Castle Derberg, which has stood on top of the Jerukhs Mountains since the founding of the Nord state, is a giant guarding the border between Nord and Swadia. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Due to the dangers of the Gerburg Fortress and the sloping hills that served as a natural barrier against the cavalry, the heavy cavalry regiments of the Swadia Empire were usually more than happy to take a detour from the end of the mountain range into Nord territory and attack the more remote Rudaburg.

It's been more than fifty years since the last small attack that no one has attacked this dangerous fort.

It was so safe that there was naturally no need to send more troops, from the initial standard of 800 troops, gradually reduced to more than 600, and due to the needs of the Virginian War, the strength was redistributed, and it was reduced to more than 300 ten years ago.

Just three hundred people decided the fate of Nord!

"Three hundred men are enough!!

The bowstring sounded, and the arrow was like a shuttle.

Whew - whoosh whoosh

A rain of arrows roared towards the Svadia assault force on the slope.

"Raise the shield!!" At the sound of the order, the shields were raised diagonally, forming a shield wall, trying to block the rain of arrows.

Puff-puff-ah!~~

Unfortunately, the shield wall was not indestructible, and many sharp arrows still slammed into the gaps, pinning several Svadia soldiers to the ground.

Whoosh -

Before the Svadias could put down their shields again, a new round of arrows poured down, directly pressing the Swadia army to the point that it could not raise its head. It was very difficult to even stand on such a slope of nearly forty-five degrees, let alone advance against round after round of arrows, and the Swadia lineup began to loosen, and people kept being shot, wailing and struggling on the ground.

By the end of the fourth wave of arrows, Swadia's assault force had lost more than half of its casualties and began to retreat slowly.

"Haha, what am I talking about?" Hasar laughed and spat bitterly at the city, "The Svadians are all beasts! Look, they will be out in less than three days!" Cesar! !! Cesaron, the vanguard of the Harongoth army, shouted angrily as he ran to the camp commander of the camp.

"Don't enter the main camp without your lordship!" Two well-armored Swadian knights guarded the tent door, expressionless and raised their swords to stop Divalen.

"his approval!" Di Valen's iron pincer-like hands tightly grabbed the wrists of the two knights, his face was already red with anger, and he scolded: "Cesar! You!!"

"Besides, what kind of errand do you have to do to punish our commandos as arrow targets!! Don't let all of us attack together, charge once every hour, and retreat in a quarter of an hour. What kind of bullshit is this!?"

"We have killed and wounded nearly fifty brothers in one afternoon today!!These are the most elite Svadian soldiers in the Empire!!"

"Get out of here and give me an explanation!!"

"Who's making a fuss outside the door?" a pleasant voice came from inside the tent with a smile.

Immediately, the owner of the voice poked his head out of the tent door.

With beautiful blond hair draped over his shoulders and a pair of brilliant eyes embedded in his white jade face, a handsome young man like a porcelain doll, this is Charles-Cesar's personal bodyguard.

Charles first motioned for the guards to put away his sword, and then bowed gracefully: "It's Lord Divalen, I don't know what's going on?"

"Are you deaf or are you in the water in your brain? You haven't heard anything after yelling outside for so long?"

"If it's because of the operational deployment problem, please go back, Lord Harongoth has already given clear tactical instructions. Charles was still smiling.

"Tell you the size, I don't even bother to talk nonsense with you sissy, we are the direct army of King Haraus, why should we listen to your command and send you to death!!

In the face of Di Valen's rude insults, Charles's face did not change: "Lord Harongoth had expected you to say this, and he asked me to hand you this letter. ”

After speaking, he handed Di Valen a letter with the coat of arms of a black lion on a red background.

Black lion on a red background, that's the seal of His Majesty King Harlaus.

Divalen gasped and slowly opened the letter, which contained only a simple sentence.

"If you see this letter, you will see me, and those who violate the order will be beheaded!"

Charles's voice suddenly became full of majesty: "Lord Divalen, don't send it!"

With a turn, Charles retreated back into the tent, leaving a stunned Divalen standing outside the camp.

What the hell are you thinking, Cesar Harangos!? Hmph, that idiot of Devallon must still be cursing at me.

Then let him curse to his heart's content, a reckless man with no brains.

Cesar frowned disdainfully, wiped the sweat from his head, and continued to lift the burden in his hand with great force.

"Hurry up, get to your destination while it's dark, and tomorrow Gerburg will be full of our Swadia flags!" said Cesar.

"Yes!" replied the eighty soldiers feebly, but still lifting the weight on their shoulders and marching along the rugged mountain road.

The moonlight shone through the trees and fell on the burden, and the object on the burden squirmed from time to time, struggling to make the slightest sound.

It's a horse!

Twenty fine horses!!

The group of four people actually climbed the steep hillside and slowly carried the war horse up the mountain on a stretcher.

The castle was not built on top of a hill, there was still a certain amount of flat land in front of the fort and behind the fort, and there was a small high slope to the northwest opposite the back door of the castle as the starting point of the charge.

There was the dumb guy of Devallen in front of him to attract attention, and he just had to take a detour to quietly transport the horse up the gentle slope on the side.

Look at the Nords.

Who said that in mountain warfare, you can't use cavalry!!

Cesar's mouth arced. Damn, these Svadians are bothered!!" Hasar was about to lose his patience.

Svadia's army attacked almost every hour and retreated as soon as the time came. This kind of wheel tactics made the archers of the Nord army extremely tired, and the accuracy of shooting gradually decreased. And it's night now, and although the moonlight is clear, the field of vision has indeed dropped a lot, and it is a waste of arrows to blindly release arrows.

