Translator: Mr Voltaire Editor: Modlawls123 Another group of people surrounded Captain Adams. Pat wasn't injured because he was also a Shield Bearer. With a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, he could protect himself but not attack. However, at this moment, Pat was panting heavily. He was mostly providing protection for Jim. That Captain Adams clenched his teeth and swung his sword at Jim. It was obvious that he hated Jim to the core.
"You guys back off, let me handle this." Laurist said as he entered the circle of three people fighting. The sword in his hand blocked Captain Adams' sword that was aimed at Jim.
Pat and Jim heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly retreated. Although it was two against one, the pressure that the 3-star Silver rank Captain Adams gave to the 1-star Silver rank Pat and the 2-star Silver rank Jim was much greater. If it wasn't for Pat being a Shield Bearer and having that artificially trained dynamic vision, the two of them wouldn't have been able to block Captain Adams' attack.
"It's you?" Captain Adams recognized the bloody Laurist and was startled. He hurriedly turned his head, but his line of sight was blocked by the surrounding guards and guards.
"Stop looking. Those two Gold rank Shield Bearers of yours are already dead. I killed them." Laurist said indifferently, "Are you satisfied now? Your Flying Feather Mercenary Group's men are almost all dead. Not many are still alive. Many of my family's soldiers have died as well. These people lost their precious lives in vain because you refused to surrender. Now it's your turn. Are you happy? "
"Nonsense! How could you possibly kill them? You must be lying, right … … "Captain Adams didn't listen to Laurist's words carefully. When Laurist said that the two Gold rank Shield Bearers had been killed by him, Captain Adams was stunned. After a while, he jumped up and retorted loudly.
"Is there any use in lying to you? You should look around and understand. Spread out and let this son of a b * tch see clearly, "Laurist ordered hatefully.
The guards and guards retreated more than ten steps and formed a large circle. Captain Adams looked around and saw blood everywhere. The corpses of the Flying Feather Mercenaries were lying on the ground. The armored soldiers were rummaging through the corpses on the ground. If they found that they were their comrades, they would carry them to the side. If they saw an injured member of the Flying Feather Mercenaries, they would immediately raise their swords and give him a quick death. From time to time, a blood-curdling scream could be heard …
"This, this, how could this be …" Commander Adams felt as if he had suffered a heavy blow. He took two steps back and his face turned deathly pale. In the beginning, he was still commanding the Flying Feather Mercenary Group and gaining the upper hand. However, when Jim and the other mercenaries joined the battle, he remembered that Jim had lied to him. If it weren't for Jim and the other mercenaries, he wouldn't have let his guard down and allowed his subordinates to rest in the tent area, which would have led to them falling into the trap.
At that moment, Commander Adams forgot his duty. He only wanted to cut Jim and the other mercenaries into a thousand pieces. Hence, he gave up on Padt and went to settle the score with Jim. Luckily, Padt didn't give up. He kept pestering Commander Adams and teamed up with Jim. They fought fiercely, causing Commander Adams to forget to check the situation around him. When he woke up, he was already facing Laurist. He even heard the grievous news that Laurist had brought him.
"My child … My Flying Feather Mercenary Group …" At this moment, Captain Adams was completely disheartened. He stared at Lollister, and his eyes gradually turned bloodshot. He only wanted to kill this pretty boy in front of him, this detestable Baron Norton, even if he had to die with him …
"I'll kill you!" Commander Adams rushed forward with his sword.
Laurist quickly retreated, and the two of them passed by each other. However, Adams' head flew high into the air, and his headless body sprayed blood as he took a dozen steps forward before falling to the ground with a plop.
It was finally over. Laurist felt very tired. His heart was tired, and his body was even more tired. He could only stab his sword into the ground to support himself so that he wouldn't fall.
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Sederkamp ran down from the wall and came to Laurist's side, "My lord, you …"
Laurist said tiredly, "Sederkamp, I'm fine. I'm just very tired. Help me find a place to sit …"
Soon, a chair appeared in front of Laurist. After sitting down, Laurist said, "Sederkamp, call Steward Cordan and Butler Boris here. I have some orders for them. Also, go and calculate the casualties on the battlefield. I want to know the losses as soon as possible."
"My lord, please give me your orders." Steward Cordan and Butler Boris came. Facing the bloody battlefield, Steward Cordan didn't seem to care, but Butler Boris' face was pale. He looked like he was trying very hard not to vomit.
"Steward Cordan, go to the camp outside the city and immediately organize the youths who came with us to the construction of the castle. First, form a few garrison squads. One hundred and twenty people will form a squad. Organize as many as you can. Give them all the weapons you need from the warehouse. Once you're organized, go and take over the defense of the city."
