Yuhykus is a humble village in the Kingdom of Swadia, belonging to the city of Drehem in the middle of the continent, which is somewhat desolate due to years of war. However, because of its proximity to major cities, most of the villagers were able to take refuge in the city every time a war came. The village chief knows that as long as there are villagers, the village will not be abandoned, and who has let this be the place where their ancestors have lived for generations.

"Hey, another noble lord's army is coming! Finally, when it was time to harvest, the crops were lost again. The village chief saw the smoke and dust billowing in the distance, and he knew that it was caused by the rapid running of the cavalry regiment, and it seemed that it was not his lord's army, because the smoke and dust raised by the heavy cavalry was much higher than that.

"The Kujit are here, everyone pack up their baggage, and escape from the village with me in a while." The village chief rang the alarm bell and shouted loudly.

Unlike the safer villages in the interior, the village of Yuhykus has neither a mill nor an estate, and the buildings are of little use because they are often looted. But each village has its significance, and the lord of Drehem spent a lot of money to build a post station in several nearby villages. Thanks to this station, the villagers of Yushikus have had enough time to escape from the village, and over the years the population has not decreased, but has been filled with a few more new dings.

The villagers quickly packed up their belongings, and the things that could not be taken away were simply left there, and the incoming army would only take the valuable things anyway, such as cattle and farm tools. After living here for so many years, they have become accustomed to such a retreat, and they have not panicked at all, anyway, the nobles and lords in the city will subsidize some food and materials in the future to help them rebuild the village, and the villagers who fled to the city due to the war do not have to work, and can also be allocated some good houses to live in.

The village chief, on the other hand, was not as calm as usual, he had served as a soldier under the lord before, and he was still a small leader, and finally he was lucky enough to live to the age of retirement and was placed here to be the village chief. He was more knowledgeable than the villagers, and had seen the armies of other countries pass by many times during this time, and the lord's legions, which had occasionally gone out to expel them not so long ago, had recently stayed in the city and let these foreign troops go.

"It seems that there is going to be a big battle, I don't know how many people will die, hey, when will it be stable this year." The village chief sighed, even if there was no army attacking today, he would have to go back to the city. After the crushing defeat of Viruga, the Kingdom of Svadia lost the support of the numberers, and the army suffered heavy losses, and was in dire need of reinforcements. Recently, the situation has deteriorated, and even some retired veterans have to report to their local lords and reorganize into the legion as appropriate.

Just as the villagers were about to set off, a native nobleman appeared nearby with his private soldiers, and seeing that the village was about to be plundered, he led his team straight towards the enemy. The old village chief looked back at the cavalry in the distance, and he could already see their origin, it was the devil cavalry of Kugit, and he still remembered how terrible those enemies were when he was a soldier, and even the knights could not necessarily win.

"Another child who has been brainwashed by the novels of aristocratic knights, fighting is not a fairy tale, but unfortunately, there are not many nobles with virtue now." The old village chief looked at the nobleman's young face and shook his head, the kid was obviously the leader of a mercenary group, but the number of troops was too small. Every year in the kingdom, such young people come out to break out, most of them are children who have no inheritance rights, and the family gives them a sum of money to come out and experience. If you are lucky, you will be hired by the king, and finally have the opportunity to make a career and get a fief to become a lord, and if you are unlucky, you can only squander it and flee back to your family, and be arranged to work as a commoner for a lifetime, and of course, some have become adventurers and bounty hunters or even bards.

This young nobleman is our number 59, and he is not hot-headed to fight the Kugit army, and Howard asks him to hold the Kugit back for a while, although in a sense both are sent to death. However, after Howard took out ten bottles of refreshment potions, No. 59 went on the path of death without hesitation, and these potions were worth more than his more than 30 miscellaneous soldiers.

"That guy has a problem with his brain, isn't it good to shrink in the turtle shell and come out to die?"

