It's just that this way of pulling the strings is a great drain on a person's body. A hunter in the prime of life can only fire ten arrows in a row, and then he has no strength to continue shooting, of course, this has to be a continuous full string shot. If it's a normal shot, you can shoot eighteen shots in a row, and if it's intervaled, you can shoot a quiver!

"Release!" Old Jock ordered, and the surrounding hunters let go of the arrows in their hands, and in the middle of the entire team, there was a crumbling sound of disintegration.

"Raise the shield!!" The captain of the Nord mercenary brigade, who rushed to the forefront of the formation, saw the hunters on the opposite side raise their hunting bows, and as a man of war, he immediately smelled the danger and ordered the soldiers beside him.

"Ulla!!" the Nord man, the giant bear of the north, shouted, raised his shield in his left hand, and tilted it over his head, fending off the rain of arrows from the sky as he ran. Although such a simple round shield covered with animal skin cannot effectively defend the whole body like a giant wide shield or tower shield, it can protect the vital parts of the upper part of one's body and reduce the chance of one's death.

"Ulla!" The more than three hundred Nord mercenaries seemed to have been subjected to the fanaticism of an orc shaman, their muscles and muscles highlighted in the gulp, and their eyes radiated a belligerent light.

"Hmm. ”

"Hmm. ”

It's just that even a brave warrior like the Nords, under the indiscriminate rain of arrows from hunters, there will be a few unlucky fellows who are favored by God and are called to heaven.

"Shabak, it looks like we need to be ready with an excuse to escape. Vicos narrowed his blue eyes and said lightly, as if such a coward had done something like escaping. Just inconsequential little things for him.

You must know that in this era, the aristocracy valued fame and glory only under money and power. Even some stupid nobles would fight against other nobles for inconsequential honor. Although Vicos was not a nobleman by nature, his status as an attendant made it clear that he could not escape in battle. Because if a squire escapes in the war, his squire will be stripped away forever, and he can only be a poor farmer for the rest of his life.

For the attendants who have never been exposed to agriculture since childhood, it is much more difficult to serve a piece of land and wield a hoe than to let them carry a sword and kill people.

"Now is not the time to escape, besides, do we have a chance to escape now?" Shabak clamped his horse's waist between his legs and buckled the visor of his helmet. Pulled out the riding gun stuck in the dirt. "Our great lord may consider this time to prove his prowess by winning more with less. Although the words were in praise of Mieuzier, Shabak's words were full of a playful tone.

Sure enough, as he said, when Mi Ozil saw that the other party's military strength was almost twice his own, he became excited, and looked at the other party's army with a red face, as if they were not an army that could bury him, but a weak army that could make him return triumphantly.

"Look at those nasty guys. Do they think they can defeat us with these hillbillies from the east alone!no!" Mile Ozil raised his riding spear hanging from his horse, "Charge! Warriors!

"Listen to you!" as if Mieuzier's idiot-like speech had really worked, and the knightly squires seemed excited, of course. Is there really one of them who is sincere?

Does that idiot really think that good words can defeat the enemy?, Vicos rolled his eyes inwardly, but his face was as excited as everyone else's. Baron Gojimo had never felt such a general pleasure. A pleasure that belongs only to the conqueror. He knew it when he heard that Viscount Miozil Elder, the lord of the next territory, had died accidentally. An unprecedented time has come.

Mile Ozil, although he has the status of a nobleman. But he never had the soul of a nobleman, and his mind was more about the fantasies of chivalric novels and the beauty of noblewomen. He may struggle with a noble lady, but he will never rack his brains about how to develop his power.

After employing this group of Nord mercenaries, Baron Gojimo immediately decided to march towards Mieuzier's fiefdom, and if he did not annex it at this time, he would really be the most stupid nobleman. Well, of course, slightly inferior to the hot-blooded fool of Mi Ozil.

"The enemy is in sight!!!!! "The leader of the Nords led his men to finally rush to the meadow more than thirty meters away from the archers, perfectly showing Baron Gojimo the fighting ability of their fighting race.

Although the Nords had suffered more than forty casualties before rushing to this small high ground, the casualty ratio was acceptable compared to the mercenaries who numbered more than three hundred. After all, once you set foot on the path of mercenary, the only way to die is the Horse Leather Shroud, and for any warrior, lying in bed and dying is the most unacceptable for them. Is there anything more cruel in this world than a warrior watching his body grow old and weaken in strength?

"Stand back! Stand back now!!Don't shoot any more!!" Old Jock calculated how much time the Nords had left on his side, and immediately gave the order to retreat, of course, this qiē was not confirmed by the flag bearer.

Flag bearers, a profession in the military, have the power to command a squad, but this is the setting in empires with a strict system, and in the Vasava region, which is similar to the feudal system, the flag bearer is more akin to a noble servant, but they still have the power to command a squad in wartime.

"Don't retreat!!Retreat when they're twenty meters!!!" the flag bearer angrily ordered the retreating hunters, apparently believing that twenty meters was enough for them to flee to their infantry position ten meters behind them.