"Yes, my lord. I understand. I'll do it now." Steward Cordan bowed and left in a hurry.
"Butler Boris, I'll leave the new slaves to you. Arrange for their food and lodging. Make sure they don't cause any trouble. Do you understand?" Laurist ordered.
"My lord, I understand. I'll make sure they stay in the camp quietly." Butler Boris bowed and turned to the other side of the empty space in the valley where the slaves had just finished watching the bloody battle. However, he didn't walk far before he could no longer bear the stench of blood and started to vomit.
"Wuuu …" A cry sounded. Lebrist raised his head and saw Redi supporting Overkiss, who was wrapped in several layers of bandages, as they hobbled towards him. Overkiss was crying like a child with tears and mucus running down his face. He looked extremely sad.
Laurist lowered his head dejectedly. A large portion of the guards and guards that had been lost this time were former bandits who had followed Overkiss to Laurist's side. It was no wonder that he was crying so sadly.
Redi and Ovis finally reached Laurist. Ovis immediately knelt in front of Laurist and hugged his thigh, sobbing uncontrollably. "My lord, they're all dead. Peter, Mark, Anker, Wesson … … Wu … …"
Laurist recognized the few names that Ovis reported. They were Ovis' old subordinates, people from his hometown. They had deserted with him and brought their families to become bandits … …
Laurist patted Ovis' shoulder lightly and muttered, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have thought of everything so optimistically. I thought that the mercenaries would surrender once we surrounded them, but I forgot that even a cornered dog can jump over a wall … …"
"Redi, you did well. Are your injuries alright?"
"I'm fine. They're just small wounds. They'll heal in two days. My lord, I just killed a Silver-ranked mercenary. This is the first time I've defeated an opponent of a higher rank. I'm really happy. "Redi beamed with joy as he spoke of his achievements.
Laurist smiled. "I saw it. Not bad. However, you cannot be arrogant. After all, the main reason you were able to defeat your opponent was because he had nowhere else to run. We've obtained victory on the battlefield, and the outcome is set. Your opponent panicked, and that's why you won. If he had calmed down, he might have continued to tangle with you and even added a few more wounds to your body. You have to train harder in the future, hmm? "
"I will, my lord." Redi promised solemnly.
"Come, help this fellow to the side and get someone to bring a cushion for him. He'll cry himself to sleep … …" Laurist looked at Ovis who was snoring on his knees, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"My lord, this fellow bragged to me that he killed seven people. I thought he was just bragging, but it seems like it's true. There are three long wounds on his body, and they've just been bandaged and bandaged. He also drank some healing potions, so it's inevitable that he'll fall asleep. If he hadn't cried non-stop after seeing so many of his subordinates die, he would have fallen asleep long ago. " Redi ordered his men to bring a mattress from the original tent area and placed it under Auvecis' body, allowing him to continue sleeping soundly by the side.
Josk walked over and lowered his head in embarrassment. "My lord, I've let you down. Two or three of them ran away … …"
"What happened?" Laurist asked. He was very puzzled. Two or three of them ran away? That sounded very awkward. Two was two, and three was three. It was very easy to differentiate.
As Josk explained, Laurist finally understood that Josk had forced the twenty to thirty Flying Feather mercenaries outside the city walls to dismount and surrender. However, the sounds of battle behind him had given him a huge shock. Following that, Sadkamp's order to fire the ballistae made him realize that there was a problem with the plan. When he turned around, he saw that the battle had already turned into a chaotic mess, and Laurist was locked in battle with two Shieldbearers. It was clear that something unexpected had happened.
Josk did not hesitate to draw his bow and shoot down two Flying Feather mercenaries in the middle of the chaotic battle. However, in the blink of an eye, the Flying Feather mercenaries were fighting with the guards and guards. Josk's hands and feet were tied, and he could not shoot as he pleased. He could only look for gaps in the crowd or shoot at the Flying Feather mercenaries who had just killed their opponents. This gave the Flying Feather Mercenaries who had surrendered at the foot of the city walls a chance to escape. When they saw Josk turn around and fire his arrows at them, they secretly mounted their horses and fled for their lives.
As soon as the Flying Feather Mercenaries began to flee, the sound of hooves could be heard by Josk. He turned around and shot arrows at the fleeing Flying Feather Mercenaries. However, these Flying Feather mercenaries were very cunning. They spread out when they fled, and they did not run in the same direction. A few of the more experienced Flying Feather mercenaries did not run in a straight line, but instead changed directions from time to time. This made it more difficult for Josk to hit them.
