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After a full noon and half an afternoon of rest, the Marquis of Arvis's troops, on the orders of his master, began to dismantle the makeshift camp and re-embark on the march.

However, the fly in the ointment was that it was as if Father Osmond had played a big joke: the whole team had just embarked on the journey, and the sky was once again covered with clouds as if it were a spirit, and then the rain poured down

The miraculous change in the weather made the morale of the whole team not be said to be low, but it was definitely in a state of aggrieved - who told this local thunderstorm to choose this time period to continue, so that everyone's mental strength that had finally recovered returned to the state before the rest - sluggish.

Herman and Chris followed the procession on horseback, Ardel followed on the black charging horse, Heloise steered the carriage, and Orling and Digor followed the carriage with their shield spearmen, and whenever the wheels of the carriage got stuck in the mud, they pulled the wheels out of the mud and continued on their way.

It is expected that it will be about an hour before we completely enter the enemy's territory. Herman pulled the reins tightly in one hand and removed the jug from his belt and poured a large sip of ale into his mouth to ward off the chill of the rainstorm.

"Lord Ronald. Don't you think there's something wrong with Lord Lynn?" shouted Orling as he suddenly ran from behind the carriage and walked next to Herman and Chris.

"The only thing that's wrong is that you talk too much. Herman pushed back with a blank face, and raised the jug in his hand again as he spoke.

"Lord Ronalde, I'm not kidding," this time. A solemn expression appeared on Ou Ling's face, "Don't you think it's too quiet here?"

Too quiet?

Herman listened carefully to the movement of his surroundings. With a shudder, the water bottle that had been brought to his lips stopped in mid-air: the whole forest was too quiet—no birdsong, except for the occasional whining and chatter of soldiers and nobles around him, and the sound of human feet and horses' hooves stepping on the mud. There is no wolf howling. It's like there's no animal here.

Realizing that there was an enemy ambush here, an arrow passed through the muzzle of Herman's hand holding the kettle, piercing the jug full of ale, and the splattered ale spilled Orling's face.

As soon as Herman reacted, dozens of huge fireballs tumbled out of the forests on both sides of the road, crashing into the long line with an indomitable momentum.

Herman looked to the left of his queue, a large fireball of ignited giant straw balls rolling all the way. The crowded queue made it impossible for everyone to dodge at all, and they could only watch the fireball crash towards them.

Without warning. Herman and Chris took the reins to the side in the direction of the horse, causing the people around them to stumble: "Get out of the way!!"

Ou Ling, who reacted, only felt a wave of fire rushing by around him. Then a scream erupted. Turning his head, the dozen or so mercenaries in the queue who couldn't dodge were directly crushed by the fireball, and they were already as flat as thin parchment that had just been made—and it was the kind that burned with flames.

"It's the Brell family!Ambush!" Ou Ling breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the position of himself and the others was fine, and after shouting, he took out a heavy crossbow from his back, and bowed down while holding the crossbow in his mouth and began to wind the crossbow: "Two knights, they are here!"

"Shut your damn mouth, fools know it's an ambush. Herman and Chris dismounted and propped up the iris shield they carried, and the other wandering knights and mercenaries around them formed a hedgehog-shaped shield formation in their own teams.

Herman and Chris also held up their shields, and the two men held the knight's sword and the Norse-style battle axe, respectively, and Herman's companions and shield spearmen formed an indestructible hedgehog-shaped shield array.

"Form a phalanx! Overlap the shields in your hands!" After the initial confusion, the company commanders in each company began to reorganize their ranks, and the different branches of the army began to urgently form various phalanxes: the hoplites formed a phalanx in the shape of a "mouth", the crossbowmen hid in the gap in the center of the hoplite phalanx for cover, the fiefdom nobles also drew their swords and rode on their horses to prepare for battle, while the wandering knights silently dismounted and blended into the phalanx of the hoplites to replenish the number of personnel.