They are consuming us!!

Hasar suddenly understood.

"Give the order to go down, don't let the arrows go away! The archers are divided into three equal shifts, taking turns to rest. Get the enemy close to the 200-meter range before you start shooting!"

"Yes, sir. ”

Sure enough, this time the Swadias were also firmly within two hundred meters, without making any risky charge, and after a quarter of an hour they turned around and retreated again.

"Hmph, is it really? Harongoth, this idiot, says it is the sword of Swadia. Only the rice bucket would think of such an inferior and exhausting tactic. ”

"Pass the order, gradually narrow the range of shooting during each defense, let them get closer, and then shoot them into hedgehogs!"

Two hundred meters, one hundred and ninety meters, one hundred and seventy meters, one hundred and thirty meters, one hundred meters.

The distance was shortened by the charges.

The sky is also getting brighter little by little.

"The next charge will completely shoot them into a sieve, and my archers will have enough rest anyway. "Hassal is confident.

"But there's no next time!" said Charles, smiling gracefully, dancing alone in front of the camp with two short swords.

When the sword track is like a colorful butterfly wearing flowers, when it is like a tiger going down the mountain, one is rigid and one is soft, and the republic is harmonious, and sometimes it is fast and sometimes slow, the sword light flows, and it is dizzy to teach people.

Sword dance, singing.

"The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying~"

"The wind and clouds are sweeping in all directions,"

"The blade of the sword swept away and destroyed the thieves~"

"I want to use the kamikaze to settle the country!"

After the dance, all the soldiers were appreciative.

In the thunderous applause, Charles clearly saw that the handsome flag in the camp tent suddenly moved, and then pointed straight in the direction of Fort Jerburg.

The north wind is up!! it's time!!

"All the army, let's go!" On the hillside, Cesara's eighty men and horses had all gone up the mountain, and twenty heavily armored knights were ready to go.

However, they still don't understand what the manager is going to do.

"Wait a little longer!" Cesar finally spoke.

"Wait a little longer, they'll be coming out the back door!"

"Huh??"

"There will be about two hundred and fifty people, and all we have to do is rush down from here and harvest their heads!"

"What, are you alright?"

"Twenty beats more than two hundred!?"

"Is it really one against ten?"

"What a joke!"

The knights began to question.

"Listen," Cesara said earnestly, "to win and to annihilate are two different concepts. ”

"Just let their confidence collapse completely, so it must be fast, fast enough to destroy more than half of their forces at once, then that is, we only need to kill one hundred and fifty people!"

"As the most elite knights in Svadia, you can kill four people each, is that no problem?"

The knights nodded.

"Very well, so the recruits we just helped carry the horses kill one infantry for every two people, right?"

The recruits nodded as well.

"That's good, eighty plus thirty is one hundred and ten!"

Cesar stood up with the two-handed greatsword in his hand, and a fierce murderous aura and surging self-confidence surged out.

"Then the remaining forty will be borne by me!!"

The drums of war are sounding, and the flags are turning.

At the foot of the hill, the Svadia army marched out and charged again.

Hasar smiled contemptuously: "Is it finally here? all the archers are in the city! Hot oil is ready!!Wait until they are within two hundred meters before they start shooting, nailing the Swadia mongrels to the top of the mountain!!"

500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters.

The hands of the Nord's warriors holding the longbow had begun to sweat slightly.

Once again, confirm your armament.

Fifty meters away, ready to pull the bowstring!

Fifty meters later, the strings rang and the arrows fell.

It was as if the screams of the Svadians were already in their ears.

No!

There isn't a single extra fifty meters left!

The Swadias quickly dispersed three hundred meters away.

"What do they want?" Hasar wondered.

The torches were lit one by one, and the soldiers of Swadia rushed to the woods on both sides with oil and flinching materials on their backs!

"Bastards, they want to burn the mountain!!! stop them!" Hasar shouted.

It was too late, and by the time the Nord archers had reacted, they had set up their bows and arrows and fired them, and the first fire had already been lit.

One, two, three. The spark turned into a prairie fire in an instant.

The north wind suddenly rose, and the wind and fire immediately turned the mountains and forests into a sea of fire, and the billowing smoke and monstrous heat waves were swept up by the wind, constantly surging uphill.

"Ahem, damn Swadiaans!!, vile !!"

"Report sir, we can't see anything!!"

"It's hot!!"

"I'm almost ripe!!"

In order to have a good view of the defense, the nearby dense forest was cut down once at the beginning of the construction of the castle, but as the years passed, the trees began to grow luxuriantly. Decades of peace allowed the defenders of Jerburg to relax sufficiently, cutting down only the trees within a radius of more than 300 meters of the fortress, and the rest were just routinely cut down every three days, keeping a certain number of trees.

No one could have imagined that laziness at this moment could be so deadly.

"Why is there a north wind, this season the mountain wind should be from south to north!!" Hasar was stunned: "If this continues, although the fire will not spread to the castle, such a thick smoke and heat wave are enough to kill people!"

Just go out through the back door, there is a gentle slope downward, where you can take shelter until the fire subsides!

The defense of the front door can be properly relaxed, anyway, with such a thick smoke and heat wave, they can't attack either.

"All the staff obeyed the order, except for the second shift of forty people who stayed behind the castle hall, all the others withdrew from the back door!

At the foot of the mountainside, Charles stood with his hands in his hands, completely ignoring the stunned Divalen, smiled and whispered: "The sea is against the waves, the bucket is moving, and Lan is rolling!"

"The young master is right, the Nords really didn't learn the astrology well enough. ”