Urban Sims

On the slopes of both sides of a north-south concave valley.

Separated by a distance of thousands of meters, two armies were displayed 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 holding crosses walked back and forth in front of these phalanxes, pointing their fingers to their chests and foreheads, praying for the warriors 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 advice from time to time.

This noble old man is naturally the protagonist leading this battle - Count Lauzitz.

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. , there are more than 150 knights in total, which are the core force.

In addition to the knights, there are also mercenaries recruited by Count Lauzitz himself and his subordinate barons. There are also more than 500 people, forming 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 1,200 and as many as 3,400. , a total of more than 3,000 people.

But it is very rare to have more than 1,000 strong farmers like Glenling.

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 we live, the more cowardly we become, and we actually pin 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 on the same page as Baron Connor, said with a smile.

"That's enough! Go back and command your troops. The troops on the opposite side have been dispatched. Get ready for battle!"

After hearing a sound of trumpets from the opposite side and seeing the opponent's military formation slowly moving forward, Count Lauzitz, who was experienced in the military, waved his hand.

"Yes, Lord Earl!"

All the barons mobilized their horses and returned to their respective command positions.

…

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of war drums came from the rear of the military formation. The rhythm of these two drums indicated that they were marching at a normal speed.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

The rhythm of the drums accelerated, which meant that the military formation marching ahead was going to speed up.

Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong…

Until the drum beat stopped, the two peasant armies, which were less than fifteen meters apart and within easy reach, broke out into shouts one after another!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

On the battle line, two ragged peasant armies holding spears collided.

"kill!"

In the battle formation, Zhou Ming, who was in the middle of the first row of the Glenland Third Farmers Team, roared, stepped forward, and accurately inserted the tip of his spear into the neck of the opposite boy, who was probably only sixteen years old.

puff!

Hot blood with a fishy smell sprayed on Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming saw a trace of pain and confusion in the young man's clear eyes, but he didn't have half a second to sympathize or hesitate, and pulled out the card with force. The spear between his throat was thrust straight into the belly of a thin farmer next to him. He raised the hardwood shield in his left hand and blocked several spears that were stabbing him on the left.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Like all the farmers on the battlefield, Zhou Ming had no thoughts in his mind at this time. He could only keep killing, killing any enemy standing in front of him, whether he was a gray-haired old man or a young and underage boy. One word, kill!

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

In the battlefield where the enemy and we were mixed together, Zhou Ming had already thrust his spear into the bodies of nine people, all of them hitting their vital points and leaving no one alive.

"Give my brother his life!"

A roar came from behind, and Zhou Ming, who was immersed in the fight, suddenly fell into a trance. He suddenly remembered the young man who stabbed him to death in the first place. His eyes were looking at him... He turned around and saw a strong young man. , holding up a spear, stabbing himself in the back of the heart, the tip of the spear was close at hand.

"My life is at an end..."

Just like the behavior of many people at the last moment before encountering a car accident, Zhou Ming forgot to avoid it and stared blankly at the tip of the spear getting closer and closer to him, about to pierce his body.

"Lean get out of the way!"

A loud roar came, but it was Uncle O'Neill on the side who stabbed the strong young man's body with a spear. The strong young man spat out a mouthful of blood, glared at Zhou Ming with a reluctant look on his face, and fell down dead.

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

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

"Kid, this is on the battlefield, not in a daze... Poof!" Before Uncle O'Neal could finish speaking, a spear penetrated his back and exposed his chest.

"Uncle O'Neal!"

Zhou Ming threw the spear in his hand in anger and pinned the attacker to the ground. He stepped forward and hugged Uncle O'Neal, who had vomited large blood clots in his mouth, with tears streaming down his face.

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

"Lian...Lian, stay alive...take care of...take care of me..." Before he could finish speaking, Uncle O'Neal's body softened, his eyes widened, and he passed away like this.

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

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

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

This brutal and bloody battle only lasted half a quarter of an hour. The peasant team of Earl William, who was obviously at a numerical disadvantage in the north, faced huge casualties. After their morale collapsed, they fled north one after another. They panicked and were even shot dead by their own archers. Few, most of them had to escape through the steep slopes on both sides.

Zhou Ming's peasant army won with a large advantage, but before they could complete their mission and leave the battlefield, the drums from the rear rang again. Zhou Ming and other farmers had to regroup and march towards Earl William in the north. The mercenary army walked away.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish..."

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

Zhou Ming was lucky enough to pick up a shield. He blocked the shield in front of him, braved the rain of arrows, and rushed forward. The hardwood shield in his hand had already been inserted with more than a dozen arrows with half of their arrows exposed. arrows.

"Axe-throwing!"

"Javelin throw!"

With an order, the axe-throwers and gun-throwers among the mercenaries threw a dense mass of flying axes and javelins at Zhou Ming's peasant team. Zhou Ming turned around and was shocked to find that all around him were lying in a pool of blood. His teammates, even the hardwood shield in his hand, were shattered by a flying axe, and his arms were swollen and numb.

"Kill!"

Seeing a group of mercenaries, tall, short, fat and thin, armed with various weapons such as swords, guns, halberds and axes, roaring towards him, Zhou Ming's scalp went numb. He no longer wanted to pretend to be a hero, and flicked the spear in his hand. Throw, scream and dodge all kinds of throwing weapons thrown from behind, pull out your legs and run away with all your strength, towards safety.

More than ten years of running training finally showed some effect on the battlefield. Those mercenaries holding iron weapons and wearing heavy armor had limited physical fitness after all, and they were gradually unable to catch up with Zhou Ming, who could run faster than a rabbit. , had no choice but to give up the single goal of chasing him, and instead rushed towards the mercenary legion of Count Lauzitz coming from the opposite side.

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

After escaping to a safe area in the highlands, Zhou Ming hid in a patch of grass. Zhou Ming, who kept breathing heavily, waited for his heartbeat to slowly slow down before his eyes and eyes turned back to the battlefield where the battle had not yet ended.