"Damn it! They don't know how to support each other!" Count Redmara shouted angrily, watching the group of lords fighting each other, his chest was already burning with anger.

　　 Although he is the head of the emerging nobles, he is not 100% in control of this group of people. Everyone has his own territory and army. At best, he is only a representative of this interest group.

　　 He is willing to unite with the royal family against the rebels. It does not mean that these lords are willing to do the same. The hatred accumulated by the two sides cannot be completely eliminated by unity.

　　 Count Redmara has nothing to say about the short-sightedness of both sides.

　　 In his opinion, even if the hatred is not eliminated, at least we must unite together to suppress the rebellion first.

　　 If it develops according to the current situation, if the empire is defeated, these lords who participated in the war will not want to escape all night, and all will be liquidated.

　　Rather than fighting for power and framing comrades in this way, it is basically digging a grave for one's own future.

　　 The rain has been falling, the first pouring rain has turned into a fine and dense drizzle, but it will not stop in a short time like this.

　　 The explosion of thunder also gradually disappeared, and the sky of lightning and thunder gradually returned to calm, as if the anger of the gods had been calmed down.

　　 Raindrops dripped on Count Redmara's helmet, splashing out some splashes, and the water flowed down his body slowly to the ground. Even with the helmet, his face was covered with rainwater.

　　 "Ah!" A heavily armed counter-insurgent soldier tried hard to kill the enemy in front of him with a long sword in his hand, but his muscle soreness made his attack look so weak.

When the opponent returned his hand, he knocked his long sword flying, and even the helmet with the neck guard on his head was shot down, but even so, he still rushed up reluctantly, holding the enemy and hitting the ground several times. roll.

"Go to die! Go to die! Go to die!" Although this soldier was unarmed, as a veteran, he never lacked the will to fight. He pinched the enemy's neck with both hands and used all the strength of his body. .

　　 The enemy forces under him struggled to use the weapons in his hand to resist, but the armor on his body still played a role. No matter how the enemy hacked, he couldn't break through his defenses.

　　 As time passed, the face of the enemy under this soldier began to turn purple, which was a sign of lack of oxygen.

　　 Just when he thought he was about to win, a sharp pain came from his neck.

　　 He turned his head slowly, and found himself, but behind him, there was an enemy armed with a dagger, the sharp dagger in the opponent's hand, across his fragile neck, which was no longer protected by a helmet.

　　 A line of blood spurted out, and the heart knew nothing about the gap in the carotid arteries. It still exploded with its own powerful force to send blood to the brain. It was this powerful pressure that caused the blood to spit out four or five meters.

　　 The battlefield has always been so cruel, the muddy mud exhausted the soldiers' physical strength and overdrawn their spirits.

　　 "Retreat..." Count Redmara looked at the increasingly difficult battle situation and couldn't help but hesitated. The casualties of his own soldiers became more and more serious, and the overall battle situation became worse.

　　 "Retreat!" Count Redmara finally couldn't bear such a loss. He roared hysterically. Such a rout meant that the entire royal family would face an extremely difficult situation.

　　 However, even with this difficulty, there is always a golden lion emblem with a red background standing firmly on the left flank of the battlefield.

　　 They are like a majestic mountain, no matter what the enemy's impact, they stand firmly on the spot, and the rebels attacking them can only hit their heads and bloodshed.

　　 "Shoot! Keep shooting!" The chiefs of the archers and crossbowmen shouted loudly, pointing their swords at the enemy's position in front of them.

　　 Arrows and crossbow arrows kept pouring toward the top of the enemy's head, and the corpses that fell on the ground alone were conservatively estimated to be close to a thousand people.

　　 "Stand up! Everyone will stand up to me! Fight side by side with your comrades! Nothing can break you!"

　　 Baron Leyland rode a war horse back and forth to patrol the forefront, loudly boosting morale.

"Look! It's that simple! Send your spears out! One copper and fifty acres of arable land are in hand! Each of you has the best equipment and the best training. Look at the small and weak groups, and Enemies without armor, strong ones, should you be afraid of enemies like beggars?"

　　 Baron Leyland's remarks are very useful. The recruits who enlisted in the army for a winter soared in fighting spirit, and regarded the enemies in front of them as their own wealth.

　　 The assassination moves that seemed incomparably young at first have gradually become proficient, and they are evolving from recruits to veterans at a very fast speed.

　　 "Replace! The soldiers in the first row are ready to replace immediately!" Baron Leyland gave the order.

Heavy rain falling on the armor and armor of the soldiers will bring them more weight, and their physical strength will be consumed much faster than usual. In order to prevent them from being injured or killed due to physical strength, he chose to let the soldiers behind to go up. .

　　 The recruits in the front fought and retreated, and the veterans in the back filled up.

　　 "Haha, brothers! Let the recruits take a look at the strength of those of us who have been fighting with the Lord Earl before!"

　　 Klim, as the first group of people to transform from a militia to a regular army, has served in Reiner’s army for more than two years. He has participated in almost all battles and is an out-and-out veteran.

　　 He has also become the captain who is in charge of one hundred and fifty people. Not only does his armor look more beautiful, he also has a title of jazz on his body, although he has no fame.

　　 As these veterans came up, the soldiers of the rebel army suddenly found that the enemy they were facing was more difficult to deal with.

　　 And the price they came to this conclusion was their life~lightnovelpub.net~ A long spear pierced their chests at an extremely tricky angle with extremely large force.

　　 The killing efficiency of this group of soldiers was much better than that of the new recruits. Before the rebel soldiers were close to the front row of the Golden Lion Guards, their spears were sent into the enemy's chest.

　　 Suddenly, the casualties of the offensive rebels increased sharply, and the soldiers under this red-bottomed golden lion flag became even more excited.

　　 With the retreat of Count Redmara, the rest of the lords couldn't stand it even more. A large number of lords took their own but army to flee the battlefield.

　　 They don't want to consume too much power here, even if this war fails, they will be defeated one by one.

　　 "Victory! We are victorious! Pursue them!" The lords of the rebel army watched the opponents in front of them flee, cheering of victory, and so did the soldiers under their command.

　　 For a time, the morale of the rebels on the battlefield soared, and they opened their legs and strode to chase the defeated enemy.

　　 And the Lord Gate of the Ping Rebels is simply embarrassed at this time and can't be embarrassed anymore.

　　 rode his horse to flee, for fear of being overtaken by the enemy behind him.

　　 Even the royal families who are usually self-reliant but very arrogant, pride themselves on being brave and invincible, and have inherited the proud blood of the Merland family. ...

　　

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