And they were right.

They have created a miracle that is not too big or too small. They actually withstood the attacks of the freelance knights who gathered on the mainland. Rog they failed, they couldn't bite the other party's phalanx at all. It's like an iron plate, it's hard everywhere.

The reason why the freeknights have been able to gallop on the mainland for so many years is that they are all brave and good at fighting, and they are good at change.

Another extremely important reason is that everyone in the team they form is more or less related by blood, so as long as one of them dies in battle, the whole team will take revenge on the enemy frantically. Morale will never be a concern for them, because the more people die, the more they take revenge

The stronger the desire, the higher the morale!

However, they could not defeat the infantry of Nabal. Not because of their own, but because there is Nabal here. Rogge clearly realized that Nabar was the soul and backbone of the entire rogue, and as long as he existed, this team would be difficult to destroy. So as soon as he came up, he asked to fight him, hoping to make this group of bandits break down. And yet he failed, he underestimated Nabal too much!

Although they are really strong and united. But with Nabal's bandits more united, they are outlaws, and they will never worry about where their heads will fall tomorrow. But they can't! They are related. Even if you can't bite open the skin with all your might, how can you talk about eating the enemy's flesh raw? A knight who can't charge is not even as good as an ordinary soldier!

Here's the problem, and it's going to be fatal!

Seeing the freelancers rushing up one by one with red eyes, Rogge wanted to pull his hair bare. The pirate's formation was so strong that unless they could inflict heavy damage on Nabal, they had no chance of winning.

But with his strength, even if he was able to defeat Nabar, he would be seriously injured, and the result would be that he would not be able to command the battle, which would be a great blow to the morale of his troops. Besides, now that the battle has begun, there is simply no time to fight Nabal.

Is there a turning point?

Rogge suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter was heard far away in the wind, and almost all the pirates were slightly surprised when they heard this voice.

Nabal didn't figure out what was going on, and he blew off the head of a freelancer with his throwing axe while glancing at Rog suspiciously.

"Is this old fellow crazy?" Nabal muttered to himself.

Rogge was still laughing, but his laugh was not the kind of hysterical bitterness, but a smile full of confidence. Because just now, his keen ears caught a voice, it was coming from afar, and it was approaching at a great speed, fast as the wind!

Rogge brandished his sword and rushed towards the enemy formation: "Everyone, charge!

Nabal was taken aback: "Rescuer, when did this old fellow move in to help him, where did he get it?" he stopped what he was doing and squinted his eyes to look behind Rogge. There are other pirates around, and he has absolute security.

A figure gradually appeared on the horizon in the distance, and his figure became clearer as the horse ran. Dressed in tattered clothes, a shining iron sword, and an emerald green repeater, he killed it single-handedly!

I yelled, "Rogge, you're such a pig-like teammate! I was going to do a sneak attack, but now you're all messed up!"

Rogge shouted disapprerovingly: "Do you think I'm stupid Resarit? Since you have the courage to rush into the battlefield single-handedly, then you must be absolutely sure! Now, let me see what you are capable of!"

I silently gave Rogge a middle finger in my heart, not with such a pit teammate!

Nabal laughed, "Ignorant fellow, how dare you save these dead people alone!, in that case, I will fulfill you and go to hell!" he said as he took a Viking axe in his hand, ready to let me go to the devil.

This time, however, Nabal made an absolutely fatal mistake. He believed that the cavalry gram infantry did not exist in front of him, and this is a fact. But if he's gone, his troops will be wiped out once this law comes into effect!

Rogge didn't seem to notice the beads of sweat rolling down my head, but beckoned the knights to step back and make room for me, as if trying to get a good look at my performance.

I cursed him a thousand times in my heart. Originally, I only had to face Nabal, but now, as soon as he retreats, I will face the whole army!

When I return to Chanda, I will report this to Count Araciss, and dismiss him!" I thought indignantly, and I could not help clenching the repeater hanging from my horse. Strange to say, as soon as I held this crossbow, I felt a sense of intimacy, and those hideous-faced pirates, Nabal, standing straight in front of the army, seemed to be irrelevant.

Because they're about to go into the ground!

