"In the name of mercy, I'll give you a chance to lay down your weapons and surrender!" The Knight raised his flag and shouted to the people below.
"Go back, and send my regards to your lord." Hank unsheathed his sword and shouted.
The Knight shook his head as if he had expected this and disappeared from the high ground. "Why didn't you surrender?" Hadsh could not help but ask.
"Is surrender the only thing you learned from Graudin?" The old scout turned around and looked at Hadsh with his grey-brown eyes.
Hadsh was speechless. He did not know the identity of the old scout who spoke to him, but he should be one of the young lord's subordinates. He heard that he was also a mercenary and was one of the earliest to follow Graudin. He seemed to be one of the mercenaries from the 'Red Copper Dragon'. However, Hadsh did not believe the old scout's words. No matter how he looked at it, the old scout looked like a professional soldier. A few days ago, he was the first to discover the movements of Count Randner's army in the forest and led them to escape.
Speaking of which, the Palas Knight did indeed live up to his reputation. He actually dared to use the Highlanders as the vanguard during the attack on that day. The Highlanders were good at fighting in the forest. It was said that when they moved in the forest, their movements were like migrating deer. In other words, unless one was an experienced 'hunter', it would be very difficult to discover their tracks.
Hadsh knew that this was not an exaggeration. Everyone in the outpost was an experienced veteran, but none of them noticed the movements in the forest. Hadsh could not help but look at the old scout in front of him. If this old man was a scout, he must be the best of the best.
But the old scout did not mind and knocked on Hadsh's chest: "Straighten up, lad. There's nothing to be afraid of. Abandoning Graudin was the best decision you've made in your life. Now that you're a true warrior, you must show me the courage of a warrior — "
The scouts burst into laughter. They were surprised that they could still laugh at this moment. The Highlanders were the first to arrive, and they were trapped in the forest until they were finally surrounded by Count Randner's Knight subordinates.
Hadsh blushed a little. He knew that he had misspoken, even though he was forced to work for the young lord. But Count Randner would still see him as a traitor. The others could surrender, but he had no choice. He used to be a brave man, but Graudin's hands had slowly worn away his willpower.
He took a deep breath, and his mind hardened like the sword in his hand.
The older scout scolded the others, "What are you laughing at? Get ready for battle —"
More than twenty riders faced different directions. In such a desperate situation, the recruits would have been scared to the point that their faces turned pale and they would be at a loss of what to do. However, these Knights appeared to be calm and collected. Their breathing was even and their bodies were tense. They were as dangerous as wild beasts that were waiting for an opportunity to break out of the encirclement.
"Pay attention to the direction of the enemy's attack and look for an opportunity to break out." The old man's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings of the forest like an agile beast. He gave his temporary subordinates an order in a low voice.
A sharp sound came from the cold air, and Hadsh felt a rider beside him fall off his horse. He quickly grabbed the rider and fixed him on the back of his horse. After the sound of an arrow, the arrows in the forest were like locusts that blotted out the sky and covered the earth. Their ears were full of whooshing sounds.
Hadsh was distracted, and an arrow flew towards his face. But there was already a Knight beside him who pulled out his sword and deflected the arrow. Banging sounds could be heard from the group of scouts. If it was a noble's private infantry, they would have already broken down in such an environment. They would either be frozen in place or run around aimlessly. But all the scouts, including Hadsh, felt that the arrows from the left and right were getting weaker.
Hank whistled, and he and his horse turned around in the middle of the group. He pointed his sword forward. The riders understood what he meant, and the twenty or so men and horses did not collide with each other. They turned around beautifully and charged towards the right.
Knight Wilson felt a chill in his heart. The report said that the ones who killed Graudin and took over Abies were a group of rebels, but looking at the quality of the scouts below, they did not seem like rebels at all. Even the best regular army in the kingdom did not have such quality. He could only hope that it was just a coincidence. He immediately ordered his attendant to pass down the order for the Knight to attack. The archers on both sides would definitely not be able to stop the enemy's charge. Even though the order was passed down, Wilson felt a little uneasy.
The first to rush out of the forest were the infantrymen. The nobles' private infantry raised their spears high. Even though they could not form a formation in the forest, they were still a great threat to the riders. Hadsh leaned back to dodge a spear that was thrusting towards him, and the blade of his sword sliced through the enemy's neck.
It was the long-awaited feeling of a sharp sword cutting through a weak throat. Blood spurted out like rain, and Hadsh's nerves tensed up. He turned his head to the side to prevent the blood from splashing into his eyes.
On the other side, he saw two spears piercing through the back of a rider's abdomen. That person had treated him to a drink a few days ago. Even though the taste was not good, Hadsh remembered that the person was a mercenary. The mercenary was on the verge of death, but his hand was still holding onto the reins as he charged forward and crashed into the noble soldier.
The noble soldier was sent flying as if he had no bones. Then, the mercenary and his horse fell down together. Hadsh saw that the mercenary was already dead by the side of the horse.
