By the time the princess brought back the great news of convincing the Red Dragon to the royal city, and unanimously decided to hide the news from the Red Dragon for the time being, the vanguard of the Turing Kingdom, a vassal state of the Falcon Empire, had already crossed the border and arrived at the village of Gehado, the small village where Ronald once lived.

Encountering almost no resistance, an vanguard of nearly 1,000 men, led by Earls Hoffmann and Earl White, quickly captured the village of Gegado.

Cracking sound.

At the behest of the commander, the soldiers rummaged through the cabinets.

Half an hour later, amid the mournful cries of the villagers, the soldiers scolded and shoved away the women and children who had collapsed on the ground, and loaded the looted money into the baggage squad.

Despite the strong persuasion of Father Maxinu, Count Hoffmann ordered his men to hang a dozen civilians who tried to flee for their lives. He stumbled upon a few believers who seemed to believe in the god of flames, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered to be killed on the spot.

"Let's go. ”

He stretched out his hand and slashed forward in high spirits, signaling his subordinates to continue the march.

Finding that Maximinu was still about to speak, Count Hoffmann-West looked unhappy, and he deliberately accentuated his tone: "There is no forgiveness for the disobedient! There is no forgiveness for the infidels! Have you forgotten Bishop Steve's advice, my honorable Father Maximinus? ”

Knowing that after the last incident, the two had already had a problem, and Father Maxim had no choice but to give up his request. He turned his head and looked at the long empty wheat field in the distance, and said no more.

"Alright, Hoffmann, Father Maxinu, don't worry about these little things, let's go as soon as possible. Earl White laughed and said, "We must try to occupy the area around Rumtown before General Reims arrives, so that the General can prepare for the capture of Fort Orleans." ”

Looking at the old fox, Hoffman smiled, "That's right, I'm thinking of getting some free rum and drinking it." He raised his whip and pointed to the town in the distance: "Go, arrive at the town of Rum before dark and set up camp!"

Two hours later.

The soldiers on the watchtower of Rumtown spotted the Turing Bird of Paradise flag fluttering from afar, as well as the church's cross flag.

Dangdang, Dangdang!

The alarm bell in the town rang suddenly, and the soldiers of the garrison came out with guns. The troops were all elite, and Princess Victoria had ordered them to cover the retreat of the townspeople.

The two armies were separated by nearly 100 meters and formed a formation with each other.

Whew.

The cold wind outside Rumtown blew the maple leaves, which were already slightly curled at the edges of the leaves. But the ruby-like veins of the leaves still look particularly crystal clear in the cold sunlight.

Fallen leaves, fluttering freely in the wind in mid-air.

They swirled and rose, with the weariness of their playfulness, and finally landed in the clear stream, and flowed down the babbling stream into the distance.

No one appreciates the beauty in the distance.

The Falken soldiers in the front row, half-kneeling behind the rejection of the horses in a neat formation, were waiting for the battle. They clenched the wooden shields and iron spears in their hands, the slanted sharpness reflecting the cold, and at the end of the quasi-front was the approaching Turing man. And a team of 100 archers in the back row also drew out their arrows and waited for the captain's order at any time.

Crewe, who had been appointed as the garrison lieutenant of Rumtown, turned around and whispered to Ronald who had come spontaneously: "If the situation is not good, flee for your life! This is the battlefield, you are the envoys of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and there is no need to fight to the death." ”

"Don't worry, Lord Crewe. Ronald whispered, "We know what to do." ”

Lieutenant Crewe turned around and quickly made a few gestures to his men.

And after Ronald made eye contact with the mage, he took the initiative to walk to the front row of the battlefield.

Since returning to Fort Orleans, Ronald has volunteered to stay at the border with the mage. Their purpose is also very simple, relying on their own advantages as high-level powerhouses, to destroy the enemy's living force as much as possible before the enemy army arrives.

After what happened, Princess Victoria was completely convinced of Ronald's strength, and after careful advice, she rushed to the royal city with a team of knights of the guard. Ronald, on the other hand, brought an order to the lieutenant of the garrison of Rumtown, and the order was very simple, that is, "fight and retreat, and preserve strength".

Seeing Ronald come forward alone, Lieutenant Kru frowned slightly: "Your Excellency Ronald, you'd better be careful." He didn't think that this black-haired boy could bring them any help, but it was the gray-robed mage behind him, who was so thin that he was only skinny and bone-covered, and he had great expectations, so he specially sent his direct swordsman team to protect the mage's safety.

Sensing the distrust in Captain Crewe's eyes, Ronald just smiled and slowly pulled out the enchanted sword.

On the other side of the battlefield, a flag-bearer rode forward with the Church Cross.

Before the flag bearer could speak, Lieutenant Crewe shouted at him, "Stop talking nonsense, go back to Lao Tzu!"

In desperation, the standard-bearer who came to persuade him to surrender rode his horse back to his position.

Earl Hoffman, who noticed this scene, did not laugh angrily, he turned his head and looked at Earl White beside him: "What a bunch of arrogant and ignorant Falken pigs, just three teams of hundreds, dare to be so arrogant!"

White chimed in: "Hehe, that's right, Hoffman. ”

Maxim interjected: "Although we have the advantage in strength, I suggest that we should be cautious, two counts. ”

Hearing these inopportune words, Hoffman immediately frowned. He snorted coldly: "My esteemed priest, we have a hundred cavalry, seven hundred pikemen, and two hundred archers! Don't forget, there are 10,000 advance troops of General Lance behind us! Not to mention, the Empire is rushing to 60,000 troops!"

"Haha, that's right, that's right. Earl White laughed, and the fat on both sides of his cheeks trembled: "It's not a good thing for my family to quarrel first." I said two, do you think I'm right?"

