Chapter 47: Fierce Battle

Wikians are already hard to maintain. ()

Rao is so, and the father is still amazed at the tenacity of the Wikibians. Under the suppression of Svadia's superior forces, the Vecchians were still able to maintain a basic formation, and did not lose to the Svadians in momentum in the slightest.

The onslaught of the Third Regiment had already decided the rout of the Wikibians, who were now preparing for a last-ditch effort, and were already vaguely retreating into the woods to the west.

During the charge, his father rode the wind with his sword, and at first he saw You by his side, but soon after Yu disappeared, leaving only a servant firmly following him. At that time, Lagrange had already led hundreds of soldiers into the Vicchian army. In front, the sound of two bursts of biting each other came sharply, and the sound of armor crashing and shouting of killing was endless, and people died every minute.

Under the congestion of the infantry, the cavalry could not be deployed, and the father led a few soldiers to begin to bypass the infantry, keeping an eye on the line of the Vecchians. Soon, one or two groups of more than a dozen Wikibians were cut out of their array, and my father immediately led his soldiers to cut off their attempts to return to their camp. The infantry scattered by the cavalry were miserable, desperate to escape the killing, but unable to change their fate, and after a group of Swadian infantry swarmed up, the Wikibians disappeared into the flood of people.

Soon after, my father heard the sound of trombones in the distance, and my father knew that the men of the 1st and 2nd regiments were also moving. Later, my father learned that only the people of the first regiment launched a charge immediately after seeing the men of the third regiment charge, and the people of the second regiment chose to maneuver westward, hoping to completely surround the Wikibians in order to expand the results of the battle, and if the people of the second regiment really succeeded, then today's battle would have become a war of annihilation.

However, the Vekians on the battlefield were quick to report the Swadians' intentions to their generals, and from that point on, the Vecchians began to retreat, and they were no longer able to sustain themselves anyway.

In order to better retreat westward, the Wikibians began to shrink their front, suppressing the 3rd Regiment with all their strength southward. From that moment on, my father felt the horror of the soldiers around him--- attacking the side and being confronted head-on were completely different things. If the Wikibians around him kill and wound one, three more will pour out, and the father looks around, and it seems that they are all Wikibians.

Some of the Vecchian non-commissioned officers shouted their language and shouted at their soldiers to do their best to repel the Swadian 3rd Regiment.

My father saw a Swadian soldier with a spear pierced through his chest but unable to get through the dense crowd, and he was squeezed around, waiting for the crowd to disperse a little before he fell to the ground and was trampled into pulp.

When the father waved his sword in the air to tell the surrounding soldiers about the movements of the Wikis, the father seemed to see Lagrange--- the unlucky guy was pushed to the forefront, and now he could only yell and encourage the courage of the soldiers around him, but after a while Lagrange was obscured, and his father could not see his exact location, so he could only pray that he was okay.

At this time, my father's team showed the disadvantage of not having trained for a long time and lacking actual combat experience, and they did not follow my father closely. But now he could not think of so much, and his father withdrew from the crowded soldiers, and joined the cavalry that rode all the way behind the infantry, and the cavalry commanders saw their father join in, and brought him a spear for the charge.

The cavalry were led by a squad leader, and through the armor, my father recognized it as the captain who had questioned Lagrange when he was attacked on the riverbank. The fat guy also recognized his father, and he laughed twice: "Happy, Arcadio hasn't been so happy for a long time, Lagrange is really a hero, I didn't expect him to dare to lead the charge"

With that, the man motioned to the surrounding cavalry to put up their shields, and then ran towards the edge of the Vecchian soldiers. They soon saw where they were needed--- a force of more than one hundred and fifty Vecchian soldiers prepared to use their numerical superiority to surround a group of Swadia soldiers.

