The roaring strong wind blew across the rolling hills, holding down the weeds among the gravel and making them tremble.
The black and gray earth was mixed with blood, with broken limbs and broken arms scattered among them. The blackened and broken corpses showed the heavy blows and desolation they suffered during their lifetime, and the scene was horrifying.
Broken weapons and armor can be seen everywhere, and flags turned into strips of cloth are discarded in the mud. There are traces of arrows and swords on them, and the original patterns can no longer be seen clearly.
The raven was circling up and down, staring at the crouched corpses of the war dead, pecking at the eye sockets and cheeks that had become hollow and ulcerated. Several skinny wild dogs scurried around, biting and pulling around the corpses, and their mouths were full of blood.
Several serfs were looking through the corpse, trying to find something valuable.
Not far away was a town with hundreds of soldiers running back and forth. Driven by the noble attendants, they drove ox carts to plunder the captured town.
Food, cloth, farm tools, and even people, everything will be transported away. Anything that cannot be transported will be burned mercilessly.
There were more than a dozen gallows erected beside the ditch outside the town, and corpses with stretched necks hung on the hanging nooses. These were the town nobles who had given up resistance, but they obviously had not been forgiven.
The war breaks out suddenly, and even if the defeated ones try their best to resist, they cannot escape the end of their lives. Their territory, family property, and even their wives and daughters become the possessions of others in the blink of an eye.
The victor stands on a high place, praising his own strength, despising the weakness of his opponent, and using cruel methods to intimidate the disobedient.
The town that was about to be destroyed was built next to the road paved along the river. The river and hills tightened here, forming a natural pass and intersection.
To the north of the town, thousands of armed forces were fighting.
The mass of human heads on the battlefield, with a Gorgon flag erected high, stood out in particular. They were the troops coming from the south, and they clearly had the upper hand.
Under the banner of the Banshee, the heavy infantry wearing iron armor formed a thick formation of seven or eight large fans. They held up super long guns and breathed heavily, and under the command of the noble officers, they approached their opponents in the north step by step.
The entire heavily armored formation would stop and regroup every twenty or thirty meters forward. Whenever they stamped their feet and stood still, the ground shook with great momentum.
On both sides of the heavy infantry formation were two to three hundred heavy cavalry with men and horses. Every horse was tall and elegant, and every knight was majestic.
The knights wore light and strong armor and bright silver war helmets. Each man wore a white cloak on his shoulders, which fluttered in the wind. The war horses were covered in cowhide armor, and even the horse's head was protected by an iron mask, leaving only the horse's head exposed.
Eye.
This elite cavalry escorts the heavy infantry forward slowly, while keeping a close eye on the camp to the north, and will launch a surprise attack if it finds a weakness.
Compared to the neatness and might of the 'Banshee' battle group, the situation of the defenders in the north was in dire straits. They were fewer in number, had more flags with different designs, and their command was even less unified.
The defensive soldiers behind the horse were in a panic, turning their heads and looking around from time to time, as if they were ready to escape at any time.
The noble officers commanding the defense ran back and forth waving their sabers in an attempt to boost morale. But it could be heard from their hoarse voices that they themselves did not have much confidence.
The defensive formation in the north was so scattered that anyone with a discerning eye could see that their defeat was imminent.
Under the banner of the Gorgon, several mounted attacker commanders were laughing. Their battle this time was as easy as traveling, and their opponents were vulnerable.
"Is it this group of traitors who drove the Longlegs family out of Cold Wind City? Phils. Longlegs actually had the nerve to tell us that the opponent was very strong. It turned out to be a fallen family that colluded with the devil. What he said is simply not believable."
Laughter sounded under the banshee flag. One of them was particularly tall, wearing a silver-gray half-body armor and a golden peaked helmet. A smooth black velvet cloak covered his body, and the light of magic shone faintly.
This attire alone is a symbol of status, but this man is not only noble in status, but also has an extremely majestic figure. He sits upright on the horse, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and an upright posture. His expression may seem casual, but he is full of awe.
As this man spoke, the knights following him divided into two groups. One group mocked him wildly, while the other group felt obscene.
Someone from the humiliated group spoke up: "Baron Bishop, you are here to help, not to make sarcastic remarks.
What you captured the day before yesterday was just a small town, and those who were executed were low-power rebels. These are just rebellious skirmishers, and they are not powerful to begin with.