Seeing that Maxim was silent, Hoffman glared at Maximinu fiercely and then gave an order: "Cavalry on standby, ready to break the enemy's defenses at any time!"

At his command, the front row of infantry immediately squatted on the ground and made way for the two hundred archers in the back row.

Whoosh!

A rain of scattered arrows was thrown towards the wooden fence.

Doledole.

At Crewe's roar, the spearmen raised their wooden shields to ward off the rain of arrows from above. A few wails rang out, but soon became quiet, and the distance between the two sides made the rain of arrows not much of a threat to the well-guarded Falken.

Ronald stood still, raising his wrist lightly, and with his skillful sword skills, he deflected a few arrows fired at him, and helped several spearmen beside him block the attack of bows and arrows.

Catching a glimpse of the gratitude in the soldier's eyes, who was still a little panicked, Ronald smiled kindly at the soldier and focused his attention on the lightly armed cavalry on the other side.

"Kerry, is there anything you can do?"

The mage said lightly, "I'll try it later." As he spoke, he had begun to prepare the spells of the Whip of Thorns and the Mist of Death.

Ronald nodded, and stood in front of the mage with his sword in hand, covering his spell casting. He didn't want to be too eye-catching, so he had the idea of retaining his strength, and planned to wait until the battle started to take advantage of the chaos to kill.

Just after the first round of arrows, Captain Crewe roared and ordered his archers to launch a counterattack.

In this way, the two sides shot back and forth for a few rounds, but because the distance was too far, the arrow rain could no longer exert its maximum power when it fell. As a result, neither side inflicted many casualties on each other, only a few miserable wails.

Ordering his men to lift the wounded soldiers away, Hoffman couldn't help himself. He turned to Father Maxinu, "Father, I don't think you want to shoot so boringly, right? ”

Maximus reverently made a cross and muttered it.

"The crowd is passionate!"

As the spell was completed, his hands holding the scepter suddenly stretched out, and a golden eagle flew out of the scepter, flying over the leader of the soldiers, covering a radius of about thirty meters!

This was not over, and then another aqua-blue protective film poured out, scattered on the soldiers' bodies, also covering a radius of thirty meters.

These two spells are third-order secondary buff magic--- group emotion and group shield.

One can effectively improve the morale of the troops, and the other can reduce the damage caused by a small weapon, both of which determine the effective range of the buff based on the user's level of mana control. And the maximum range of third-order magic, without the assistance of any treasures, is thirty meters.

Maxim, who had released two group support spells in a row, turned pale in an instant, and compared to light spells, using other spells consumed his magic power more.

"Ha, ha. ”

He breathed greedily, but his tone was unusually rapid: "These two spells can only last less than half an hour, and that's all I can do at the moment." ”

"Thank you so much, half an hour, that's enough. Hoffman pretended to be polite, and waved his hand: "The cavalry will surprise me! The infantry will follow!"

Under his order, the cavalry hundred-man team blessed with buff magic burst out in unison with a burst of shouting: "Rush!"

Gotta got, gotta got.

Although it was not a standard knightly unit, this lightly armored private army under the command of Earl Hoffmann was also formally trained in charge. On the Count's orders, they began to charge with their spears and horses, lined up in two columns and began to charge!

During the charge, they gradually adjusted their horses' speed, forming a large-angle frontal sagittal shape. They kept a distance of about one meter from each other to the left and right, and about five meters from front to back, which is a standard safe distance for a platoon to charge.

"Drive, drive!"

Smoke and dust billowed from him, and the imposing cavalry captain acted as a sharp cone of arrows, rushing to the front! Behind him, a group of cavalry followed closely behind, charging at the horse rejection array behind the opposite fence!

With a whoosh, a beam of bloody arrows flew towards the squad leader.

The mage's attack was easily dodged by the team leader. "Kill!" With a proud roar, the squad leader rode his horse and leaped, urging the war horse to collapse the wooden fence!

Click, a wooden stake as thick as a calf, easily crushed by a war horse!

At the same time as the stake broke, Lieutenant Kru drew his steel sword and shouted: "Resist Lao Tzu!"

The sound of the wooden fence collapsing instantly filled the battlefield! With a swift charge like the wind, the Turing cavalry bravely met the Falken spearmen!

"Ahh

"Kill!"

The clanging sound was chaotic, and the atmosphere on the battlefield became hot and ruthless! This 100-man cavalry team blessed with magic was already the top existence on this battlefield!

The one-man high horse-repulsion array was swept to the ground one after another under the courageous onslaught of the knights! The spearmen who were half-kneeling behind the horse-rejecting formation were jumped up by the cavalry one after another! Desperate wails erupted!

"Surround them at all costs!" Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, Lieutenant Crewe shouted with an anxious face: "You must surround them, even if you die!"

He knew very well that if he gave the enemy another charge and could not be effectively stopped, it would be a big trouble!

"Kill!"

The spearmen, who had been on the battlefield many times, let out a shocking roar in tacit understanding.

After the charge, the formation of the spearmen was suddenly dashed by this magical light cavalry unit, but the light cavalry were also scattered because of this! The Turing man roared and rampage, pointed his sharp rifles straight at the enemy's chest, and began to fight with the Falken soldiers.

How brave a hundred light cavalry were, not to mention the blessing of two buff magics! The troops of more than 300 people were suddenly rushed and almost scattered!

Seeing that the spearmen were somewhat disorganized, Crewe shouted, "Hold on to the formation, don't let them go back!" and himself, taking the lead, rushed towards a cavalryman who was trying to retreat.

Inspired by the lieutenant's example, the chaotic formation was finally relieved a little.

And Ronald also understands that if he doesn't make a move, he will be really in trouble.