The cavalry did not hesitate and immediately charged. The twenty or so knights and their guards began to rein in their horses and slowly accelerated, and by the time they were approaching the Vecchian soldiers, their speed had reached a respectable level, when the cavalry leveled their spears and charged towards the Vecchian soldiers like a row of fangs of death.

The Vecchian soldiers on the periphery reacted by shrinking inward when they saw the Swadian cavalry trying to charge on their own, and some tried to hold their special spears diagonally to block the cavalry before they could regain it. But they were still a step too late, and my father and the cavalry around him had already rushed to him in the next moment, and my father saw a few Vikia soldiers rushing over, and after a rapid advance, my father felt a shock in his entire arm and armpits, and then heard the sound of a spear cracking.

Father's mount knocked down two or three soldiers, and the front half of the spear shattered a soldier's back: father saw scraps of wood and the soldier's bloody armor flowing out of a wound in his back. The soldier turned his back to his father, apparently trying to turn back and dodge as he rushed to him, but was pierced through. The soldier knelt down, like a puppet with a broken line, and fell to the ground and died.

Several Vecchian soldiers rushed towards them with their spears, startling their father's mount to stand on its high hind legs. The father turned his horse's head and waited for an opportunity to disengage with the Wecchian infantry. A brave Wikibian soldier grabbed his father's mantle, and with the other hand he was about to cut it off, and his father slashed the hand that was dragging the cloak with his backhand.

The frightened horses began to fold and run away. Before the poor beast could escape, he was stopped by two Vekians, one of whom bowed and severed the horse's leg, and the father shook off the stirrup the moment the horse fell to the ground, crossed the horse's head, and fell to the ground.

Instinctively, my father reflexively blocked a heavy hammer with his shield, and he didn't see the face of the man who wielded the hammer clearly, so he received a second blow.

His father's arm with his shield ached, and he swung it with his sword. At the moment when he forced the surrounding Vecchians back, he saw the situation around him clearly: the Vekian soldiers who had gathered here had been scattered and were entangled with the Swadia soldiers. Unfortunately, a dozen or so Wikibians around his father were staring at him.

Father glanced behind him, and not far away a group of Swadian soldiers were approaching. The father covered his upper body with his shield and retreated as low as he could, the Vykia soldier wielding a sledgehammer had fought to the point of madness: the lower half of his face under the helmet was red with excitement; The sausage-like beard was stained with saliva and blood; And his hammer was dripping with slurry--- I don't know how many Swadian heads he had crushed.

The man swung it with a sledgehammer, and his father held the shield to block it, but he was smashed to his knees. When his father tried to stand up, he was hit by a sledgehammer on the edge of the shield and his left shoulder, which made him almost incapacitated. The shield was knocked out of his hand, and his father stuck his sword in the ground and barely regained his balance.

The sledgehammer was raised again, and the father raised his head in a trance, and the edge of the hammer seemed to be a little blurry against the background of the dazzling sky, and the shouting and killing around him suddenly stopped. My father instinctively jumped to the left the moment the sledgehammer hit the ground, and the sledgehammer hit the ground. One more attack, and my father will die here.

At this time, my father heard a voice, "Sam has come to the dog thing"

The Vekia soldiers, who had been poking their spears around them, raised their spears and went against the newcomers. The man with the sledgehammer was also temporarily obscured by several soldiers. Through the gap in the crowd, Sam rushed over with a few Swadian soldiers with red ribbons tied around their heads, and soon his father felt his hands grasp the shoulder pads of his armor and pull himself between the countless legs.

A hand patted his father's face, "You're still alive!", my father recognized it, this was the cavalry captain who led the charge just now, he saw his father fall off his horse and led dozens of soldiers to rush here, "It seems that I am not late, can you still stand up?" ”

"Okay" The father stood up, and in addition to the pain in his left shoulder, the father felt that he could still fight.

"There are more and more Wikians in the dog, they must be turning south, otherwise we wouldn't have so many Wikibians here," the knight cursed, then turned and got on his horse, and went to order a group of stunned soldiers to replenish the side.

