The view over the field is not good, and you can't see very far.

Scouts keep coming back to us to tell us that the Valans have routed the chaotic defenders at the gates; The Valanites repelled the Ryazan battalion; The Valans were intercepted by the cavalry of Dadonghu City; The Valans in the city set fire to Valankov.

After an hour, when the rain began to thin out, some of the men prepared half-cooked broth, and toasted half of the cold bread to warm it, and distributed it to the soldiers in baskets, row by row. These foods are very difficult to swallow, and I don't know if it's because they're unpalatable or because they're nervous. Many soldiers took off their helmets to catch the rain, then soaked bread in it and pounded it into a paste with small wooden sticks, so that it was easier to swallow.

A group of more than a dozen horsemen arrived at us, most of them under the Tywi Knights, but with a Valan officer on each side of two horses. A detachment of infantry immediately came forward to meet us, and the Valanite glanced up at our position, then closed his eyes and fell off his horse. The other was surprised and yelled, "Fuck! I'll tell the prince to be cautious, this is the camp? ”

The two Valans were helped by us to the back of the stake position, and by this time the sun in the sky had begun to tilt towards the west.

The billowing smoke coming out of Valankov can be seen clearly from us.

Before leaving, Giovanni had instructed me that the barracks could only be signaled if they were really firmly built on the banks of the river, and that if there was no camp, or even a less fortified one, it could not be sent to him.

I didn't honor what I promised Giovanni, and all I brought with him was a row of sharp stakes. But it's better than having the duchy trapped in Valankov.

One of the horsemen was shot in the back and legs, and they jumped off their horses. Walked to the edge of the position and was bandaged. Other knights were able to return to the battlefield with a few unoccupied horses each. The faces of these wounded cavalrymen were gloomy. They say that the Valans were entangled in a group of infantry from the small city of East Lake, and that the Valans defeated the council forces that tried to surround them one after another, and although victorious, their march was blocked. When the parliamentary army discovered that the Valans were trying to withdraw to us, they placed six hundred infantry between us and the Valans and took control of a high ground through which the Valans must pass.

An hour and a half later, the departing cavalry returned again, less than half as far as half of our knights, and on every horse except them sat Valans.

These people as soon as they arrived. They slipped off their horses, and they had little strength to speak, and when they were dragged behind the position, they were like dead men. If they had exhausted their strength on horseback, what would the Valan soldiers look like when they broke through on foot? The latest news was that the Valans had stormed the high ground and routed the six-hundred-strong defence, which seemed to have lost its heart, and instead of retreating to the other council forces, they were scattered in terror in all directions over the field. The Varan military is on the verge of collapse. He is still the fiercest fighter.

The third group of knights set out again.

Behind us were half-lying and half-seated Varan soldiers, two of whom had died from their injuries. As soon as the Valans hit their heads, they fell into a comatose slumber, their hair sticking to their faces with mud and rain. But none of this can wake them up, and after extreme fatigue and hunger, they just want to get a good night's sleep. Of course, it is also possible to be hungry for a long time. It was already impossible for them to withstand such a dense battle in one day.

The number of round-trips of the cavalry was noticeably faster. They said that the pursuing army of the parliament had stopped the pursuit. Around the camp, all the council armies were completing their final build-up. Together with the vanguard, they will prepare to annihilate Varykov's rebellion and the unscrupulous Church army.

An hour later, the first group of Valan soldiers, mostly abandoned in rags, helmets and weapons, arrived at our position. When these men saw us, they let out a sigh of frustration and despair, and then our soldiers led them through the middle passage to the high ground behind the position. After this, groups of Valan soldiers continued to arrive, their formation had collapsed, and after there were no pursuers, the Valan soldiers scrambled to break up into small groups and run in our direction. A cavalry of council soldiers was slaughtering the lone Valan soldiers, who were routed by Tyvi shortly after. This council soldier recruited more parliamentary cavalry, and the Valan soldiers who abandoned the formation suffered a big loss, more than a hundred were killed at the last moment, and the same number of Valan soldiers lost their direction and were driven into the swampy plains by the parliamentary cavalry, what would happen to these people was already doomed.

Giovanni's arrival caused a cheer from the Valan soldiers.

