At dawn, the army outside the gates of York was already in formation, with two rows of sword and shield men in front and archers and spearmen behind.

The defenders of York City were only 1,000 people, and the army out of the city was only 800, and Rodney, as the commander of the regiment, was extremely reluctant, but the letter eagle from the royal capital urged him three times and twice, and the family also sent a letter asking for a quick decisive battle with the enemy forces outside the city and gallop to the aid of the royal capital.

Because Prince George led an army of 50,000 troops along the Silan River, two days ago had arrived at the Saimen Pass in the south of the royal capital, the king was shocked, and the nearest border army would take a month to arrive at the royal capital, the defenders of the capital were corrupt and useless, and the surrounding cities were raided and fell one after another, only the Venason led by inadvertently discovered the army sent by Prince George to sneak attack and was prepared.

The defenders of the city went out of the city in the middle of the night to line up, but in the era of extremely underdeveloped communications, the command of any night operation was inefficient or even ineffective, and the enemy army was already on guard, and as soon as the city gate was opened, the other side had already discovered it.

The two armies faced each other, and the atmosphere was solemn.

The drums of war sounded, and the two armies stepped on the drums and marched forward step by step.

Suddenly, the defenders of York City received the order and stopped, the sword and shield soldiers in the front row were half-kneeling in front of the formation, the archers opened their bows and arrows, and the two armies were a hundred meters apart. The regiment commander gave an order, and the arrows were like flying locusts.

The enemy had planned to attack York City, so most of them were sword and shield soldiers who were good at melee combat, and they did not even prepare a few pairs of bows and arrows, so they had to raise their shields and run forward with their arrows, roaring like thunder.

After two rounds of arrows, more than a dozen unlucky people fell in the opponent's formation, and the charging speed did not decrease at all. Some of the archers threw away their bows and arrows and took the spears and swords from their companions, while the other part switched to flat shots, and the hit rate increased dramatically.

The handover was extremely tragic, one soldier fell, and the battle became more and more stale.

"Let's go!"

The battalion commander drew his sword and shouted, and the cavalry battalion, which had long been ambushed behind the enemy, rushed out, and in order to maintain horsepower, more than 40 cavalrymen maintained the same speed as the rest of the more than 50 infantry, and rushed to the enemy's command flag.

During the Cold Weapon War, the command of the battle was mainly through the banner and the golden drum, the drum was to advance, and the gold was to retreat, and as soon as the military flag fell, the army lost its command, and it was not far from defeat.

"Charge!"

At a distance of 300 meters from the enemy's flag, the enemy had already reacted, and the battalion commander ordered to speed up the charge, and more than 40 horsemen rushed away like arrows from the string, but the battalion commander did not speed up, still following the infantry.

The cavalry rushed into the formation, and a burst of people flipped on their backs, and the speed immediately slowed down, and in a short time, the battalion commander led the infantry to arrive.

The cavalry was stuck in the formation and lost its speed, and the cavalry lost its most powerful weapon.

The battalion commander was not ignorant of this, but he had to do so, disrupt the enemy's formation, and create a chance for victory in the frontal battle.

Handovers.

Ke Mingde held a shield in his left hand and a spear in his right, rushed into the formation, and the arrows shot at his body, which could not penetrate the double protection of cloth armor and leather armor.

Raising a shield to block a sword, with a lift of his right hand, the spear came out like a dragon, piercing the opponent's leather armor and stabbing it in pair.

This was the fourth enemy he had killed.

However, the surrounding enemy forces did not decrease in the slightest, and people kept falling, and others filled the gaps.

"Hah!"

Ke Mingde stabbed out with a shot, taking another life, and before he could pull out the gun, two people rushed up, and Ke Mingde had to let go of his weapon and retreat two steps.

As a great knight, he was invincible on the battlefield, and soon attracted the attention of the enemy, and was "taken care of" by the focus.

"Quick, the flag is in front, rush!"

The battalion commander got off his horse at some point, holding a long sword in his hand, slashing left and right, shouting and screaming.

Ke Mingde pulled out the sword at his waist, rushed left and right in the formation, an iron sword flew up and down, blood splashed everywhere, and after a while, he felt that the blade of the sword had been blunted.

