Chapter 320 The Humiliating Defeat of the Orc Hussars
“Katherdar is a plain-looking guy and a bit ugly, but he is quite reliable in his work. If you let him pretend to be defeated, look at it. It’s like he’s really defeated.”
Lying behind the bushes, Halwin licked his split hare lips and showed a sly smile to the attendant beside him.
The mountains and plains are full of running knights. They throw away their helmets and weapons, and rush left and right on the intricate roads and trails.
Behind them were groups of orc hussars holding the battle flags of the Three-faced God of Horror.
Due to Langsand County's former wetland and swampy terrain, the remaining roads are all twists and turns.
The retinue of knights were like hares being chased by hounds, being constantly divided, surrounded and strangled by the lycanthropic hussars.
But as the retinue of knights fell down one by one, Helwin's eyebrows gradually wrinkled.
When the dirt roads were stained red with blood, the attendant finally couldn't restrain his inner doubts.
"Hai, Lord Herwin, it seems that they are really defeated."
"I know." Halwin's eyes darkened completely.
Needless to say, the attendant has discovered this himself.
At the current rate of casualties, these fleeing knights will be killed and wounded in surrender and hacking before they reach the Canglan Valley.
The one escaping at the front is Kaserdar.
"Prepare a coffin for Casedar." Halwin took a deep breath and pulled out the shining knight's sword from his waist.
"He's not dead yet."
"I know." Helwin got on his horse and said, "Remember, it was because of his mistakes in this battle that I had to change the feint to lure the enemy into Real victory, do you understand?”
“Huh?”
The attendant was still in shock, and Helwin rushed out with two hundred extraordinary knights. .
Unlike Kaserdar, a Kushite, Helwin is a migrated French noble.
After selling all the estates in his hometown, his father purchased a manor in Longsandshire.
According to the laws of the empire, nobles are not allowed to freely buy and sell territory.
But in actual implementation, there are still nobles buying and selling land and the people on the land under the guise of territorial exchange.
Helwin's Fret family is a border earl from the South River Land. This is a special title, equivalent to the military governor of the border area.
However, Herwin's family first went bankrupt in the colonial investment of Green Dragon Linhai, and then sold weapons and horses, and was investigated by the then young French Prime Minister Loenzo.
King Nian of France had guarded the frontier with his family for many years before he gave them a chance. He demoted him to an ordinary earl and ordered the Freet family to move their residence to Langsand County.
Qianhe River Valley is the destination and retirement place for all failed nobles, but their descendants never admit defeat.
Helwin is like this. He insists on regaining his former honor. Whether in France or Leia, he must become the honorable border count again!
So, even though the sand sculpture knight Niedersall gave the order to feign defeat and retreat, he decided to wash away his shame with a victory.
He even sent Casedar to attack the village, with the purpose of ambushing here, instead of the strategic deception of "retreating after encountering defeat" that Niedersal wanted.
After all, Helwin didn't want to be too rude when dealing with such peasant rebels. He could win with a lance between his buttocks.
As for Niedersall's plan and the overall situation, no matter what, I want to make a name for myself anyway and get my first victory against the Salvation Army!
If it doesn’t work, just blame it on the scapegoat, Cassedal.
“Look for the flag of the Freit family! Charge with me!”
The rumble of horse hooves reflected back and forth in the mountain stream. At the corner of the valley, a hundred extraordinary knights were like a tide. gushing out.
Their mission was to pretend to fight back and then escape, giving up large tracts of territory to the Salvation Army.
But now, they will fight for real victory.
Witnessing the group of extraordinary knights sweeping down the hillside like thunder, Grush's heart tightened and he immediately blew the horn.
The rapid and sharp sound echoed on the battlefield, constantly calling the 150 orc hussars to retreat.
The hussars seemed to be carried away by the blood of killing and turned a deaf ear to the retreat horn.
They gathered in groups, with bloodthirsty light shining in their eyes, and they were actually preparing to charge towards the heavily armored knights.
"I'm talking about you, come back, you come back, this is an order!" Grush picked up the hammer and spear and chased after him, shouting the name of the leading hussar, "Lehsi, Can you come back? Come back!"
"Mr. Grush, what should we do now?" The accompanying military judge chased after him on horseback, his voice half swallowed by the wind.
Looking at the anxious face of the military judge, Grush turned his head and glanced, only to see that the hussars were about to confront the extraordinary knights head-on.
He gritted his teeth, turned around and roared at the messenger beside him: "Send the signal quickly! Red smoke!"
"Send a flare! Red smoke!" the military judge shouted behind him.
The orderer quickly lit the smoke bomb and loaded it into the Rick Type 1 signal gun.
As the trigger was pulled, a line of blood-red smoke cut across the sky and lingered for a long time.
