Urban Sims

Chapter 29 Bloody Battle

On the slopes of a concave valley running north-south.

With a distance of thousands of meters, there are two armies in formation.

The layout of the two army formations is roughly the same. The peasants with the largest number of people stand in the middle with spears at the front, mercenaries and archers line up on both sides, and the rear of the army formation is the heavily armored cavaliers.

Priests with crosses in their hands walked back and forth in front of these phalanxes, pointing their fingers at their chests and foreheads, praying for the soldiers who were about to enter the battlefield.

At the place where the banners of the army formation are densest in the south, a group of noble barons in fine armor gathered around a noble old man with pale hair and beard, wearing a gorgeous armor inside and a fashionable fox fur outside, facing the army formation below. Give pointers from time to time.

This noble old man is naturally the protagonist who leads this battle - Earl Lausitz.

Earl Lausitz scanned the battle formation with deep eyes, and after seeing a group of people with rose flags in the army formation, he was a little surprised and said, "Why are there so many farmers from Granland? Those farmers look like Are there thousands of people?"

The Earl of Rhodes owned by Earl Lausitz has a total of twelve baronies. These twelve baronies have brought all the knights in the territory today, plus the knight guard brought by Earl Lausitz himself. , a total of more than 150 knights belong to the core force.

In addition to the knights, there are also mercenaries recruited by Earl Lausitz himself and his subordinate barons. There are also more than 500 people, which belong to the main force.

The rest are the peasant troops who acted as cannon fodder. Earl Lausitz himself did not bring any peasants. The twelve barons under him all brought some peasants. There were as few as 1 and as many as 200. , adding up to more than 3 people.

However, it is very rare for someone like Granling to gather more than 1000 strong farmers at once.

You know, it is very difficult for Earl Lausitz's direct subordinates to get together a thousand farmers. Is it really like the rumors: the Granites have produced a lot of products and the population is thriving these years?
"My lord, these are all the farmers that can be gathered in my territory. After this battle is over, a lot of land in my territory may be barren." Baron Connor rode forward and explained.

"Baron Connor, you didn't call all the fathers of the children in the territory, did you? When the fathers of these children die, they all go to the castle to call your father?" the old enemy Baron Garcia sarcastically said, Baron Connor The more I live, the more timid I am, I actually entrust the victory of this war on these numerous farmers.

"Baron Connor, I heard that the farmers in Glenland are very good at farming. Don't let them all die this time. I also want to invite some Glandland farmers to go to Youcan to teach my lazy farmers. Farming." Baron Howard, who was not quite right with Baron Connor, laughed.

"Enough! Go back and command your troops, the troops on the opposite side have already been dispatched, get ready for battle!"

Hearing the sound of trumpets and drums from the opposite side, and seeing the opponent's army formation slowly moving forward, Earl Lausitz, who was older than the army, waved his hand.

"Yes, Lord Count!"

All the barons mobilized their horses one after another and returned to their command positions.

……

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of war drums came from behind the army formation, and the rhythm of these two thuds indicated that they were marching at a normal speed.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

The rhythm of the drums has accelerated, which means that the army formation ahead is about to speed up.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom...

Until the drumbeat never stopped, the two peasant armies, who were less than 15 meters apart and close at hand, burst into shouts one after another!
"Kill!"

"Kill!"

On the front line, two peasant legions in ragged clothes and holding spears collided.

"kill!"

In the battle formation, Zhou Ming, who was in the middle of the first row of the third farmer's team in Grandland, roared, stepped forward, and accurately inserted the spear point into the neck of a boy who was probably only 16 years old.

puff!
Hot blood with a fishy smell sprayed on Zhou Ming's body. Zhou Ming saw a trace of pain and confusion in the boy's clear eyes, but he didn't have half a second to sympathize or hesitate, and pulled out the card forcefully. The spear in his throat turned and pierced straight into the belly of a thin farmer next to him, and raised the hardwood shield held in his left hand, blocking the spears from the left that were stabbing at him.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Like all the farmers on the battlefield, Zhou Ming didn't have any thoughts in his mind at this time, he could only keep killing, killing any enemy standing in front of him, no matter if he was a gray-haired old man or a young boy, only One word, kill!

