In terms of strength, Henry and his men were naturally at an absolute disadvantage.
They were located in an open area on the riverbank. Their current forces consisted of 40 cavalrymen and 40 infantrymen with swords and shields. It sounded like a lot of people, but against a mixed army of more than 300 soldiers, it was hard for them to win.
The 'wall' made of carriages could temporarily defend against an enemy of less than 100 soldiers. However, if a large number of soldiers were to surround them, the camp would inevitably be attacked from both sides. Unless there were reinforcements, they would definitely face the danger of being surrounded and annihilated.
"Cavalrymen, get ready to break through!"
At this moment, Buffon immediately chose to support Henry's decision. He loudly ordered the soldiers in the team and turned around. He pointed at Randolf and the others and said in the Elven language, "Get on the horses! Follow them and charge out! "
In such an urgent situation, no one hesitated. Randolf and the others thought that they were dead for sure, but they did not expect Fatty to wave his hand and give away their only hope of survival. This surprised the group of Elves. Randolf wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Buffon pushed him to the side of the warhorse.
"This is an order. Don't talk nonsense!"
Randolf staggered a few steps and looked at the group of humans with complicated feelings. In the end, he gritted his teeth and led the team to the spare horses. Just as they were about to turn around, an explosion suddenly sounded from the front line more than 10 meters away!
"Boom …"
Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see the two enemy knights raising their lances at the same time and combining their Battle Aura to blast a carriage into pieces. Then, they took the opportunity to tear apart the defensive line and directly rushed into the camp amidst the flying debris!
A few cavalrymen and more than 10 infantrymen immediately charged in. The other soldiers who could not squeeze in went around the sides of the carriages. It was obvious that they were waiting for an opportunity to attack from the back. Outside the carriages, the soldiers from both sides had already engaged in close combat!
According to the plan, Viscount Juan's troops should not have been exposed at this time. However, the plan could not keep up with the changes. When Knight Wellington suddenly announced that he was leaving Paar Territory, Juan realized that this was a great opportunity. Initially, he was a little hesitant, but after seeing Henry's shocking gains in Hollier City, he finally decided to … make the first move!
Juan was very clear that if he didn't seize this opportunity, the huge "cake" that was the "Wood Elf Village" would immediately be divided by the other nobles who were eyeing it covetously. They wouldn't leave any scraps for himself.
Because of this, Juan couldn't wait to mobilize all the troops he could and launch a surprise attack on the caravan like a thunderbolt.
Juan's territory had been weak for many years, but his ambitions were far beyond the reach of other nobles … This schemer would not easily make a move, but once he did, he would not leave any leeway.
The construction cost of fifty fully armored cavalrymen was astonishing, and it was almost comparable to the private army of the Dukes Of Angmar. The three to four hundred infantrymen were similarly well-equipped, and they were professional soldiers who had undergone long periods of military training. With the financial resources of Juan's territory, to be able to nurture such a large number of elite troops was already considered 'scheming' and 'ambitious'.
This was all of Juan's chips. After ten years of planning and nurturing, this team was finally pushed onto the gambling table by him.
Randolf led the Wood Elves to fire two rounds of arrows, but when the enemy raised their round shields, their arrows immediately lost their threat. They were almost useless against the sturdy armor and shields.
Wellington frowned and put on his helmet. When the enemy broke into the camp, he rushed out. His metal spear created a whistling sound when he waved it. But regardless of whether he could stop these guys or not, an unchangeable fact was placed in front of them. If the camp was breached, the enemy would gradually infiltrate and annihilate them.
At this moment, if they wanted to live, the only way was to break out of the encirclement.
Randolf, who was riding on the horse, stopped shooting arrows. He looked around and realized that the enemy had surrounded him. He wanted to run, but he didn't know which direction to go. Wellington saw this situation and immediately swung his spear horizontally, smashing a large number of enemies into the air. After that, he unsheathed his longsword and raised his hand to cast the 'Battle Aura Clone' skill, barely repelling the enemy's cavalry. He turned around and shouted, "Follow me!"
In this situation, no one had the time to think too much. In the face of danger, there must be sacrifices, and the sacrifices must be valuable. So, Wellington chose to break out of the encirclement without hesitation and tried his best to preserve his strength.
With two Battle Aura Clones protecting him, Wellington took the lead and rushed out of the camp. More than twenty knights who had not participated in the battle gathered behind him, squeezing Randolf and the others in the middle. They waved their longswords and tried their best to break out of the encirclement …
The swords waved, and blood splattered. On the chaotic battlefield, the waves of enemies seemed to have completely drowned them.