Josk had shot a total of thirty-two arrows at them, but only twenty-six Flying Feather Mercenaries had fallen off their horses. Two of them had escaped the fastest and were lucky enough to get out of Josk's shooting range and escape without a trace. The last one had been shot by an arrow, but he still managed to escape on his horse. No one knew if he was dead or alive. This was why Josk said that two or three had escaped.
"It's not your fault, it's my plan that wasn't appropriate. I didn't expect these Flying Feather mercenaries to ignore the threat of the ballistae and listen to their captain's orders. We didn't expect this …" Laurist shook his head with a bitter smile and sighed.
"Are there many casualties?" Josk asked.
"I'm not sure yet. I've already told Sadekamp to count, and Guo Hui will know. I just hope that there aren't too many casualties … "Laurist replied bitterly.
After a while, Sadekamp and Padt arrived in front of Laurist.
"Speak …" Laurist looked at Sadekamp.
"My lord, our family has lost fifty-six soldiers, and eighty-nine are injured. Seventeen are crippled, and thirty-eight are heavily injured. We don't know if they can be saved … Fourteen of the soldiers that died were guards, and the rest were guards … Fortunately, we had armor, or else the casualties would have been even greater." Sadekamp's voice became softer and softer. He was also very sorrowful.
The corner of Laurist's mouth twitched. He wanted to say something, but he could not. Other than the eighty guards on the hill and the walls controlling the twenty or so ballistae, more than half of the two hundred and eighty guards and guards surrounding the tents had died. It could be said that a small team had been wiped out. No wonder Auvikos was crying so sadly.
It took Laurist a long time to control his emotions, "Um, what about the casualties of the Flying Feather mercenaries?"
"My lord, there were a total of one hundred and seventy-two Flying Feather mercenaries that entered the valley, including their leader. Twenty-three have surrendered and been captured, and the rest are dead. There are no casualties …" Sadekamp replied.
Of course, there were no casualties. Whether they were lightly injured or heavily injured, when the guards and guards who were cleaning up the battlefield discovered them, they were enraged by the heavy casualties of their companions. Other than stabbing the wounded Flying Feather Mercenaries a few more times and sending them on their way, there was no way they could save them. If not for the twenty mercenaries stopping them, the twenty-three captives might have been completely slaughtered by them …
"Do you remember what's on the paper you have?" Laurist asked.
Sadekamp was holding three pieces of paper. The first was the casualties of his family, the second was the casualties of the Flying Feather mercenaries, and the third was filled with many words. Laurist had just asked Sadekamp a question, and now that he saw that there was still a third piece with many words written on it, he asked.
"My lord, this is Padt's kill count," Sadekamp said.
Laurist's curiosity was piqued, "Tell me, how did you do it?"
Sadekamp looked at the paper and said, "My lord, you killed the most. You killed forty-one Flying Feather mercenaries, including the leader and the first two shield bearers. Lord Josk killed fifteen, and he was the easiest to distinguish. The corpses with arrows in them were the easiest to distinguish. Lord Auvicis killed seven, Redi killed five, and Padt had the least, killing two. However, he was busy dealing with the commander. The ballistae also killed fourteen Flying Feather mercenaries, and the mercenaries only killed seven out of the twenty mercenaries, but they captured twenty-three captives … "
Laurist calculated quickly and came to a conclusion, "This means that our leaders, the ballistae, and the mercenaries killed a total of ninety-one Flying Feather mercenaries. Adding on the twenty-three captives, we killed a total of one hundred and fourteen Flying Feather mercenaries. In total, there were only a hundred and seventy-two Flying Feather mercenaries. The two hundred and eighty guards and guards we sent out only managed to kill fifty-eight of them, and many of them were killed while cleaning up the battlefield after the battle. On the other hand, we lost more than a hundred and thirty of them. It's a loss of three to one.
This is too weak. "When Laurist said this, Josk, Padt, and Redi, who were standing at the side, all revealed expressions of shame. His personal guards and city guards usually wore metal armor to show off their might, but who would have thought that they would reveal their true strength in this battle? Their numbers had doubled, and they also had the help of the ballistae. Their equipment was much better than that of the Flying Feather Mercenaries. It had to be known that the Flying Feather Mercenaries only wore leather armor. Although the number of people who had awakened their fighting energy was not as many as the Flying Feather mercenaries, the number of casualties was still very ugly.
"In the future, we need to strengthen our formation training and improve our fighting skills." Laurist concluded, not wanting to embarrass everyone.
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