Characters in this chapter: Alleyne, Karadus, Yoda, Jager. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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A few thin white clouds, as if sunburned, moved slowly with the wind.

The clouds are changing like a magician, sometimes piling up like mountains, sometimes shrinking into delicate bonsai, sometimes painting the appearance of birds and animals, the changes are endless, and it is fascinating.

A vast plain, with the scent of weeds and mint in the breeze, and an endless, harvested, vivid brown-yellow field in the sun.

The end of the field is directly connected to the horizon, and a clear, straight line is drawn at the border.

Kradus rode at the front of the group, wrapped his spear in cloth, and replaced it with his saber at his waist, the white blade neat and sharp.

The spear was a man tall, with a prismatic tip, and a sturdy shaft that could withstand the recoil of a dead horse without breaking.

Serena was riding with Jamila and Manid in a truck used to haul supplies, which was pulled by two old horses.

There were only about thirty mounts in the team, and only a few of the newly recruited mercenaries brought their own mounts, and the rest of the sixty or so mercenaries could only follow behind on foot.

Aryn, Yodah, and Jager rode at the back of the group, keeping an eye out for every movement on the plain behind them.

Arenn feared that if the pursuers of the Swadian knights were dispatched, they would be easily trampled under the horse's hooves after walking long distances.

He didn't want to break his employment contract with Duke Michod, and he didn't want to be a pawn in the hands of the other party. He only hoped that the Duke would be able to leave them alone.

However, a faint voice in the distance disappointed his expectations.

The knight's plate armor glowed in the distance, and Alleyne jumped off his horse and drew his sword sharply.

"Prepare for battle!" the voice roared out, causing everyone's hearts to shake. As a mercenary, there is little blood boiling in battle, but the mercenary leader is different today.

Kradus jumped off his horse and stood beside a line of mercenaries armed with spears, and Kradus cocked his spear, a brand new spear!

"Why are you stunned, dig a little hole in the ground with my weapon!" yelled Yoda, taking his iron hoe and digging out holes in the ground that were not too big but not shallow.

The knights were far away, and the mercenaries, each wielding his weapon, blew up a dense circle of small craters of various depths near their position.

The mercenaries slowly retreated, retreating from the vicinity of the pit, waiting with their long-pole weapons in hand. The crossbowmen, led by Ryan, pressed their bolts and aimed into the distance.

Jamila and Manid sat quietly at the end of the mercenary ranks. Unless it was a matter of life and death, Alleyne did not want them to participate in any battle.

As the champion gladiator of Chanda City, Xie Rena can rank in the top three of the entire mercenary team in terms of martial arts, but she has never killed her opponent in the arena.

Manid, perhaps seeing the Zenda gladiator's overwhelmed situation, asked the embarrassed female warrior to stay with him and Jamila, leaving the battle to the other mercenaries.

Alleyne looked at the knights who had begun to look clearly, and he suddenly guessed why those small pits were dug out, and those knights who rushed without scruples could face destruction.

Without a single word, a life-and-death battle is about to begin.

Ellen had seen clearly that these noble lords were virtuous and could not tolerate others going against their will.

Because he did not abide by a contract with no specific terms, the powerful Duke of Mijod sent a team of elite knights to put his mercenary group to death.

If he led the Iron Blood Regiment to follow this Duke to attack Zhivading City, I am afraid that on the first day of the siege, the hundreds of men and horses of the Iron Blood Regiment would become cannon fodder.

The galloping knights could see the heavy armor of their horses closely, and the knights at the head charged with a shudder of the reins, their spears lying flat.

A heavily armored horse can break through the slanted formation of the spear without hesitation, and the flat spear will send the enemy to hell without hesitation with the help of the horse's power.

The knights approached the circle of small pits, and when they saw the bulging dirt bags, the broad, sturdy backs of the horses under their crotches collapsed.

The knight on the horse flew out, breaking his neck with his head on the ground. The whole body of the war horse is covered with heavy armor, but the legs of the war horse cannot also be attached to a layer of scale armor.

When a horse's leg steps into a pit that is so dense that it is impossible to dodge, the pit will smash the horse's leg off. In the gallop, the horse's sudden pounce will violently throw the knight out of the horse. This small pit is called a trap.

The squadron of knights, who were originally large enough to rampage on the plains and even annihilate a large infantry force, fell to the ground in an instant.

Few knights who fell to the ground were lucky enough to avoid breaking their necks, and even if their necks were not injured, their hands and feet would inevitably bump.