I lifted my repeater, narrowed my left eye, aimed it at Nabal's head, and pulled the trigger with my fingers without hesitation. Wow, a crossbow bolt mixed with the breath of death flew like Nabal. Next, it would pierce Nabal's head, shattering his skull and continuing to fly with its brains. And that terrifying person will soon cease to exist in the world.

Unfortunately, these are just my imaginations. Nabal didn't move in the face of the arrows flying at him, and the muscles in his face didn't even tremble. Knowing that it flew in front of him, less than five meters, he suddenly raised the axe in his hand and aimed it at the arrow and slashed it down. With a crisp sound, the bolt was split in half and fell to the ground weakly. Nabal returned to his original stance and didn't even move his position.

Almost at the same time, the pirate camp erupted in cheers, each with an expression of extreme excitement on their faces, shouting "Long live Nabar" as if their battle was over.

I sneered inwardly and shot all four of my remaining crossbow bolts. As the last one was fired, my wrist flicked slightly, allowing it to hide behind the first three bolts so that it wouldn't be seen by Nabal.

Nabal apparently didn't expect my crossbow bolt to not have to be reloaded after a shot, and the slight tremor in his leg and stomach speaks volumes. But he didn't say anything, just stared at the three crossbow bolts flying in, and secretly clenched the axe in his hand. Split three in a row, and he wasn't too sure about it. On the battlefield, however, retreat is equal to death!

The first one was split from it, and Nabal turned around in a dashing manner, his axe fell, and the second was cut off by the waist. Then with a backward lean, Nabar easily dodged the third. As he leaned back, he saw a third stick inserted into the dirt. He straightened up and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

The moment he straightened up, a stone in my heart finally fell.

Nabal looked in amazement at the fourth bolt that appeared out of thin air, unable to believe his eyes. His eyes widened and he waited helplessly. At such a distance, no matter how he moves, he will be hit!

A tooth-aching sound sounded, and Nabal fell to his knees in agony, his crossbow shoulder trembling. He hissed and gasped, and his hand holding the axe trembled, almost unable to hold it.

Riots broke out in the pirates' camp in an instant. Everyone ran forward to see how the boss's injuries were doing. Even though Nabal reluctantly roared at them to go back, the pirate's formation was still out of order.

My acquaintance's horse retreated, and if it stayed any longer, it would be stabbed by the pirates. Just by looking at their blood-red eyes, I knew that they must have only one idea at the moment, which was to cut me with a thousand knives.

At this time, there was a dull rumbling sound from the flat ground, like thunder against the ground, and it was still approaching. In the distance, dust rose to the sky, and a snow-bright sword shone like the brightest star in the sky.

Freelancers!

Rogge brandished his sword, and his roar spread far across the vast land: "Ride the spear, put it down!"

All the freelancers held their shields in their left hands, and with their right hands, they tucked the end of their rifles under their armpits and aimed them at the enemy in front of them. The tip of the spear glistened in the sunlight, and from a distance it looked like a meteor shower approaching, reflecting an unquestionable, overwhelming majesty.

The doom of the pirates is finally coming. Nabal fell to the ground, watched the knights' red eyes, and struggled to spit out two words from his mouth: "Retreat!"

The pirates, who had been in a mess, suddenly became orderly, some of the most elite men supported Nabal to retreat to the northwest, and the other part quickly lined up for the baptism of blood. Without Nabar, the god of war, their hands holding their weapons began to tremble. Seeing the hungry spearheads, some people began to move backwards involuntarily, but others still stood straight at the front, puffed out their chests, and looked straight ahead.

For a moment, I had an unprecedented respect for Nabal. Being able to train soldiers like this, Nabal's strength is indeed not a rumor, and he deserves the name of the Pirate King.

The leading pirate faced the first freelancer, stepped out without hesitation, and shouted:

"Brothers, use our bodies to cover the Boss's retreat!"

"Kill!" everyone roared at the same time, and rushed in the direction of the freelancers. In an instant, countless spears pierced their bodies, and blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground beneath their feet red. However, there was no fear in their eyes, and the leader was pierced by the spear when facing the first knight, but they were still not deterred, and the figure of the freelancer was reflected in their calm pupils.

