The Nords were shocked once more, their armor, their shields like a fragile blank sheet of paper under the rain of arrows from their old enemies, the Vecchians. Their shock didn't last long, as a third wave of arrows shot into the air.

"Rush over! Contact the Vekians, their bows and arrows will be helpless!" A Nord squad leader suddenly reacted, he led his squad to the opposite weak Vikia infantry line, in order to run faster, and because the opposite Vekia infantry themselves blocked the vision of his own archers, he was not worried about any long-range threat in front of him, he held his shield above his head, pulled out a throwing axe from his back, and was ready to throw it out with all his strength as soon as he ran into a range of thirty meters.

Their charge alerted the Nords, who raised their shields above their heads and pounced forward like wolves, and if they made contact, the intriguing Wikiians would be completely crushed. In order to prevent the rain of arrows from falling from the sky from causing dense damage, they subconsciously ran away while running.

The two Nord infantry phalanxes, which were originally neat, were scattered by themselves at once.

At the same time that the Nord infantry phalanx completely dispersed, the Nord commander was suddenly shocked in his heart, he did not see the tragic situation of the Nord warriors who were torn apart by the rain of arrows on the front line, but an ominous shadow still came to his mind. Subconsciously, he kicked and kicked the herald out, telling him to inform the lightly armed scouts to prepare to leave.

But it was already late, and with a hurried horn, the already boiling plain suddenly remembered the thunderous rumbling of hooves, and the earth began to tremble!

It was the four hundred Vecchian knights, they were dispatched, and the smoke and soil that rose up were like two dragons, one left and one right, pincering the Nords in the middle.

Only then did the Nords realize that they had run into the arc drawn by Vekia's weak infantry formation, and Vekia's knights were now pincering them along the left and right, completely locking them in the encirclement.

They still had a chance and wanted to give a chance to the opponent's infantry forces. At that time, cavalry and archers alone would not be able to have a decisive influence on the outcome of the battle.

This is, of course, the thinking of the Nords, in the eyes of the Nords, the infantry is everything, whether it is cavalry or archers, it is just a tricky auxiliary class.

They then charged, trying to crush the Wekian infantry line before the opposing cavalry could close in.

But as they ran within forty meters, they saw the Vickyan spear and shield men in the first row on the opposite side make a very strange movement, which they were very familiar with, and they often did it themselves, but they had never seen it from the Wiki infantry.

That is, the action of throwing.

The Vekia infantry line had now formed a semicircle, and within the encirclement of the semicircle were close to a thousand Nord infantry with shields held above their heads. The Wikibians, who now make up the first row of this semicircular encirclement, threw their military guns as throwing guns.

No one has ever said that a gun-shield-bearer cannot throw a military gun in his hand, but everyone knows that a gun-shieldman who has lost a military gun cannot make any big waves with only one shield left.

In fact, as we all know, the military guns that sink to the point of being thugs are far more powerful than the slender javelins.

Especially against the Nord warriors who held their shields above their heads.

The sound of a crack through the air, the flat blades of heavy military guns cut through the armor of the Nords, into their chests, stomachs, thighs. In this round of throwing alone, countless mushy plasma was left on the ground.

The gunsmiths immediately hid behind the shield, and they immediately met with the revenge of the surviving Nords, countless throwing axes and short-throwing guns rushed over, crackling and cracking on the shield, and soon the shield shattered.

At this time, the hearts of the Nord people were completely cold. Because the opposing infantry was in a narrow line with no depth, and because the opponent's first row was full of spear and shield men, they could at least form a dense and unfavorable approach throw that did not bring much effect, at most, less than a dozen Vekia infantry lying in a pool of blood.

This was not the end, at the very moment when their throwing ended, all the Wikibian infantry suddenly squatted down en masse, and even the shields were knocked down. What appeared in front of these Nords, whose center of gravity was crooked due to excessive throwing force, was a Devil's Crying Arrow that came from a flat shot.

The god of Nord, Tyr, has finally abandoned them.

A thousand Nord warriors, before they could come into contact with the infantry line of the Vicchians whom they had mocked in every possible way, were demoralized and completely collapsed. When they turned around and fled, they saw an even more terrifying scene. The Vekia knights, who had galloped out earlier, did not rush to block their backs, but went further, strangling the Nord archers who were following them from two directions.

The Nords focused only on the infantry, and their archers were hunters who wore coarse cloth shirts and were temporarily recruited from inland villages, and when the war was over, they had to return to their old jobs. They had no formal training, and were even equipped with a variety of weapons, ranging from a simple hunting bow to a small dagger. In front of the heavily armed Vekian Heavy Cavalry, they immediately fell apart.

Commander Nord stared at the battlefield in front of him, he had been so shocked by the successive surprises that he had lost the ability to think, he watched as a thousand of Nod's warriors were killed one by one by a rain of arrows, he watched his own archers being cut to pieces like a cake by the opponent, and he watched the two hundred lightly armed scouts he had just sent out rush towards the enemy's cavalry like suicidal men.

His lieutenant grabbed him and said, "My lord, go quickly!"

He didn't react.

