When a rain of arrows flew out of the forest, the knights on horseback had no idea what was going on.
To be honest, they didn't even consider that they would be attacked … Because in the minds of the knights of the Kingdom of Karen, the side with fewer people would never initiate a war.
These "knights" who were idle at home all year round had no military qualities to speak of. At the end of the day, they were just a group of ordinary people who were armed and trained. In a country with a feudal system, most of the knights who worshipped individual strength were hotheads. They only knew how to charge forward the moment they entered the battlefield, completely ignoring the coordination and dispatch. Thus, once the battle started, the side with more people would rush over and fight with the enemies in front of them. As they fought, they would realize that the number of enemies was decreasing, and they would then win.
It sounded ridiculous, but this was indeed the process of most "battles" between the nobles of the kingdom. The concept of "victory or defeat is decided by numbers" had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Looking at the caravan in front of him, not only did his army outnumber them by a fold, but they had also surrounded them. Under such circumstances, how could the caravan still dare to retaliate?
However, this hesitation only appeared for a moment. In the next moment, the successive screams that sounded out caused them to be completely dumbfounded!
Three or four squires in the front row were shot down on the spot before they could draw their swords. The knights on horseback were much luckier. Their armors clanked and bounced off many arrows. When they realized what was going on, they clamped their horses' bellies and charged towards the front line of the caravan. The squires on both sides came to their senses and followed closely behind them, roaring as they swarmed up.
However, in front of them, the two sides of the camp had already formed a "wall" with more than a dozen carriages to defend against the charge, leaving only two "gaps" that were five to six meters wide for the enemy to pass through. These gaps were also specially set up with barricades, so the charging knights couldn't take advantage of their speed at all. The infantrymen were even more crowded, and in the process of approaching, more than a dozen of them were shot down by the wood elves!
It was impossible for the Wood Elves to not be nervous when facing an enemy that was twice their size. When the enemy shouted and charged, Randolf and the two Wood Elves beside him took a step back and started firing their arrows nervously.
Henry, who was at the side, revealed a faint smile and did not say anything. He just tugged at his belt that was a little tight, turned around, and walked toward the center of the campsite.
In less than seven or eight seconds, the frontline soldiers had already come into contact with the incoming enemies.
The soldiers protecting the caravan were originally Templars. Their strength and teamwork were far stronger than the farmers who only knew how to farm. After putting on the armor that was far stronger than the knights, they immediately showed an overwhelming advantage when they fought the enemy!
However, the difference in equipment wasn't the reason for Fatty Harry's calmness. Just as the Knights were about to charge at close range, a team of twenty Knights suddenly appeared from the other side of the forest.
They had been hiding silently for a long time. Now that they appeared, they immediately cut into the enemy's formation like a sharp blade.
Boom!
The leading knight in black armor raised his spear and stabbed forward, causing a lot of squires and cavalries to be sent flying away with his symbolic battle qi.
"It's Wellington!"
"How is this possible?!"
The Knights, who had been gathering all their strength to attack, were instantly thrown into chaos. They might not know who Roddy or Sodelor were, but they definitely knew what the name "Wellington" meant.
He was the most powerful Knight in the territory and one of the Dukes Of Angmar's right-hand men!
The Knights who were charging forward under the rain of arrows were dumbfounded. Their intelligence said that Knight Wellington had already gone to the south of the territory. Why would he suddenly appear here?!
The only answer they got was the sound of the spear exploding with the battle qi.
Although Wellington's troops weren't large in number, their combat power was unparalleled. They quickly tore apart the defensive line like a scalpel. In just an instant, the team of a hundred people fell into panic and chaos.
The arrows of the Wood Elves hiding in the forest never stopped. Buffon, who was supervising the battle from the front with a short sword, loudly gave the order to "counterattack" after cutting down three groups of enemies. When more than sixty soldiers rushed out of the camp with swords and shields in their hands, this short battle was basically declared a victory.
"Hu …"
Randolf shot the last arrow in the quiver and immediately realized that his legs were a little stiff because of nervousness. He frowned and was not satisfied with his own performance. Obviously, in his eyes, a qualified warrior should be able to remain calm in the face of any battle. Right now, he was obviously still lacking.
But in such a battle, perhaps Natha would not be able to be as calm as him, right?
Randolf subconsciously made some comparisons in his heart and regained some confidence. He then immediately gave a signal to the dozens of Wood Elves hiding in the forest to enter the camp to rest.
What he had to do next was to "wait". After cleaning up the battlefield, Randolf still had to lead the team to escort them into the Silent Forest.