It's a pity that this flag bearer, who is much more noble than hunters, does not have the talent to perfectly control these hunters. After hearing Old Jock's shout again, the more than eighty hunters retreated to the rear chord without hesitation, obviously. Instead of believing in this seemingly empty flag officer, it is better to believe in the real "lucky one" Old Jock. After all, he has God's favor!!

"Damn!!, you lowly ..................," the flag bearer yelled angrily as he looked around at the troops who were completely disobedient to his command. It's just a pity. The Nords quickly shut his mouth. A javelin more than two meters long pierced his heart, and the green grass in front of him was stained red with red blood.

The javelin, a simple but highly effective weapon, is simple to make, a simple heavy javelin requires only a wooden shaft and a gun head, and a sharp murder weapon can appear. Not only do the Nords like to chop enemies with one-handed or two-handed axes, they also like to pierce enemies within 20 meters with heavy javelins, which are generally more than 2 meters long and have an effective range of less than 20 meters. A Nord man in the prime of life can throw a javelin into a hard oak ten centimeters deep in twenty meters. Taking people's lives is like child's play.

Old Jock's instincts told him that the scythe of death was rubbing back and forth against his neck, like the feeling of being stared at by a beast in the mountains, cold from head to spine.

A Nord man was aiming the tip of his javelin at Old Jock, who was about to enter the infantry ranks, the right half of his body was twisting backwards, and his right hand was clenching the middle and upper part of the javelin, which was the javelin's momentum, if this qiē really happened, Old Jock's death would be inevitable!

"Collapse!!" was when old Jock thought he was about to ascend to heaven with his wine. But I heard the sound of arrows bouncing off the string in my ears.

"Hmm. The Nord who was about to throw the Grim Reaper's javelin felt his brow heat up, and then collapsed to the ground. An arrow, straight through his brain, peeking out of the back of his head. The astonishing strength of this arrow can be seen.

"Old Jock, you owe me my life. After doing this, Leechdin turned his head to the stunned old Jock and showed a smile that was more ugly than crying. Although his smile was simply pulling at the muscles at the corners of his mouth, he could still interpret a hint of naughtiness and concern for old Jock contained in Liechtenden's smile.

"If I ever survive this once. I'll pay it back. Old Jock said happily, but it was obvious. As a darling, he doesn't know if he will survive this disparity battle now. Perhaps, Yi Qiē could only hope that the lord and his knights could create a miracle, but when he thought of Mi Ozil's cousin, old Jock felt the slimness of victory.

"Ulla!!" With the earth-shattering roar of the Nords, the fluttering banners began to move towards the position, and the mercenaries in a row raised their axes and slaughtered the farmers in front of them, and the smoke and dust from the running rose behind the ranks.

"Ah!!" a farmer was trying to stab his strawfork into the chest of the mercenary who was about to get close,

"Boom!" the mercenary quickly raised his shield to block the farmer's attack, "Die!" the mercenary shouted, the axe in his right hand separated the farmer's body with great force.

"Next!!" The mercenary who had just killed a farmer struck the shield of his left hand with the axe of his right hand, and roared loudly! squinting his eyes for the next prey, but the surrounding farmers were clearly shaken by his blood, and no one dared to approach the brave Nord.

No one thought that the mercenaries' combat effectiveness would be so strong, and the formation of more than 300 farmers would be defeated so quickly. Almost within a minute of contact, the farmers were scattered and fled, dodging the Nord's life-harvesting axes.

"Whew. Vicos, who was on horseback, looked at the defeated troops in front of the formation, and there was a trace of confusion in his heart, whether he could survive this battle?

"Vicos, my child, my squire. Are you afraid, are you afraid of the bravery and strength of the enemy, are you afraid of the impending death?" said Shabak to Vicos in a bland encouraging voice. "But don't forget that these bravery, strength, and strength are also what we have. ”

"It seems that you have changed a lot, if you can survive, tell me why. These words weakened Vicos's trembling fear in a certain way, so that he would not die of fear in the first battle. Mieuzier's cavalry units ran neatly and orderly on the slope, charging towards the enemy troops below. The sound of the swiftly marching war horse stepping on the earth burst out with a shocking sound, and the whole world seemed to tremble. Soaring mud and sand rose behind the torrent. The roar of the charge that shocks the battlefield is venting the hatred of the enemy!

But unfortunately, the leader of this team is a man with no combat experience. But the arrogant little Mesut Ozil, even if this team has proud combat power. It may also be broken on this unknown slope.

"Baron Gaujimo, should we let the cavalry attack?" asked the attendant of Gaujimo, riding on a white horse, to the baron beside him.

"My squire. Gao Jimo narrowed his narrow eyes, "It's not time for us to attack, let that stupid pig and his men die a few more, it's not too late for us to attack." ”

"Yes, my master. The attendant put his right hand to his chest and bowed his head, revealing a look of humility.

