Act 217 Battle on the River (1)

Scene 217 Battle of the River Bank (1)

"In the name of mercy, I give you a chance to lay down your arms and surrender!" The knight held a flag and shouted to the people below from a higher ground.

"Go back and take me to say hello to your lord." Hank pulled out his sword, raised his head and shouted to the other party.

The knight shook his head, as if he had expected this, and the figure on horseback disappeared from the high ground. "Why don't you surrender?" Hadesh couldn't help but ask.

"Did you only learn to surrender under Grudin?" The older scout turned back and glanced at him with his gray-brown eyes.

Hadesh was speechless. He didn't know the identity of the old man who was talking to him. He should be one of the young lord's men - I heard he was also a mercenary, and he was the first group of people to follow him. It seems that they are one of those people from the 'Red Copper Dragon'. However, Hadesh was a little distrustful of this statement. In his opinion, this old man looked like the most professional soldier. He was the first to discover the movement of Denel's army in the forest a few days ago and led them. Escaped.

Speaking of which, the knight Pallas on the opposite side is indeed well-deserved. He dared to use mountain people as the vanguard in the attack that day. The mountain people are good at fighting in the forest. It is said that when they march in the forest, they move like migrating deer-meaning unless they are... Experienced 'hunters', otherwise it will be difficult to spot them.

Hadesh already knew that this sentence was not an exaggeration. There were all experienced veterans in the outpost that day, but no one noticed the movement in the forest. Except for the old man in front of him, Hadesh couldn't help but look at him, thinking that if this old guy was a scout, he must be the best.

But the old man didn't take it seriously and knocked on his chest with his hand: "Stand up your chest, young man. There is nothing to be afraid of. Abandoning people like Grudin is the most correct choice in your life. Now you are a real Now that you are a warrior, you must show me the courage of a warrior——"

There was a burst of laughter from the scouts, but fortunately they could still laugh at this time. The mountain people arrived first and dragged them in the forest until today, they finally fell into a circle surrounded by several knights of Count Jean Denel. .

Hadesh blushed a little. In fact, he knew that he had made a mistake, even though he was forced to surrender to the young lord. But Count Jean Denel will still regard him as a traitor. Others can surrender, but he has no choice. Speaking of which, he was originally a brave man, but his original firm will gradually wore away under Grudin's hands.

He took a breath, and his mind hardened like a sword in his hand.

The older scout was scolding the others: "Why are you laughing?

Get ready for battle——"

More than twenty riders faced each direction. The new recruits would have turned pale and helpless from fear in such a desperate situation, but these knights looked calm, breathing evenly, and their whole bodies were tense, as dangerous as wild beasts looking for opportunities to break out in difficult situations.

"Pay attention to the direction of the opponent's attack and look for opportunities to break out." The old man's sharp eyes patrolled the surroundings of the forest like an alert beast, and he issued orders in a low voice to this group of his temporary subordinates.

There was a sharp sound in the cold air, and Hadesh felt a rider beside him fall off his horse. He quickly grabbed the guy and fixed him on the horse. After the sound of arrows, the feathered arrows in the forest came like locusts, and their ears were filled with whistling sounds.

Hadesh was distracted when an arrow shot towards his face. But there was already a knight beside him who drew his sword and flew away the arrow, and there was a banging sound in the scout team. If the infantry were privately recruited by the nobles, they would have collapsed in such an environment. They would either stay in place in fear, or run around aimlessly. But all the scouts, including Hadesh, immediately felt that the shooting on the left and right sides was relatively thin.

Hank whistled, and he and his horse circled in the middle of the group, pointing his sword. The riders understood this, and without too much commotion or collision, the twenty-odd people and the horses made a beautiful turn on the spot and went straight to the right.

On the high ground, Knight Wilson felt chilled in his heart. According to the intelligence, it was a group of rebels who killed Grudin and occupied Fir City, but looking at the quality of the scouts below, how did they look like rebels? Even the most prominent regular armies in the kingdom do not have this quality. He just hoped that this was just a chance encounter for him. He immediately ordered his attendants to pass the order for the knights to attack. The archers on both sides would definitely not be able to block the impact of those guys. Although the order was passed on, Wilson felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.

The first thing to emerge from the forest was the infantry. The infantry privately recruited by the nobles held their spears high. Although they could not form a formation in the forest, they still posed a great threat to the riders. Hadesh leaned back to avoid a spear thrust at him, and the blade of the long sword in his hand passed directly through the guy's neck.

It was the long-lost feeling of a sharp sword splitting the fragile throat bone, and blood splashed out like rain. All the nerves in Hadesh's body were tense. He turned his head sideways to avoid blood splashing into his eyes.

On the other side, he saw with his own eyes two spears thrust into a rider's abdomen and back. The guy invited him to drink a day or two ago - although the taste of the wine was not very good, Hadesh remembered very clearly that the other party should be a mercenary. At this moment, the mercenary was already dying. He still grabbed the reins and drove the horse forward. He kept sprinting forward and bumped into the noble soldier.

The noble soldier flew out as if he had no bones. Then the mercenary and the horse fell down together, and Hadesh saw that the other man was hunched next to the horse's back, already dead.

