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I was right, at the moment I had an arrow in my left shoulder, two arrows in my left arm, two arrows in my thigh, an arrow in my calf, and an arrow on the sole of my shoe, and I looked badly wounded. Fortunately, the leather armor on his body was given by Nabar when he came out of Tihrog Fort, and it was said to be a superb hard leather studded armor, and there was a relatively thin layer of lock-ring vest inside, which was not too heavy, and also had a certain amount of protection, and these arrows pierced the skin, but did not pierce much into it.

I lay on the ground panting, watching Wen Niu's next move, and if he showed the slightest intention of harming me, I would immediately cut it in two.

Wen Niu looked at it carefully, and suddenly took out a kitchen knife from his arms.

I immediately tightened my grip on the hilt of my sword.

Wen Niu crawled out from under the bed and grinned at me.

I finally didn't cut it down.

After Wen Niu took out the kitchen knife, he immediately took out a yellow ceramic bottle and poured some liquid on the kitchen knife. Immediately, I could smell a rich aroma of wine.

That's right, it's wine!

Then, Wen Niu put the kitchen knife on the oil lamp and roasted it, and immediately a layer of blue flames ignited on the knife.

Wen Niu said: "Engong, don't be afraid, I'm disinfecting, I'll pick up these arrows for you later." ”

I said, "Can you do it, do you have a medical certificate?"

Wen Niu smiled. Pushing me around, I suddenly felt like I had turned into a ball of dough, and Wen Niu was about to use his best technique of chopping dough and frying fritters.

My cranky thoughts had just begun, and Wen Niu suddenly let out a sigh: "Engong, it's okay!"

I was taken aback, and when I looked at it, I saw that the arrows that had pierced the left half of my body were gone.

Wen Niu pointed to the ground, and seven arrows were stuck side by side.

I said, "Are you a Chinese chef or a surgeon?"

Wen Niu smiled embarrassedly: "Engong, you are joking, in our China, these two are the same profession. ”

I said, "You guys are so amazing in China, do you have to be a surgeon to be a chef?"

Wen Niu said: "Actually, no, in China, as long as you are a chef, you can be a surgeon. ”

I didn't understand the difference between the two, when suddenly a wobble axe light swung in. At this moment, there were at least thirty throwing axes to chop the two of us into meat sauce.

I kicked the table in the center of the room, and with a few "tuk-tuk" sounds, the table fell to the ground with axes and scattered into pieces of wood.

Wen Niu's face turned pale again. He said, "It's over, it's over, we can't rush out!"

I estimated the time and said, "Not necessarily, plug your ears first." ”

Before Wen Niu could react, I tore off two pieces of cloth and stuffed them into my ears.

Then I saw that he seemed to have been struck by thunder, and he twitched vigorously, rolling his eyes.

I picked up the warm ox and rushed out, and as expected, these guys in front of me all covered their ears and rolled on the ground, and those with better physical strength and stronger will swayed like drunk. Even the crossbowmen in the distance could barely hold their crossbows, and at least a third dropped their crossbows to cover their ears.

More than thirty meters away, I saw a one-man tall bronze bell pointing in the direction of the opposing crossbowman, and then an indescribable air cannon-like movement swirled out of the bell, and the ground in front of me was immediately plowed out of a deep ditch, and four or five unlucky guys were right in front of the bell, and they were blown away directly by the violent air currents that swirled and raged, as if we were blowing away an ant in one breath.

But it's not the most powerful, the most powerful thing is that even if I plug my ears, even if the bell is not aimed at me, I feel as if my heart has been squeezed by someone, and I almost can't beat.

Even the ground was trembling.

The stones in the distance were shaken by the sound waves, and cracks were like spider webs.

A few old trees in the distance seemed to have been kicked by someone, and the leaves and delicate branches fell one after another.

There were at least a hundred or so guys in black chain mail who twitched on the ground and didn't move.

Hundreds of people foamed at the mouth and had convulsions.

Everyone threw down their weapons and covered their ears.

