This judgment of the Count of Bag was not unreasonable, for the well-armed noble heavy cavalry of his class had always had an advantage over the Neustrian infantry, and a cavalryman on horseback, his spear, not as on the ground, but only by the strength of his own arms—but with the impulse of the horse—how could a man resist the strength of a horse? What's more, this power also has the bonus of acceleration!

As for the archers, oh, they may occasionally be able to play against poor nobles and squires who are not very well equipped, but Count Bag is not a poor man, his armor is good, not made in Neustria, but bought from distant Vinnes, his horses are also covered with animal skins and wear chest armor, and he is not afraid of the interference of archers. His men were inferior to him, but they were all armoured and well-armed, thanks to the proceeds they had plundered from pilgrims and merchants, and by turning a blind eye to the northern warriors who roamed their territory.

The northerners, Count Bagh did not dare to provoke, because if they could resist his infantry, it would be the northerners, although they, like other infantry of this era, would not put in a dense formation, but those tall and powerful warriors among them, with a blow from an axe, could sometimes chop a horse to death! It is not for nothing that they are able to run rampant in Nyustria and other countries with pure infantry!

But now he was not against a terrible northerner, but a Neustrian fool who didn't even bring a single cavalryman, and did she think her men were well-trained northern warriors?

How can a group of Neustrian farmers without horses stop them!

was scared by such simplicity, and he won't be in the mix in the future! When the time comes. Everyone else would say, only a few hundred farmers on foot. It's going to scare Count Bag.

Count Bag's men also thought the same way, so. None of them stopped their horses and turned after seeing an ambush at the end of the bend, and after Count Bagh shouted and trampled on them, two of them even rushed ahead of Count Bag.

"Ready!" Jenny shouted in a clear voice, and the flag bearer beside her waved a yellow flag when he heard the order, and the figures of the cavalry were clearly visible on the other side of the road.

The crossbowmen in the first column raised their crossbows and placed the steel-headed armor-piercing arrows in place.

"Put!"

There was a continuous sound of crossbow shots, and the crossbowmen who had finished shooting immediately stepped back and pulled the strings to load the arrows. The second column of crossbowmen stepped forward, took aim, and fired.

The enemy roared, and their horses neighed loudly.

The second column of crossbowmen who had finished shooting retreated, and the first column of crossbowmen, who had finished loading, returned to their positions and continued to shoot at their targets.

Shoot at those targets that are still moving.

The roar still resounded across the battlefield, but there were other sounds in the midst of it, which were all too familiar to the first responders near the command station. Voices that often appear in hospitals.

It was the howl of a human being when he was wounded, and even the roar of Count Bagh could not be suppressed.

As long as they were advancing, the rain of arrows continued to rain down on their heads without mercy, and they were hit with many arrows. But there are more arrows coming at them.

"O gods! O gods! The wounded, who had fallen to the ground, still reluctant, pleaded, knowing that this was in the hands of the peasants. What will happen to them. Those farmers who have been brutalized by the tyranny of the aristocratic samurai, once they have the opportunity. There will be no living mouth left for them. As a result, these weekdays are lawless. The bandits, who had never shown mercy to people or sacrifices to the gods, began to ask the gods for mercy, "Have mercy on us!" Have mercy on us! "If I make it back alive, I'll—uh!"

"Hell it!" Count Bag, who was running ahead, roared loudly, and he saw that the two men who had overtaken him had been crushed by the horses they had planted to the ground, lying on both sides of the broad avenue and twitching, you fools! When you hear the voice of the little girl, you can't hold the reins softly? It's just a ...... It's just some weird bow and arrow!

Count Bagh is not afraid of these peasants' tricks!

He roared so angrily, and rode on, leaving behind his terrible men and men.

If you don't make it, you still boast that you are a knight! A few arrows are nothing, as long as you rush in front of you, you can kill those archers who are not good at melee combat!

Close, close, victory is at hand!

"Heavy infantry ready!" Jenny's clear voice wasn't obvious in the roar and screams, but it was enough for the flag-bearers around her to hear.

Red flags waved.

A low voice shook the earth, it was the sound of war drums.

Hearing this ominous sound, Jon shuddered, but he didn't think much about it, but just like when he was training, he heard the sound of drums and saw the red flag, so he raised the halberd in his hand.

The warm sunlight shone on the steel mouth of the halberd, but it was a cold light, which was the light of killing.

The eagle continues to hover in the sky.

The birds and finches that had flown away before thought they were safe, but now when they heard these terrible sounds, they flapped their wings and flew farther away, and even the snakes, rats, insects and ants under the ground went deeper into the ground. Only the weeds on the side of the road still swayed in the spring breeze as always, and the blood sprinkled on them flowed down the green leaves and dripped into the earth that nurtured humans.

Count Bagh turned a deaf ear to the sound of the drums, and saw only one thing in his eyes, and that was that he was about to storm into the fragile positions of the archers, who were known to have the least amount of protective gear and were not good for close combat.

Who could notice anything else in the face of a seemingly low-hanging victory?

He raised his broad-bladed broadsword, which would be ready to drain the blood of the peasants' necks as soon as he rushed into the archers' positions! They are about to scatter and flee, and he, Count Bagh, will once again win a glorious victory and untold riches!

Damon, who was on the front line, shot his arrow again.

Count Bag's steed let out a mournful roar, and it hissed to its feet, and its upper body swung violently, throwing the unprepared Count Bag out like a doll, and a large stream of blood spurted out of its chest like a fountain, staining the dirt around it a bright red.

But no one paid any attention to the horse anymore.

For in the dying flick of the horse, Count Bagh flew past the crossbowman's rejection, knocked one of the crossbowmen, and landed impartially beside Jeanne.

"Go to hell, stinky!" Far from giving in to the Count of Bag, the impact and the wound aroused the ferocity in the robber's bones, and with a roar of a tiger, he leaped from the ground and slashed his great sword in a semicircle, slashing at Jenny's slender neck.

"I'll go!" Seeing this scene, Jason standing on the podium jumped three feet high. (To be continued......)

PS: I have always felt that Hans Christian Andersen's "The King's New Clothes" is a wonderful good article, and I recently reread it, and I have new feelings, and the child at the end, he actually dared to say: "The king is wearing nothing!" "What a fuss, self-righteousness, showing off that you have long eyes, King Black.

Rational, impartial, objective, and fuss-free saying: "Realize that the crown on the king's head is something we cannot afford with all that we have, and as for him...... He is dressed no less than the average mammal, and let us continue to admire his solemn demeanor and noble steps......"