But the roads here were too muddy, and the fireballs that had just been crushed in all directions were messing up the team. When the Marquis of Arvis's troops regrouped in panic, they were greeted by the same stormy array of arrows and crossbows.

Looking at the crossbow arrows that peeked out of his shield, Herman looked unfazed, although a second ago, the crossbow arrow almost stabbed him in the left eye.

During the nearly five minutes of firepower, the entire long team had all kinds of miserable wails from time to time. Herman, Chris, Heloise, Attie, and sixteen shield spearmen formed a shield wall made of three layers of shields, while two unsheltered crossbowmen, Orling and Dugol, hid behind them, waiting for the rain of arrows to stop.

"Hey, Chris," Herman held his steel fleur-de-tail shield in his left hand, and patted Chris on the back with his right hand after sticking his knight's sword into the ground, "Chris, when you're about to be impacted, don't use your Knowles-style tomahawk and try to take a short weapon from the enemy." ”

"Why?" Chris looked at his side, the rain of arrows and crossbows had caused heavy losses to the various light infantry on his side. Later, the troops of the Brell family charged over and did not use the Knowles-style long-handled battle axe, could they directly hold the shield and carry the impact of the other party?

"The terrain is so narrow that we're crowded together. Can you expect to have room for you to wield it and go on a killing spree?" Herman swallowed, pulling out the knight's sword from the ground with his right hand, and gripping it tighter and tighter, "Damn, our crossbowmen can't shoot in clusters here, and we can't even get out of a better formation, so we can only use a bunch of people. ”

"Whew!" though not satisfied with Herman's suggestion. But he can only express his dissatisfaction with this with an empty nose.

"Charge!"

"Whew"

With a resounding battle cry and a long horn, Blair soldiers with green oak leaf family coats of arms appeared in the woods, bushes, and even from the dirt pits. Howling in droves, a flood rushed towards the forces of the Marquis of Arvis.

Herman gritted his teeth as he watched the approaching Brell soldiers in the gap between shields and shields, and the scar on his face seemed to look more and more hideous from the twitching of his facial muscles.

"Either you die, or I die!" said the first wave of Brell soldiers as they approached. A hedgehog-shaped shield array composed entirely of wandering knights roared

"Drink!" was stimulated by the battle cries of the wandering knights. Many of the other wandering knights and mercenaries let out earth-shattering roars to cheer each other on, and the phalanxes tightened together.

"Stand up!" Herman shouted, and everyone in the hedgehog-shaped shield array immediately stood up, forming a shield wall of two rows of men.

"Advance!" shouted again, and everyone rushed at the enemy with their shields on their heads.

"Boom!" Feeling the movement from the shield that shook his arm, Herman directly retracted the shield, and a soldier of the Brell family wearing a burqa and leather armor wielding a double-edged sword staggered forward without recovering the momentum.

Take this opportunity. Herman's right hand slammed forward, and the knight's sword in his hand stabbed directly into his abdomen.

The Brell family soldier stared in amazement as the blood gradually oozing from his abdomen. As if he didn't believe it, he looked up at Herman again, and it wasn't until Herman pushed him with his flis shield and drew back the knight's sword that the corpse collapsed with a bang.

Before Herman could shake the blood off the knight's sword, another Brell soldier roared and rushed forward.

This time it was a soldier of the Brell family wearing light chain mail and holding two St. Romulud-style swords in both hands. The Brell soldier had clearly learned the lesson of his fallen companion in front of him, and his two swords slammed into Herman's iris shield without pause.

Herman frowned: this kind of continuous attack was the most troublesome for him, no matter how strong the steel iris shield was, it was only a shield and not a wall, and if he didn't fight back, it wouldn't be long before his own iris shield would shatter, and he would face this dual-wielding master directly.

