I took advantage of this opportunity to quickly count the casualties, and the team of twenty-five people, which had already lost three people, and sent out a team of twenty-five people, suddenly added seven or eight casualties, and slightly injured more than twenty. The other side of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info left at least forty corpses.

The Nord man at the head furrowed his eyebrows, a total of two hundred people, and forty people were lost, although this loss was within an acceptable range, but it was caused by the first contact, which made him feel a little distressed. He rode around the circle, as if trying to find a flaw that worked. But unfortunately, as soon as the opposite side was withdrawn, we reorganized the formation and narrowed the range of the circle. The current circle formation is still an extremely dense formation.

With a frowning brow, the Nord man ordered, sixty cavalry, concentrate a little, and charge again, and another hundred dismounted, turned into infantry, and divided into two teams to pinn down.

I have to admire this guy's decisiveness, if I were in his position, I could only take this way. In the face of a solid circular formation, attacking from all sides will only disperse the force, and the only way to concentrate the cavalry with high impact is to use it intensively, and give full play to the strong infantry combat ability of the Nords, and contain the cavalry near the impact point, so as to minimize the resistance that the cavalry has to face. I saw more than half of the other side dismount and quickly form two infantry phalanxes, and I couldn't help but nod. It is worthy of the Nords, even if the cavalry turns to infantry to attack, it is still in order.

But the situation on the field is already grim, and it is not the time to cheer for the opponent. I also adjusted the formation, the circular formation flattened and contracted into a semicircle, the diameter line faced the opponent's impact surface, and the usual formation of the gun formation in the center and the long knife column left and right, and at the same time the circular battle line behind me was also compressed and strengthened, ready to face the opponent's second round of charge.

I have already made up my mind, since the opponent has dismounted, I will inflict heavy damage on this round, and even annihilate the opponent, without giving him a chance to breathe.

The battle lines of the two sides gradually approached, and the cavalry bypassed the chariot formation in front of them and began to accelerate. Although I couldn't pick up speed at such a short distance, the trotting horses crashed headlong into my spear array, and the horse's own strength nearly knocked it through. At the same time, the Nord infantry of the two phalanxes also began to outflank them from the left and right in a pincer pattern.

The onslaught of the horses continued, and the knights at the back of the group were unable to get past the impact point in the center, so they expanded to the sparse-looking long knife line on the left and right, and the knights on the horses waved their two-handed battle axes and let out a strange whoo.

I didn't panic, and from the moment the impact happened, the horses didn't crash through the center of the line, I knew I had a say.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, a sharp and high-pitched voice sounded, it was just a very simple "one" word. But as soon as this sound came out, the entire front was like a dormant ancient beast, suddenly waking up.

Long knives are like snow, and long spears are everywhere.

The sound of a broadblade severing a limb, the sound of a spear stabbing into a body, and the screams of the wounded before they were dying rang out almost simultaneously, and at least twenty Nord knights fell at the feet of the brethren before the Nord leader could react.

The word "two" was quickly and naturally brought out, and the phalanx spears crossed the neat short-handled spear battle line in the front row, piercing the chest and throat of the second-row knights of the opponent, and the long knives in the second row also rolled, and the bright knife light pulled out strips of bright crimson blood.

The Nord leader finally reacted, and he almost roared and shouted, "The cavalry retreats, and the infantry still don't press me down?"

But this order caused even more confusion among the hasty cavalry, some of whom did not hear or see clearly, and continued to squeeze forward, and some of whom had already turned their horses' heads, but collided with their companions who had caught up behind. The frightened fleeing horses, which had lost their owners, turned around and fled, but crashed into the phalanx of infantry that were running quickly, and many others were knocked down and huddled together.

With a wave of my hand, the killing surface that had been originally a straight line suddenly outflanked from both wings. The swordsmen broke away from the gunners in the rear, danced their swords into a white and cold sword light, and together with the brethren in the center of the gun, completed a beautiful three-way copy.

The Nords have lost all their mobile forces!

At this time, the gunners, who formed a circular defensive circle in the rear, were freed, and they became the second row of this already arcing front, and pressed towards each other with neat orders.

As soon as the Nord infantrymen got up, they found that the long knives had slashed in front of them, and between the long knives and the long knives, there was a small array of spears covered in thorns that kept pressing forward. Stunned, more than a dozen Nuo's infantry were killed.

The rest of the infantry subconsciously hugged together and fought against the opponent who pressed on three sides, but the situation was stalemate. The neat chopping rhythm and bloodstains of the longknifemen obscured their vision, and by the time they reacted wrongly, another small array of spears had formed directly behind them from behind the longknifemen, their wings.

This time, it's dumplings. The heart I had been carrying until now was finally relieved. In an encirclement blocked by gunfire in front and behind, and harvested by long swordsmen on the left and right, it was only a matter of time before even the most brave and combative Nord infantry perished.

The Nord leader on the opposite side was just a stunned time, and his subordinates were wrapped in dumplings, and it seemed that even if they could escape, there would not be too many people alive. His eyes immediately turned red, and as soon as he looked up, he met mine.

Almost a thousandth of a second, I felt his thoughts, and a cold air rushed up from behind. I watched him slam his heel on the horse's belly, and the frightened bad horse was bound to rush towards me, and the tomahawk in his hand was already rounded, and I subconsciously thought that it would crush my head exactly at the moment when his strength was at its peak.

Although I am in charge of the whole situation, I still can't change the fact that I am powerless as a bard.

