The rain is getting heavier, and the cold wind from the north is mixed with more and more dense raindrops, and it is almost impossible to open your eyes.

Probably after this north wind, it will be winter.

Bean-sized raindrops were wrapped in the wind and crackled against the helmet. The soaked rain ran down the gaps in the chain mail into the inner lining, bringing chill to every part of the body.

But the storm did not dilute the blood soaked in the warriors.

In the camp, the corpses of the Gatu were already laid on the ground.

Several horses also fell to the ground, mostly victims of two-handed swords.

The stagnant water on the ground had all turned into viscous blood sludge, and the bright red liquid was flowing down the gentle slope.

In the center of the camp, I don't know how many Cato people were lying upside down, and some people were even stacked on top of each other.

They almost only had one wound on their bodies, but they were all fatal – in the face, in the neck, in the heart, or between the legs......

This is all the result of Leon's battle, as long as he can take out his opponent quickly, he doesn't care where the stab or kick is.

Leon was covered in blood, and his blue-gray chain mail had completely turned reddish-brown.

The overlay helmet had been blackened with blood, and only two eyes were exposed, making him look like a demon.

The chain mail on his left chest cracked, rolling over to reveal scarlet flesh, a knife wound.

In the melee, no matter how good your skills are, it is difficult to dodge the knives and guns from all sides.

But the sword in his hand swung again, and the shot was still like lightning, and the sword light was gone.

This time, however, the blade only tore through half of the opponent's chainmail neck guard with some difficulty, making a cut in the opponent's throat.

Instead of dying, the opponent covered his blood-gushing neck and rolled to the ground - the sword seemed a little dull after chopping over a dozen people.

Leon was already clearly feeling the exhaustion of his body, he was not the kind of madman with infinite stamina, in fact he was better at heads-up.

He lifted a nomadic shield that belonged to the enemy on his toes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A few meters to Leon's side was Klose, whose whole body was already red and shiny. The shiny plate armor became extremely conspicuous after drinking blood, and his tall and burly figure made him more like a demon than Leon.

The corpses around him all looked miserable, basically using the word 'block', and it was almost impossible to find a single corpse.

The only one that was still complete was the cavalry he cut down last.

The shoddy greatsword in his hand had been completely deformed, but it was still terrifying—the heavy greatsword with a roaring wind broke the wind, and slashed across the waist of a cavalryman, the greatsword became an S shape, and the Cato cavalry became a B shape.

The greatsword has been blunted to iron.

Behind the two of them, there were stormtroopers standing in a row, but there were only eight people left, all dripping blood.

enemy's, or one's own.

Behind the stormtrooper, there was the wooden fort, on which a row of crossbowmen was squatting as hard as they could.

Under the fort, Anson had already laid down his sword, and he was giving battlefield first aid to the two seriously wounded Metenheim infantry.

In the camp, there were no more enemies left standing at this time.

"Bispa! Bispera! ”

After paying at least fifty casualties, the enemy shouted and retreated, and did not continue the charge - the camp was already full of corpses and debris, and the Cato cavalry could only fight on foot.

And the foot battle, the big guys in the camp in front of him seem to be all very strong......

In the Cold Weapons era, a quarter of the casualties were enough to demoralize most troops, but these Cato did not.

They even still maintain a decent obedience and calm mind.

This is the real reason why the Cato cavalry was terrible.

They marched undisciplined, had no strategy, charged in no formation, and looked like a rabble—but they were never afraid of death.

They have their own social form and honor system, and they are not afraid of life and death, which is the basic concept in their honor system.

Moreover, they had to storm this camp - they wanted to open the way back to the steppe!

After all the Gatu people in front of him had retreated a few dozen meters away, another centurion who had been patrolling on the side led the team to the front of the formation and shouted something loudly.

He then drew his saber and slashed his face, smearing the blood on his forehead.

This self-harming behavior seems to be contagious, and his subordinates also took out their sabers and added a cut to their faces.

Everyone's forehead was smeared with bright red finger marks.

The Gato warlord, who was gagged in the camp, saw this scene and made a "click" sound with his throat and eyes, as if he was laughing.

Then, he tried to put his neck against Sarah's blade.

However, Sarah quickly collected the sword, causing the warlord to attempt suicide.

Down a gentle slope.

After the collective self-harm and plastic surgery of all the members, a cry of "Usa! Gato!! "The battlefield was restarted.

"Usa! Gato!! ”

All the Cato took off their bows and began to fire volleys against the wind and rain.

Their self-mutilation seems to be a ritual, and as a result of the ritual, they no longer care about the captured warlord!

"Stand back! Raise your shield! ”

A soaked bow will reduce its elasticity, and the arrows will not be as powerful as they will be in the rain, and the accuracy will be worse in the wind and rain. But more than 100 archers released arrows at the same time, and they didn't need to be very accurate, and no one could bear the arrows in a random manner.

The rain of arrows fell like locusts in the raindrops.

Leon raised his nomadic shield and retreated to the edge of the fort, and the crossbowmen fought back as best they could, but their crossbows were hardly accurate in the wind and rain.

The shortcomings of the Metenheim people's lack of use of shields were evident at this time.

Klose's steel armor clanged, and the heavy plate armor blocked a few arrows, but still a cone-tipped arrow pierced his shoulder. He rolled over for a large plank, barely obscuring his figure.

The rest of the Metenheim infantry were also in a desperate situation, and they were forced to hide in the nearby barracks without a shield, and the tents and wooden roofs barely held up for a while.

The crossbowmen were also baptized by the rain of arrows.

Most of them had shields, but they had nowhere to hide from the fort, and the arrows flying in the wind and rain still caused a lot of casualties.

Half of them were shielded with shields, and the other half returned fire with crossbows, but the obvious difference in numbers and rate of fire made it difficult for them to raise their heads.

Fortunately, most of them were from the town of Changhe, and they did not run away in the face of the Gatu.

After a few rounds of arrows, the three hired crossbowmen landed on the fort and splashed huge waves in the river on the other side.

Once again, the Cato sent more than fifty men to dismount and charge—the big men who were skilled in foot combat were overpowered by the rain of arrows, and no one in the camp came forward, and when they rushed into the camp, the rain of arrows from the outer Gatu did not stop.

This is indiscriminate coverage shooting!

Leon picked up Anson's sword and faced the enemy, shouting loudly: "If you are afraid of death, you can jump into the river to escape, no one will blame you!" ”

This is for the crossbowmen.

There is actually a mechanism in the words of the cunning lord...... Maybe there are people who are afraid of death and want to run, but who will admit it at this time?

So this sentence drew a burst of ridicule: "Afraid of genitals!" Whoever runs is the chicken! ”

That's the voice of the swimmer.

After a burst of laughter, the real bitter battle began.

The Cato were fearless in their life-and-death charge, and the front of the camp was quickly filled with people.

This was indeed the kind of scuffle that Leon wanted, but it was definitely not the scene he wanted to see.

Klose fought furiously with the stormtroopers, each of them already covered with bright red wounds.

The crossbowmen had already jumped off the fort, drew their infantry swords and stood in front of Anson and Sarah, and entered a state of hand-to-hand combat—they had no crossbows.

And just as Leon had stabbed a war rider through a war rider at the cost of feathered arrows stuck in his thighs and shoulders, he heard a deep and clear voice in the distance.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo......"

It's the sound of a trumpet.

The sound of the trumpet was accompanied by the dull sound of horses' hooves, which was loud and loud, from far to near.