Suddenly, Ke Mingde felt a tingling in his scalp, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he rolled on the spot.

A feathered arrow stuck at his foot, and the feather was still trembling.

"Huh~"

An arrow flew in the air, as fast as lightning

Ke Mingde raised the shield, only to hear a "do" sound, his left arm seemed to be hit hard by a hammer, an arrow was firmly nailed to it, penetrating the copper skin covering the shield surface, penetrating the three-centimeter wooden shield, the stainless steel arrow exposed an inch, and the cold light flickered.

"That's amazing!"

Ke Mingde has been in the army for more than two months, and he also knows a lot about bows and arrows, but since he entered the knight, he is agile, and he is confident that he can 100% dodge the arrows shot from thirty meters away, and when he enters the big knight, in addition to the intensive attack of the arrow rain, he is not afraid of this primitive long-range weapon, and the speed of the bow and arrow is too slow for him.

However, this arrow was so amazing, fast and fierce, it didn't leave him any time to dodge, two arrows in a row, if it weren't for his amazing instinct to break through the big knight, I was afraid that there would be a hole in his body.

"Be careful, there's a marksman!"

William bent his bow and shot at the marksman, who deftly dodged it, but also restrained his movements.

The cavalry battalion is the most elite unit of the Venassen leader, everyone is a knight's strength, at this time to kill into the enemy's formation, like a stubborn stone, let him counterattack, stand still, in this battle of 2,000 people, the cavalry battalion of more than 100 people, played a vital role.

Captain Rodney stood on a high place, dressed in iron armor, and seeing the chaos in the enemy's formation, he led a cavalry of 100 men behind him to rush forward.

This cavalry was formed temporarily during the war, originally to be the escort of the nobles in the city, and a cavalry was formed under the tough attitude of the lord.

"Kill!"

Like a sharp knife, the cavalry divided the already chaotic battlefield into two parts, merging with the cavalry battalion behind enemy lines.

Rebel Army.

The red-haired general let out a long sigh and gave the order.

"Command the guards, prepare to break through!"

"What about the army?"

......

"The general has fled!"

"The general has fled!"

The red-haired Macaulay fled on horseback, and the rebels were suddenly scattered in a mass of sand, and the defenders took advantage of the victory to pursue and completely crush the enemy.

"Keep the captives in the camp, starve them for a day, and give them only one meal a day. ”

At the end of the battle, the regimental commander summoned all the generals in one place.

"What about the losses of the armies?"

"One hundred and seventy of our troops were killed and more than three hundred wounded. ”

"Panamanian battalion commander, how is the cavalry battalion?"

"Fourteen were killed and more than fifty wounded. ”

"How many people are left to fight now?"

"There are about fifty more than that. The commander of the cavalry battalion replied.

"I will give you another fifty cavalry, and you will go out of the city at once, and rush to the Saimen Pass as soon as possible, and I will lead the infantry to arrive later. ”

"Yes!" replied the battalion commander.

The head of the regiment smiled, walked up to him, put his hand on his shoulder, and his azure eyes shone warmly.

"Old friend, glory and wealth are here!"

......

In the barracks, there was a wail, the medical conditions of the army were extremely poor, there was a lack of adequate medicines and doctors, and the wounded soldiers treated each other's wounds.

Ke Mingde took off his armor and washed the blood stains from his body.

He was not injured at all, but his face was a little ugly, he had just killed all sides on the battlefield, and his blood was full of blood, but he felt a little uncomfortable at this time.

He killed ten enemies with his own hands, the first time he had killed a chicken, and he had never killed a chicken before.

Thinking of the splattered blood, remembering the eyes and cries of those soldiers who were either hated or pleading before they died, an indescribable taste welled up in my heart.

"How fragile life is, how beautiful life is, I must not die as humbly as they did......"

He stood up, poured out the water from the basin, and walked back into the room.

The soldiers on the road gave way one after another, and Ke Mingde on the battlefield was like a killing god, leaving a deep impression in their hearts.

It is human instinct to fear and worship the strong.