This 100-meter sprint lasted for a full hour, until everyone was exhausted and sweaty, and in the snowfields of North Calradia, everyone's heads were steaming with a trace of white steam, and I saw Arthurs wipe the sweat with his sleeve without grace, and then almost collapsed, his legs and feet shaking. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI'm riding a horse, but it's not much better.

Just when everyone was exhausted, we finally saw two thin figures on the hillside not far ahead, carrying each other, and climbing up step by step. Molodov, who had the best eyes, shouted: "Look, it's Sephiroth and Monica!"

The sound was heard far away in the open snowfield, and the two figures over there obviously heard it, and their bodies stiffened for a moment, and they immediately wanted to run even harder.

Arthurs saw Sephiroth, and his already breathless body seemed to be stained with chicken blood, so he roared and ran again, and several brothers who still had a little strength also staggered to follow, and Molodov was among them. The two groups of men fled and chased, and the distance was rapidly shortening, and finally before Sephiroth and they climbed to the top of the hill, Arthurs caught up with them, and several people surrounded Sephiroth in the middle, and they were fierce. The emaciated Monica hid behind Sephiroth, terrified.

Arthurs was on his knees, snorting and panting, unable to speak for a long time, and after a long time, he finally said intermittently: "You, Sephiroth, you traitor, you actually kidnapped Monica!"

I was a little desperate at the time, because Arthurs was so attached to this one.

Sephiroth seemed to have a lot of strength, his chest rose and fell slightly, his right hand tightly held the dagger at his waist, and stared at Arthurs nervously: "Arthurs, you and I were once comrades-in-arms, I don't want to hurt you, let us go immediately!"

Arthurs laughed, but because of his exhaustion, these laughter were more like the snoring of the old bellows, and he said intermittently: "You, don't want to hurt, I......?

But before Arthurs could finish speaking, Sephiroth looked weak and should have been very lethal with his fist, and he smashed it on his nose, and Arthurs howled miserably, clutched his nose and fell, struggling and rolling in the snow, blood staining the white snow.

The other guy, Pisa Whoro, who had been inserted with Arthurs, was then kicked in the stomach by Sephiroth and rolled down the hill like a gourd.

Then, Molodov was punched in the chest, and he shook and staggered back.

I jumped off my horse and yelled, "Sephiroth, don't be too arrogant, remember that you were once our comrade-in-arms, so we didn't kill you, do you think you can really escape?"

I peeked at Monica, a little girl who was watching Sephiroth with a smile on her face.

Sephiroth and I exchanged a slap in the face, and staggered back as if I was not strong enough. Although I don't know what internal force is or what it looks like if it's not strong, I don't think Monica knows either, so I don't have to worry about goofs.

Sephiroth punched and kicked him, and he had already repelled several people who had caught up, and he reached out to pick up Monica, turned around and ran down the north slope of the hill, and after a while he was gone.

Arthurs covered his nose and climbed up, and roared angrily: "Chase, chase me, chase me!"

I waved my hand to stop his impulsiveness and said, "I didn't expect Sephiroth to hide so deeply, it turns out that his martial arts attainments are so high, if it weren't for the sake of his former colleagues, we might have all died on the spot just now." ”

Arthurs stared at me in disbelief, and I sighed, "Just let them go......"

"But ......"

I glared at him: "It's all my own comrades-in-arms, do you really want to kill him?" I have vaguely revealed the truth about Sephiroth in my words, but I'm not sure if Arthurs, a muscular man, can hear it. It's hard to go into too much detail.

I took the map from Molodov and re-identified where we are. We are in the middle of the city of Sunoh and Fort Tihlog, in the buffer zone between the Svadia Empire and the Nord Kingdom, and the security in this area is not very good. I don't know why this thought flashed through my mind, it stands to reason that our other identity now should be the bandit who cut the path, and the bandit is thinking about the problem of poor security, which is a joke.

But before I could laugh, there was a dull rumbling sound from the direction I had come, and it felt like a thunderstorm that was about to fall in the summer. I climbed on my horse and looked far away the way I came, but I could see nothing but a layer of snow and fog rising up, and nothing else.

But Arthurs shuddered suddenly, and he climbed up the higher hill three times and twice, and suddenly let out a terrible scream: "Enemy attack!

As his voice rang out, I could see the flag beneath the snow mist, a snow eagle flag, identical to the badge on the caravan wagon we had robbed. Don't even think about it, it must be the victim of this business, and the men of General Eden, the lord of Tiha, have chased after him.

However, this is a buffer zone between the two countries, and the rash entry of the army into this zone will even cause a war between the two countries!

What's more, General Eden's men still chased after him from the direction of Suno. The army of this Nord lord was slaughtered from the territory of the Svadia Empire.

What the hell happened, could it be that overnight, Suno was captured by General Eden?

I didn't have time to think about it, but I glanced at my tired and disorganized men, and my heart suddenly cooled. I'm still conspiring and calculating old G, and now I'm about to be served by someone.

