It's not a few peasants with rudimentary weapons that can be called soldiers.

It's not that if you put on armor, you can call it elite.

Moreover, there is also a qualitative gap between ordnance and ordnance.

The infantry regiment now stationed on Tacoma is a recuperating soldier who has 'retired' from previous wars.

They are all elite soldiers who have survived on the battlefield, and although they have not trained as hard as their newly recruited comrades, they are not the militia that has been temporarily assembled.

But the execution of a military formation is no longer comparable to the other party.

More than a hundred armored infantry were divided into five rows, the first two rows were shield men, and then the last three rows were spearmen.

The enemy's army gathered in front of the entrance to the harbor and swarmed up.

On the top of the tower, Schwarneau looked down at the battle ahead from the balcony, he watched his more than 2,000 people gather and rush up, and then laughed: "Hardy is really the one who blows it out, and my distant niece is not a smart commander, and she wants to fight us with less than four hundred people!" ”

There was a lot of praise all around.

"Maybe we can get Hardy captured, force him to bow down, give us this Tacoma, and give him a large ransom before leaving."

He didn't say he was going to kill Hadi, because the latter was the real big noble, not the big businessmen and the so-called 'little nobles'.

Regardless of Hadi's ability, as a great nobleman, if he dies, he will face the common hatred of other nobles and lords.

You can take Hardy and even imprison him for a long time.

Release him until the amount of the ransom is agreed upon, but you can't kill him, this is the unspoken rule of the Arroba region.

Whoever commits this is the common enemy of the other lords.

Even Hardy didn't do anything about it.

Schwarneau looked at the battlefield in front of him very vigorously at this time, and in the imagination of these people, the small number of soldiers on the other side would definitely collapse in an instant in the face of this offensive like a sea tide.

But to their surprise, after the two sides engaged, the front-line armored infantry showed no sign of retreating.

On the contrary, the militiamen who rushed up like a tide were like waves hitting a hard reef, and they were casually 'crushed'.

And the hard reef was still slowly advancing, and they walked slowly on the corpses of their enemies.

With every step, dozens of people fell.

They were stunned at once.

After the waves crashed against the big reef a few times, they retreated.

Pull back hard.

No one dared to step forward anymore.

And at this time, the infantry regiment suddenly spread out to both sides, leaving a wide passage.

The cavalry, which had been slowly following in the rear, moved.

They ran through the aisle in the middle of the infantry, accelerating at the same time.

This time instead of mounted guns, they used half-handed swords.

It was already terrible for more than a hundred mounted cavalry to charge at the same time.

The militiamen, who had already been timid, had already been frightened, and when they saw the earth rumbling and shaking, and the horses with tall horses were charging over, they were all so frightened that their buttocks were urinating, and they ran backwards with all their might, and they were so desperate that they could not have two more legs.

Seeing the enemy scattering and fleeing, the leading cavalry raised his left hand and made a gesture.

Soon the cavalry also separated and began to hunt valuable targets among the enemy.

For example, those enemies in armor.

Although there were only a hundred cavalry, and the enemy even had about a thousand, these hundred cavalry charged back and forth in the enemy group...... They didn't care about the ragged militiamen, but if these people stood in their way, they would not show mercy and run over them with iron hooves.

Occasionally, someone would go crazy and fight back, whether it was a spear or a sword, only to leave a shallow scratch on their armor or waistcoat.

The gap in equipment between the two sides is too great.

By this time the infantry regiment had retreated to the entrance and was guarding here to prevent anyone from escaping.

Soon, the collapsed militia began to throw away their weapons and surrender.

Schwarneau stood on the balcony, stunned at the scene.

He didn't expect that the army gathered by himself and others would be defeated in such a short time.

His eyes were red and he looked at the people around him.

The others were also frightened, but there was still a slight expectation in the eyes of Schvanow.

Hopefully, he will find a way out of this predicament.

Schwanoh looked down, and then at the 'partners' around him, his lips trembled, and he quickly held back a sentence: "Everyone, each is well." ”

With that, he hurried downstairs.

I want to escape by boat while the enemy army has not yet killed this place.

He walked very fast, followed by several private soldiers, and someone chased him and shouted and cursed him.

"Schwano, you shit, didn't you say that Hardy is a vase, just a little white face?"

"Didn't you say we could take this place?"

"Schwanaugh, you speak."

Schwarneau turned a deaf ear to these words and walked faster and faster.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The tower, itself a converted lighthouse, was next to the dockyard, and he soon took his private soldiers aboard.

As a prudent person, he naturally has a way out.

As soon as he got on board, he urged the sailors: "Hurry! Hurry up and sail. ”

The cable was untied and the sails were opened.

The big ship is slowly leaving the dock.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief at this point, feeling that his life was secured.

As for wives and children...... He couldn't take care of it anymore.

As long as he stays alive, as long as he has money, he can also form a new family if he goes to another country.

Moreover, as a maritime merchant, he had lovers and illegitimate children in several foreign ports.

Just find a righting that pleases the eye and your heart.

The ship had already left the port more than 20 meters.

At this distance, it is impossible for those cavalry to 'jump' up.

Schwarneau looked up and saw that his distant niece, Gui Vernier, was also watching him on the cliff high up.

Although he had been defeated and fled, he couldn't help but laugh happily.

There is some sarcasm.

It's just that at this time, on the high ground of the harbor, a wave of rockets suddenly fired.

Although there were not many arrows, only fifty, only twenty or thirty of them landed on his ship.

About half of them, shot the sails of the big ship.

These large sails made of linen cloth gradually began to burn.

The sailors screamed and sought water to extinguish the flames.

But it didn't work...... Before they could get the water out of the cargo hold, the second wave of rockets had already arrived.

A whooshing sound came, and the three large sails burned wildly.

Seeing the situation clearly, the sailors jumped directly into the sea, and they knew that the fire could not be saved.

But Schwarnow, who could not swim, was about to have someone take him ashore, and when he looked left and right, he found that his own soldiers had already fled.

I was left alone, standing alone on the deck.

At this time, the fire is getting bigger and bigger.

Through the twisted air currents, he saw Guivernier on the cliff, her face as cold as ice.

"So my dream was just a joke!"

Schwanor leaped and fell into the icy waters. (End of chapter)