"Five, six, seven...eight...nine"

On the battlefield where the enemy and the enemy were mixed together, Zhou Ming had already stabbed the spears into the bodies of nine people, all of them hit vital points, and no one survived.

"Give back my brother's life!"

A roar came from behind, and Zhou Ming, who was buried in the fight, was suddenly in a trance, and suddenly remembered the young man who stabbed him to death at the beginning, his eyes looked at him... Turning his head, he saw a strong young man , was holding up a spear, stabbing towards his back, the tip of the spear was close at hand.

"My life is over..."

Just like how many people behave at the last moment before encountering a car accident, Zhou Ming forgot to dodge, and stared blankly at the spear point getting closer and closer to him, about to pierce his body.

"Lane get away!"

There was a loud roar, but it was Uncle O'Neill, who was at the side, pierced the burly boy with a spear. The burly boy spat out a mouthful of blood, glared at Zhou Ming unwillingly, and fell down dead.

"Uncle O'Neill, you saved my life!"

Zhou Ming, who had recovered from his shock, came to Uncle O'Neill and said gratefully.

"Son, this is on the battlefield, not in a daze...Pfft!" Uncle O'Neill hadn't finished speaking when a spear pierced his back, protruding through his chest.

"Uncle O'Neal!"

Zhou Ming threw the spear in his hand angrily, nailing the attacker to the ground, and hugged Uncle O'Neill who was vomiting a large blood clot, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Uncle O'Neal, don't die, don't die!"

"L... Ryan, live... Take care of me... for me..." Before he finished speaking, Uncle O'Neill's body softened, his eyes widened, and he bid farewell to this world.

"Uncle O'Neal, I will definitely take care of your family!"

Zhou Ming closed Uncle O'Neill's eyes, picked up a spear from the side, his eyes were red, and stabbed the spear into the bodies of one enemy after another like a madman.

"Run!" "Run!" "We are going to die!" "...!"

This brutal and bloody fight lasted only a quarter of an hour. Earl William's farmer team, which was obviously at a disadvantage in numbers in the north, faced huge casualties, their morale collapsed, and they fled northward one after another. They panicked and were even shot and killed by their own archers. Most of them had to escape through the steep slopes and highlands on both sides.

The farmer army on Zhou Ming's side won with a relatively large advantage, but before it was time to complete the task and leave the battlefield, the sound of drums from the rear sounded again. Zhou Ming and other farmers had to regroup and head north towards Earl William. The mercenary legion went.

"Swish swish swish..."

The dense arrows thrown by the archers among the northern mercenaries from the high ground, after accelerating to a certain height, had a strong penetrating power and shot down a large number of unprotected farmers.

Zhou Ming picked up a shield by luck. He blocked the shield in front of him, braved the rain of arrows, and rushed forward bravely. On the hardwood shield in his hand, there were already more than a dozen arrows with half of their arrows exposed. arrows.

"Throw an axe!"

"Javelin throw!"

With an order, the ax throwers and spear throwers among the mercenaries threw dense throwing axes and javelins at Zhou Ming's peasant team. Zhou Ming turned his head and was shocked to find that all around him were lying in a pool of blood His teammate, even the hardwood shield in his hand, was smashed by a throwing axe, and his arm was swollen and numb.

"Kill!"

Seeing a group of mercenaries, both tall and short, fat and thin, armed with knives, guns, halberds and axes, roaring and rushing towards him, Zhou Ming's scalp went numb, and he no longer wanted to pretend to be a hero. Throwing, screaming, dodging all kinds of throwing weapons thrown from behind, pulling out his legs and fleeing desperately, fleeing towards a safe zone.

More than ten years of running training has finally played a role on the battlefield at this moment. Those mercenaries with iron weapons and heavy armor have limited physical fitness after all, and their speed is gradually unable to catch up with Zhou Ming, who runs faster than a rabbit. , had no choice but to give up the single target of chasing and killing him, and instead rushed to the mercenary army from Earl Lausitz's side who rushed from the opposite side.

"It's safe, thank God! This little life is finally saved."

After escaping to a safe area on the high ground, Zhou Ming hid in a patch of grass. Zhou Ming, who kept panting heavily, waited for his heartbeat to slow down, and then turned his eyes and eyes to the battlefield where the battle had not yet ended.

(End of this chapter)