In the border areas of the Rhodok Mountains and the Veluga Plain, two very different armies have assembled under the mountains.

One side is lined up on the plain, the number is about 2,000. One-fifth of them are cavalry on tall horses, wearing red robes and flags, equipped with polished weapons and strong plate armor. The clothes, the stirrups with the lance in hand, and the infantry with simple equipment but the same color, constitute the sharp blade of Swadia's attack.

On the other side, they came from the mountains. They numbered more than 3,000 people. Except for a few scouts and high-ranking officers, almost all of them were infantry. Their equipment is uneven. Most people only wear burqas and cotton armor reinforced with iron on their shoulders. A few people use chain armor and nose helmets to protect their bodies, but in terms of weapons, they are very similar. They basically clenched spears and long-handled machetes, and used extremely thick fronts to form a moving spiked wall, which turned into Rodok's shield, resisted the enemy's attack, and smashed their heads.

Before the two armies, a very well-equipped Rhodok warrior rode an armored warrior to the front of the line. Judging from his clothes and flag, he was clearly a Southern Earl Lord. This Rhodok army is currently Leader. He looked at the army assembled by many lords, cleared his throat, and said to his soldiers:

"The oppressors of Swadia came from the north. They plundered our fields, enslaved our families, and occupied our fortresses. They imagined that they tried to return us to their rule like those rulers hundreds of years ago. Next. Brothers, think about the fate of our ancestors. They paid so much for the northern lords, food, cloth, wine, mountain treasures, strong bows and crossbows, and three times more military services than those of the northerners. , But what did we get?! We have nothing except the betrayal and oppression of the northern lords! But now, we are independent of Calradia, possessing Aaron and being blessed by the Pope, and our people are in charge of their hometown. Land, we Rhodoks can finally take control of our own land, will we let them succeed? Never! The athletes of the mountains, follow in my footsteps, pierce the heart of the arrogant with your spear, and use our warhammer Sound the death knell for them. Offense! Offense! Offense!"

The lord rushed forward with his sword high, and thousands of soldiers heard this generous speech in the narration of their sergeants. They raised their weapons, beat their broad shields, and walked neatly. The pace, following their commander.

"For Rodok! Recapture Veluga!"

The soldiers screamed and launched a charge, their moving speed was not fast, allowing this huge army to move without being broken. Faced with this situation, the Swadians on the other side did not continue to wait. With the order full of northern accents, the Swadia’s war horses moved forward, and the thin but long infantry line moved. A mammoth war will be waged on this mountainous land to seize the initiative in the entire battle.

The wedge-shaped array of heavy cavalry began to round the flanks, and the spears and crossbows were also erected. Both sides heard the other's shouting and saw the enemy's weapon shining in the sun. They knew that there was no possibility of retreating. , And only a desperate fight will it be possible to leave alive.

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After about two hours, the battle finally came to an end. The previous heroic and fearless scene no longer exists. The sky full of crows hovering in the air, staring at the humans underneath. Once someone can no longer move, they will fall in groups and taste the deliciousness of flesh and blood.

The blood stained the grass, the corpses blocked the stream, and the masterless war horses wandered through the battlefield in confusion, but they could never find their masters again. The burqa, whether it was green or red, is now soaked in blood. The surviving soldiers assassinated the last enemy who dared to resist on the battlefield, captured the last enemy soldier who could not escape, and watched their remains far away. Disappeared from the field of vision, gathered together, waiting for the arrival of their leader.

In a short while, the lord came to them under the support of the guards. His horse had fallen down, and there was a scar on his arm. The chain armor was broken and the plate armor was on. The mask was also lifted, revealing the iron plate underneath. He took a few breaths, then refused the help of others, raised the battle flag with both hands, and the excitement resounded throughout the army.

"We have won!"

"Long live! Long live Rodok! Long live Lord Raizis!"

The soldiers shouted the name of the lord of Fort Kurmar and paid tribute to him, because he led them to victory, won them glory, and won wealth and opportunities. In a war, even a small soldier can understand how big the gap is between choosing to fight and forcing the enemy to choose to fight.

But for their enemies, it's a different matter.

In the city of Veluga, waiting for the Swadia nobles is undoubtedly bad news.

"We are defeated, Your Highness." Konniss face was exhausted, with mud and dried blood from the battlefield on his body, helplessly kneeling on the ground to report to Prince Harauwu.

"Baron Grien died for his country, Baron Els was captured by the Rhodoks, our troops lost more than half, cavalry and horses lost two-thirds, and fewer than 800 people followed me back to Viruga."

"The **** Southern country boy...what about them? How many people died? How many people are left? Don't tell me that you have given up so much effort and brought a whole heavy cavalry unit and so much armament to the other side. The loss exceeds us!"

The irritability and anger in His Royal Highness's tone can be felt by everyone around him, and they all understand that if the answer is not satisfactory to him, then even Konis can't escape His Highness's anger.

"Because they had to retreat, we can't count their casualties, Your Highness, but I assure you with my life that their losses will never be small. Even if their troops are much larger than ours, they will not be in the short term after this battle. May have the ability to besiege Veluga."

"This is what you should do~lightnovelpub.net~Konnis, if you can’t do it, you’re not qualified to stand here. Damn... In the past, we fought against the Rodoks in the wild. This **** died to a hundred, but left us such a mess! I really want to tell my father to cancel his unlucky son's inheritance right! But forget it, there is so much more than punishing this An idiot is more important.” Prince Harauwu scolded the dead, rubbed his forehead, and the surrounding servants and nobles stepped back. No one wanted to offend the prince's anger at this time.

"Where is Jelkala? Does the king called by the southerners act?"

"Greyfus is ready to move. He must agree to initiate a war. He will obviously intervene in this war. If our spies are reliable, there will be a force of more than 2,000 troops going northward from Jelkala in less than a week." From a certain perspective, this battle cannot be considered too blunder. It is better to weaken them than to be surrounded by two armies, although the battle is not as smooth as we imagined."

"What's the use of that? I only know one thing. We lost and we lost miserably! It's really... Konniss, send someone to Serendil, let Byron send soldiers, he told me about him There is a plan, but no matter how clever the plan, if he does not send people over, we may not be able to keep the city."

"Yes, Your Highness."