Chapter 63: Killing on a Snowy Night

The lancers had been suffocated all day, especially in the afternoon when they pulled the crash. As the most elite unit under the command of Earl Corbilly, when had they ever done such a hard work? Moreover, the military camp was higher than the outside, and they were going downhill when they collided with the tug-of-war, but when they pulled hard, the crash suddenly flew over, and the last thirty or forty lancers of the team did not react at all, and even the men and horses became a blur of flesh and blood. This unexpected loss had galvanized these lancers almost into a frenzy.

Now that the gate of the barracks has been opened, the lancers, who are full of desire to kill, have already launched a charge, a squadron and a small squad, more than six hundred lancers, they will rush into the barracks, kill anyone they see, vent the anger in their hearts, no matter what lies ahead, they will not be able to stop their progress.

Passing through the gate of the barracks, the lancers were ready to charge, and the five spearmen with silver strength consciously lined up at the forefront. They all knew that the convoy occupying the barracks had dozens of knights who had awakened their vindictive spirit like them, and the next step should be for the two sides to hedge.

But after rushing in the barracks for a long time, the front was still empty, and there were no knights in front of him, not even a single figure in sight. There was only a passage about ten meters wide leading to the depths of the barracks. How did it feel that something was wrong? The spearmen at the head of the cavalry slowed down more and more, and finally the charge turned into a jog. They could not stop, there were still six hundred horsemen behind them, and they could only control their speed, and the lancers behind caught up, went neck with them, and gradually gathered behind them into a thick cavalry cluster.

It is indeed not right, in the imagination of the lancers, after entering the barracks, it should be a familiar scene, full of tents, they will chase between these tents, slash the enemy, and wash away the shame of being occupied by the enemy with blood. But the scene in front of me was so unfamiliar, the passage was lined with a three-meter-high wall, covered with a thin layer of snow. The lancers could only follow the passage.

It was dark, and it was snowing heavily, and the vision ahead was not clear.

"Go see what's going on with these walls?"

The next few lancers pierced the walls on both sides of the passage with their spears: "It's a wooden wall, these are wooden walls." ”

"Strange, where did you get so much wood in the barracks?" one of the lancers wondered.

"Moving on, I don't believe they have how much wood they can make a partition wall. ”

Of course, the lancers did not expect that Shi Fatzi unloaded the carriages of more than 700 four-wheeled carriages, and erected them vertically, and the bottom of the carriages was connected outward, which became the partition walls on both sides of the passage. From time to time, though there were small gaps that only allowed one person to pass, they were not for a lancer on horseback to pass through.

Several lancers tried to tear down the wooden wall, but it took a long time to give up. If it were a single wooden wall, it might have been pushed and shaken a few times, but these are carriages, to be precise, like long boxes, which are very strong together. The lancers pushed for a long time before they found that the wooden wall had not shaken a few times.

The front seemed to be coming to an end, and the front row of lancers saw a wooden platform in front of the passage, and then there was a great fire, and countless torches were lit on the wooden platform, illuminating the surroundings.

The faces of the front-row lancers, who saw the scene in front clearly, instantly lost their blood color and became miserable and pale.

Finally, someone shuddered and shouted: "Trap, trap, this, this is a trap, quickly, quickly withdraw ......"

In front of the wooden platform stood a phalanx of black crows in black heavy armor, with black shields and black spears. Everyone knows what it will be like for a leather-armored cavalry that has lost its impact to face these heavy cans. But it wasn't this that mattered, but the twelve large crossbows arranged on the wooden platform in two tiers. The twelve spear-long crossbow arrows pointed at the lancers were shining with a cold light as bright as stars in the light of the torches......

The lancers were in a commotion, and the front wanted to run, but they were blocked by the behind, and the lancers in the back wanted to see what was going on in front and squeezed forward, and the lancers were followed by more than 2,000 garrisons......

Dorus was in high spirits at the moment, and it was finally his turn to wield his crossbow. Looking at the chaotic lancers below, he waved his hand and ordered loudly: "Release!"

First, the six crossbows on the second floor made a deafening "boom" sound, and the six crossbow arrows were like lightning, shooting into the crowd of lancers, setting off a bloody storm, and then the six crossbows on the lower level also shot crossbow arrows, and then the six crossbows on the upper level were loaded with crossbow arrows and continued to fire, followed by six crossbows on the lower level......

The cycle goes on and on......

The twelve crossbows had been fired for a total of twenty rounds, and they could no longer be fired, the bowstrings of the crossbows were about to be scrapped, and the crossbow arrows fired in the last round had lost their strength and accuracy.

Dorus stood on the wooden platform, speechless at the results of the crossbow......

The heavy smell of blood came to his nose, and the passage in front of him was filled with the corpses of the spearmen and mounts. The two hundred and forty crossbow arrows swept away the cluster of lancers that had been gathered in the passage, and at first the crossbow arrows were so powerful that they could even penetrate the bodies of five or six lancers or horses, but now only a few dozen surviving lancers were left in the passage and stood in the pile of corpses.

"Vomit", this is the heavy armor in front of the wooden platform, and some people in the phalanx can't stand the miserable situation in front of them and are vomiting......

"Heavy armor forward!" Bodfinger gave the order, having experienced the baptism of the battlefield in the sea of corpses and blood, and the scene in front of him was just a very ordinary scene for him.

"Vomit, vomit" There were more people vomiting in the phalanx of heavy armor.

"Heavy armor, run forward!" Bodfinger shouted, he suddenly remembered that the heavy armor under his command was not his long-standing army in the White Lion Legion, but a new recruit who had just made up, and if he slowed down, maybe more soldiers would lose their combat effectiveness due to vomiting.