Nords. Let me see your strength!" Gao Jimo looked at the Nord mercenaries who were fighting wildly, and looked forward to it in his heart.

Like a hurricane, the banner fluttering towards the cavalry of the mercenaries engaged with the attendants was about to be inserted into the formation.

"Damn it!!" An alert Nord mercenary felt the vibration coming from the ground, there is no doubt that this must be the effect of the cavalry charge, and with his years of experience, this is definitely the effect of the cavalry charge of dozens of people, although it seems that there are not many people, but don't forget it. They are cavalry, infantry's natural nemesis, infantry's killers!!

"Die, lowly bastard!!" Mieuzier shouted excitedly as he looked at the Nord who was only a dozen meters away, and leveled the riding gun in his hand, aiming the tip of the gun at the Nord who was stunned by the sudden charge.

"Hiss~" The tip of the riding spear that flashed with cold light was unhindered by the huge momentum brought by the sprint of the war horse. Inserted into the Nord's skull, red and white blood and brains from the pierced skull gushed out of the grass beneath the corpse along the tip of the spear that emerged from the back of the head. Nourishing these green lives. These grasses drink the blood of human beings, and they are sure to grow stronger than in the coming year.

Mieuzier touched the Nord's forehead with the tip of his spear. He decisively let go of his hand, although he didn't take combat skills to heart since he was a child. But years of experience have taught him that if he draws his lance after a charge, he is likely to be killed by a single blow from a nearby enemy, so a good knight must learn how to master the lance in a charge. However, Mieuzier, who had not known much about combat since childhood, was obviously not a knight with a proud martial arts, so he had to refrain from drawing the unbroken riding spear.

That stupid pig, who really thought he was a hero in the epic, rushed into the enemy line! Vicos secretly cursed Mi Ozil in his heart for his recklessness.

In this era, the composition of the army was a group of loose individuals who were improvised and organized, with the exception of knights and squires, who were formally trained in combat and could withstand high battle losses, and the others were almost immediately defeated. Moreover, if the leader who is the core of the army, that is, the nobles, dies in a battle, the morale of the entire army can be described as a huge blow, and may even cause the army to defeat itself without a fight. So Vicos said that Mesut Mesut was reckless, as if he were a wild boar that would only wreak havoc in the fields and then die at the hands of the farmer, completely oblivious to the consequences.

But Mieuzier's recklessness was not ineffective, and as Mieuzier rushed into the battle with his men, the squire who were fighting bloodiedly was greatly encouraged, and the battle was pushed to a climax with a more violent attack.

"I'm sorry, kill you......" Vikos quickly ran into his first enemy, a Nord man who was younger than him, probably fifteen years old. It seems that this Nord may also be on the killing field for the first time, "It's my responsibility!!" Vicos didn't feel unbearable because of the other party's young age, and skillfully stabbed the riding spear into the heart that was beating hotly.

"Shh

But Vicos was not distracted by such a bloody scene, such a thing was only a helplessness that he should face sooner or later for a young Nord who had been educated in war, and the young Nord was about to use the one-handed axe he had just received from his father, who had just been killed in battle, to cut off the cavalryman who was charging at him with a spear, in order to prove to his father in heaven that he was no longer the little creature who only knew how to escape. But now he can only ascend to heaven with infinite regrets.

Vicos skillfully pulled his spear out of his opponent's chest, and Asr under his crotch, like his master, was not deterred by the war, but raised his front half and stepped towards a mercenary who was charging at him with two steel horseshoes under his hooves.

Asr's weight of more than 500 kilograms, concentrated on his hooves, slammed into the Nord's chest, "Bang!" With a dull loud sound, the Nord's chest cavity sank a full five centimeters, the internal ribs were completely smashed into pieces, and the originally powerful beating heart was soon twisted into pieces by those bones sharper than the blade.

"It's time!" Gao Jimo looked at the mercenary right flank that had been completely routed by the cavalry's strong charge, and immediately decided that this was a good time to defeat Mieuzir with minimal casualties, because at this moment Mieuzier and his cavalry were being entangled in the right flank of the line by the mercenaries, and they could not be dragged out for a while, unable to effectively reorganize the cavalry formation. If you advance to the enemy at this time, you will not only annihilate Mieuzier's cavalry, but also decide the victory or defeat of the battle faster, and may even capture Mieuzier alive. However, it is clear that a dead Mieuzir is far more valuable to Gaugemo than a living Mieuzier!

"Knights, wedge! charge!" Gomoth drew his sword and swung it at where Mieuzier was.

"Damn! Shabak! What to do!!!" Vicos' eyes were not only focused on the battle with the mercenary in front of him, but he was also watching Gao Jimo and his immobile position, ready to respond. As soon as Gao Jimo's army moved, Vikos immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

"Ready. After saying this, Shabak stretched out his hand and quietly pointed to the forest two hundred meters away from them, where no one was paying attention.

Vicos twitched the corner of his eye, looking at the alternative knight in front of him who had no knightly virtues at all, but he liked it very much, and it was a good choice to run away......!