Chapter 106

In front of the town of irvindale.

The flame of the war seemed to be extinguished, but the assembled noble coalition kept enough firewood for the war and was ready to light the burning campfire again.

"So you failed, Baron Barrett!"

Viscount o'neines said indifferently, looking quietly at the silent town of irvindale, and there was no emotion in his deep eyes.

Three steps away, Baron Barrett, who came back in distress, heard the words, and his unwilling look appeared on his face, but in the end, he bowed his head decadent and said silently, "yes, I failed."

After the defeat, the outcome was divided. Barrett's light cavalry suffered heavy losses. The number of people who fled with him was less than 100, and only five extraordinary professionals survived.

The Barrett light cavalry, once famous in the north of the Kingdom, has survived in name only!

Perhaps more than that, Baron Barrett thought with a pale face. The failure of the plain war deprived him of further opportunities. Now he is a loser in the eyes of the aristocratic alliance. Even if the war is won, the benefits he can obtain will only be a small part.

However, once the war is lost, his Baroness may fall to a lord, or even a court aristocrat.

This is a title he does not allow. He has struggled to obtain. Before he can form a noble family, he is so dilapidated and lonely. He is unwilling.

Looking back, viscount o'neines saw Baron Barrett's face full of fear and unwillingness. Just the first world war left a haze for the once brave soldiers.

"Worthy of being an elite cavalry capable of destroying iron thorns, it is really commendable. Unfortunately, this time it will be swallowed up by the wave of war."

Viscount o'neines thought deeply, then looked directly at Baron Barrett and said, "the war has just entered the track and has not yet reached the end. Baron Barrett, you still have the possibility to change the current situation. Don't let me down!"

With that, viscount o'neines stopped looking at Baron Barrett and turned to the knight on his side.

"Bennett, go and tell our other partners that it's time to meet the real battle. The town of irvindale can be enjoyed as a dessert after victory."

"Yes!" Bennett waved, and more than a dozen Craig heavy cavalry disappeared into the night and galloped to different directions.

With the order of viscount o'neines, the noble coalition forces that had surrounded the town of irvindale began to shrink the front. All the other soldiers were slowly changing their formation except for leaving a 300 man infantry to defend the enemies who rushed out of the town.

Without determining the direction of the cavalry under modrian behind him, the noble coalition will not launch any more attacks.

For some nobles who had experienced the patriotic war, the heavy cavalry was the king on the plain. No one would want to try the charging taste of the heavy cavalry.

Moreover, most of the soldiers here now are escort soldiers in their fiefdom territory. Once heavy losses occur, even if the war is won, the final benefits will be deeply affected.

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The light of dawn opened the night, the sky gradually appeared a touch of fish belly color, a faint mist rose, and the green plain was covered with silver frost.

The waiting of the noble coalition army was not in vain. A dark cavalry team appeared slowly across the sky on the plain. A white double-edged Tomahawk was drawn on the red triangular flag floating in the wind.

"Hands of Knox dreus! What a strange title."

Viscount o'neines looked at the tall middle-aged man like a lion at the front of the cavalry, with a ferocious axe behind him, and the invisible momentum exuded inexplicable terror.

According to the report of the dark line in the town of irvindale, the current status of dreus is second only to the modrian knights in the digging fort, and has considerable autonomy.

Then Viscount o'neines looked at the heavy cavalry in black armor, which was a real top cavalry, even more elite than the heavy cavalry of the elanfaro empire he had seen in the patriotic war.

Ask yourself, Craig's heavy cavalry is far inferior. However, a war can't be decided by a heavy cavalry. Otherwise, what should other arms do.

For the victory of this war, for the fine iron ore vein in the renwall mountains, and against the heavy cavalry who are good at impact and close combat, viscount o'neins is well prepared.

"The stage has been set up, and it's time to start the war." Viscount o'neines whispered, and the old and firm voice sounded in time.

"Pass my order, spearmen come forward, archers ready!"

"Yes!"

The herald immediately turned and left, and then a loud roar came from the array of noble coalition forces.

"Spearmen come forward, archers ready!"

"Spearmen come forward, archers ready!"

When the needs and interests were the same, the nobles in the alliance did not refuse the order of viscount o'neines, and commanded their soldiers to quickly form a battle array.

The most elite spearmen are lined up in front, followed by elite veterans, then recruits who have not been bathed in the blood of war, and then a group of archers standing together.

This is a classic formation against heavy cavalry on the mainland of caladimos, which is suitable for most cases.

After all, in the face of the charge of heavy cavalry, it is unrealistic to rely solely on the existence of infantry. The weight of war horses and cavalry alone is enough to knock any blocked infantry to the ground.

The formation of the noble coalition army stands well, and the situation of war is imminent at this moment!

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In the southeast corner of the narrow plain, a emerald green thorn flag danced gently with the spring breeze, and the light of dawn fell on the quiet camp.

In the middle of the camp, a huge wild boar was set on the burning campfire. It was baked with a raging flame, and the golden skin gave off bursts of meat fragrance.

Creak!

The snow-white sharp chopper easily cut off a large piece of hot meat like a feather. Then, a fat palm stretched out and grabbed the golden meat as if nothing had happened.

"Hmmm, Hmmm, delicious food, hurst, would you like to try it?" the bald man sat casually on the plain, chewing the wild boar meat, the juice overflowed and the meat smell wafted.

"No, Lord palizel. The scheduled time is almost up. It's time for us to go to our destination." on the right side of the bald man, there is a middle-aged man in dark green heavy armor, with a firm face full of helplessness.

"What's the hurry? I'm sure I'll do what I promise that guy Alcott, and what's my business about the war of the noble coalition?" palizel said indifferently. The snow-white chopper flickered again, cut off the fat pig legs, and the transparent grease dripping on the grass.

"I know their dirty mind, but who uses who in the end depends on whose fist is hard!"