Prince Valan looked like a bloody man, the wound on his leg extended from the thigh to the knee, he could not dismount himself, and with the help of several Valan soldiers, he was carried behind us. He was accompanied by more than 300 dejected Varan soldiers, most of whom had lost their helmets and shields, and some had even thrown off their boots and were bloodied barefoot in the rubble-strewn mud. They didn't have a full bow, they didn't have a sword without a notch, they didn't have a single banner that wasn't broken.

When the Prince of Valan arrived, he arrived at two larger Valan armies, one with more than 200 men, the other with more than 120 men, and the rest of the people were scattered squads, either 20 or 30 people, and these people threw away everything they could discard as they fled for their lives. Time and again, Prince Valan's cavalry launched a frenzied attack on the pursuing cavalry, attacking the nobles who commanded the soldiers at any cost, and they succeeded in killing two boyars and a baron, and finally annihilated them all under the siege of the Burke mercenaries in the city of Little East Lake. One of the Berks captain was also killed by the Valan cavalry, which made the Berks hate the Valans so much that they did not leave a single prisoner, not even a living horse, and they vowed to clean the ashes of the Valan cavalry as well.

More than 700 varan soldiers and armed civilians arrived at our positions, and when they arrived, fewer than 300 were able to stand up.

The rain began to increase in the sky.

There are only a thousand of us. Half of them are extremely tired, and the other half will not fight. We have plenty of rest in front of us. The soldiers who besieged the city for many months, and these soldiers had sufficient physical strength. Filled with hatred for the defenders of the city, he may only want revenge at this time.

Once again, the Knight of Tyvi sent messengers in the direction of the parliamentary army to tell them to withdraw, "Tell Kalinin that Varankov is in his hands and that the senseless bloodshed should stop." ”

We waited for two hours, not for the messenger, but for a dull and roaring cry in the distance.

Everyone squinted in the rain. Looking at the movement at the junction of heaven and earth in the distance.

A quarter of an hour, another quarter of an hour.

Even through the rain, you can see the movement clearly.

The rain gradually stopped, but the sun seemed to have been drenched in the rain for too long, and it was glowing dimly behind us. The air was damp and dreary, as if there were still unfinished raindrops in the clouds, and the wind after the rain shook the rain-soaked weeds on the plains, and every blade of grass swayed, so that the rain on the leaves returned to the earth. The thunder in the clouds is a sign of bad weather that will return again soon. Every cloud has a silver edge. But when I squint. I found the literal meaning of the phrase: a silver crowd was shouting and rushing to our poor position, it was the high-spirited council soldiers in full formation, numbering more than four thousand, or even five thousand. At this time, I just want to defeat us all in one blow. And where did Kalinin replenish so many soldiers from? I think in their hearts, they are only separated from victory. As long as you gently pull it away, you can pull out your sword and start killing.

"Victor!" Someone was shouting at me.

When I looked up. The discovery was Lothar. "I'm in line! My lord! ”

"Prince Valan is looking for you!"

Lothar found a standing Valan archer and put him in my place.

After I was replaced by Lothar. Walk to the high ground.

Giovanni was lying in a shed made of animal skins, blood running from his thighs, and a fire was burning beside him, and it was as dying as he was. Joey sat next to Giovanni, sharpening a sword in rough leather.

"Little loach" Giovanni said weakly when he saw me, "what the is this barracks"

"I can only find this place, which is better than the Valankow soldiers trapped in Valankov."

"I know, I know." He blinked slowly, "'''Thank you''''"

"That's what you're talking about when you came to me? Kalinin is about to come over and cut off your head. ”

"If I die'''"

"Don't be stupid!"

"'Designate Joey '' as my heir, and after my death, if you go with him to Creel, you will be the next ''' ”

Tears welled up in Joey's eyes, and he walked out of the shed and walked to the entrance of the passage with more than thirty Valan soldiers, thickening Lothar's defenses.

"No, it won't." I replied to him, "But I will always be a soldier of the principality." ”

Giovanni nodded, sighed and closed his eyes.

For a moment, I really thought he was dead, but when a doctor pinched out a fragment of an arrow from his arm with pliers, Giovanni let out a roar of pain.

I turned back to the archers' positions. The Duchy of Valan already has an heir, which is good, if Giovanni dies and the Valans fall apart, that would be the most tragic.

The distant sight tightened my abdomen: the silver-gray army had arrived like a tidal wave close to us.

The Burke mercenaries were at the forefront.

