Vol 3 Chapter 217

Scene 217: Battle on the River Bank (1)

"In the name of kindness, I give you a chance to lay down your arms and surrender!" The knight shouted to the people below, holding the banner.

"Go back and take me to say hello to your adults." Hank pulled out his sword and shouted to the other side.

The knight shook his head, as if he had expected it, and the horse disappeared from the high ground. "Why not surrender?" Hardesh could not help asking.

"Did you just learn to surrender under Grudin?" The older scout turned his head, his brown eyes glancing at him.

Hadsh was speechless. He didn't know the identity of the old man who spoke to him. It should be the man under the young lord-I heard that he was also a mercenary, and was the first group to follow the other. It seems to be one of the group of "Red Copper Dragons". However, Hadsh was a little distrustful of this statement. In his opinion, the old man looked like the most professional soldier in his eyes. A few days ago, he was the first to discover the movement of the Deneer army in the forest and led them. Escaped.

Speaking of them, the Palas knight on the opposite side is indeed well-known. In the offensive that day, they dared to use the mountain people as a guide. The mountain people grew up fighting in the woodland. It is said that when they march in the forest, they are like migrating deer. Experienced 'hunters', otherwise it would be difficult to spot them.

Hadsh already knew that this sentence was not exaggerated, and in the sentry were experienced veterans that day, but no one noticed the movement in the forest. Except for the old man in front of him, Hardesh couldn't help looking at each other, thinking that if this old guy was a scout, he must be the best one.

But the old man didn't care, and knocked his chest with his hand: "Stand up, lad. There's nothing to be afraid of, abandoning the person like Grudin is the most correct choice in your life, now you are a real Warrior, give me the courage of the warrior— "

The scouts burst into laughter, but also because they could still laugh at this time. The mountain people came first and dragged them in this forest. Until today, they finally fell into the encirclement of the knights of Count Deneer. .

Hadsh blushed, but in fact he knew he was guilty, though he was forced to turn to the young lord. But Count Denel would like to see him as a traitor, and others could surrender, but he had no choice. Speaking of which, he was originally a brave man, but it was only under the auspices of Gruddin that he gradually consumed the original firm will.

He took a breath, his heart stiffening like a sword in his hand.

The older scouts were scolding others: "Smile and laugh, be prepared to fight--"

More than twenty riders faced in all directions. The recruits might have been scared and pale with helplessness in such a surrounded situation, but these knights seemed calm and calm, breathing evenly, and their bodies were tight, as if the beasts were looking for opportunities to break through in danger.

"Pay attention to the direction of the opponent's attack and look for a breakout opportunity." The old man's sharp eyes looked around the forest like an alert beast, and whispered an order to his group of temporary subordinates.

There was a sharp sound in the cold air, and Hadsh felt a rider fall off the horse beside him. He grabbed the guy with a hand and fixed him on the horse. And after an arrow rang, feather arrows in the forest came out like locusts, and the ears were filled with the sound of crickets.

Hadsh was so distracted that a feather arrow had shot at him. However, a knight pulled out his sword to fly the arrow, and a sound of ping pong sounded in the scouting team. If the aristocratic privately-raised infantry soldiers had collapsed in such an environment, they would either be scared to stay in place, or scrambled aimlessly. But all scouts, including Hadsh, felt the firing of the left and right sides was relatively thin for the first time.

Hank blew a whistle, and he and his horse made a spin in the middle of the line, pointing at the sword. The riders understood that more than twenty people and horses did not have too much disturbance and collision. They turned around in a beautiful place and killed directly to the right.

On the high ground, Knight Wilson saw a chill in his heart. Intelligence said that it was a group of rebels who killed Grudin and occupied Fir City. But what about the qualities of the scouts below? Nor is the regular army among the best in the kingdom. I just hope that this happened to be just happened to him, he immediately ordered his servants to give orders to let the knights attack, the archers on both wings must not be able to stop the impact of those guys. Although the order was passed on, Wilson felt a little uneasy in his mind.

In the forest, there were infantry soldiers. Noble privately raised infantry soldiers held spears. Although they could not form a formation in the woodland, they were still a great threat to the riders. Hadash leaned back from a spear stabbing at him, his sword straight across his neck.

It was the long-lost feeling that the sharp sword split the fragile throat. Plasma splattered out like rainwater. Hardesh's nerves were tightened. He turned his head to prevent blood from splashing into his eyes.

On the other side, he saw with his own eyes that a rider was pierced with two spears. The guy invited him to drink a day or two ago-although the taste of the wine was not good, Hadsh remembered very well that he should be a mercenary. At that moment the mercenary was dying, his hand still grasped the reins to drive the horse forward, and he kept sprinting forward and hit the noble soldier.

The noble soldier flew out as if he had no bones. Then the mercenaries fell down with the horse, and Hadsh saw the other side lie beside the horse and was dead.