And that's not all.

Yes, it's brutal, but it's not over. The bell fired three shots in succession at the northern plain, and after three shots, the entire bell completely collapsed and shattered into copper shavings.

I saw two people, Roar and Peter. I understand how they did it, the bronze bell is the bronze bell hanging outside the door of the village chief's house to hold the chief's meeting. Peter used his magic power to knock the bell down, pulling off the top half of the bell, and thus forming a giant trumpet. He used the horn to block in front of him, pushing Roar to the limit distance of thirty meters, and then let Roar fire the five-cannon sonic cannon with all his might.

Even a horn made of a bronze bell can't withstand the roar and fire five shots in a row!

Without saying a word, while these people in front of me were still in their sanity, I pulled them and rushed back to the shield wall of the Melva organization. There, more than fifty horses were all ready.

I threw the delirious Wen Niu on my horse, and yelled, "Retreat!" The girls jumped on their horses in unison, and had crossed the little river beach and ran eastward before the sound of hooves rolling to the south.

Along the way, I felt that Mama Tea had a much stranger attitude towards Peter. When he first saw Peter, he only frowned and muttered, "Such a stupid big man, I wonder why the boss invited him in to serve as a façade?" But now, he dragged Peter on his horse, and galloped all the way to the point where he was still carefully smoothing out the folds of Peter's clothes, and when he looked at Peter, his wrinkled face stretched out a lot.

I suddenly felt a chill all over my body, and I felt that there would be some evil love that could not be tolerated by heaven and earth.

We are retreating to the northeast at Loire, where the eastern border between the Nord kingdom and the kingdom of Vecchia is definitely heavily garrisoned. I had the idea of fighting a big tree, and under the radiation of the heavy troops of the two countries, the Dark Order did not have the courage to pursue and kill so blatantly.

Moreover, I still have in my hand a letter from the Count of Aracis. With Chanda's good reputation among the five major countries, it is not a problem to seek a little refuge.

I was thinking about this when I saw groups of refugees supporting the old and the young walking on the path in front of me. They were ragged and their faces were full of fireworks. Many people were tired from walking and sat down on the side of the road to rest.

I saw it from afar, and I was a little surprised. Willy rode forward slowly, wanting to ask.

The sound of horses' hooves alarmed the refugees, and they raised their eyes to see a knight in full armor running towards them, one by one frightened, the powerful wolf rushing to the pigs, and the weakness simply pale, sitting and waiting for death.

Willie ran up to them, slowed down, and saw their expressions, and suddenly understood. He jumped off his horse, unarmed, and walked straight for an old man with a blank face.

Willie said, "Old man, where did you come from?"

Old man: "Don't kill me, don't kill me......"

Willie smiled and said, "Old man, you misunderstood, I am not a robber, I am a knight of the Eight Classics." ”

The old man: "Don't kill me, don't kill me......" The old man said, grabbed a woman with the same pale face next to him and pushed it in front of Willy: "You want a woman, give it to you, don't kill me......"

The corners of Willy's mouth twitched with difficulty, and his gaze turned to the woman. It was a young woman in her early twenties, her clothes were disheveled, and there were traces of tears in many places, and she could see the underwear inside. The brownish-red braids were also scattered in half, scattered in front of the forehead.

The woman's eyes were glazed, but when she saw Willy's gaze sweep over, she screamed and crawled backwards on her hands and feet as if she had seen a ghost.

Willie turned around and shrugged helplessly at me.

Jamila suddenly rode over, jumped down beside the woman, and gently took her shoulder. Seeing that it was a woman, the woman's emotions calmed down a lot. Jamila asked something softly, and the woman whispered something. Finally, Jamila took a few dinars from her bosom and stuffed them into the woman's hands.

When Jamila returned, she told me that the Loire had been plundered, and even the Château d'Elbuc had fallen.

I asked, "Did the Dark Order do that?"