At that moment, I suddenly saw a man cut off the head of a Nord infantryman, snatched the one-handed axe from his hand, and then turned around and threw it. The one-handed axe made a sharp arc in the air, sinking into the back of the Nord leader who had already pounced in front of me. The Nord leader's eyes immediately widened, and his pupils were rapidly dilating.

Almost subconsciously, I raised my hand with a military hoe and broke his neck. When his body fell off his horse, I saw that the axe of the one-handed axe had completely submerged into his body, and I could see how powerful the throw was.

I searched the crowd for the person who had helped me with the axe just now, and it turned out to be Arthurs, who had been punched in the nose by Sephiroth dozens of minutes earlier. He was wielding a long knife at the moment, reaping the lives of the Nords in a neat rhythm, without the slightest sign of having come to the rescue.

The battle is decided, I don't need to command anything anymore, and I started to think about Arthur in my head, this guy must have been just acting when he fought Sephiroth before, so he would have understood my words a long time ago, and even said that he had guessed it a long time ago, then, this person's mind should not be underestimated, and it is definitely not just the degree of muscular man he shows. What kind of heart did Tikdis have in arranging such a wise and brave guy to come in? Just inserting a "nail"? It won't be so simple. The rest of the battle was almost one-sided, and it didn't take much to end it, and on the snow stained with flesh and blood, there were more than forty Nord warriors, all wounded, holding their weapons above their heads, obediently kneeling on the ground, shivering.

This battle was won after all.

"What about the captives?" Molodov asked me, gasping for breath, a bruise on his arm, but it was fine.

I said, "There's no time for anything else, pack up their weapons, take the wounded brethren with you, and we'll get out quickly!"

Molodov answered, turned around and went to do it. I was standing on the top of the mountain, which was the commanding height of the entire battlefield, and from this vantage point, I could see the whole situation from a clear bird's eye view. The Nords paid the price of one hundred and sixty men, but they still failed to help us, but were successfully counterattacked by us in one fell swoop. But we also lost at least thirty men, and the rest of the brothers were wounded. Looking at the brother who came out with me, half of them was lost in a few days, and I couldn't help but feel a little kinky in my heart.

Truth be told, I wanted to kill all the captives for a quarter of an hour, the cold, the blood, the Nords, all of which brought back many bad memories for me, but I couldn't do it in the end. Molodov led the men to take away their weapons and money bags, and took their horses. Although their horses are inferior, not even as good as the pack horses of many vendors in Swadia, they can save us some energy.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Molodov had already taken care of everything, and we left the scene quickly with one man and four horses.

After an hour of running eastward, I told everyone to drive all the horses south. We continued to walk east for an hour and came to a small village called Lurens. Because of the heavy snowfall, the footprints in and out of the village were quickly buried.

Lurens was originally a large village, because of its proximity to the Nord Kingdom, there were often some stragglers who came to harass it, and over time, this originally popular village weakened like this. As we entered Lurens, we saw that at least half of the houses were still smoking, and some of the more intact ones were immediately turned off with their lights out, and there were faint figures peeking out from the inside.

This is a natural reaction to being attacked by too many thieves. I had prepared for Molodov to take two thousand dinars out of his purse and stuff one hundred dinars into each house. It's not a lot of money, but it's meant to distinguish us from those wanderers. Sure enough, not long after the money was stuffed in, a house was lit up, and out of it came a trembling old man, looking at the color of his clothes, like a village chief.

The old man, wearing a funny shabby top hat, walked up to me, bowed deeply, and then hesitated, as if he did not know what to call me. He is called the king, and the other party does not look like a bandit, and he is called a chief, but he is dressed in tatters.

I smiled and helped the old village chief up and said, "Don't be nervous, old man, we are not bandits, nor officers and soldiers, we are a group of pious pilgrims, we all have a common and beautiful ideal, that is, to build a new world of equality and abundance, we are all from poor families, and like you, there is no superiority or inferiority." As long as there are poor people in the world, they are all our brothers and sisters. ”

The old village chief was obviously a little confused, he looked at me, listened to me teach for a long time, and finally shouted shamefully, "Great King." ”

He said, "My lord, a group of good men from Lurens came a few days ago, and took away three oxen and two baskets of wheat, and now we have not enough to eat, and we really can't receive the kings." ”

I know that the ones mentioned above are all playing the piano to the cow, and I can't help but be a little discouraged. I said, "Old village chief, you misunderstood, we don't mean anything else, we are just passing by here, the snow is too heavy, and we just want to rest here." ”

The village chief looked at me suspiciously, and suddenly suddenly, his face was intertwined with shame and anger, but in the end he endured it and said respectfully: "King, it's really unfortunate that the young girls in the village have all gone back to their parents' homes, and now there are only a few old ladies left, I'm afraid they won't be able to serve the kings......"

I've got black lines, where does this old guy go. I said, "We really just want to find a place to spend the night, shelter from the wind and snow, nothing else, and we're not robbers!"

The village chief was a little frightened, and he didn't dare to raise his head. I can't help it, I stuffed another hundred dinars into his hand, and my heart was dripping blood, this time it was a big loss, if I wasn't afraid that the Nords would catch up, I would have found a mercenary hotel to live in, and if I squeezed it a little, it wouldn't cost more than two hundred dinars.

I stuffed the dinar into the village chief's pocket and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, old man, we are really just passing by, unfortunately we have encountered a snowstorm and bandits, hide here with you, if a stranger asks, you can say that you don't see us, or just point in the direction." ”