much, making him more inclined to a scholar-like figure in the warband world. However, in this world where force is the most respected, even the best strategy can be conquered by absolute power, and after meeting Lord Reed, Lincoln's feeling became more and more serious.

The previous Lord Gerry was just a hairy boy in his eyes, but although Lord Reed was young, the feeling he gave Lincoln was indeed from the heart, and his strength brought him strong self-confidence. It was something that Lincoln had lost a long time ago, and now he seemed to have regained some sense.

"I'm getting older, and I'm still as impulsive as a child, and I'm really going back the more I live." Lord Lincoln finished wiping his glasses and subconsciously wanted to take them with him, but after a pause, he threw them far away, as if throwing out the worries and fears he had been throwing them all along.

"It's going to go." Lord Lincoln drew his one-handed sword, which he had not used a few times, and led his troops into battle.

Howard saw the battlefield in front of him from a distance, if it was Hu Bin, he would definitely rush in regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, he lost the loss, and he was also eager to fight, after all, the world without death was simply a paradise for practicing combat skills. But Howard couldn't do that, he didn't have the troops in his own hands, and he didn't have too strong impulse and desire to fight, he wanted to wait for the winner of this battle, and then consider whether to go to war.

However, the Tanzanian Lord and Fanta who came behind did not have such patience, and seeing that their prey had run into the battlefield in front of them, they joined in without even stopping.

"That's bad, Fanta, idiot, don't you just ask me why I'm waiting here." Howard smiled wryly and activated Lord Reed's communication rune stone, explaining the situation to him. Hu Bin was already angry that he couldn't participate in the war, and Howard actually asked him on the side of the battlefield if he would join the battle and sincerely entertain him.

"Is there an enemy in there?"

"Yes."

"So what are you waiting for?" Hu Bin hung up the communication angrily.

"Sure enough, there is no reason to talk about it with that battle maniac." Howard looked at the rune stones that were fading their light with a smile and led the team into the melee ahead.