Jamila shook her head: "It's King Yaroger, who personally led five legions to attack Elbuk Castle, and I heard that he was also preparing to assault the Nest Rules." They told them that the enraged King Ragnar had led seven legions to fight back from Sagoth and Woche. ”

I said, "This king of Yaroger is really ignorant, and when is it all gone, he still thinks about the battle between them." ”

Jamila said: "These lords of Vecchia have never had any other thoughts in their heads except aggression, invasion of Kugit, invasion of Svadia, invasion of Nord, and the Slavic blood in their bones makes them as greedy as a bear. ”

I said, "Whatever he is, the area from Loire to Château d'Albuc must be full of rebels and refugees right now, and their destructive power is probably not less than that of the Dark Order." ”

Melva also came to my side, and when she heard my words, she asked, "What are your plans?"

I spread out the large map of Calradia and looked at it, and said, "Now that King Yaroger is in control of Elbuc Castle, the Line of Actual Control of Vikia is approaching Wocheze, and even if Wocheze's counteroffensive force is dispatched, it may not be able to quickly return Elbuk." Fort Bruga was transformed from the front to the rear, and it was also the only way to get to Živa Cheze. Taking advantage of the fact that Silly Yaroger led his troops to isolate the possible ambush of the Dark Order in the north, we headed directly east, from Fort Bruga to Živacheze. Be fast, and don't give the Dark Order time to react. ”

Jamila shook her head suddenly: "The wound of the dryer has become infected, and now it is a fever. There is no clever doctor in Riwache, and if you still go to Riwache, the dryer may not be able to hold out. ”

I suddenly remembered this guy, he had been unconscious for the past few days, and it turned out that he was on the verge of life and death.

Jamila said: "I know of a wise doctor, who was originally a native of Rhodok, and was very famous in Rhodok, and then a lord accused him of being a sorcerer and drove him out of Rhodok. He is now living in the nest, and if he had done it, the dryer should not be in danger. ”

Melva said, "But King Yaroger has already led his army to attack the Woche, and if we also rush to the Woche, we will probably be fought." ”

I thought about it, but decided to disguise myself and head towards the nest, I couldn't let my companion die in vain because of this possible danger. Manid's affairs can be eased a little. But for the sake of the girls, and for the sake of concealment, I asked Willy, Bob, Wen Niu, and Melva to lead the girls to Riwacheze, where Riva was still safe, and Bob was said to have friends on the road in Riwache, and might be able to find a way to get Manid out.

Mama Cha, Peter, Jamila and I took our unconscious dryers and pretended to be shipwrecked merchants and headed for the wagon.

Woche is plain.

North Calradia in early June was warm and the air was full of moist moisture. Because of its proximity to the sea, the salty sea breeze blows every hill, the grass is like a blanket, and wild flowers bloom all over the mountains. It's a season of poetry.

But such a beautiful season was shattered by the sound of the trumpets of war. The wilderness flowers that spread all over the mountains became Germanic helmets all over the mountains, and the wind blowing through the hills became sharp arrows flying over the hills. It was a war in which the vanguard of the Nord Nest Legion met the vanguard of King Yaroger in the Kingdom of Vekia.

The Nords had a detachment of troops, complete in all classes, at least a thousand Nord warriors, and more than 500 Nord archers. In addition, there was a team of two hundred light scouts, and a team of three hundred commanders made up of senior Nord warriors and the Nord royal bodyguard. The Wikibians on the opposite side are also a detachment. It consisted of eight hundred infantry, eight hundred archers, and a detachment of four hundred Vecchian knights, commanded by Andy, the nephew of King Yaroger.

Three months ago, no one knew who this Andy was, and not even King Yaroger's queen knew when her husband would have an extra nephew. When he suddenly appeared in front of King Yaroger, the king pondered for two hours before announcing that Andy was the widow of his deceased brother many years ago, and that this previously unknown twenty-year-old young man had not only been promoted to the chief of the palace guard of the Kingdom of Vekia, but also made Viscount McCann, and became the upstart of the high society of the Kingdom of Vekia.