On the other side of the battlefield, Knight Wellington had already led his team to charge back and forth three times. This group of knights who had no combat power could not resist their attacks at all and had already begun to surrender or flee.
Wellington swung his lance, and drops of blood instantly scattered everywhere. His eyes hidden under the helmet did not show any signs of emotion. After enduring and lying low for the past few days, it was finally time for him to explode. But this kind of battle did not make him feel "carefree". He was very clear that the nobles who could make the Dukes Of Angmar difficult were definitely not just a few clowns.
While he was thinking about this problem, he who was at the edge of the battlefield suddenly turned his head and looked into the forest.
He then took off his heavy helmet and carefully listened to the movements outside of the battlefield. After a few seconds, he immediately urged his horse to rush to the center of the camp.
At this time, Henry had already determined that the battle was over. He was chatting with Buffon about how to deal with the few rude knights. Seeing Wellington rushing over, Fatty quickly stood up and asked, "Sir Knight, what's the matter?"
"There's movement in the west. Is it our people?"
"West? We didn't arrange anyone in the west … Could it be Captain Roddy's team? "
Henry was a little stunned, but his heart suddenly had a bad premonition. Buffon who was beside him understood that something was wrong. He stood up and shouted at the soldiers, "Gather the troops! Gather the defense line! Hurry up! "
The soldiers were at a loss of what to do. They had just won the battle and didn't understand what had happened. They turned around and looked at the center of the camp. They saw Fatty Henry climbing up a carriage in a comical manner and looking into the distance with a solemn face …
The sounds of the battlefield became quiet because of the collective silence of the soldiers. Because of this, some movement from the west immediately attracted their attention.
The edge of the forest was only about 50 meters away from here. As the rumbling sound became louder and louder, Henry immediately realized that the number of people rushing here was definitely not less than 300!
"Gather the formation! Hurry up! "
Buffon shouted with all his might. The soldiers gradually reacted and directly abandoned the unconscious or subdued captives. They immediately retreated back to the camp's defense line. But before all of them returned, a large group of cavalrymen suddenly appeared in their vision!
More than 50 armored cavalrymen rushed out of the forest and hesitated for a moment. Then, they immediately pointed their spears at the camp. It was obvious that they had already confirmed their target. Behind them, groups of soldiers rushed out one after another …
They wore the same standard armor and had obviously gone through a long period of combat training. When they coordinated with the cavalrymen to charge forward, they even consciously lined up in a formation!
Looking at them from afar, this group of nearly 400 people suddenly attacked with the momentum of a lightning bolt. Their imposing manner far surpassed the group of cavalrymen from before …
They didn't have any insignias on them, but the quality of their equipment was completely comparable to the Dukes Of Angmar's private army!
Fatty Henry no longer had the relaxed expression from before. Buffon who was at the side distributed arrows to Randolf and the others. Randolf and the group of Wood Elves turned pale and completely panicked. Because everything in front of them was completely unexpected!
No one knew where this group of people came from, and Roddy also did not have a backup plan to deal with this situation!
"The camp will not be able to withstand this kind of attack …" The Knight of Wellington looked around with a serious face. The "open area" that they had specially chosen previously had caused them to completely lose the space to retreat. Wellington simply judged the situation of the enemy and himself. After seeing a few familiar figures in the enemy's team, he cursed in a low voice, "Busero and Barr … This is Juan's team!"
As early as a few days ago, Wellington had already found traces of Viscount Juan's shadow behind these incidents. However, this suspicion was only one-sided and there was no conclusive evidence.
And now, the enemy's main force had actually appeared here, which clearly proved Juan's ambition. But at this time, "proof" was already meaningless. Looking at the enemy's formation, it was obvious that they did not intend to leave anyone alive!
Wellington was powerful and had the confidence to break out of the encirclement. But the outcome of a battle was never something that could be changed by one person. It was easy for him to escape, but it was unknown how many of the entire team could survive …
Obviously, Henry and Buffon also realized this point and revealed a hesitant expression. But Henry did not have much hesitation before he made a decision. He looked at the flustered Wood Elves and turned to Wellington, "Sir Roddy told me that all missions are based on the survival of the Wood Elves. So … please, I will let all the cavalry to assist in breaking out of the encirclement. As long as we can bring them out, it will be fine."
He pointed at Randolf and the others, and then smiled helplessly, "Breaking out of the encirclement requires good horsemanship and fast running. Who asked me to be lazy and fat to run …"
Henry had always doubted Roddy's decisions, or had various thoughts in his mind. Usually, he would say some "rebellious" words to Buffon, or always expose some thoughts that he did not dare to let Roddy know …
However, only he himself knew what he owed and what he should do.
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