When we continue to go north, you will encounter the main rebel force headed by the Allard family, and you will also encounter Victor Hugo who is manipulating the situation behind the scenes. Underestimating the enemy will only bring shame to yourself."
The person who retorted loudly was Exon, the captain of the Guards of the Long-Legs family. This middle-aged man tried hard to protect the reputation of his family. But the sarcastic Baron Golden Crown still sneered disdainfully.
"Victor Hugo, your expressions when you say this name are so ridiculous. How scared do you have to be of him to be so scared?
I have heard this name many times. A black-haired barbarian came out of the Black Forest. He had a good caravan and went to the Banshee Castle to do business.
I heard that he has good governance skills and has recruited thousands of serfs to cultivate a large amount of land. I like hard-working people. When I catch him, maybe I can reward him with the title of steward and let him run the manor for me."
Hahaha......
The laughter under the banner of the Banshee became louder, and all the men of the Golden Crown Knight were overjoyed. He himself glanced forward. Although his heavy-armed spearmen were slow, they were only the last fifty meters away from the rebellious camp in Cold Wind City.
"Blow the trumpet, put down your spear, and prepare to charge."
"Let our wizard drive the summoned beast to rush forward and tear open the opponent's defense line."
"Heavy-armed spearmen must step forward resolutely and crush the opponent's last thought of resistance."
"The rebels on the other side are really useless. They didn't even think about stopping them. Fortunately for me, I carefully arranged the cavalry to guard the flanks."
The battle in the other world is dull, and the competition is carried out along roads and water sources. After the two sides line up, they push forward, and the wizards and knights as the core will not be easily dispatched.
The forest of spears lowered their spear points with shouts and continued to advance slowly. The defenders in the north saw dense numbers of spear heads in their eyes. The soldiers began to fear, and the noble officers were working hard to suppress them.
More than a dozen shadow wolves were summoned by the wizards of Banshee Castle. These monsters quickly passed through the heavy infantry's gun array and launched an attack fearlessly.
For the Shadow Wolf, running a distance of fifty meters only takes two or three breaths.
The attacking heavy spear phalanx was greatly boosted in morale. The soldiers had been walking slowly to preserve their strength. But the commander just right shouted: "Speed up, charge forward!"
Once the heavy steps are taken and the blood is aroused, it is very terrifying for thousands of heavy infantry to launch an assault. The layers of super long guns are divided into three rows and move forward fearlessly with a huge sound.
Even a knight of level 5 or 6 would not dare to fight against the military formation casually, because he cannot resist at all.
As soon as the heavily armored pikemen moved, the banshee cavalry guarding the flanks also moved their horses. As they accelerated, the white cloaked hunters behind them shook like a dazzling wave.
Death was coming, and the two sides were about to come into contact. Heart-piercing screams rang out from the defense lines of Cold Wind City. Many people dropped their weapons and fled back in fear. The defending noble officers quickly lost control of the situation.
Just when the offensive and defensive sides were intertwined with each other, and the defensive side was about to collapse, the 'Banshee' Legion was already wishing victory, and a blood-red battle flag suddenly appeared on the hills to the west of the battlefield.
The hills are only thirty to fifty meters tall and don't look very high from a distance.
But under the red flag, a large group of light cavalry appeared in neat formation, overlooking the entire battlefield.
The troops of Banshee Castle are launching an attack, and the sound of killing is loud. Once this offensive is launched, it will be difficult to stop, and we must move forward.
Baron Bishop, who was in charge of the command, was in high spirits, but the sudden appearance of the red cavalry was like a ladle of cold water poured on his forehead. He had to raise his head to see the opponent's formation clearly.
Solemn, cold and silent, the moment before the explosion...
The flanks of the heavily armored pikemen were completely exposed, and the formation was difficult to reverse. The knights of Banshee Castle accelerated forward, leaving no cover for their entire flanks and rear.
Under the red battle flag, an arm was raised high and then chopped down again.
The brave Qingqi cheered, their blades flashed and poured down.
The fighter plane is handled very well.
Under the banner of the Banshee, Lord Exxon of the Longlegs family let out a sharp scream. He pointed at a huge skeletal war horse on the hills two to three hundred meters away, and cursed in a mixture of shock and anger:
"Victor Hugo, it's Victor Hugo. That bastard came with his own troops."