Perhaps it was Aaron's relaxed expression that infected Ustan that made him feel a little slackened and less nervous. He nodded at the Duke.

The Ranger in front of "Woo ——————————!!!!" suddenly blew his horn and ran from the front of the line to under Aaron's flag with a swallowtail flag held high.

"Enemy attack!" the ranger shouted loudly, waving the swallowtail flag of the black falcon in his hand: "A Misty Mountain army is rushing towards this side, more than a thousand!"

"Aha, it looks like they've spotted our rangers!" Aaron grinned and glanced at Ustan beside him with interest, "Can your soldiers fight on horseback?"

"These are the most elite veterans for as long as the battle requires—they are all warriors sent by Caesar to train the Highlands. Ustan looked up haughtily: "Please give the order." ”

"That's for the best. Aaron nodded, the long sword was pulled out of the saddle, and Jorah, who was holding the Roman flag high, immediately raised the banner high, and circled in the air, and the cavalrymen who had received the order stopped their horses, and the sound of neat sword drawing resounded.

"Brothers, the prey has been delivered to the door by itself, what are we waiting for?!" Aaron shouted in a confident tone, "Draw out your spear, raise your sword! Let them drink their blood today, let the guys in the Misty Mountains pay for their blood debts, and let them know our strength!"

The snow-bright silver sword was raised high above his head, drawing a circle in the air, and then slashed forward, and the force in his chest burst out angrily: "Follow me, set off————!!!!"

More than 300 knights rushed to the top of the hillside not far away like vipers crawling quickly in the snow—a gentle and raised slope that had been accumulated with snow for many years, and there was no better terrain for cavalry to charge at the enemy.

Aaron is still very young though. But having followed his father and the knight of Chola for many years, and having already had experience in several major battles, he knew very well how important it was for him to seize the high ground - the side that occupied the high ground was defensively from the top down, the bow and arrow could shoot farther, and the war horse could reduce the distance needed to charge, which was a great advantage!

There was no need for Aaron's special orders, and the knights and rangers who had been fighting with the Brenus family for many years naturally formed an inverted trapezoidal cavalry formation on the hillside, while the Roman veterans who came with them followed closely and cooperated with them. Sturdy highland horses stood all over the mountain, and the swallowtail flags that separated from the Roman flag in the center to the left and right were hunting in the cold wind.

Aaron rode on his warhorse. Looking down at the people of the Misty Mountains who were screaming and cursing at the foot of the mountain—they were barely clothed, their bare skin painted with strange blue or red patterns everywhere, their hair scattered and pretending to be mad, and wielding sticks with broken stones in their hands, and all sorts of iron swords or axes. Barefoot, he charged at the cavalry on the hillside, as if it were a gray cloud that wanted to swallow everything.

"A beast without reason, more like a pack of wolves. Yi Ge, who was sitting on the horse, twisted his waist a little uncomfortably, and the bow and arrow in his hand had already been put on: "Do you want me to put down the leader?"

"Thank you very much. Almost as soon as Aaron's words fell, Igo's arrow flew out, drawing a beautiful silver line in the air against his scalp. An arrow fell from the head of one of the Misty Mountain barbarians who rushed to the front, sliding down the hillside like gravel.

The arrow became a clarion call for the knights, neighing horses raised their hooves, and hundreds of horsemen galloped down the snowy slopes. The rumbling sound was like a landslide cracking the ground, and the flying snow carried up by the horse's hooves was almost like an avalanche, gradually rising into huge palms falling from the sky. Rush to the ground!

And the Misty Mountain barbarians who were running upwards continued to charge as if they hadn't seen anything. From above, a dark and collapsing snowy slope crashed together at a breakneck speed. The overwhelming force exploded with red light, and the sound of killing and screaming that resounded through the sky!

Almost before they could collide, the rangers had already raised their short javelins in their hands, roared and threw them at the enemy, and the strong inertia pierced the bodies of the barbarians of the Misty Mountains one by one, and the guys who were still screaming and cursing flew upside down from the hillside, bringing up a piece of blood, and the chest and abdomen stabbed by the "harpoon" were blurred with blood, lying on the ground and screaming, and then trampled into flesh by the compatriots who rushed up from behind!

The Rangers who threw their javelins did not draw their swords and prepare to charge like the hussars elsewhere. Instead, they quickly took another one from the saddle and threw it without looking at it! These fellows who have been hunting on the Arctic Ice Fields for many years are absolutely confident in their feel - they are sure that they can throw three javelins before they charge, and they have at least a two-in-two hit rate!

