Jack watched the scene from the side, his heart filled with emotions.
Two portions of holy oil was not something that could not be obtained with the financial resources of Karros Territory, but Sir William would not do so.
From this, it seemed that Sir William had already grasped the secrets of making holy oil.
The ability to baptize a knight on his own was also the difference between a great noble and an ordinary noble.
In the past, only three forces in the Wind Firefly Plains had the right to do so.
But now, a brand new force was rising vigorously!
… …
Horton Plains.
An army of four hundred men slowly rode on the grassy plains.
The tall and sturdy soldiers had bright eyes and were well-equipped. Half of them were wearing leather armor, while the squad leaders were wearing armor inlaid with iron and were also equipped with crossbows. The horses' hooves thundered, and there were dozens of knights patrolling the area. It was obvious that this was an elite army that was armed to the teeth.
In the middle of the forest of spears, a flag was erected. On it was a noble family emblem, representing the identity of this army. It was the private army of a noble.
On the blue flag was a coat of arms in the shape of a shield, with an olive branch and a cross sword as the symbol. If any scholars or heralds were here, they would have recognized it at a glance. It was the emblem of the mysterious Lord of Karros, Sir William!
"My Lord, we will reach the count's barracks in ten miles. There is a group of cavalry coming to guide us!"
Wu Ming, dressed in chainmail, rode on a black warhorse as he looked into the distance.
Not long after, a cavalryman galloped over to report the latest news.
"Has the war begun?"
"Not yet!"
"It's good that the war has not begun!"
Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, "Follow the other party's guidance and enter the barracks. Call the hundred of us immediately!"
In order to shut the mouths of the other nobles, Amelia had sent out a hundred men to serve the count when she received the call for conscription.
Obviously, without a noble leader, such a team would not end up well. If the war started, they would most likely end up as cannon fodder.
Although Wu Ming had a large family business, he could not be so wasteful. Naturally, he had to take them back.
"Report!"
Another Ranger came back with news. "To our left, about five miles away, a group of soldiers is under attack!"
Although the war had yet to begin, it was perfectly normal for mercenary groups, adventurers, and rangers to spy on each other's strength and harass the supply lines.
"Whose army was attacked?"
Wu Ming pondered for a moment and suddenly asked.
"Judging from the flag, it's Baron Terry from Nia Town!"
This reply caused Wu Ming to be slightly surprised. Immediately after, a smile appeared on his face. "How many of them are there?"
"About a hundred!"
"Call a squad of cavalry and follow me!"
With a whistle, Wu Ming led 50 cavalrymen towards Baron Terry.
The closer they got, the clearer the sounds of battle could be heard.
He crossed a low mound and immediately saw a scene — on the opposite plain, a team of more than a hundred people was being chased by another team of the same number.
Although the two sides had similar numbers, the militia on Baron Terry's side were dressed in rags. They held pitchforks and clubs, their faces full of fear.
On the other side was a joint team of mercenaries and adventurers. Not to mention their equipment, at least their courage was commendable.
They drove Baron Terry's army with a loud clamor, like a pack of wolves, driving their prey to keep running, and so leisurely devouring the slowest waves.
Baron Terry was only able to last until now because he had a knight with him.
At the back of the team, a knight covered in black iron armor roared and waved a giant horned hammer, blocking most of the attacks.
Facing a real knight, the mercenaries and adventurers were naturally very afraid. They held their bows and arrows from afar, suppressing the knights with their arrows.
Once the specially-made crossbows surrounded them, it would be a huge threat even to a knight!
From Wu Ming's point of view, if this situation continued, Baron Terry's best outcome would be to be protected by the knight and escape unscathed, leaving the entire army behind.
"Charge!"
Seeing this, he did not hesitate and immediately gave the order.
"Lu lu!"
The warhorses roared, and a team of 50 knights charged into the battlefield. This was a huge shock to the commanders on both sides.
Shortly after, after seeing the flag raised by the cavalry, Baron Terry's side suddenly cheered while the mercenary group began to riot.
Most of them were infantry, and naturally knew the power of organized knights in battle!
Unfortunately, it was too late to escape now.
The commander of this mercenary group shouted loudly, ordering the archers to retreat and the spearmen to move forward, forming a simple square formation.
"They did not immediately run away or collapse. Very smart. Unfortunately …"
Wu Ming laughed coldly and waved his hand.
Xiu xiu!
Behind him, more than 10 knights raised their bows and shot the Grim Reaper's arrows.
Puff!
A large amount of blood blossomed from the spear wielding hands. Perhaps this wave of attacks had only killed a few people, but the casualties that had occurred before the battle had even begun immediately caused the entire spear formation to fall into chaos and collapse.
"Kill!"
