Lord of Glory

Chapter 109: Suppression

Chapter 109: Suppression

Back at the front of the army, Grand Duke Victoria turned his horse's head to look back and forth, pulled out the saber from his waist with a slam, and shouted loudly: "Warriors! Did you all see it? Just now this despicable bastard tried to kill Me! Kill your grand duke!" At this point, the sword in the grand duke's hand drew a circle, his round eyes stared at the enemy in front of him and shouted: "This is an insult, a great insult to our homeland, the Principality of Kasmi! Look, my fellow countrymen, they are only three thousand in number, we have a good chance to win!"

The Grand Duke's voice shook like heavenly thunder, shaking the empty plain with rumbles! "Take up your blades and shields, and put these selfless vile people to sleep on this plain forever!" "Raise your arms and howl!" As soon as the Grand Duke's words fell, these 20,000 scale soldiers immediately raised their weapons and howled in excitement! That hooks and scythes, lances, spears, and longswords formed a stern forest of steel, causing the three thousand soldiers watching this scene on the opposite side to instantly get chilled.

At this moment, Marquis Javier looked at the private soldiers behind him who looked at each other and flinched, and suddenly drew his sword. Although the voice was low, it spread strangely throughout the entire battlefield: "Will you die with me?"

These soldiers stared blankly at the Marquis who had made countless achievements in killing the enemy but was excluded by the royal family. But they couldn't say a word. Of course, no one wants to die, especially the way of dying in a foreign land with no bones left. But the next sentence made everyone stunned. But the Marquis turned his head, leaving only his back, looking at the enemy in front of him, and said: "There is no king here, and there are no Maltese nobles. There is only you and me, fighting to the death like a soldier."

In an instant! The eyes of these private soldiers were immediately moistened. They were the private soldiers of the Marquis of Javier, who did not follow the orders of the king and other nobles in the territory, but only the orders of their lord, the Javier line, and who from time to time recited the motto of the Havel family: "To die as a warrior, not as a knight."

To boast of themselves, and proud of it. In this situation, the lord they follow, in front of such a desperate situation, said such words to them. Just as the ancestors of Javier in the history books, leading a group of foreign mercenaries, roared on the battlefield when facing the army of the Kingdom of Nubia! For these words, for this faith! These soldiers instantly shed their previous panic, exuded a parting murderous aura, and raised their weapons as if they were fighting against the Principality of Kasmi, and roared, "We are willing to go to the abyss of hell with Javier!"

Javier heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the roar that shook the world, and nodded in relief. Fortunately, there are still a group of soldiers who did not abandon him. Even if he died, he would have the face to go back to see his ancestors. At this moment, the Grand Duke saw that the other party was not overwhelmed by the momentum here, not only became angry from embarrassment, but shouted: "Archers!"

As soon as the words fell, a knight behind the grand duke immediately put down the blue banner in his hand. The three major knight groups arranged in front, in addition to the grand duke's king's knight group. Marquis Camon's Flaming Lion Knights and White Orchid's Aries Knights immediately moved to the left and right and ran to the two flanks of the army to wait for an opportunity to move. As soon as the two orders moved away, the number of at least two thousand, wearing leather armor, holding small round shields and recurve bow archers came out slowly. Seeing the vast number of archers of this size, the marquis' heart continued to sink. Immediately and decisively, he waved his sword and shouted: "Heavy cavalry range on both flanks, spearmen in front of the shield! Archers at the back!"

Following the Marquis' order, the three thousand soldiers immediately turned around in an orderly manner. When the archers on the Grand Duke's side walked a certain distance, as the commander of the archers waved their hands, these archers immediately pulled out their arrows and strung them up, shooting flat in the front row and back in the back row, releasing their hands with a whoosh!

Like dark clouds covering the sun, this shower of arrows immediately brought up a violent cracking sound and flew towards the Marquis' army! "Line up the shields!" The Marquis on his horse shouted, and the beat of spearmen who had just arrived in front of the group immediately raised their round shields and dropped their bodies on one knee as far as possible to avoid the flying arrows. "Duh duh duh duh!"

A sound of arrows piercing into the shield was heard one after another, and occasionally some unlucky people around could be heard to be pierced by arrows and were wailing. The Marquis with a face full of anger had just put down his shield, but then he saw that the vast archers had drawn up their bows again, and on either side of the archers there was a large pile of armor with all kinds of weapons in hand and wearing all kinds of armor, obviously a group of mercenaries recruited from all over the world, were roaring and raising their weapons, rushing down the hill and pounding straight into the Marquis' position! "Bastards!"

Just as the Marquis was cursing the shamelessness of his opponent, the next wave of arrows came again, and the helpless soldiers raised their shields to resist, but by the time the wave of arrows was survived, the large group of mercenaries with murderous intent was already very close!

"Attack!" The Marquis roared, and the swordsmen and spear sergeants who had been waiting for a long time immediately roared in unison at this moment, blocking the shield in front of them, and the spears protruded from the edge of the shield, stepping forward in unison. Moving those armored legs, it turned into a whirlwind and rushed over!

With a bang, the soldiers of the two sides came into contact with each other at this moment, and were immediately sent flying against each other by their respective strong momentum. A bearded mercenary just took advantage of a colleague in front of him being pushed over, and when the enemy showed a little gap, Immediately rushed up with a strong momentum, the shield hit the spear sergeant's body! With a slap, the enemy flew out before even howling, but before the big man could show a chuckle, three icy spears pierced through his thin iron plate, breaking through his back. But before he could pull out the spear, the two-handed ax in another mercenary greeted him.

This is a meat grinder. No matter how good your martial arts and how agile you are, in such an extremely chaotic and dangerous place, the only outcome is to be hacked to death by the enemy. Paladin, who was hiding behind the team at this moment, was very frightened. The battlefield was not as glorious and beautiful as the bards and biographers described it. There is only killing and being killed here, only red blood and black swords. It is simply the abyss hell in the mythology! "Let's go, Paladin. Hurry up and set up tents nearby, and so people can be saved."

Suddenly, Paladin was tapped on the shoulder, turned around, only to see Archbishop Sarrier say such a cruel thing in the casual tone of going to the garden. Paladin was stunned for a while before he could react, bowed his head expressionlessly and said, "Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop, let's prepare now." Contrary to Sarrier's expectation, Paladin, who was born in a noble family, because this was the first time he saw this kind of cruel war, he burst into tears and vomited non-stop. At least he was in a stupid state like losing his soul.

But now Paladin's expression made Sarrier smile a little. He didn't even look at the other priests around him who had fallen from their horses and vomited on the ground, or the other priests with dead white faces in a daze, with a very curious expression. He asked in a calm tone: "When you see a dead person for the first time, you will always react. Auxiliary Bishop Paladin, it seems that you have seen a lot of dead people." "There are no dead people, and they all returned to the embrace of the god Enos. It's a real relief." Casually snorting, Paladin felt overwhelmed for the first time. On one hand, he had to deal with the doppelganger who was about to join the war battle, and on the other hand, he had to take care of this Sarrier so as not to be seen in anything. For the first time, he had an unprecedented feeling of fatigue.