And the barbarians of the Misty Mountains, who had been brutally attacked with three rounds of javelins in a row, still did not hesitate for a minute, as if they were born without fear, and still roared and stabbed stone spears and iron swords at the enemy. On the flat snowfield, the two sides finally collided together, and the roars and collisions were like tomahawks chopping the earth, swinging down!

The barbarians of the Misty Mountain who looked fierce and incomparable, the dense fog gray was eroded in an instant! The thin flesh and blood body was knocked away by the war horse and then trampled into flesh. The loose formation was even less likely to be an opponent for a cavalry charge. The knights, dyed white by the splashed snowflakes, seemed to be wiping the white ground, wiping the roaring Misty Mountain barbarians off the ground one by one.

The overwhelming knights chased and killed the collapsed Misty Mountain barbarians like a wild beast, but Aaron inexplicably felt that something was wrong, but the situation in front of him did not allow him to think too much.

Who is controlling these Misty Mountain barbarians? And there are only a thousand or so here, where are the remaining enemies? Do they think they can defeat us with more than a thousand people?!

Aaron, who had suddenly calmed down, looked around - flat snow was a rarity in the Arctic Ice Sheet, and there were large forests everywhere, as if it was about to surround it!

"Assemble ——! re-array!!" Gritting his teeth, Aaron raised the long sword in his hand: "Move closer to me, stop the charge, and stop chasing those miscellaneous fish!"

The knight chief Jorah, who followed closely beside the duke, hurriedly sounded the trumpet, and the clear sound of the horn regathered the cavalry who had been scattered and slowly gathered around Aaron.

"What's going on?" Ustan rode back nervously, the long sword in his hand had collapsed, and his body was covered with blood, but fortunately it was all the enemy's: "Lord Duke?"

"Evacuate from here, don't chase after it!" The forest in front and the hillside in the back are too unfavorable for us!" Aaron wiped the sweat from his head: "In case this is an enemy ambush......"

Almost as if in response to his words, groups of barbarians from the Misty Mountains slowly walked out of the forest, more and more numerous, roaring arrogantly, and the rangers, who had almost an absolute advantage, instantly became the inferior side. More and more barbarians from the Misty Mountains came out of the forest, as if there were countless barbarian armies lurking in the endless forest!

"Duke. The knight of Chorah rode up to him and glanced at the hillside behind him: "Do you want to retreat, once you rush into the forest............"

"Of course I know, Uncle Jorah, that would be the end of it. Aaron smiled bitterly and looked at the nervous knights around him: "But we can't retreat, as soon as we start to retreat......, they will all pounce on us!" It can't be done at all. ”

As he spoke, Aaron gave him a deep look - of course he knew what Jorah meant, and although it was impossible to rush through them all, it would be easy to break out of the city if they were to fight separately. In that case, Aaron would surely survive unharmed, but at the cost of at least a third of these knights becoming substitutes!

It's like a group of people being chased by a bear, you don't need to run faster than the bear, you just need to be faster than the others - Aaron can't accept that these knights around him will die because of him. In that case, firstly, the prestige of the family would be shattered, and secondly, he himself would not be able to do such a shameless thing—Jorah thought so, because he put Aaron's life first in everything. But Aaron had more to consider.

"We are all subjects of the Empire, knights who fought for the Empire. If I bring you here, I will definitely bring you all back!" Aaron's solemn face swept the eyes that looked at him one by one: "Or, enjoy the glory of ascending to heaven with you and become a hero!"

"Lord Duke, someone is coming!" Ustan pointed to the other side in a calm voice, and a smile appeared on his nervous face: "If you enjoy the glory, you are not in a hurry for a while." ”

Sure enough, about a dozen people walked out of the surging crowd on the opposite side, holding in their hands something that looked like a flagpole, with a brown animal skin hanging on it, and a red symbol or something like that.

"I didn't expect that even the barbarians of the Misty Mountains would have messengers?" Aaron shook his head incredulously: "This is even more fresh than popping up a talking rabbit!"

"Anyway, I think the next step is the so-called negotiations...... Although I hate this, let's show some aristocratic demeanor!" Aaron suddenly laughed: "Maybe, there is also a nobleman on the other side!"

(Yesterday's rainstorm,There was a problem with the network cable.,I'm sorry.,Hurry up and resume the update today!)(To be continued......)