Throne of the North

Under the iron hooves of the war horse, the golden wheat ears were howling. They fell with the charge of the war horse. The outline and speed of their fall were the sharp edge carried by the war horse.

When the roaring knights charged to the battlefield, all the unresponsive soldiers in front of them flew out. These war horses, specially trained to supply the knights, would have to knock away at least seven or eight people before they completely lost the terrifying power of the collision.

On the battlefield, no matter who the soldiers are on both sides, they will feel fear when facing the arrival of these cavalry. When the horses are close at hand, less than ten soldiers can react and raise their spears at the right time.

Among the tenth of the soldiers, including those who were not harassed by the weapons in the hands of the knights on the horses, in the end, the number that could effectively kill the horses and knock the knights off the horses was less than fifty.

"Don't mess around! Kill their horses!"

Ryan was roaring loudly. In such a chaotic battlefield with tens of thousands of people, he didn't know how many people could accept his orders. At this moment, he finally felt the pressure of commanding an army in war.

This was not a war in Lingdu County, but a cruel fight on the real battlefield. When he saw the soldiers on the opposite side dying in front of him, he could also imagine that his soldiers would flee and turn the battlefield into a mess. In the past, I didn't even know which of the two soldiers fighting was my own.

"Gather our soldiers together and come to me!"

Ryan called out seven or eight names in succession. These people were all around him. After hearing the order, they quickly gathered the five hundred knight attendants belonging to the Tundra Territory.

"Let the cavalry get close to the battlefield, blow the horns, and we retreat towards the wheat fields!"

The charge of thousands of knights has removed all the terrifying power of the collision on the chaotic battlefield. At this time, Ryan finally had time to restore order to his army.

On the battlefield, Ryan was dazzling. The mithril armor on his body was more conspicuous than any flag. As he and the soldiers around him continued to retreat and the sound of the horn sounded, the soldiers who were red-eyed on the battlefield finally woke up.

As for those who are unconscious, Ryan can't control them.

After a tug-of-war that lasted for more than ten or twenty minutes, a distance of thirty to forty meters finally opened up between Lane's army and Viscount Hogg's army. At this moment, there were soldiers from the other side in the armies behind both sides. , as time passed, those soldiers who were unfortunate enough to fall into the opponent's army were either captured or killed.

Ryan took a cursory glance at his army. He didn't know how many had withdrawn, but in the open space left between the two sides on the battlefield, the corpses on the ground made the soldiers on both sides almost lose their will to fight after seeing clearly.

There is no way, the shadow brought by death will make their boiling blood calm down, and they will be endlessly afraid.

"Lord Viscount, let me charge once and I can defeat their army."

Next to Viscount Hogg, a knight wearing golden armor covering his entire body, with only a thin slit for his eyes, spoke in a rich voice.

Behind him, thousands of knights and cavalry stood in line, so that other soldiers around him did not dare to approach, leaving a huge open space.

"No, there are many soldiers who are comparable to you around Ryan, but they don't have war horses. If you rush in now, something could easily happen."

Viscount Hogg rejected the other party's suggestion. In the previous charge, his cavalry regiment had lost twenty or thirty soldiers and double the number of horses, which was heartbreaking enough for him.

Not to mention that this charge was directed at soldiers from both sides. The losses of those slave soldiers were probably terrible.

"Their losses are not small, and..."

Viscount Hogg has a toothache. Ryan's army came from the mine where they smuggled in. So where is Feriancino? I am afraid that the person who is expected to become the Archmage has been caught.

A great mage, no matter how powerful he is, can never be a match for hundreds of knights.

Both sides of the battlefield became quiet. Ryan asked his troops to hide in the wheat fields. If the cavalry on the opposite side really wanted to charge at this time, he would definitely tell Viscount Hogg what it means to kill an enemy by one thousand and suffer eight hundred losses.

In the evening of that day, following the verbal agreement between the two nobles, soldiers from both sides began to collect the corpses and those soldiers who were injured but luckily survived on the battlefield.

Then came the exchange of prisoners.

Ryan did not make any mistakes in the process, and let go of Viscount Hogg's two to three hundred soldiers, and at the same time brought back more than a hundred of his own soldiers.

"Ryan, where's Feriancino?"

Viscount Hogg also wanted to exchange the great mage.

"He is not included in the exchanged prisoners. I captured him before. If I let him go, wouldn't it cause huge losses to my army?"

It is absolutely impossible for Ryan to let a powerful magician leave. This is the candidate that Viscount Hogg will trade with ransom until the end of the war.

Moreover, before that, he had to send the great mage back to the Tundra Territory and hand it over to Master Luna, hoping that Master Luna could pry more wealth out of the other party's mouth.

When night fell, Lane directly ordered the fire of more than ten acres of wheat fields. The fire lit up the night sky. It was not known whether Viscount Hogg would retreat, but with the light of the fire, Lane entered Viscount Walter's castle.

"Ryan, you came just in time."

Viscount Walter laughed and wanted to hug Ryan. It was obvious that he was really happy.

"My Lord Viscount, my soldiers have consumed a lot in today's war, and in order to hurry here, we didn't bring any food. You shouldn't be short of food here, right?"

"Don't worry, Ryan, I will prepare food for your soldiers."

"Yeah."

Ryan nodded and continued:

"From now on, it's not us who are anxious. My army is in the south, and Baron Freeman's army has blocked the road. It's not easy for Viscount Hogg to go back."

"Okay, okay."

Viscount Walter laughed. He felt that this war was also a victory for him.

That night, Ryan got the number of his army's losses, 215 people, and more than 100 people were injured. The wounds caused fever and so on. It would be difficult to recover in the next war.

"Let the Viscount's family fetch water, boil the water and cool it to clean the wounds, then wrap them with quilts and apply hot cloths to their foreheads."

In the current environment, Ryan couldn't think of any good solutions for the time being.

The brutal war caused a huge death toll, but Ryan believed that the death toll of Viscount Hogg's army would be even more terrible.

Early the next morning, many people in Ryan's army were still sleeping soundly. The life-and-death war and the fullness of food at night made their muscles soft.

Of course, this was also within Ryan's expectations. He had helped Viscount Walter to block the castle gate with stones at night. Viscount Hogg would not be willing to attack a strong castle with more than 2,000 soldiers defending it.

Sure enough, when Ryan stood on the castle and looked into the distance, Viscount Hogg's army did not gather.

"He is hesitating."

Obviously, after knowing the damage in the battle yesterday, Viscount Hogg did not know whether he should attack Viscount Walter's castle.

Regardless of success or failure, the result will be heavy casualties, and he may even have to send his cavalry to dismount and attack as infantry.

This is obviously impossible.