Hadesh couldn't help but take a deep breath when he saw this, and slashed the three people in front of him in succession. The noble infantry were at the lower level of black iron at best, and some were white. He didn't have to worry too much about these threats due to the difference in strength. However, a whistle was heard in the forest at this time, and the sound of horse hooves was heard on the right wing. A dozen knights suddenly broke through the fog between the mountains and forests and appeared from that direction.

"Turn around and face the enemy!" the old man's voice sounded from behind.

The situation suddenly became dangerous. The scouts were already trapped in a tight siege. Only a dozen of the more than 20 riders who broke through the encirclement were left. Moreover, the originally demoralized noble infantry became energized again after receiving the support of the cavalry. These guys tried to contain them and prevent them from getting away to face the opponent's newly added cavalry.

But just when others were unable to escape, a dark shadow had already stood out; Hadsh saw the old scout snatching the spear from a noble infantryman and then knocking him down with a sword, and the other man turned his horse around, He actually charged towards those knights with a spear in hand.

One person and one rider, they seem to be as indomitable as those champion knights in the arena.

Not only Hadesh, but the knights of Denel were stunned. They were all light cavalry. When had they ever seen such a fierce charge? When they were stunned, they had already been hit by the old scout. The knight at the front only let out a scream before it suddenly stopped, and he was directly thrown away by the spear.

However, the spears used by infantry were not originally used for mounted combat. The huge impact directly caused the spears to snap and break. Hank ran headlong into the opponent's camp - the sword in his hand was immediately unsheathed, and with a bang The sword knocked another knight off his horse.

Hadesh almost bit off his own tongue. In his opinion, the old man's strength was not much higher. At most, the Black Iron Shangyou was about the same as him, but not everyone could do this action in one go. "Is this guy from that army before?" This idea immediately came to his mind. Even if Eruin was a front-line legion, he could not cultivate such excellent soldiers.

Especially the aura of having experienced hundreds of battles is definitely not something that ordinary people can fake.

He suddenly reacted and shouted to the other policemen behind him: "Bow and arrow, bow and arrow! Cover him!"

He didn't need to remind him that several riders had already taken off their longbows from behind. The knights of Denel, whose charge was blocked by Hank, were about to surround the old man, but several feathers shot through the air. The arrows immediately disrupted their formation.

Hank seized the opportunity to rush out from behind the thin formation of cavalry. The old man turned back and raised his sword, nodding to his colleagues.

"Seize the opportunity and charge over there to break through!" Hadesh seemed to be possessed by a god at this moment, and he understood what the other party meant in an instant. He felt that the blood all over his body was burning, and the adrenaline secretion accelerated, making his eyes red as blood. He drew his sword forward, and dozens of riders behind him cheered in unison.

The aristocratic infantry could no longer stop these crazy scout knights, and Count Jean Denel's knights had just sorted out their disrupted formation when evenly matched opponents were already coming towards them...

Knight Wilson almost blacked out when he saw this scene. He originally thought he had caught a piece of fat, but unexpectedly he kicked it onto an iron plate. With more than a hundred people under his command and more than a dozen cavalry, they were unable to surround more than twenty people, and at least half of them were able to escape.

"Damn it! Veterans of the November War, how can we fight this battle!?"

Wilson is the most capable knight under Pallas. Because he has rich combat experience fighting mountain people all year round, he may not necessarily look down on the regular army of Eruin, let alone the rebels. But this time, Wilson was convinced that he had never fought such a strange battle in his life.

He was much more knowledgeable than Hadesh, and as soon as Hank made his move, he recognized that he was definitely a veteran of the November War. More than half of the veterans who survived the November War had fucking received the Candlelight Badge. If they were not knights, they would have at least half a fiefdom. How could there be such a person among these rebels?

Wilson couldn't help but feel chills all over, thinking that he and his lord had fallen into a huge conspiracy.

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While Wilson was heartbroken for the loss of his men, a steady stream of reports had been sent to Pallas, who was in charge of the army at the moment, through the scout knights on the front line. This time, although the old knight formed a coalition with two colleagues, with his rich combat experience, the other two knights could at best serve as his deputies.

The only person who could stand on an equal footing with him in this war was Madala's famous general. Although Tagus is no longer young compared to humans, he is still considered a younger generation in Madala. During this Black Rose War, Madala’s younger generation of generals emerged one after another, shining like stars in the sky.

Although the old knight Pallas joined forces with the opponent, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Compared to Madara, his homeland Eruin seems to be a dying old man, lifeless.

For some reason, the old knight suddenly remembered the 'enemy' standing opposite him. I heard he was also a young man. Suddenly, Pallas became somewhat interested in his opponent.

But this interest could not shake the old knight's will. Reports from the front line indicated that the vanguard had already engaged the opponent's sentries. To be honest, the exchange ratio is not ideal. Most of the reports were of miserable victories, and some local battles were even lost.

You know, they have an absolute advantage in terms of military strength.

The opponent's fighting power was beyond his expectation, but this still did not make Pallas feel troublesome. Regardless of the losses, at least the opponent's sentries are being forced to withdraw north of the Grass River, and the tactical goal has been achieved.

Next, it was time to capture Grasse Ferry and cross the river.

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