Wu Ming roared, his loud voice echoing throughout the battlefield.
He raised his knight's spear horizontally, and like an awl, he ruthlessly pierced into the formation.
Xiu xiu!
Sporadic arrows rained down from the other side, but unfortunately, they were like a joke to his armor. Even if they didn't penetrate his armor, normal arrows wouldn't be able to penetrate his defense. Once they penetrated his skin, they would be squeezed out by his tough muscles.
And with his shocking recovery ability, this kind of wound was like a mosquito bite. There was not even a need to bandage it.
Kacha! Kacha!
The torrent of steel crushed the enemy in an instant. Under the hooves of the horses, blood and flesh flew everywhere.
From the moment they met, the enemy's fate had already been decided.
Wu Ming's spear moved a few times, and casually sent a few mercenaries flying. After seeing that the enemy had completely collapsed, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he chased after the horses.
Among the group of infantry, those who could ride horses were either messengers, high-ranking commanders, or even generals!
As for the defeated soldiers behind him, they had completely lost their will to fight. Even if Baron Terry returned, he would be able to easily deal with them.
"Strength of the People, amplify!"
As the horses galloped, a golden light flashed in Wu Ming's eyes, and a trace of power entered the mount, forming a special amplification.
"Neigh!"
The warhorse he was riding on was originally a pure-blooded breed, and with the amplification, its speed increased by several times. In the blink of an eye, it had caught up with the fleeing soldiers.
"I am James, the leader of the Silver Eagle Mercenary Team. Who defeated me?"
Wu Ming rushed to the front and blocked their retreat. The few cavalrymen reined their horses and seemed to have given up resistance. The leader took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face of about forty years old. He shouted in a deep voice.
He shouted in a low voice, "The one who defeated you is the leader of Caros Territory, William Wallace!"
Wu Ming replied loudly, "Hand over your armor and weapons, and I will fulfill the sacred contract and give you the treatment of prisoners!"
"So it's the legend of the spring tournament, Lord Sword Saint!"
A bitter smile appeared on James' face, "I believe in your character, my lord. Being your prisoner is not a disgrace to me … It's just that I have not lost the ability to fight!"
"Go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately spurred on his warhorse and bravely charged forward.
Wu Ming pulled out the Dragonheart Sword and spurred his horse forward as well. The two swords clashed in mid-air, producing a loud sound.
"Hmm?"
The strength that came from his hand caused Wu Ming to be slightly moved.
The other party had obviously reached the limit of his race, but he had not been baptized by the holy oil. His skills were quite good, and his combat power was comparable to that of a knight.
However, all of this was nothing in Yang Ling's eyes.
Bang!
He used a little of his full strength, and with just one strike, James let out a cry of surprise. The sword in his right hand flew up high and fell straight into the ground, deeply embedded in the turf.
Out of admiration for his courage, Wu Ming did not kill him, but only knocked him out with the scabbard.
Seeing that their leader had been taken down in a few moves, the other two mercenaries looked at each other, and when they saw the cavalry surrounding them, they gritted their teeth and made a decision.
They dismounted and handed over their swords to Wu Ming, "We choose to surrender!"
"Very well, you will be treated like captives!"
Wu Ming called a few people over and detained them. He then turned his horse around and welcomed Baron Terry.
"Oh! William! You really are my lucky star. It's great to be able to see you! "
The baron rode on a horse and wore plate armor. He even had some makeup on his cheeks, making him look very out of place. When he saw Wu Ming, a surprised smile appeared on his face.
"Long time no see, Lord Baron!"
Wu Ming greeted him.
"Thank you for saving me this time, otherwise I would have become a captive again!"
Baron Terry looked at the battlefield with a gloomy expression.
Shortly after, he pointed at the Horned Hammer Knight beside him, "Let me introduce you. This is Knight Orloff!"
"Lord William!"
The black-armored knight took off his helmet, revealing his bull-like head as he spoke in a low, muffled voice.
"Lord Orloff!"
In theory, the other party was of the same rank as him, so Wu Ming returned the greeting.
"Sigh … I left Knight Takur in the territory. Now it seems that I should have brought him along …"
Baron Terry looked a little regretful.
The last war had obviously hurt his baron's bones, and he hadn't recovered yet. He had barely managed to lead the farmers, and it looked very cold. When he heard that Wu Ming had brought five hundred soldiers, the expression on Baron Terry's face became even more ashamed.
"Right, I've already captured the leader of the enemy. He's the leader of the Silver Eagles, James. How do you plan to deal with him, Lord Baron?"
Wu Ming naturally changed the topic.
"James?"
Baron Terry looked a little puzzled. When he saw the captive, his eyes lit up, and he called out, "James Wilford?"
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