Those who can play with dual-wielding weapons are hard-working, and secondly, they need to pay attention to talent - this Brell soldier is obviously both, and the fact that he has better equipment than most Breel soldiers also shows that his combat skills are definitely worthy of his identity.

"Ah Tie, replenish my position!" Herman roared, and Herman directly lifted his iris shield and took a big step forward.

"Yes, Lord Ronald!" Ah Tie roared in the same rage, wearing an obviously modified and elongated version of super-heavy chain mail, with an iron Knowles-style eye protection helmet, chainmail turban, and chainmail visor on his head, and a large thick wooden round shield and two-handed hammer in his hand.

After Ah Tie added his position, Herman's whole person shrank behind the iris shield, and he directly rushed over like a bull.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Brell family swung their two long swords faster, causing the edge of the shield in Herman's hand to begin to break.

Using all his strength, Herman directly pounced on the soldiers of the Brell family with a shield. While the opponent struggled desperately, Herman released the grip of the shield with his left hand, grasped the knight's sword with both hands, and then stabbed from above.

"Poof!" The Brell family soldier's face suddenly turned like a rotten watermelon, and the bright red blood and white brain immediately sprayed Herman's face.

Without caring about wiping the dirt off his face, Herman immediately picked up the shield, took two steps back and retreated into the shield array, while Ah Tie tacitly withdrew from an empty seat.

Herman and Chris, two wandering knights, And just as Knowles Heilko came out of the time, Ah Tie was the backbone of this hedgehog-shaped shield array, maintaining the defense line and morale of the shield spearmen, and Heloise tried her best to protect herself without causing trouble to others, and Ou Ling, the crossbowman, and Dugol, the longbowman, stayed behind the shield, and every now and then the shield would make a gap, and then an arrow or crossbow would drill through, and then the shield would close again, accompanied by the screams of the enemy who had been shot.

The shield wall of various shields is capable of resisting almost any infantry, especially the hedgehog-shaped shields composed entirely of wandering knights, who stand like rocks in the waves, and any Brell soldier who rushes through them will either be carried by a shield or killed by a variety of weapons after crashing into the shield.

As many hedgehog-shaped shield formations gradually approached each other and pushed each other against the enemy at the same time, Ah Tie's loud voice came from Herman and the others: "On the subverted dragon-headed ship, the climbing heart is as tough as steel, and the waves on the sea are cold and biting. ”

As he spoke, Tie reached out and hooked a Breel soldier with a hammer and pulled him into the shield, and Heloise immediately locked his arms and slit his throat with a double-edged sword.

"Since death is imminent, whether it is decapitated or drowned" shield arrays merge with each other, and the mercenaries and wandering knights listen to the ancient aftermath of a large Knowles hunk while fighting with all their attention.

"We're going to die!" Herman, Chris, Ati, and all the northern-born wandering knights and mercenaries finally shouted in unison the last of the Old Norse-esque battle cry, and then scrambled forward with their shields, and one enemy was forced back several steps.

The shield in Chris's hand was split by the tomahawk of a Brell family soldier in front of him, he threw it away, and then grabbed his Knowles-style long-handled tomahawk with both hands and rushed out of the shield array, and with the long-handled tomahawk he pushed a path out of the enemy pile, and then used the back of the axe to smash the head of a Breel family soldier with a helmet and dented it.

It seemed that the enemy commander saw that his infantry on the battlefield did not take much advantage, and with a low trumpet sound, the sound of horses' hooves and neighing began to be heard in the forests on both sides of the road.

"Chris, come back!" Herman felt bad in his heart as soon as he heard this, and yelled at Chris while the enemy in front of him had been stabbed in the intestines by his knight's sword.

As soon as Chris reacted, a dark shadow rushed out of the forest first: a chainmail heavy cavalry with a flat rifle rode a dark heavy war horse and began to accelerate in Chris's direction, and behind him, more and more chainmail heavy cavalry and knights of the Brair family began to emerge from the forest one after another. (To be continued......)