"There are so many numbered people in the Swadia camp, who knows if there will be a few brain-dead guys. It's a pity that this guy in front of him is poor and sour, and he probably doesn't have much oil and water, do you want to be our captive and eat and drink for nothing to survive this winter? But it's only the beginning of October! ”

"Hearing you say this, it's really a bit possible, the numbered ones are the poorest in their camp, and it's really possible to tie themselves up and send them to the door this winter, the treatment of the cell is much better than in the wild, I heard that the cell in Viruga is more comfortable than the hotel, and I don't know if it's true."

"Why, do you want to live in it and try it, I can help you, hahaha. By the way, you can divide this captive, I really don't like him. ”

In the preparation time before the battle began, the stupid stares of the Kugit numberers annoyed 59 for a while. The sound of the conversation in the back made No. 59's face red and white for a while, and his heart was even more angry.

"You can't be killed, you bastards." As soon as the battle began, No. 59 rushed out, followed by dozens of his infantry.

The Kugit numberers sent a small group of archers and sent a rain of arrows in the distance, and the 59th turned his horse and fled to the rear. No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and the Kugit numberers will not let go of this guy who took the initiative to provoke them, and they sent 20 more lancers, ready to crush this miscellaneous gang with a single charge.

With the infantry in front and the crossbowmen behind, the formation of 30 men behind the hillside was unexpectedly decent, and No. 59 clenched his spear tightly and waited for the arrival of the lancers. The hill just blocked the shooting range of the archers, and also blocked the sight of the Kugit numberers, although No. 59 was angry, but he was not a stunned young man with high blood, he wanted to use this small hill to teach the bastards a lesson. The task is to hold the enemy for a while, of course, the longer the better, rather than being killed directly, it is better to show the enemy to be weak first, so that it can last a little longer.

The lancers were not slow, and quickly rushed up the hill, and then, when they outcropped at the top of the hill, they saw the Svadian soldiers who were waiting for them. The infantry formed a dense formation, and after a round of crossbow arrows, the crossbowmen also took out their military hammers to join the ranks of the infantry, and No. 59 rushed towards the enemy with the slight strength of his own number.

"Ahem." No. 59 was accidentally stabbed in the chest with a rifle, and as for the shield, it had already rotted during the first hedge. His soldiers were on the verge of being slaughtered, and the double inferiority of class and rank made the outcome a foregone conclusion before the battle began. When the Lancers lost to the fifth, No. 59 was finally severely damaged, and feeling that he could not do anything, he immediately broke away from the grappling and circled in the clearing. However, the lancers who were closely following behind him were slowly approaching, and a squad of archers was also outflanked, and a few arrows fell not far behind No. 59, he knew that he couldn't do it, but after dragging on for so long, Howard should be satisfied.

Lord Lincoln learned that the vanguard was in some trouble, but he didn't pay attention when he learned that it was a headless Swadian numberer. Ever since he secretly calculated the arrogant Lord Reed, he had been in a state of unease, and everyone knew that Rhodok had formed an alliance with Salander, and his previous calculations had already been exposed.

Because of this, there was a gradual gap between himself and the Gerry Lord, and this operation could have gathered more numbered people, but the group of lone rangers led by Gerry were unwilling to participate, didn't they know that the era of solitary travel had passed. In this situation, disunity means being the prey of others.

If Gerry was here, he would definitely scold Lincoln for being a **, his military strength is also top-notch among the Kugit numberers, the Kugit numberers are not the poor ghosts of Swadia, which numberer who can take charge alone does not have a full army, this is his lifeline. Joining Lincoln's gang without command is enough, and even his forces have to be reorganized, so a fool would do this.

However, Lincoln's plan was still very popular with the ordinary numberers, who did not have much troops, and secondly, they could not fish for food alone, and I heard that Lincoln was forming a raiding group, and more than 20 people joined it, even a few numberers who had been pitted by Hu Bin were among them. Their participation made Lincoln and his gang the mainstream of the Kugit numberers' circle, and it is no wonder that he had the audacity to co-opt Gerry.