Their outfits were beautiful, their armor shiny with the emblem of the Berk's two-headed bird, and their clothes were adorned with strips of red cloth. This makes them look uniform, like a blood-stained wheat field standing densely at the front. They had gone through a forced march and were now out of breath, but behind them, the boyars urged them to move on. The Vekia officers around me were also screaming as hard as they could, telling all the soldiers to stand their ground and not panic. The Burkes were getting closer and closer, and they could almost see the faces of the people who were walking in front. Beside me, a longbowman glanced back at the soldier behind him, and was insulted by the officer.

I watched intently at the Burkes who were coming to a halt in front of me.

The rays of the setting sun shot at the Burkes. A faint glow reflected off their helmets. They stopped and shot arrows at us.

When at sea. When I was facing the sunset, I could barely see anything. These Burkes now estimate that their eyesight will also be affected. They can only shoot according to the general direction. Soon, a feeble rain of arrows landed in front of our position, which provoked a burst of ridicule from the Oak Knights.

The Burkes, judging by where the arrows had landed, had gone too far, began to walk towards us in a haphazard manner, some boyars urging them to move faster.

Soon, hordes of Burks walked past the stones left behind by the Oak Knights as markers, and once the Burks had walked past the stone piles, they were in range.

"Take the arrow!"

In front of each team of archers, there is a Wikibian officer in thick armor. This officer is responsible for supervising all the archers to unleash their arrows in unison in order to create a more powerful and lethal attack.

The archers around me took arrows from the clusters of arrows stuck in the earth under their feet and placed them on the bowstrings.

The Burks are still crowding forward, and I reckon anyone who can pull the bow apart will be able to shoot a Burke by now. When I looked up, I saw the reason for the crowding of the Burks: many boyars in thick armor were driving them behind the Berks, and even some impatient parliamentary infantrymen passed past the Berks with their swords raised, as if trying to rush ahead.

Boyar must be crazy.

"Full bow!"

The order came.

All the archers bent their bows together, as if a gust of wind had bent the endless wheat fields in the field.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The archers loosened their taut bowstrings. The locust-like arrows trembled into the sky, and after a strong arc, they steadily penetrated into the ranks of the Burkes. The rain of arrows didn't seem to have affected the Burkes, who were still following the trajectory they had just followed. But when I took the arrow for the second time. I saw a terrible commotion among the Berkes, and many of them stopped drawing their bows or moving forward, and looked at the arrows with puzzled expressions. Fell to the ground and struggled to die. The first intensive shooting brought a dozen Burks to the ground. The Burkes retreated. As the Burks were about to retreat to safety, a second rain of arrows poured down. More Burks were shot to the ground. A few of the enraged Burke's crossbowmen drew their marching hammers, rushed madly in front of the stakes, nimbly drilled into them, and were instantly slashed to the ground by the seemingly motionless Wekian hoplites.

After a few waves of firing, I noticed that the Burks on the ground were overlapping, and I expected that the council army was about to launch a charge. We had a small advantage at the beginning, and we shot and wounded sixty or seventy Burkes, which was a big blow to them. But a few minutes later, something laughable and laughable happened, the Berks who wanted to withdraw from the battlefield were driven back to the battlefield by the knights of the Parliament, and the cavalry of the boyars recklessly wanted to cross the Burks and attack us directly, and in order to clear the way, the boyars even began to trample the Berks.

The enemy in front of us was a mess, densely packed into a small field. When they came to the front of the formation, they were stopped by the stakes, and only a few knights could pass through the stakes, and then faced the oak knights and heavy infantry standing in order.

I discharged twelve arrows in a row at my feet, and then I was replaced by the reserve archers behind me. I retreated to the back of the formation and rested for a while, then walked to the front of the formation again and once again ran out of arrows.

Every archer was suppressing the excitement of the comparison.

"I shot two."

"There was a knight who I shot off his horse."

"Damn, I definitely shot the big knight, I swear, he could be Kalinin."

"You mean the one with the thick sparkle? It was a boyar of Ryazan Fort. But that's what I shot! ”

I shot two people myself, probably killing one, and I don't know if I saw the man in the neck I shot through, but the hapless guy fell to the ground and was trampled by a group of angry parliamentary infantry, and I don't know if it counts as if I shot him or not.