The horses that kept falling down and the knights who flew out mercilessly smashed on the bodies of the lucky ones, so that the lucky ones could not escape the tragic fate.

The knights at the back of the group reined in their horses, and even after losing most of their men and horses in the pit, the squadron still had a lot of fighting power.

The whizzing crossbows were there to meet these people. Under Ryan's command, the twenty or so crossbowmen split into two squads, one team fired arrows, and the other team picked up.

At such a short distance, the crossbow bolt could effortlessly penetrate the knight's armor with the immense power of the crossbow string, sending the owner of the armor into the arms of death.

The Knight Squadron never dreamed that this small team of mercenaries, a team fighting for money, would deal such a serious blow to themselves who were fighting for honor.

Many knights fell from their horses weakly in the strafing, and Enge, the leader, only felt that his heart was dripping blood, watching one knight after another fall weakly, as if there was a knife cutting his heart.

Knight Engel's lips had already been bitten and oozing blood, but he didn't realize it, and he was fully engaged in killing the mercenaries.

At this time, the mercenaries on the opposite side had already rushed over, and Quasimodo roared like a little giant and rushed forward.

A large number of mercenaries armed with spears gathered in twos and threes, and poked the knights on horseback off their horses with their spears in their hands.

The knights, protected by their hard armor, were not afraid of the blow, but when they were poked from the back, the stab killed most people.

A handful of skilled knights reacted quickly, and one of the knights in front of Kradus dodged his spear.

The knight tumbled off his horse, and with a tumble on the ground, the sword at his waist was already in his hand, followed by a slash.

Kradus' spear was picked out a few meters away and fell on a struggling knight clutching his neck.

The knight's second sword slashed towards the door of Karadus, but was hampered in the middle, his saber against the blade of the slashed sword.

"Since you want to take my life, go ahead and use all your skills!" said Karadus, holding the knight's sword open with the sword in his hand.

The knight took a step back and stabbed his sword again, and Kradus drew his sword from the bottom right to the top left, smashing the knight's sword upward.

At the same time, the blade was facing the knight's neck, at the right angle. The sword then slashed, and the knight fell to his knees, then threw himself down, never to get up again.

Quasimodo's right arm was splattered red with blood, and in this life-and-death battle, he was a fighting machine, and all the knights were afraid to come near him.

The tall Quasimodo was more than a head taller than the knights on horseback, and the knights who rushed in front of him were directly smashed to the ground by him and his horse.

On the other side, Aren's longsword instantly cut down a knight who had not yet dismounted, and his sword set off a whirlwind of death, and the knights who raised their swords to resist became an obstacle to being swept out of sight.

Looking at the dagger set on the leg of the opposite knight, Alleyne swung his sword and cut down another knight who was attacking him, this knight was none other than the knight of Engel, a close confidant of Duke Michod.

The leading knights were all killed, the few knights who were wounded and not dead struggled to escape, and the crossbowmen, under Ryan's command, had already reloaded their crossbows in the fierce battle.

Rows of crossbows followed the fleeing backs until the mercenaries were no longer in sight of the men in armor.

Fifteen more mercenaries fell to the Iron Blood, but compared to the fall of almost eighty knight squadrons, their record was quite impressive.

Hastily packing up the knights' fine weapons and armor, the remaining ninety men mounted the horses that had not been cut off, and there were only four left.

Aren's eyes swept over the wounded knights and corpses on the ground, full of helplessness. He didn't want to be an enemy of Duke Michod, but they didn't give him a way to live.

In fact, mercenaries sometimes don't have to fight for money, they fight for themselves, fight for survival, and when they have time, they will draw their swords to help for the only bit of justice left in their hearts.

The mercenary team, which has changed from infantry to cavalry, has set off, and the mercenaries have never felt that it is a good place for the battlefield, and it should be said that most of the mercenaries do not like it.

Whenever the mercenaries were fighting on the battlefield, Jager would always jump, jumping from one wounded soldier to another.

Not only would he slit their throats with a dagger, but he would also open their wallets.

"Hah! another souvenir!" he would cheer and show off the blood on his dagger to his companions if he found the dinar.

This time, Alleyne didn't stop Jager's cruelty. Because there is no living mouth, there is no evidence.

Even if Duke Michod wanted to continue to trouble himself, he would probably have to wait until his war with the Virginians was over.

But I'm afraid that once the war starts, it will not be so easy to end. (To be continued.) )