What a terrible cohesion!

The free-knight slowed his pace, and in the face of the embarrassed back of Nabal in the distance, he put his sword back into its scabbard and saluted from afar. There was sadness in his gaze, but more reverence, and he was paying homage to his opponent!

Under the sunlight, the image of Rogge's salute was deeply remembered by me like an imprint. For countless days and nights after that, every time I closed my eyes, this image always came to mind.

The pirates finally couldn't hold it anymore, and completely collapsed under the frenzied onslaught of the freelancers, turning into a plate of scattered sand. Some of the cowards dropped their weapons and ran for their lives, only to be pierced through the chest by the spears behind them, some of the pirates continued to fight with their weapons until their bodies were cut in two, and the rest of the pirates, seeing that they were powerless, fought with their teeth and stones. Blood fills the air, death is everywhere, and the death knell finally sounds, its strongest note.

The super combat power of all the pirates burst out under the attack in turn, which made the freelancers fearful. It wasn't until the last man was crucified to the ground that the freelancers breathed a sigh of relief. For them, however, the victory came too late. Their comrades, nearly two-fifths of the freeknights, fell forever on the ground, resting with their opponents. This is a big loss for Chanda, and for other free forces.

Rogge dismounted gently, carefully walked through the bloody battlefield, solemnly took off his helmet and held it on his chest, and lowered his head. Like him, all the freelancers paid a silent tribute to their dead comrades. The horse snorted restlessly, but could no longer call back the dead.

For the pirates, it was a day to remember. On 13 April, more than 3,000 pirates were wiped out near Kwyn, and Nabar fled with a wounded wound. By the time the Nord army in Sagoth was belatedly ready to join the freelancers, the freelancers had already retreated, leaving them with only large swaths of corpses and red-stained meadows. Broken spears, throwing axes stuck in the dirt, cracked wooden shields, these things can be found everywhere. The pirates who had won a lot of battles in the past finally tasted defeat. Since then, no pirate has dared to stretch his feet across the Yu River and step into the territory of Zenda. After this, the plague of water thieves in Zenda was relieved without much effort, and Nabal's forces were dealt a heavy blow. But he was not crushed, for as he retreated, he put down his harsh words and said:

"Wait, this revenge will be avenged!"

The battle may have been so thrilling that almost all the freelancers were killed here. When Wiggins had routed the enemy forces near Zenda who were about to cut us off our retreat and joined us, he patted his chest with palpitations, and a smile finally appeared on his face. The rescued Mo Mocha didn't say anything, walked up and hugged me, and shook me violently a few times.

"Boss, I thought I would never see you again!" said Mocha, a little choked.

I couldn't laugh or cry: "You see we're all good, what's there to be sad about, be happy." You see, we've won this battle!"

Freelancer Rogge said slowly, "Maybe, we did win this battle. ”

The unusual tone of his words caught my attention: "Rogge, what do you mean by that?"

Freelancer Rogge said with a serious face, "I'm afraid this is just the beginning. Perhaps there will be even more brutal battles in the future. ”

I shrugged, "Whatever the hell, I just want to have a good drink right now." ”

The expression on Freelancer Rogge's face relaxed a little, as if amused by the way I shrugged his shoulders: "Alright, Resarit, now all we have to do is go back and report to Count Arassis. Besides," he said, pulling something out of his bosom, "it was found by one of my men on the battlefield, and I have decided to give it to you as a reward for your single-handedness." He spread out his palm, and a badge carved with an ancient pattern lay silently. The moment the sun hits the surface of the badge, it reflects a dazzling golden light that illuminates everyone's face.

I took it carefully and wore it on my right chest, along with the mercenary's card, to witness my exploits.

In a burst of laughter, everyone set off to return to Zenda. After the grief is over, all that remains is time for joy and celebration of victory. Even though their hearts are still a little heavy, the soldiers still understand the truth that people cannot be resurrected after death, after all, people die all the time, and there is no need for them to mourn all the time.

Rogge, a freelance knight, walked at the back and looked at my back, and he said in a low voice, "This is just the beginning, there will be greater disasters and more terrible enemies in the future." ”