I bent my arrows again and again, and my fingers were bleeding and aching. It's good to have a little pain. At least the fingers are still there. The boyars were already shouting for a bounty, and they spoke. If you catch a farmer archer, you will immediately chop off their fingers. One finger for the same weight of gold.

As night fell, the Parliamentary troops continued to charge again and again. On several occasions, people around us suddenly shouted "Lothar is dead" and "Angel Knight Tyvi is dead", but they were quickly yelled at by the officers. The heavy infantry in front was undoubtedly the most tormented, and the fighting there continued all night.

Finally, the horn of the council soldiers' attack became a whimper.

They attacked a few more times during the night, but instead of a crowded charge, they sent the people and some archers from the countryside to rush at us. Tried to dismantle our damn spikes and was routed by us.

The night was spent in the smell of sweat and extreme fatigue.

In a trance, I saw a girl across the courtyard from me, the courtyard was full of summer flowers, the dark yellow stone walls were dazzlingly bright, the girl's windowsill was decorated with the most beautiful decorations, and her eyes were as gentle as the water of the well in the castle.

I recognize who it is.

Mysella, the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Victor." Mysera called to me from afar.

I woke up, I was asleep standing up, and someone was calling me.

"Victor? Victor? "A Wikibian next to me called me a few times." Wake up. Look there, see what we've done. ”

The morning breeze brought a pale blue dawn, and I saw almost the corpses of the whole world before my eyes.

More than 700 people were shot dead and lay on the ground silently; More than four hundred people were abandoned on the battlefield. On one’s last legs; In front of the stake position, almost every row of stakes was filled with dead people.

The soldiers of the council lost more than a thousand men, Burke mercenaries and village archers in one night.

But the well-armored boyar soldiers and parliamentary soldiers did not see it. The princes are using the bad cards in their hands to consume us. Their elites: the heavy infantry of Xiaodonghu City, the cavalry of Ryazan Fort, the boyar infantry regiment, and the elite spearmen of Dadonghu City, these people did not appear in those dead people. Even, I didn't see Kalinin's Valan regiment.

We won. But the situation is even worse: now all the people, including the Valans, are exhausted, and our sharp stakes are full of dead men, and if the parliamentary army charges them in a concentrated manner, they can crawl directly over them, and we will have to engage them in close combat. Many of the council soldiers braved the rain of arrows and repeatedly chopped our sharp stakes with their axes, which damaged our positions.

The first wave of attacks is about to begin this morning, and I can already hear the trumpet. I don't know who will come and give us the harshest blow. If we lose this battle, then we will inevitably become the target of slaughter by the elite soldiers of the other side when we are physically exhausted; If we win, then our horrific killings will also make the parliamentary nobles pause their attack, and we will have a chance to negotiate with the council.

The field was foggy, and soldiers gradually came out of the fog, their swaying flags and the neighing of their horses announcing their arrival.

Once again, we put our hands on the bowstring tiredly, my fingers were bloody and bloody, and the Wikibian next to me gave me a horn wrench, but it didn't help.

Knock, knock, knock"

It's "

The song is "

This is the song of the Valanians.

On the opposite side came the Valan regiment of Kalinin.

Those figures who were once brothers and compatriots slowly emerged from the fog at this time.

There was a commotion behind me, and I and the people around me were looking back: behind us, every remaining Valan soldier stood up, with bandages on their heads, arrow sores on their bodies, and scabbards or spears, and the Valan soldiers stood up when they heard the song.

Then, the Varan soldiers began to respond to their compatriots. The Valans sing this song when a warrior dies. At this moment, not a single Valan soldier has died, but it will not be long before the Valans will sacrifice their lives and the earth will be filled with the blood of the Valans. The Valan soldiers passed by us, and even Giovanni barely stood up, his flag bearer holding the long flag of the Duchy of Valan. The Valans walked to the first row in front of the position, and we retreated, leaving room for the Valan soldiers.

The first rays of light in the morning fell on the shoulders of the Valans.

The compatriots who should have been close met on the cold battlefield.

There was a hissing of singing in the throat of every Valan, singing a spiritual song for themselves'''

The wind blows in my chest, and a spring flows from my mouth;

It was raining in my hut, and my bed was covered with moss;

There was fire burning in my eyes, and my tongue was spitting out the trees;

My hearth is full of embers, and my blade is covered in blood scabs...

Kalinin's Valan regiment launched a charge.