Randolf, who was sitting on the warhorse, was squeezed in the middle of the team. His vision was filled with dust and smoke when the warhorse galloped. He squinted his eyes and felt that he was being pushed out by the team uncontrollably. Looking to the left, the soldiers in the camp with swords and shields were trying their best to push the enemies out, desperately creating space for the troops to break out of the encirclement. When he looked to the right, he saw Buffon who was waving his sword and Henry who was roaring and rushing forward …
Randolf still remembered the smile on Fatty's face a few minutes ago. But now, Fatty was covered in blood, and his face was full of malevolence …
What were these humans sacrificing themselves for?
Randolf inexplicably felt that the panic in his heart was washed away by a surge of hot blood … His stiff limbs seemed to have regained their senses. He looked down at the short bow in his hand, gritted his teeth, pulled out an arrow, turned around and started shooting!
Because he was in the middle of the crowded team, he could only choose to shoot. Although he might not hit the target, such an action was to vent his inner emotions.
Since humans were willing to sacrifice themselves, why couldn't he choose to fight?
Knight Wellington in the front waved his sword crazily, but the well-equipped and powerful enemies made the team move slower and slower. The escorting cavalries on both sides were under great pressure. The team was compressed and dragged out. They could only rely on the momentum of the warhorse to move forward …
Fortunately, the number of enemies besieging them was not enough to hold back the cavalry. Juan also made a "mistake". Although he put all his troops into this battle, he did not expect the Wellington Knight to appear here. Busero and Barr, the two knights, could be called "sharp blades" to most of the noble troops in the territory, but in front of the "ghost knights", they had no advantage at all.
So, after ten seconds of charging, Wellington's team finally broke out of the encirclement.
More than twenty knights and fifteen Wood Elves broke out of the encirclement, but the price was that Henry, Buffon and the remaining forty soldiers were collectively left in the enemy's encirclement …
But the ultimate goal of these enemies was not to annihilate them. When they realized that the Wood Elves in the camp had escaped, Busero and Barr immediately decided to lead the team to chase after Wellington.
After shouting the order, more than half of the soldiers that surrounded Henry immediately changed their target and chased after Randolf and the others …
They all understood that Wellington and the guards of the Chamber of Commerce were not important. Only these Wood Elves were the key to whether or not they could "find" and "control" Erza Village!
The Elves' riding skills were not good. After breaking out of the encirclement, the other knights began to accelerate, but Randolf and the others were unable to coordinate the movement of the warhorse and slowed down. Wellington, who was charging at the front, could not do anything about it. His teammates were not capable enough, and no matter how strong he was, he could not turn the situation around …
At this time, Randolf also realized the reason why his team was being chased. He looked back at the enemies that were gradually catching up, took a deep breath, and then made the most courageous decision in his life …
"Warriors of Erza Village, we will fight to the death!"
Since the enemy wanted to find and even destroy the village through him, then why not choose to sacrifice himself?
He clenched his teeth and controlled the reins to stop the warhorse. Then, he turned around and madly began to shoot at the back!
When life and death were out of his mind, it was the first time Randolf experienced the calmness of a heart that was as still as water … His eyes no longer focused on the surrounding noises or swaying shadows, only the landing point of the arrow.
The long arrow flew out and grazed the upper edge of a knight's chest armor and shot into his throat.
This feeling was what Randolf had always been pursuing, but when he reached for the quiver, he realized that he only had one arrow left.
But at this moment, Randolf did not show any signs of panic or despair. He only gently breathed out and locked his eyes on Busero who was wearing a cylindrical helmet …
His fingers pulled the bowstring, and the arrow suddenly flew out, spinning towards Busero …
"Ding!"
The arrow hit the helmet, but in the next moment, it was bounced off.
Randolf sighed and was about to reach for his dagger, but in the next second, he saw Busero's helmet being hit by an arrow that appeared from the side …
Unlike before … the sturdy helmet was suddenly pierced by this arrow, and his entire body was sent flying by the huge force, and he fell to the ground with a thud!
Because of the closed helmet, Randolf could not see the wound, but the blood that flowed out from the gap and the arrowhead that came out from the other side showed how powerful this arrow was.
His helmet and head were both pierced through.
Who was it?!
Randolf was sure that none of the Wood Elves had such an ability. Just as he was about to scan his surroundings, screams of agony rang in his ears. Arrows flew out from the side of the forest and accurately struck the charging knights. The knights who were chasing after them were thrown into a complete mess!
None of these arrows missed their target, and the noisy battlefield seemed to be only left with the whooshing sound of the arrows and the strange muffled sound of metal arrowheads piercing through the armor …
When the long sound of the horn rang out, it was especially abrupt on the empty riverbank.
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