The area is empty except for a few well-undulating hills, and it is almost as clear as a look. Unfortunately, we were located on the highest hill in the area, and against the background of the snow, our 100-year-old stood out. The team saw it from afar, and it was coming straight for us.

There was a team of at least two hundred horses, which looked like a sentry horse team of the Nord detachment. I was a little settled in my heart. When I traveled in Calradia before, I used to hear many retired old officers brag and fart, and laughed at Nord's horse team, saying that they were not even as good as children, saying that they would only ride horses to block the route of the opposing cavalry's sprint, and then dismount and fight hand-to-hand, they were simply a group of savage apes with no concept, and they could be called the scum of the cavalry. If it was the equestrian orangutan in the mouth of these old officers, maybe there would be a drama in this battle.

As I pondered, I gave the order, and soon the panting brethren who had fallen behind gathered and formed a circle at the top of the hillside.

Since Caesar and Acrylic had taken twenty-five long-swordmen to protect Sephiroth, I had only fifty spearmen and twenty-five long-swordmen at my disposal. I asked Molodorf to scatter a rushing wagon around the circle to form a barricade for the horses, and the spearmen set up a circular double gun formation in it, and at the bottom arranged for Jack to lead twenty-five long swordsmen to form the final support. Because it was the first time to change formation, it took some time for everyone. As soon as the circle was formed, the sentinel horse team had already surrounded us from all sides, and slowly rode their horses closer. At the head was a Nord man with a Germanic helmet that covered his cheeks, wearing a thick bearskin vest covered with a layer of hard, cold chain mail. A half-man-long two-handed battle axe lay across his saddle, and he looked contemptuously at us in front of us, ragged and disheveled.

After glancing for three minutes, the Nord man said with a cold face: "It's you who robbed our General Eden's caravan and caused our brother to eat a cold wind on a snowy day?" Seventy of us were stationed at the top of the hillside, surrounded on all sides by twice as many cavalry, and instead of immediately giving the order to attack, the other side came back and talked nonsense, which was a sign of unaccustomed cavalry warfare. This guy said "eat a stomach of cold wind", which means that they have been running in the snow for a long time, and they may not even have time to eat, and now they are tired and hungry. Summing up all the information gathered in this short period of time, the conclusion is that we may not lose this battle, and even have a considerable chance of winning...... The premise is that the other side has no other reinforcements.

I said, "That's right, we did it, the goods have been sold, the money has been spent, what can you do with us?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, it seemed that he never thought that being a robber would be so reasonable, and after a moment, this guy reacted, and waved the battle axe in his hand forward: "Kill, kill, kill! Damn, don't wait for the brothers behind, let's do it first!"

My heart sank, and sure enough, there were reinforcements on the other side, but I don't know how many people there were. Generally speaking, the smallest marching units of the five major countries except for the sentinel mission are all detachments, so that means that the infantry force of a detachment may be a detachment, nearly 2,000 people.

Nearly 2,000 Nord infantry, which is not something that our seventy men can face.

Therefore, for the sake of now, the best way is to completely annihilate these cavalry in front of them in the shortest possible time, and then quickly withdraw from here.

But I only have about 70 men in my hands, and it is not easy to completely annihilate the opponent's 200 cavalry, if I fail to strike a single blow, let the opponent escape, hang far away, and wait for their infantry to support us, we will be almost finished.

My mind was spinning as the first wave of the opposing cavalry charge had begun, and the Nord cavalry, nicknamed the equestrian orangutan, roared low, brandished the two-handed battle axes in their hands, and crashed into the circle of spearmen from all four directions. But the carriages scattered along the route forced them to make detours again and again, and the speed of the charge dropped rapidly, until at the end of contact it was no more than trotting speed.

Molodov's voice was a little distorted, and he shouted the command "one", and the first row of short-handled spears pierced out at the same time, piercing into the chests of the horses, and when he shouted "two", the phalanx spears of the second row also stretched out at the same time, piercing the chests of at least a dozen Nord knights.

However, more Nord knights took advantage of the gap between the second row of guns to crash into the gap in the gun array, and the two-handed battle axes in their hands swung out streaks of snow.

Jack in the inner circle also gave the order, and twenty-four long swordsmen worked in groups of two to fill the gap where the spear array was torn open, and in the light of the sword, more than a dozen knights were immediately cut off their horses, and the snow was stained with blood.

The Nord man on the opposite side whistled, and the Nord knight, who was caught in the gun, turned his horse's head with difficulty and fled, and in the process, a dozen or so people were picked off their horses by spears and chopped by long knives.

In the first round of the encounter, both sides suffered casualties, but they were both within acceptable limits.

The Nord cavalry withdrew to the outside of the chariot formation and began to circle around our circle. I have to say that Molodov's car formation is still very particular, the distance is just right, if you enter the car formation, the cavalry team of 200 people will be crowded, there is no room to turn around, if you do not enter the car formation, the other party can only stare dryly.