Hardesh could not help but took a deep breath and split the three in front. Noble infantry is at most not the level of the black iron downstream, and some are still white. He does not need to pay much attention to these threats because of the difference in strength. However, there was a whistle in the forest at this time, and a horseshoe sounded on the right flank. A dozen knights suddenly broke through the mist between the mountains and forests and appeared from that direction.

"Turn around to meet the enemy!" The old man's voice sounded from the side.

The situation suddenly became dangerous. The scouts were already in the siege, and the more than twenty riders who broke out were only more than ten people. Moreover, the noble infantry with low morale regained their support after being supported by the cavalry. These guys tried to restrain them so that they could not get out to face each other's new cavalry.

But just as the others could not escape, a dark shadow had already stood out; Hadsh saw the old scout with a spear that grabbed the hand of a noble infantry and then split the opponent with a sword, and the opponent turned the horse back. Actually holding a spear to hedge against those knights.

One ride by one person, as if those champion knights in the arena are generally in a forward momentum.

It wasn't just Hadsh, that surprised the knights of Denel. They were all hussars. When have they seen such a fierce charge, a stunned mouth, has already been hit by the old scout. The knight who rushed to the front gave a half-scream and stopped abruptly, and the whole person was picked out by a spear.

However, the spear used by the infantry was not originally used for riding battles. The huge impact force directly caused the spear to snap and break, and Hank smashed into the opponent's camp-the sword in his hand immediately came out of the sheath. The sword split the other knight off Malay.

Hadsh almost didn't bite his tongue. In his opinion, the old man's strength is not high, at most, but the black iron upstream is almost the same as him, but this one-handed action cannot be done by everyone. "This guy was from that army?" The idea came to his mind at once, and Eruin couldn't train such a good soldier even if he was a front-line legion.

In particular, the kind of battle-hardened momentum is definitely not something that ordinary people can pretend.

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

No need to remind him, several riders have taken their long bows from behind, and Hank blocked the charge as soon as possible. The knights of Denel were preparing to surround the old man, but a few feathers came from the air. The arrows immediately disrupted their formation.

Hank seized the opportunity to hedge out from behind the cavalry's thin formation, and the old man immediately turned around and raised his sword, nodding to his colleagues.

"Seize the opportunity and make a breakthrough to the other side!" Hardesh seemed to have the spirit at this moment, but he understood the meaning of the other person in an instant. He felt that all his blood was burning, the adrenaline accelerated to make his eyes red, and his sword was drawn forward, and the dozen riders behind him responded in unison.

The noble infantry could no longer stop these crazy scout knights, and the knights of Earl Deneer had just sorted out the chaotic formation, and evenly matched opponents were already coming ...

Cavalier Wilson almost turned black when he saw this scene. He thought he had caught a piece of fat, but he unexpectedly kicked the iron plate. More than a hundred men and more than ten cavalrymen couldn't contain more than twenty people, at least making the opponent run more than half.

"Fuck! Veterans of the November war, how can this fight be fought !?"

Wilson is the most powerful knight under Palas. Because of his rich combat experience with the mountain people all year round, don't say that the rebels, even the regular legion of Eruin, may not look down on him. But this time, Wilson was convinced that he had not fought such a weird battle in his life.

He was much more knowledgeable than Hardesh, and as soon as Hank shot, he recognized that he was definitely a veteran of the November war. More than half of the veterans who survived the war had fought candlelight badges. Not only the Cavaliers also had at least half a block of land. How could there be such people in the rebel group?

Wilson couldn't help getting cold, thinking he and his Lord Lord had fallen into a huge conspiracy.

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And just as Wilson suffered heartache for his losses, a steady stream of reports had been sent to Paras, who was now in charge, via scout knights at the front. Although the old knight formed a coalition with two colleagues this time, with his rich combat experience, the other two knights could at best be his deputies.

It was only Madara's well-known general who could sit on an equal footing with him in this war. Although Targus is not too young compared to humans, Madara is just a younger generation. In this Black Rose War, Madara ’s younger generations have starred endlessly, like the stars in the sky.

Although the old knight Pallas joined forces with each other, he couldn't help sighing. Compared to Madara, his native country, Eruin, seemed like a dying old man, and he was in the twilight.

For some reason, the old knight suddenly remembered the ‘enemy’ standing opposite him, and heard that he was also a young man. Suddenly, Palas became interested in this opponent.

However, this interest did not shake the will of the old knight. A report sent by the front line indicated that the vanguard had already engaged with the opposing sentry. To be honest, the exchange ratio is not ideal. Most of the reports were disastrous, and some local battles even lost.

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

The opponent's combat effectiveness was beyond his expectations, but this did not make Pallas feel tricky. Regardless of the loss, at least the opponent's sentry was exiting north of the Grasse under his persecution. The tactical purpose has been achieved.

The next step was to win the Grasse Ferry and cross the river.

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