On the other side of the mountains and forests, a column of emerald green smoke also rose, echoing it from a distance. When Grush finally rushed to the front line, the orc hussars were almost in close combat with the extraordinary knights.
Grush, who regained command, knew that a head-on confrontation was tantamount to seeking death. He waved his hammer and spear and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Turn to the right, quickly! Anyone who disobeys the order will be punished by Huo Ge's wrath!" "
After hearing this, the hussars finally began to carry out the orders reluctantly, and then Grush saw a scene that made him despair.
The hussars are indeed turning their horses, but some of them are indeed turning to the right, but some are turning to the left!
In the crashing sound, the horses neighed and fell or threw off the riders on their backs.
Despite relying on their sensitivity and sense of balance, the lycanthropes suddenly divided into two groups like butterflies passing through flowers, one group spinning to the left, and the other group spinning to the right.
But behind their horses, there were seven or eight companions who fell off their horses, holding their thighs and arms and wailing.
Looking at the hussars who were on their backs, Helwin almost laughed out of anger.
He really didn’t understand why he had to implement the so-called strategy of luring the enemy deep in the face of such an enemy.
As expected, the knights in the north of Jinhe Township have not experienced the torture of the bloody battle at Black Snake Bay, and their martial ethics and purity are too low.
"Telescopic quick step! Raise the gun! Charge!"
Close, finally close, the two groups of hussars on the left and right did not go around, but launched a pincer offensive on their own.
The moment the silver flood collided with the gray flood, the sound of lances exploding could be heard endlessly, sawdust flew everywhere, and could even penetrate into people's skin.
The dozen or so hussars in the first row failed to dodge the blow, and watched helplessly as the lances protruded out, passing through the leather armor and uniforms and reaching their hearts.
A dozen corpses fell from their horses, and the bloody holes in their chests revealed a broken and sticky heart covered with purple blood vessels.
“Dang!”
The huge shock that came from his hand made the hussar's eyes widen, and he almost let his saber fall out of his hand.
On the armor of Knight Ibe who was speeding past, there was only a hair-deep white mark.
After the first round of charge, all one hundred extraordinary knights survived, while only one hundred and twenty-five of the one hundred and fifty orc hussars remained.
Had it not been for the extraordinary talent of the orc hussars, which is equivalent to the constant "Khan potion", otherwise the casualties would have been even more severe.
The beast-turned-people looked at the chipped knives in their hands, and then looked at each other's blood-stained faces.
"Run!" This time they knew they were going to run away without Grush's order.
But it was a little late, and Helwen was not ready to let them go.
"Catch up! Kill Sour Melon Town!"
Wiping the red blood on the blade with a handkerchief, Halwin's body trembled slightly with excitement.
Following the hussars, the extraordinary knights discarded their broken lances with a grin, pulled out their knight swords, and charged towards the hussars.
"Damn devil!"
"Ahhh——"
"My back hurts, damn, I touched my spine!"
Knight The sword was like Death's scythe, and with every swing an Orc hussar fell.
Occasionally, one or two desperate hussars rushed back. They danced their scimitars like Hallelujah's whirlwind, but they still could not break the armor of the extraordinary knights.
The scimitar cut a streak of sparks on the armor, and the knights casually slashed their swords, leaving deep wounds visible to the bones.
With a single sweep of the sword, half of the skull and two animal ears flew up. Halwin wiped the brains from the sword on the collar of the corpse in disgust.
Without the support of the Holy Gun Cavalry and the Salvation Army Infantry, they became almost the same as ordinary mortal light cavalry.
The previous retinue of knights ran back and began to help the knight masters divide the siege, driving the prey together like a hunt.
“The morale of these rebels is quite high.”
From Helwin's perspective, after fighting to this extent, these light cavalry should retreat, but so far none of the hussars have surrendered.
Even during the escape, under the command of the officer holding the hammer and spear, they actually formed a vague formation again.
But so what? My knight is invincible in the world!
"Your Excellency Halwin, are we still chasing?" A knight of Cushite origin stepped up his horse and pushed forward.
Helwin glanced sideways at the knight and didn't even say a word. He just raised his chin and continued to rush forward.
Amid the whispers around him, the Cushite knight's face turned slightly red. He gritted his teeth and nodded towards Helwyn: "Then I will retreat."
"Yes." Helwin didn't know where he was coming from. Nose or throat answered muffled.
The black-haired Kushite knight slowed down his horse and held the reins tightly, almost to the point of bleeding.
Obviously you are the ones from other places! He can actually show off his power over us!
Looking at Halwin's back, the knight suddenly turned his head and looked to one side.
How could he see a corner of the black and red flag on the five-meter-high wrinkled earth bag?
(End of this chapter)