The Salander cavalry was taken aback when they arrived at the battlefield.

The cavalry waited a few miles from the infantry for the rout, but they were last waiting for a few scattered Salander soldiers. The infantrymen were as surprised as the cavalry, and they themselves did not know how they had been driven by less than two hundred Swadians.

The Salander infantry had more than four hundred soldiers, and they were divided into two teams, one of a hundred men and the other of three hundred. These two men had assaulted the Svadians on the eve of the previous day, and they had taken advantage of the victory to pursue them, almost forgetting their tiredness. The soldiers had been captured the night before, and after a night's assault, more than 7,000 Swadians, as well as their innumerable livestock and goods, were under the control of the Salanders. The soldiers knew that the battle was a great victory, and as soon as the battle was over, they would return to Fort Garmici and divide the spoils equally. The thought of the delicate slave women and the bright gold coins made the Salander soldiers feel happy. All they have to do now is to crush the remaining 1,000-odd refugees.

When the Salander soldiers received the scout's report, they found that the situation was even better than they expected: there were less than 200 fighters among the more than 1,000 people, and the rest were civilians without combat. The Salanders believed that after a quarter of an hour of attack, the Svadians would flee, and that the cavalry, who had long been on standby around the battlefield, would clear the deserters.

In the face of such a vulnerable enemy, Salander's cavalry did not even bother to take on the task of flanking and suppressing them properly, and on the first night, when the infantry approached the Ameraburg, the cavalry was rushing left and right in the plain to expel the refugees, and the cavalry was more physically exerted than the infantry. The cavalry was waiting passively around, anyway, the enemy's equipment was like a flower child, and it would take a while to flee in embarrassment.

The fog was thick, and the cavalry watched the battle with optimism, and although they couldn't see the battle clearly, they imagined what it would be like when the Swadians were slaughtered.

Just as the cavalry had slightly withdrawn from the center of the battlefield, the Salander infantry advanced. The Salander soldiers who took part in the attack the first night came from two groups: a mercenary force of 200 Barriya spearmen and 300 Sultanate conscripted infantry.

Salander's conscripts came from the heart of the Salander Sultanate, whose ancestors had been loyal subjects of the Sultan for centuries, who had grown accustomed to the Sultan's way of rule and considered it the best.

In view of the deteriorating border situation, the Sultan of Saland decided to send additional troops to Fort Garmic, to which the Sultan attached great importance to the fort, which the Sultan considered to be an important gateway to the hinterland of the Calradia continent. If this pass is controlled by the Salander people, the Salander soldiers will be able to cross the border in a steady stream under the guidance of countless crescent flags; And once Fort Gammich is controlled by the enemy, then only a few soldiers are needed to easily cut off the supply lines of the Salanders. If it weren't for the fact that Rhodok had just experienced the war and his national strength was weak, the Salanders would not have been able to take over Garmic Fort so easily.

The attitude of Salander's officers towards the two types of soldiers varied greatly. For soldiers recruited from their own country, Salander officers were often taken care of out of their compatriot feelings or simply to preserve their property: the march was carefully arranged, and the rationing of supplies was given priority; However, mercenaries do not enjoy this treatment, and the Salander commanders have always distrusted mercenaries, who are often unrestrained despite their courageous fighting style.

Mercenaries are generally paid higher salaries than ordinary soldiers, making them undesirable allies. Ordinary soldiers are usually only willing to fight alongside mercenaries at the most dangerous moments, because mercenaries often do not fight until the last moment before fleeing, and mercenaries regard warfare as a lucrative job rather than an obligation to the lord or state, which is the main reason why mercenaries are outside the core of Salander's battle.

Under the arrangement of the Salanders, the mercenaries took on the role of the vanguard in the night raids, the Salanders promised to give priority to mercenaries in the distribution of spoils, and the mercenary leaders were willing to use a battle to promote their troops. During the battle, the mercenary soldiers had forty dead and wounded, while the Salanders suffered a total of less than thirty losses during the night's fighting.

The battle angered the mercenary officers, who were supposed to come to the battlefield to support the Salanders after the hired spearmen had attacked. But during the battle, the Salander officers tacitly left the hardest bones to the mercenaries, and did not enter the camp until the Svadia soldiers were routed. After daybreak, and ignoring the fact that the mercenaries had already suffered a fifth of their attrition, the Salanders drove the mercenaries to deal with a stream of refugees on the seashore, and if it were not for the simplicity of the combat mission, the mercenary officers would have turned their faces on the spot. After two and a half hours of advance, the main force of the Salander infantry approached the Swadiya force.

While the Salanders waited for the Swadian soldiers to retreat on their own, the Swadians attacked.

The group of Svadians attacked in a haphazard manner. After three rounds of concentrated fire, the Swadia archers cut the bowstring and drew their weapons to join the charge. Barrie's hired spearmen immediately halted their advance and began to line up. As the Svadians charged, the mercenary officer suddenly felt a chill: the Swadians had come to attack at all costs.