The heavily armored soldiers rumbled forward, leaving only a few dozen breathless soldiers in place.

In fact, the heavy armor did not come in handy for the lancers, and the remaining dozens of lancers had long lost their sense of resistance, and after being easily killed by the heavy armor soldiers, Bodfinger himself lost interest, and ordered the remaining forty or fifty lancers to be disarmed and escorted down, and then led the heavy armor to the place where the shouts of killing broke out in front of the passage.

For the lancers, who were slaughtered by crossbows, the garrison that followed them was not much luckier. First they were fired at by a group of about 400 crossbow archers, and the longbowmen who could resist them were helpless because they could not find the enemy. The crossbowmen hid behind the partition walls on both sides of the road, dug small holes in the bottom of the carriages, and aimed and shot steadily, and the longbowmen were almost lost.

The rest of the garrison had to rely on the sword and shield soldiers to cover the perimeter with shields, but they were still constantly hit by crossbow arrows......

The ground of the passage was covered with the corpses of the garrison, and the snowflakes falling from the dark sky fell on the blood flowing on the ground, and soon formed a thin layer of blood ice.

The garrison had no way out, and the garrison that had withdrawn from the front said that the lancers had been wiped out, and crossbow arrows were constantly being fired from the partition walls on both sides of the road. It's just that the wooden wall to the left of the barracks gate suddenly collapsed, this is a real single row of wooden partition walls, not composed of carriage carriages. Telman led the Knights out of the inside, blocking the retreat to the barracks gates. Behind him, hundreds of spearmen came out with their horses and arranged a simple defensive formation around the gate of the barracks.

At this time, Rose had already faced the leader of the golden rank, and the two were inseparable. Telman, on the other hand, led the Knights through the passages, and there was no enemy under the gun.

From time to time, there was a small opening in the wooden wall of the passage that could allow a person to pass through, but the guards who entered soon let out a scream, and even the bastard son of a silver-ranked Earl of Cobilly rushed in. They didn't know that there were more than a dozen spearmen and one or two old students of the Silver Order of Dawn Academy guarding behind each opening, where could the garrisons who entered the entrance be favored?

When Bodfinger's phalanx of heavily armored soldiers appeared in the passage, the collapsed garrison finally despaired, some threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground to die, while others rushed to the phalanx of heavy armoured soldiers as if they were dying, either cut down by a sword, stabbed to death by a spear, or shot by crossbow arrows flying from both sides.

Lorist gave orders to Reddy and Pat: "Pass the word, those who surrender on their knees discard their weapons live, and those who resist die." ”

Soon, the passage was filled with garrisons who had dropped their weapons and surrendered, and the battle was over. Rose took a sword on his shoulder and cut off the head of the gold-level bastard leader, and laughed happily while carrying the head. But Bodefinger is very depressed, isn't there still a golden level, why is it gone?

Unbeknownst to Bodfinger, there was also a gold-rank bastard who was squeezed into the lancers and could not advance or retreat, and was shot through the chest and abdomen by a crossbow arrow from a crossbow, and died a very unjustly death.

Three fires lit up on the parapet wall of the barracks, and soon the camp of the sweeping troops erupted in shouts of killing and fire, and it was Yuri who was lying in ambush and led a team of light cavalry scouts to attack. Soon, Yuri sent someone to report that the enemy's camp had been occupied, and more than 2,000 prisoners who were imprisoned for lack of food and clothing were found, what to do?

How did it come that there were more than 2,000 captives? Lorist found out a few of the surrendered garrisons that the more than 2,000 captives in this large camp had been captured by the sweeping troops after breaking down those cottages in the western mountains, and were going to be taken back to be slaves and hard labor.

What should I do? Lorist smiled bitterly and shook his head, he could only bring it back first, there was no clothes or food in the camp over there, maybe he would starve to death and freeze to death early tomorrow morning. Patrick and Pat go to Telman and Fat Boy, respectively, and tell them the news. Let Telman take the knights and a squadron of spearmen to the opposite camp to pick up the people, and don't forget to collect all the wooden platoons on the road, it is just right to make firewood on such a snowy night.

Here, let Shi Fatzi vacate another vacant space in the northwest area of the military camp to set up a tent, set up a bonfire, cook some porridge or something for the captured young men who came over immediately to warm their bodies, and then collect some clothes and blankets for them, and stay tomorrow.

The northwest part of the barracks was originally arranged for the more than 400 young men who were rescued in the barracks and the group of people who had coerced their companions from the castle of Mestre, as well as the hundreds of homeless people who followed the convoy just to beg for a little food, but now it is appropriate to arrange the more than 2,000 prisoners rescued from the enemy's camp.

The noisy and noisy 2,000-odd young men soon arrived at the gate of the barracks, but after entering the barracks, it slowly fell silent, and no one dared to shout loudly, not even the atmosphere, because under their feet was a dark red blood road. The road was littered with corpses, and the surrendered garrisons were cleaning up, ripping off their leather armor and clothes, and putting the naked corpses on the side of the road to form a wall of corpses......

The procession of more than 2,000 people silently passed through the blood-stained dark red road, and it was not until they were led to the northwest of the barracks that they regained some vitality. Lorist was very satisfied with the shock effect, and what he was most worried about was that these rescued young men would not obey the rules and make a lot of noise in the barracks, disturbing the peace of the military dependents.

The snowflakes kept falling, giving the earth a new coat of snow-white.

In the barracks, bonfires were blazing and bright. Lorist stood in front of the tent, looked at the falling snowflakes, and sighed deeply. The night of killing has passed, but I don't know how many more battles like this will be encountered on the next journey......