The adjutant said, "If we don't leave, we'll all die here!"

He came to his senses and roared hysterically about sending the three hundred elite guards at the bottom of his box.

The adjutant said: "It's useless, my lord, the elite guards are also the result of being slaughtered, we lose, let the elite guards escort you out!"

He yelled, "What are you talking about? Only the Nords who died in battle, and the Nords who did not escape, all of them ...... with me."

An axe knock him out from behind and threw him to the guards beside him, another of his lieutenants: "Take your lords, you will be in the car, tell the generals, don't underestimate Andy!"

After the adjutant gave the order, he watched the guards escort the commander out of sight, seemed to smile easily, and said to his colleagues: "What your lord just said is right, there are only Nords who died in battle, and there are no Nords who escaped. He then unleashed his axe and led his guards, who had less than a hundred men left, into the slaughtered one-sided battlefield. The dusk of the Woche Plains was bathed in blood, and even every grass and every inch of soil seemed to be soaked in blood mist.

On the highest hill in the plain of Wocheze, a young man dressed in ornate armor and wearing a scarlet velvet cloak rode a horse. His horse was grazing with his head down, and he was holding an apple in his hand, lost in thought.

It was a young aristocrat, but few of the nobles of Calradia were interested in this pauper's food, and all they were exposed to was delicious cheese, fluffy bread, sweet jams and juicy steaks.

But the nobleman was carefully examining the apple in his hand, as if he was carefully studying where to start it, and as if he was guessing the past and present life of the apple. After that, he took a light bite and bit into an arc of the right shade.

An adjutant suddenly rode up and said, "Lord Viscount, the results of the battle have been counted. The Nords lost 857 men and 760 prisoners, 100 and 5 horses, 78 of our men, 42 of the knights, and 36 of the infantry. ”

This young nobleman is none other than Andy.

Andy nodded, took another bite of the apple in his hand, and said vaguely: "Let the soldiers rest and get out of here before dark." We are too far ahead, and the main force of my uncle is more than eighty miles behind, and if the Nords react, we are in danger. ”

The adjutant said, "Yes, our situation is too risky, but the record is also amazing. The subordinates were stunned just now. ”

Andy smiled: "Don't be a sycophant, speed up your rest, and make sure to get out of here before dark." Don't let the news slip away. ”

The adjutant immediately straightened up, as if he remembered something, and said, "When we were fighting just now, there were a lot of refugees breaking in from the rear of the battlefield, how to deal with these refugees, do you want to ......?" The adjutant made a gesture to wipe his neck.

Andy frowned: "Don't think enough people were killed today? These people are all detained, and they will be captured in Woche, and the east bank of the You River will be owned by my Vikya, and they will be released after the end of the Vino War." They are all poor people who have been uprooted by the war, so why kill each other?"

The adjutant stopped talking, but nodded and gave a military salute.

The reason I know so well is because one of the "refugees" is us. At that time, I only heard the sound of killing on the plain in front of me, and before I could react, I was surrounded by a group of scouts of more than a dozen people. Then he was inexplicably escorted here. I was going to take the opportunity to look at the tactics of the Wikibians, thinking that at most it would hurt the enemy by 1,000 and lose 800, but who knew that it would be such a one-sided suppression. By the time I recovered from the shock, there was no escape.

The lieutenant rode up to us, proudly announced their decision to be "Viscount Andy", and forcibly recruited us as laborers for the Wikian army, responsible for carrying the army's rations, arrows, bullets, etc.

When I heard the adjutant's announcement, my heart felt like it was on fire. The wound on the dryer has begun to suppurate, and I can hear the sound of gurgling water when I hit my chest, and experience tells me that water has begun to accumulate in my chest. The injuries have deteriorated to such an extent that they must be treated immediately. But now that we are in the midst of thousands of troops, not to mention that there is no way to escape, even if there is a chance, we will definitely not be able to escape with a dryer.

But I can't say half a word, if I do, immediately this line of people will be chopped into meat puree!

I clenched my father's greatsword hidden under the rack of the dryer and decided to take a gamble, but I felt a pair of hands tugging at me, it was Jamila. She frowned and shook her head at me, but I didn't make a move.

Jamila said to the adjutant in a standard Zhivadine accent, "Well, please be good, we will definitely make a strong contribution, and we will never make it difficult for you!" said that, together with Peter, he grinned and pushed the dryer towards the grain and grass team.

The adjutant smiled with satisfaction and turned to leave.

I calmed down a little and followed Jamila's cart in the direction of the grain and grass team, when suddenly there was a light sound of horses' hooves behind me. When I turned around, the sound of horses' hooves had stopped behind me.

A young, even somewhat immature voice said, "Please turn around." "I looked back and saw the young man who had been calm and commanding the whole situation, Viscount Andy. I said, "What's the matter with you?"

Andy glanced at me and said, "I didn't say you." Then, suddenly, with a whip of his horse, he pointed to Jamila in front of him and said, "I'm talking about you, Miss Jamila." ”

Jamila was shocked, and slowly turned around, and I saw that her fair face was full of disbelief shock: "Are you ......?"