"These madmen", the mercenary officer scolded inwardly. As a mercenary, it is not cost-effective to fight to the death for your employer, it is completely a loss-making business.

The mercenary officer gave a loud order, with the help of several of his adjutants, the mercenary soldiers retracted the battle line, the first row of people crowded together, with shields to build a shield wall, the second and third rows of soldiers put their spears out of the gaps in the shields, this defensive formation has been trained many times, it can resist the impact of ordinary infantry, once the attacking infantry is blocked, the mercenary soldiers can slowly advance, forcing the attacking enemy to retreat, Their spears have a length advantage over most weapons, allowing them to attack their opponents from behind their shields.

The ranged units of mercenary soldiers are not perfect, and they will not spend more money to maintain expensive and fragile bow and arrow units. Mercenary brokers prefer to invest their money in cheaper classes, and they have an account in their minds: the expenses of one cavalryman can be used to maintain three archers or nine spearmen. Although employers pay different amounts of money depending on the type of troops, it is difficult for cavalrymen and archers to recoup their costs even if they are well paid, and it is much less risky to hire infantry, such as cheap and well-stocked spearmen.

At this point, the mercenary officer couldn't help but glance back at his allies: the natives of Salander.

The Salander infantry did not immediately meet the line of the mercenaries, who, after noticing the Swadian attack, hesitated for a moment and began to adjust their direction and continue to advance. It was clear that once again, they intended to fend off the mercenaries and move themselves into and out of the Swadia flank in order to safely eliminate the Swadiaans.

The mercenary officers soon discovered the tricks of the Salanders. The anger that had been held back for a night finally flinched, and he drew his saber and ordered a scout to order the Salanders to quicken their pace. The scout galloped to the side of the Salander infantry and gave the commander's order, and the Salander soldiers gave the Barryes a cold look and continued to advance towards the established defensive line. In another ten minutes, they will be able to get around the front of the Svadias. It's a funny thing: a few people take on the task of resisting head-on, while the majority does the detour.

Of course, if you consider that these are basically two independent armies that do not trust each other, it is understandable that such a violation of common sense happened.

The mercenary officer watched his envoy ignore in frustration and had to brace himself to concentrate on the trouble in front of him. He calculated that it would take twenty minutes for the Salanders to complete the detour and begin the attack, during which time more than a dozen soldiers would be killed or wounded, which was another huge loss.

"Bastard thing!" , the mercenary officer had a feeling of betrayal.

He ordered to continue shrinking the line, and then rode his horse behind the soldiers. Just as the officer was in his safe position, the first Swadia soldier crashed into the shield wall. The officer looked at the lightly armored soldier and felt a sense of fear: the soldier completely ignored the sharp spears around him, and struck the shield with his own spear, arrogantly trying to tear open the shield that was firmly held together. When the straight and powerful spear stabbed at him, the soldier quickly dodged, and although he still had a few wounds cut by the sharp edge of the spear, he still shouted in spite of the pain, and even wanted to jump up and stab the soldier behind the shield.

This was not the only soldier, but the soldiers who followed were all as fearless as Nord's berserkers, and these people let out a loud roar that completely suppressed the morale-boosting shouts of the mercenary soldiers themselves.

A tattered battle flag was protected by a dozen Swadia soldiers, and it quickly floated over. The Swadians became even more fanatical when they saw the banner, and they tried to break through the shield as they cursed the cowering Barriya mercenaries.

Already mercenary soldiers let out screams, either stabbed in the thigh with spears or cut in the shoulders by swords. Fortunately, the mercenary soldiers were well trained, and they knew that even if they were wounded, they had to keep the formation tightly, and once there was a gap in the formation, the spearmen would have to fight separately, and the overall combat effectiveness would inevitably decrease.

The mercenary officer glanced back at the Salander infantry, who had moved to the right rear of the mercenary, which reassured the mercenary officer a little, and in a little while, the Salanders would come and clean up the damned Swadians. While he was thinking about it, the mercenary officer subconsciously flashed, bowed down, and a javelin grazed over his head with great force. The officer broke out in a cold sweat and took two steps back, shouting to encourage the soldiers to be braver.

At this time, he saw the leader of the Svadians jogging with two knights with swords.

"Coward! Are you scared? Standing beside the battle flag, the Swadiya shouted at the mercenary officer, "Do you dare to hide behind your shields? ”

The mercenary officers were amused, this tactic was invented by the Swadias, and if a defensive posture was a coward, there were few Swadia soldiers who had not been cowards. The officer knew that it was the Swadians who were provoking themselves. The mercenary officer was a veteran of the oil, and the chaotic shouting and scolding on the battlefield would not affect his plans at all: firmly hold the battle line, wait for the flank to attack, and once the flank is oppressed, no matter how brave the Svadians are, it will not help.