Hadsh could not help but take a deep breath when he saw this. He slashed the three men in front of him. The nobles' infantrymen were at most at the lower tier of Iron-ranked, and some of them were even White ranks. He did not need to worry about them because of the difference in strength. Suddenly, a whistle came from the forest, and the sound of hooves could be heard from the right. More than ten Knight suddenly broke through the fog and appeared in that direction.
"Turn around and face the enemy!" The old man's voice came from the back.
The situation suddenly became dangerous. The scouts were already surrounded, and only a dozen or so of the original twenty or so riders that had broken through the encirclement remained. Moreover, the originally low morale of the nobles' infantrymen was reinvigorated after receiving the reinforcements from the cavalry. These bastards were trying to restrain them and prevent them from escaping to face the enemy's cavalry.
But when the others were unable to escape, a black shadow appeared. Hadsh saw the old scout snatch a spear from one of the nobles' infantrymen and cut him down with his sword. The old scout then turned around and charged towards the Knight with a spear in his hand.
One man and one horse, like the champion Knight in the arena, charged forward with an unstoppable momentum.
Hadsh was not the only one who was shocked. The Knight of Count Randner was also shocked. They were all light cavalry, and had never seen such a ferocious charge. While they were stunned, they were already pierced through by the old scout. The Knight who was charging at the front screamed in agony, and his entire body was sent flying by the spear.
But the spear was not meant to be used in a cavalry battle. The huge impact caused the spear to break, and Hank charged into the enemy's formation. He immediately unsheathed his sword and cut down another Knight from his horse.
Hadsh almost bit his tongue off. In his opinion, the old man's strength was not that high. At most, he was at the level of an Iron-ranked warrior, but not everyone could do such a smooth action. [Which army did he belong to?] This thought immediately appeared in his mind. Even Erouine's frontline army could not nurture such an excellent soldier.
Especially the aura of a veteran, it was definitely not something that could be faked by an ordinary person.
Hadsh suddenly reacted and shouted at the others behind him: "Archers, archers! Cover him! "
There was no need for him to remind them. A few of the Knight of Count Randner had already taken out their longbows from their backs. They were about to surround the old man after their momentum was interrupted by Hank, but a few arrows pierced through the air and disrupted their formation.
Hank took the opportunity to charge out from behind the cavalry's thin formation. The old man immediately turned around and raised his sword, nodding to his comrades.
"Seize the opportunity and break out of the encirclement!" Hadsh seemed to have been possessed by a god at that moment. He understood the old man's intention in an instant. He felt his blood boiling, and adrenaline surged through his body, causing his eyes to turn red. He pointed his sword forward, and a dozen riders behind him responded in unison.
The infantrymen of the nobles could no longer stop the crazy scout Knight. Count Randner's Knight of Count Randner's had just reorganized their formation, and an evenly matched opponent had already pounced on them.
Knight Wilson almost fainted when he saw this scene. He originally thought that he had caught a juicy piece of meat, but he did not expect to kick an iron plate. He had more than a hundred men and a dozen cavalrymen under him, but they could not stop more than twenty people. At least half of the enemy had escaped.
"F * ck you! How are we going to fight a veteran of the November War?! "
Wilson was the most capable Knight under Lord Palas. Due to his rich experience in fighting against the Highlanders, he did not even think highly of Erouine's regular army, much less the rebel army. But this time, Wilson was sure that he had never fought such a strange battle in his life.
He was much more knowledgeable than Hadsh, and he could tell that Hank was a veteran of the November War. More than half of the veterans who survived the November War had received the Candlelight Badge before. Even if they were not Knights, they would at least have half a fief. How could there be such a person in the rebel army?
Wilson could not help but feel a chill run down his spine. He thought that he and his lord had fallen into a huge conspiracy.
… …
Just as Wilson was feeling the pain of losing his men, a steady stream of reports had been sent to Lord Palas, who was now in charge of the army. This time, although this old Knight had formed an alliance with two of his colleagues, with his rich combat experience, the other two Knights could at most be his deputies.
In this war, the only one who could be on equal footing with him was the famous general of Madara. Even though Tarkus wasn't considered young compared to humans, he was still considered to be one of the younger generation in Madara. In this War of the Black Rose, Madara's younger generation of generals had emerged one after another like the stars in the sky.
Although the old Knight Lord Palas was working together with Tarkus, he could not help but sigh in his heart. Compared to Madara, his own country, Aouine, was like an old man on the brink of death, with a gloomy atmosphere.
For some reason, the old Knight suddenly thought of the 'enemy' standing in front of him. He heard that the enemy was also a young man. All of a sudden, Lord Palas was interested in his opponent.
However, this interest did not waver the old Knight's will. The reports from the frontlines indicated that the vanguard had already clashed with the enemy's sentries. To be honest, there was no need to think about it. Most of the reports were of a tragic victory, and there were even some battles where they lost.
One had to know that they had the absolute advantage in terms of military strength.
The strength of the enemy was beyond his expectations, but this was not enough to make him feel troubled. Regardless of the losses, at least the enemy's sentries were forced to retreat to the north of the Glass River. Their tactical goal had been achieved.
Next, it was time to take down Glass Ferry and cross the river.
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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