Realm of Power

The two armies had only been entangled for more than ten minutes, and the noble cavalry had been reduced by nearly one-fifth. Thousands of war horses and corpses were stacked in front, mixed with the bright red blood on the ground, and the horses' hooves slipped when they stepped on it. It was a tragic scene. The noble cavalry was frightened. They did not expect that the Samoer cavalry was so powerful. Counting the retinue cavalry who guarded the Chinese army in front, more than 2,000 people had died at the hands of these terrible devils.

"Run away! These people are devils!" The frightened noble cavalry shouted, reining in their horses and fleeing, completely abandoning the infantry covering them all around. Groups of cavalry turned to the woods on both sides.

The horses' hooves trampled to death and wounded many of the infantrymen who had no time to evacuate. In order to get rid of the Samoyers' pursuit, the noble cavalry were not merciless in cutting down their own people. At least a thousand nobles who blocked the way were hacked to death by their own cavalry. ,

This caused the newly assembled noble infantry to be completely confused. They gave up even the last bit of resistance, threw their weapons to the ground, and trampled the military flag representing glory under their feet. They were in chaos like a group of frightened ducks, looking at them with horrified eyes. The noble cavalry that crashed into him

The short crossbow of the Samoan light cavalry became synonymous with death at this moment. The Samoan cavalry held the short crossbow in their left hand and waved the sword in their right hand. Taking advantage of the gap in pursuit, they used the right hand holding the sword as a support to shoot deadly crossbow arrows. The noble cavalry continued Someone was shot from his horse, and then his head was chopped off with the saber of the Samoan cavalry who caught up.

The flight of the noble cavalry dissipated the last resistance of the noble army. The heavy spear infantry that had just assembled in the distance stopped. After hesitating for a while, they began to slowly retreat to the east. The fleeing mercenaries rushed in. In the surrounding woods and mountains, 20,000 noble troops paid the price of losing their commander in chief and more than 6,000 casualties in just one hour. The proud light cavalry regiment suffered heavy losses, and the wolves and dogs fled back to Volendi. northern mountain camp

"Phew! Damn nobles!" After Salon chopped down two noble cavalry in succession, he reined in his horse. His arm waving the sword felt sore. Salon himself didn't remember how many people he had killed. He only knew that he kept waving. The knife slashed down, and human blood continued to spatter.

Salon raised his sword and shouted, "Everyone stop, stop chasing!" Hearing Salon's cry, the chasing light cavalry slowed down their horses and began to surround them. Salon nodded silently with a pale face. There was no sign of the joy of victory at all in the number of people who fell. Although Salon had been mentally prepared, there was still a sense of desolation that could not be suppressed.

From the surprise attack to the encounter, the enemy suffered heavy losses, but more than half of the Samoer light cavalry were also lost. The remaining people were also exhausted and wounded. The blood of themselves and the enemy made the cavalry look like they were all bloody. Man, this sharpest Satsuma blade has become the last of its power. If the noble army comes back at this time, the Satsuma cavalry may collapse.

"Let's go down!" Seeing that the overall situation of the battlefield has been decided, and the follow-up heavy infantry group has appeared not far away, the fat man waved his hands to Wei Dule and the others. Sophie stood up happily, but He found that Wei Dule was standing still and said, "What's wrong with the old man? You don't want the 100 gold coin reward?"

"You go ahead, I won't go. I'm about to leave. I don't want to get involved in the war anymore!" Weidu Le's face showed no expression. "I know if I go down with you, you won't let me go!" "

"Haha! Why do you think so?" Fatty said with a noncommittal smile, neither admitting nor denying

"You nobles are all the same!" Weidu Le sneered. "Although I am not a noble, I know all about your dirty deeds! In your hearts, all people are tools, people who are useful to you. , you will do anything to win him over, and you will abandon people who are of no use to you without hesitation."

"Haha! Maybe so." The fat man's face was as thick as a city wall. He did not blush when exposed to his face. Instead, he smiled boldly, "However, even if you leave the army, your wish will not be realized. The kingdom is now in chaos, and the noble lords In order to seize the land, it controls the life and death of the farmers. Only Samoer can make the farmers live a good life. This is something even the entire Wikiya will not deny! "

"You said you withdrew because you didn't want to get involved in the war, but is that useful?" Fatty paused with a heavy tone. "Where there are lords, there will be wars. Where there is land, there will be wars. Can you withdraw? No matter what you do, Think about it, war is like a ghost that cannot be dispelled, mercilessly involving your relatives, friends, people who love you or the people you love. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous to say that you quit the war?”

"You..." Wei Dule's face turned pale when the fat man said it, but he couldn't find any words to refute. The fat man's words were like a curse, swirling in Wei Dule's mind, making this proud veteran feel There was a feeling of suffocation, and the belief in my heart was ruthlessly shattered.

It has always been Wei Dule's biggest dream to quit the battlefield and live out the rest of his life peacefully in his hometown with his family happily together. For this reason, this once brilliant veteran did not hesitate to live an ignoble existence and give up all his glory. Hiding his sharp edge deeply,

But just when he thought he was about to realize it, the dream that had always supported him was ruthlessly shattered by the hateful fat man in front of him. The truth and reality are often cruel. Hearing the fat man's words, Wei Dule himself felt "out of the war." It’s self-deceiving nonsense.

"Come to Samoer. I can't guarantee that you will be out of the war, but I can guarantee that you will stay away from it." The fat man looked at Wei Dule, who was wavering, and made an attractive proposal. "Samoer can give you a piece of your own land, and even help you to help your family migrate here."

"Can you really do it?" Wei Dule heard that he could bring his family over, and his face was brightened.

"Of course, what I, Fatty Samoer, said should have a certain credibility!" The fat man slapped his chest loudly, but in fact he underestimated it in his heart. "The credibility of Fatty Samoer seems to be really not good, especially among the aristocracy, he is simply the synonym of a troublemaker!"

Since the fat man came back from Zhiwacherze, the name of Fatty Samoer as a troublemaker has spread like wildfire. Now there is a proverb in the kingdom that "Fat Samoer's footsteps are always accompanied by bad luck!"

"I'm going down! You can think about it slowly." The fat man said to Wei Dule and turned to He went down the mountain with two guards, leaving the hesitant Sophie Momocha and Wei Dule alone. "I should be in Fulundi during this period. If you change your mind, you can come to me. I will give you 100 gold coins as protection fee, and I will keep my promise just now!"

The bright full moon hung in the sky, and the northern mountainous area of ​​Fulundi was shrouded in silver, but in front of the Toda Fortress where the battle was fierce in the daytime, the sky was full of red light.

More than ten huge bonfires were burning, and the bodies of the Samoan defenders were collectively cremated. The fat man stood in front of the blazing flames, thinking seriously. These brave warriors used their last perseverance to fulfill their promise to defend Samoan to the death. 3,000 people resisted 20,000 people for several hours, which was a legend in itself. This was the first time that the Samoan army suffered such a heavy loss. There were only 138 people left in the entire fortress. The bodies filled various areas of the fortress, and every sentry tower was bleeding.

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