The lords of Vikia have always believed that the so-called nephew of the king, perhaps the illegitimate son of the king after an affair twenty years ago, also has a clear understanding of the appointment of the king. They had never expected the young viscount, who had spent the first twenty years in a stable in which he had spent the first twenty years, to lead the army alone. But it seems that the king wants to surprise everyone, and when he begins his surprise attack on the Nord kingdom, he has made Andy the commander of the vanguard detachment in his royal guard. Andy showed his superhuman military prowess and conquered the Castle of Elbuk, a nail that had been standing between Riva and Wo Che for many years. Even the casualties were controlled to the lowest point that reason could believe. At this point, the nobles had nothing to say, and they were overwhelmed by Andy's vanguard banner.

After two days and two nights of running, Andy finally encountered the counteroffensive forces of the Wocheze Legion. This morning, he stretched his men and horses as far as possible on both flanks of the battlefield, even exceeding the limits of the line of extension taught in military class—his eight hundred infantry formed an archer-like line four hundred men wide and only two rows deep. After the infantry line, there were four phalanxes of archers, each of which numbered two hundred. Four hundred Vecchian knights lined up on either flank of this weak line.

Tactically, this is a common practice of almost all the taboos: the infantry phalanx must not be too weak or it will be easily torn apart by the enemy, the archer phalanx should be at the forefront of all hand-to-hand units in order to maintain a wide field of view and maintain a stable long-range fire output before hand-to-hand combat, and the cavalry should be used in one place to avoid being split and broken individually.

So, when Andy's position stabilized, the commander on the opposite side who was in charge of commanding the Nord army was almost stunned.

Commander Nord asked the adjutant, "Do you know which commander is on the other side?"

The adjutant said, "It seems to be a nephew newly recognized by King Yaroger, whose name is Andy, I have never heard of it before, and there is no information about this person." ”

Commander Nord said, "That's a young nouveau riche, maybe the illegitimate son of King Yaroger, a guy who has never been to the battlefield at all, but only by his own imagination." Look at how our invincible Nord warriors tear apart the weak front on the opposite side!"

The Nord commander waved his flag, the trumpeter blew his horn, and a thousand Nord warriors formed two phalanxes, followed by a phalanx of archers, in a zigzag formation towards the Vikian army on the opposite side. The Nord warriors in the first row raised their half-man-high Nord round shields and pushed them towards the opposite Wiki Front like a city wall.

During the perennial Novi War, they had long been familiar with the fighting style of the Viktian army, first with a saturated long-range firepower output before hand-to-hand combat, then with heavy infantry also using two-handed tomahawks or spear shields, and cavalry from the flanks when the battle line was deadlocked.

When the infantry advanced to within thirty meters of the archers, the Nord warriors would return their heavy throwing axes or throwing spears to the guys who were shooting arrows on the opposite side, and then, they would take advantage of the moment when the opponent's archers were in confusion to sprint with all their might, break through the thirty meters of space, and use their best hand-to-hand combat to give the opponent's vulnerable archers a fatal blow. The scout light cavalry in the role of cannon fodder is contained, and the method of containment is also quite distinctive - gallop to the route of the Vekia heavy cavalry sprint, and then dismount in unison, and wait until the opponent enters a distance of 30 meters, use the throwing axe or throwing gun in his hand to give a death blow, and then retreat to the back of the horse, waiting for the Vecchia heavy horse to break through the horse wall and engage in hand-to-hand combat.

They are too familiar, and the two sides have used similar routines for more than ten years.

But this military idiot in front of him is the first time he has encountered it.

The drums of war sounded rhythmically, and with the beat of the drums, the Nord warriors pounced like wolves on the opposite side of the Vekia position.

In the Vecchian camp, behind the thin infantry and bow phalanx, on a small hill, a young man with brown hair sat upright, he simply draped a pair of Vecchian carved plate armor, and the scarlet velvet cloak made him stand out from the crowd. He is the commander of the WikiAsian side this time, Andy. (To be continued.) )