Andy smiled slightly, jumped off the horse, and casually rested the gloves he had taken off on the saddle: "That's right, I saw you from afar when I was wandering in Granmel, when you were the daughter of the noble Viscount Yashangdie, and I was just a small vagabond in your father's fiefdom, feeding the horses for others. I always remember that you and your father were very kind to me, and not as dismissive and arrogant as other nobles. ”

After Viscount Andy said these words, he had already walked in front of Jamila, he slowly pulled up Jamila's hands hidden under the coarse cloth gloves, and kissed them with a very gentlemanly demeanor: "I didn't expect to meet you here, is your father okay?"

Jamila's eyes turned red as soon as she asked the question, and she briefly recounted what had happened to her, highlighting the history of the Ash Cloak.

Andy pondered for a moment, then said, "Miss Jamila, the information you have provided me is extremely valuable, and I am sure that my uncle, King Yaroger, will be glad to receive it. If you don't mind, could you please come with me, I have some detailed questions for you?"

Jamila glanced at us, grimacing.

Andy seemed to see the dying dryer lying on the shelf car at this time, and was surprised: "Are these your friends Miss Jamila? How can such a virtuous and well-informed aristocratic lady as you have such vulgar and violent friends?"

I immediately cursed in my heart, this guy who had just commanded his subordinates to massacre and destroy an entire Nord detachment still had the face to call me vulgar and violent?

Jamila nodded seriously: "They are all warriors under my father's command, and without their desperate protection, I would not have survived until now." ”

Whether it was true or not, Andy heard this, and immediately showed a respectful and solemn expression, he waved his hand, called an adjutant, and said in front of Amira: "Find the best fast horse, prepare the best wine and food, and entertain these warriors who protect Miss Jamila, especially this injured warrior, and find the best doctor to heal!"

The adjutant was given the order to go, and Andy owed to Jamila, and gracefully stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, and Jamila, who was coarse and hairpin, also gracefully stretched out his hand and let him lead her away.

The roar on the side seemed to have something to say, and his face was flushed. I didn't get angry, and said, "If you want to say anything, just fucking say it, I'm very annoying!"

Then, the Wiki warriors in every corner of the battlefield, including Andy and Jamila, heard a voice that seemed to be in their ears: "Boss, I see that this kid has bad intentions, he wants to rob your girl!"

I saw a cold glint in Andy's eyes.

At dusk that night, we had followed Andy's party for nearly thirty miles towards Elbuck Castle, and it was not until he had established contact with the scouts sent by King Yaroger in the rear that he finally stopped and set up camp.

Victory is not arrogant, advance and retreat in an orderly manner, rational and know the trade-offs, and have a sober positioning for themselves. Here's my assessment for this Andy.

I commented on this kid as I took a hard bite of the air-dried meat. This piece of meat is obviously a failure product that has been marinated for a long time, and the mouth is full of bitterness.

"Hey, hey, are you listening to my analysis?" I was a little annoyed.

Roaring mouth stuffed with chicken legs, Peter was fighting with a roast pig, and Mama Tea stared at Peter silently with affection without speaking.

I suddenly felt an inexplicable loneliness, looking at this pile of fiery guys in front of me, I estimated that I would die.

The moon was dim outside the tent, and I could faintly hear Jamila's happy laughter coming from Eddie's tent, but I couldn't hear it again for a while. I knew it was auditory hallucinations, that the tent I was in was at least three-quarters of a mile away from Eddie's, and that I might not be able to hear Jamila's laughter, even if Jamila was calling for help.

I don't know why I thought of Jamila calling for help, and I was inexplicably a little flustered, and I was not in the mood.

I wondered, am I falling in love with Jamila? Thinking about it, I felt like I heard Jamila's laughter again. There's no peace of mind this night. I thought I'd just go and see what Jamila was doing, so I unconsciously raised my feet and walked into the big tent.

From here to Jamila's big tent, there were three checkpoints in between, and at least ten sentries patrolled back and forth. As soon as I took a step, a guy from a sentry post not far away poked his head out and asked, "What are you doing?"

I was angry: "What are you not doing, can't you take a walk when you're full?"

Then a muscular man jumped out of the sentry post, and I could smell the smell of wine from a distance of more than ten meters. I frowned: "Andy is leading the troops like this, and the sentry still dares to drink secretly?"

The big man snorted from afar: "Guy who is not dead or alive, you are also in charge of the uncle's affairs, you still think that you are really a garlic, tell you, if it weren't for our Viscount who valued your lady who was a bullshit lord, no one would have said a word if you were killed with a finger." Still looking for the uncle's stubble?"

I came as soon as I got fired, and I'm in a really bad mood today. I glanced coldly at the guy and crackled my fingers.

The drunk man rolled his eyes and glanced at me: "What are you doing, you want to do it......?"

I didn't wait for him to finish his drunken remarks, but I unarmed both of his arms with my little grappler, and then threw the drunken guy on the ground and howled like a pig. I continued in the direction of Andy's tent. The mood was even worse, although it was uncomfortable to know that Jamila's performance today was most likely just to save the dryer and the expediency of all of us.