At this time, the Svadia officer did something that made the mercenary officer astonishing, the guy grabbed the flagpole from the flag bearer's hand, threw away the spear, and rode his horse and rushed over. The Swadia officer's actions aroused even more enthusiasm among the Swadia soldiers, who ran from side to side following the battle flag, the crowd like a ferocious snake, looking for a breakthrough.

The flag-bearer galloped left and right, observing the mercenary line, and finally, he found a breakthrough: the shield-bearer there had been wounded, and the shield had been cut by an axe.

"Crash out of there!" The officer ordered, and the response was a desperate blow from several soldiers, the wooden slag flew out of the shield, and the mercenary spearmen behind quickly stabbed the Swadians blocking in front of the shield, the Swadians were so dense that every blow could hit the target, but the fanatical Swadians did not retreat, they continued to bite this breakthrough, wanting to tear the mercenary defense in one fell swoop.

Eventually, the shield-bearer could not withstand the repeated blows, and after being stabbed twice, staggered away, his companions on either side of him quickly drew closer, ready to bridge the gap before the loss occurred.

But the Svadias did not give them this opportunity.

"Get out of the way!" The Swadia officer charged with his battle flag, and on the knight's path, the Swadia tacitly dodged a clearing. The officer reined in and raised the battle flag, and pierced the sharp end of the flagpole as the tip of a spear, piercing through the gap between the hapless shieldman's helmet and chain armor, piercing him through. The soldiers behind the shieldman tried to lift him up, but the Swadia knight's swift charge was completely unstoppable. The Swadia officer controlled the nervous horses and stirred in the mercenary lines, and when he saw the opportunity, he drew his battle flag and danced wildly through the crowd.

Following the officer, two Swadia knights burst through the gap, brandishing their swords to frighten the mercenary soldiers who tried to get closer. The gap grew wider and wider, and when the battle flag was seen, the Swadia infantry swarmed in, splitting the mercenaries in two.

Once again, the quality of the mercenary soldiers was verified: the two groups immediately formed two defensive units according to their numbers and positions.

But the Svadias did not give the mercenaries much time, and the superior Svadians, with their lives, quickly forced the mercenaries to retreat, and the mercenary soldiers suddenly heard a miserable cry in the Barriya accent: "The boss has run!" ”

The mercenary soldiers turned around and saw the mercenary officers gather a few soldiers and retreat, fleeing in the direction of Salander's infantry.

The morale of the mercenary soldiers, who had lost their leader, plummeted, and the mercenaries, who had been fighting with a business mentality, soon did what was taken for granted to them: retreat.

More than a hundred mercenaries were defeated, hoping to hide behind the Salander infantry, where they would be able to regroup and perhaps take revenge. They hurried to the Salanders, and the originally severed battle line was even more shattered, turning into a chaotic retreat.

Finally, pursued by Svadia, the mercenary's defeat turned into an escape. The mercenary soldiers were chased by the Swadians in groups and went straight to the Salander infantry, and the fog was thick, and the Salanders, who were making a roundabout, suddenly found that the mercenaries were fleeing in disarray, and the Swadians behind were in pursuit.

The rout became the weapons of the Swadiaans: these men, despite the warnings and scoldings of the Salanders, crossed the line of the Salanders, trying to run to the rear, and the Salanders became scattered and disorganized, and some of the soldiers stopped their advance, while others remained on the march, and a gap in the line immediately appeared. Officer Salander could not stop the hundreds of mercenaries who were desperate for their lives. While the Salanders were in disarray, the Swadians regrouped with astonishing discipline and tacit understanding, advancing in an awl-shaped formation. The leader of the Svadians keenly observed several weak points left by the mercenary rout, and led the soldiers to storm it.

The Salanders, who had been demoralized by the rout, were soon drawn into the battle by the Svadias. Behind the Swadias is the sea, and they can only see the hope of life in battle; And behind the Salanders were fortresses and riches, and they saw only danger and difficulties in battle.

Soon, the Salanders were also forced to retreat.

One person, two people, one team, two teams. Constantly Salander soldiers abandoned their comrades and fled with the mercenaries. Soldiers who were reluctant to flee were also forced to retreat by their teammates, and some non-commissioned officers tried to rally their soldiers to resist but were quickly overwhelmed by the Swadias.

In the end, the encirclement and suppression of 170 soldiers by more than 430 soldiers turned into a pursuit and killing of more than 400 people by more than 100 people.

"This may be a battle of sticks against spears! This may be a slingshot vs. crossbow contest! Maybe it's a rag vs. armor contest! But none of that matters, I just need to remember one thing: it's a contest between the winners and the losers! ”

The battle in the fog brought a faint ominous message.

The long-awaited Salander cavalry listened dumbfounded as the herald ordered to support the router.

"Are the infantry made of mud?" The captain of the cavalry wondered, and he gathered his soldiers, shouted and ran to the battlefield, wanting to see what was going on.

The cavalry who rushed to the battlefield couldn't help but be surprised, this situation was rare in life.