Power and Empire Chapter 102: Warshang
The two armies only entangled for ten minutes, which has reduced the noble cavalry by nearly one-fifth. Thousands of horses and corpses are stacked in the front, mixed with the bright red plasma on the ground, and the horses’ hoofs are slipping when they step on them. The tragic scene made the noble cavalry frightened. I didn’t expect the Samorian cavalry to be so powerful. Counting the defender cavalry who guarded the Chinese army in front, more than 2,000 people have died in the hands of these terrible demons.
"Run away! These people are all demons!" shouted the scared noble cavalry, and they reined in their horses and fled. They completely abandoned the infantry guarding around, and groups of cavalry turned chaotically to the woods on both sides.
The horseshoe trampled on the infantry who had not had time to evacuate around. In order to get rid of the chase of the Samorians, the noble cavalry cut off their own people and did not have any mercy. At least thousands of nobles who got in the way were defeated by their own troops. The cavalry hacked to death,
This caused the noble infantry who had just assembled into complete chaos, and even gave up the last bit of resistance. They threw their weapons on the ground and trampled the flag of glory under their feet. The chaos was like a group of frightened ducks, and their eyes were frightened. Watching the noble cavalry crashing into him
The short crossbow of the Samor light cavalry became synonymous with death at this moment. The Samor cavalry held a short crossbow in his left hand and wielded a sword in his right hand. Using the neutral position of the pursuit, the right hand holding the knife was used as a support to shoot deadly crossbow arrows. The noble cavalry kept people being shot down from their horses, and then they were chopped off their heads by the Samor cavalry's swords that were overtaken.
The rout of the noble cavalry dissipated the last trace of the noble army’s resistance. The Eganfen heavy spear infantry who had just assembled in the distance stopped, and after hesitating for a while, they began to retreat slowly to the east, the fleeing mercenary Soldiers rushed into the surrounding woods and mountains. In just one hour, the 20,000 noble army paid the commander-in-chief death and wounded more than 6,000 people. The proud Hussar Corps suffered heavy losses. The wolf and the dog fled back. Camp in the northern mountains of Flundi
"Huh! Damn aristocrat!" After Saron chopped down two aristocratic cavalry in succession, he stopped the horse, and his arm wielding the saber felt sore. Saron didn't remember how many people he killed, only knew that Constantly swinging the knife to cut down, constant blood splashing.
Saron raised the saber in his hand and shouted, "Everyone stop, stop chasing!" Hearing Saron's shout, the chasing hussars slowed down their horses and began to surround themselves, and Saron's expression was bleak and silent. After a little bit of the remaining number, there is no joy of victory at all. Although Salong has been mentally prepared for a long time, there is still a trace of desolation that cannot be suppressed
From the raid to the encounter, the enemy has lost a lot, but the Samor light cavalry also lost more than half. The remaining people are also tired and wounded. The blood of themselves and the enemy makes the cavalry look like One by one, this sharpest Samor blade has become the end of the crossbow. At this time, if the noble army returns, the Samor cavalry might collapse
"Let's go, let's go down!" Seeing that the overall situation of the battlefield has been set, the follow-up heavy infantry battalion has appeared not far away, the fat man waved his hand to the Wei Dule several people, Sophie Momocha stood happily He got up, but found that Wei Dule stood still, "What's wrong with the old man, don't you want a bounty of 100 gold coins?"
"Go ahead, I won't go anymore, I have retired, I don't want to be involved in the war anymore!" There is no expression on Wei Dule's face, "I know that if you go down with you, you will not let it go. I'm going!"
"Hehe! Why do you think that?" The fat man laughed nonchalantly, neither admitting nor denying
"You aristocratic masters are the same!" Wei Dule sneered at the corner of his mouth. "Although I am not a noble, I know all your dirty activities! In your heart, all people are tools for you. Useful people, you will win over him by all means, and those who are useless to you, you will abandon them without hesitation"
"Haha! Maybe." The fat man has a thick face like a city wall, and he doesn't blush face-to-face when he is exposed. On the contrary, he smiles boldly, "However, even if you leave the army, your wish will not be fulfilled. Now the kingdom is in chaos. In order for the noble lords to grab the land, the farmers’ lives and deaths are concerned. Only Satsuma can make the farmers live a good life. This is not denied by the entire Wichia!"
"You said you retired and don't want to be involved in war, but is this useful?" The fat man paused heavily, "Where there is a lord, there is war, where there is land, there is war. Will you retreat? No matter what you think, war is like a ghost that cannot be dispelled. It involves your relatives, friends, people who love you or your loved ones mercilessly, and you say you have withdrawn from the war! Don’t you think it’s too ridiculous? ?"
"You..." Wei Dule was pale when the fat man said, but he couldn't find a rebuttal. The fat man's words were like a curse, hovering in Wei Dule's mind, making this man proud The veteran felt a suffocation and uncomfortable, and the belief in his heart was ruthlessly shattered.
Withdraw from the battlefield of fighting, and spend the rest of his life peacefully in his hometown. It has always been Weidule’s biggest dream to get together with a family happily. For this reason, this once glorious veteran did not hesitate to survive and give up Everything is brilliant, deeply concealing my sharp edge,
But just when he thought he was about to come true, this dream that had always supported him was ruthlessly crushed by the nasty fat man in front of him. The truth and reality are often cruel. Hearing what the fat man said, Wei Dule felt that " "Leaving the war" is a nonsense of self-deception.
"Come to Satsuma, I can’t guarantee that you will be free from the war, but I can guarantee that you will stay away from the war." The fat man looked at the swaying Wei Dule of God~IndoMTL.com~ Throw out a tempting proposal "Samo I can give you a piece of land, and even help you move all your family over."
"Can you really do it?" Wei Dule lifted his expression when he heard that he could take his family over.
"Of course, what my Fat Satsuma said should have a certain degree of credibility!" Fatty’s chest shook the sky, but he actually underestimated the credibility of Fat Satsuma. It seems that the credibility of Fat Sats is really bad, especially In the aristocratic class, it is simply synonymous with **** sticks!"
Only from the fat man who came back from the Japanese car, the name of the fat Satsuma dung stick went wild, and there is a proverb in the kingdom now, "Fatty Satsuma's footsteps are always accompanied by bad luck!"
"I'm going down! You can think about it slowly." The fat man finished speaking to Wei Dule, then turned and took two guards down the mountain, leaving alone the hesitant Sophie Mocha and Wei Dule. "During this period of time I should all be in Florence, if you change your mind, you can come to me, I will pay you the protection fee of 100 gold coins, and I will abide by the promise just now!"
The bright full moon hung in the sky, and the northern mountainous area of Flundi was covered with silvery white, but in front of the fierce battle of Toda fortress, the sky was full of red light.
More than ten huge bonfires are burning up, and the bodies of the Satsuma garrison are collectively cremated, and the fat man stands in front of the blazing flames, serious contemplation. These brave warriors use their last persistence. Fulfilling his pledge to guard Samor to the death, 3,000 people resisted 20,000 for a whole number of hours. It is a legend in itself. This is the first time that Samor’s army has suffered such a heavy loss. There are only 138 people left in the entire fortress, with corpses. The various areas of the fortress were piled up, and every watchtower was full of blood.
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