The cavalry's charge had temporarily contained the siege of Vikia, but as more Vekia soldiers pressed south, the 3rd Regiment could end up surrounded on three sides at any time.

A bloodied servant brought a horse to his father, "My lord, get on my horse." ”

"Where's my servant?"

"Dead, over there, disemboweled."

Father's stomach rolled for a while, and he remembered this young man he had brought with him from the White Dove Valley, who was honest and blushed when he saw a woman, and his father knew that he liked the blacksmith's daughter, so he didn't like Yu. However, he admired You's craftsmanship, and every time You set off fireworks, the young man would put his sickle and straw hat together, and then stare at the sky happily.

"Although Yu's magic may have been taught by the devil, it is so beautiful, sir," the young man often said to his father.

When my father left the Valley of the White Dove, my grandfather personally chose this man to be my father's servant. Now he's dead?

The father frowned, then got on the horse, "What are you going to do?" ”

"My lord, my young master is also dead, and I don't need to ride a horse to accompany him now. I just want to kill a few more Wikibians, and then take the young master's body home to see the master. The heartbroken Hucong drew his short sword, then picked up a Wikibian shield from the ground and joined the group of spearmen like a normal soldier.

Father looked up and couldn't help but be horrified, there were more and more Wikibians, it seemed that they really planned to crush the 3rd Regiment to the south, and then retreat westward.

Hundreds of people fell to the ground, dead or wounded, but the fighting continued.

The Svadia soldiers couldn't resist anymore and began to slowly retreat, and several captains wielding long swords to inspire the soldiers to no avail. There are so many Wikiians that every Swadian soldier in this area now has to face a siege by several Wiki soldiers.

One by one, the soldiers fell to the ground, some with slashed thighs and some with their fingers smashed.

When a Swadia soldier saw his father and was about to come to cover him, he was pierced in the neck with a javelin, and the soldier coughed up a clot of blood and died in front of his father's horse. His father walked around him, and then saw that the servant who had given up his horse to him had been cut to the ground, and his father rode his horse away from the Wikibians, then sideways the horses to repel any Wikibian soldiers who tried to get closer. But even with this, the father couldn't stop a Vekia axe soldier from smashing the slave's neck with a loud scream, and the axe man yelled defiantly with each chop. The father slashed the axeman with his sword, and the fellow screamed in pain, and then the father swung his sword and cut off his helmet, and cut off a large chunk of his scalp and ears.

The axeman clutched his head in agony, and his father rode over, and the sharp horseshoe pierced the fellow's belly like a dinner knife cutting through butter.

One of the flag bearers had been shot through the head, and his father went over to pick up his flag, trotting all the way and digging the sharp end of the flag into the crowd of the Vikian soldiers, and he heard someone scream.

"Did the Wikibians grow from the ground in the ground? Take your pants off, Master Sam is going to kick you," Sam growled. Seeing that Sam and several of the soldiers around him were about to be encircled, Father went over and lured them out, and after merging the twenty or so light infantry armed with short swords and shields behind him, Father led them into contact with the Vecchians again.

In an elevated place, my father flashed by and saw that the Wikibians were still pouring in.

More than a thousand soldiers may be a number to some adults, but on a battlefield, for a soldier, it is almost the enemy of the whole world

The Wikibians broke through the line of soldiers on the left, and the soldiers on the right were unable to support it--- and the Wikibians were reaching a point where they could not sustain themselves, and they were desperate to crush the enemy from the south and retreat.

The screams of the Wikibians were close to their ears, the stench in their mouths seemed to be audible, Sam had been knocked down, and the group of soldiers had been surrounded by the Wikidians.

"Is it all over?" thought my father.

At this time, the earth began to tremble, and the horror of the Wikibians came from afar, and they all looked back at the situation in the distance, their faces full of despair.

Prince Fiderick's cavalry regiment arrived.