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Chapter 135 Conquering Knights and Heavy Soldiers

Roman was holding one end of a rope, which was full of people.

He didn't have time to calculate how many people were tied to that rope.

The sharp axe and blade forced everyone to move forward.

These people, with their hands bound, staggered forward out of fear.

But Roman believed that they would understand the value of this rope in the future.

When that time comes, even if you loosen the ropes, they will wholeheartedly follow in his footsteps.

No, not now. He doesn't have time to explain, nor is it necessary for him to.

Plunder is plunder.

Those who resist to the bitter end shall be executed on the spot!

Anyone who breaks free of their restraints shall be executed immediately!

Jeter was always ruthless; he ordered his men to cut off the heads of the officers and hang them on the spearheads of the lightly armed soldiers as a deterrent.

Those bloodstained heads, their pale faces filled with terror, were frozen in the moment before death.

The villagers, whose hands and feet were tied, still remembered the faces that had once swaggered around the village with their arrogant expressions.

Now only their heads float in the air, following beside them, staring at them with unseeing eyes.

Jeter's approach was remarkably effective.

Even the bravest villagers lost the will to resist.

Everyone realized that these crazed executioners were no less brutal than the barbarians of the East or the pirates of the North!
The effect was very successful, but Roman frowned.

Dragging such a group of staggering, burdened soldiers, they could not speed up their march.

From morning until noon, they had only advanced a little over ten kilometers, plundering two small villages along the way and passing through a knight's territory. The knights in the manor, seeing that things were not going well, immediately rode away and escaped the calamity.

At this moment, they arrived at the second village marked on the map, a village called Vit Village.

Only a few dozen soldiers were left to guard the slaves, while the rest of the people repeated the practice of Doug Village.

Some people realized what was happening and managed to escape, but most became lambs to the slaughter.

Soon, dozens more lightly armed soldiers had bloody human heads hanging from their spears and axes.

The marching speed was not satisfactory, so Roman had to divide his troops.

He ordered Aaron to lead two hundred lightly armed soldiers to capture a third village called Putton ahead of schedule, to be their lodging for the night.

It was at this time.

The Count of Conde's vassals finally realized what was happening.

The massive convoy was so conspicuous that it even crossed the border of some knightly territories.

When the escaped knight recounted the story to his comrades, they were completely baffled.

army?

Where would an army come from in such a remote and impoverished place?
Soon, the farmers who escaped from Aiger Village and Witt Village also sent out the information.

The knights and barons who were conquering the village were initially incredulous. After sending messengers to investigate, they learned that the village was deserted and most of the villagers had been abducted. Then news of the tragedy in Vit village also arrived.

"Where did these looters come from?!"

Everyone is going crazy!

This is outrageous!

Divine soldiers descended from the sky!
Rather than an army, they preferred to believe it was mountain spirits or monsters from the Azure Moon Mountains that had invaded the Black Iron Lands.

"Where is Baron Haas? Why is Baron Haas nowhere to be found!"

They then sent messengers to Baron Haas's castle to ascertain the situation.

It takes time for a messenger to make a round trip, and they cannot stand idly by; at this moment, they are filled with shock and anger!
"Stop them!!"

After reaching a consensus, the knights from several knightly territories gathered together, hastily gathered their respective knightly squires, and hastily formed a cavalry force of nearly thirty men.

That afternoon, the cavalry launched an attack on Roman's convoy.

Because they didn't have time to verify his identity, Roman was regarded as a barbarian pirate—what noble family would attack another noble family's territory in order to plunder people?

But these are no ordinary bandits!
Must hit hard!

We must teach these robbers a lesson!
The knights, who had not fought in many years, were filled with righteous indignation.

With overwhelming force, they told those bandits that they had come to the wrong place! Kant Territory was not a place where they could run wild! Roman's scouts relayed intelligence through whistles, and when those shadowy figures appeared on the distant hillside, 100 lightly armed soldiers had already taken out longbows and arrows from the supply wagons, transforming themselves into longbowmen in a magnificent fashion.

"Archers! Prepare to fire!"

As they closed to within 200 meters, 100 longbowmen, under Dick's command, simultaneously fired their arrows.

An arrow travels at a speed of 60-70 meters per second and takes three seconds to travel past. Cavalrymen, on the other hand, run at 6-7 meters per second, just in time to collide head-on with the projectile arrow.

Dick anticipated this and launched the first round of projectile attacks.

However, the results were terrible. There weren't enough archers and targets to cover the area, and because the range was too long, the vast majority of the arrows hit the ground.

One of the riders was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground. The makeshift chainmail armor could not withstand the piercing force of the arrow, causing the cavalry to slow down slightly.

The thin rain of arrows falling from the sky terrified them.

But inspired by the knights of war, no one retreated.

Eight seconds later, the longbowman, following training instructions, nocked his arrow and prepared to fire. When the two were eighty meters apart, Dick waved again.

“Shoot!!”

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The second round of shooting is more lethal than the first round.

Three cavalrymen were lost in total. Two of the horses were hit by arrows, their forelegs slid off to their knees, and the riders were thrown off as well.

Just as they were frantically firing their third round of shots.

Wearing a steel mask, Jett shouted, "Heavy Armor Formation!!"

The enemy had six fully armored knights, and their horses were also clad in horse armor.

They did not retreat in the face of the rain of arrows; instead, they accelerated.

If it is not stopped, its powerful impact will be enough to cut the entire team in half.

The subsequent riders will then divide the convoy into several segments.

All the heavily armored warriors charged forward without hesitation.

Once the scouts detected the enemy approaching, they took heavy shields off the vehicle to prepare for battle.

"Set up formation! Lower the profile!"

They ran ten meters, and at Jet's command, slammed their large shields heavily into the ground in unison. The shields tilted backward at a seventy-degree angle to the ground.
The heavy shield is specially made, with a wide front, curved back on both sides, and a groove on the back to hold two support legs.

The support legs are made from the trunk of a dwarf chestnut tree, which is very hard, heavy, sturdy, and impact-resistant.

Even without human support, the shield can stand upright using its legs.

The heavily armored soldier inserted his legs into the back of the heavy shield, concealing his entire body behind the massive shield.

Everyone lowered their heads, unable to see, and had no idea who the cavalry would charge at.

All one could feel was the trembling of the ground and the ever-approaching roar; the immense power seemed to be rushing towards them.

But at this moment, all the heavily armed soldiers gritted their teeth silently, their feet seemingly embedded in the soil. The thick and sturdy shields could not give them a sense of security, and they could only do their best to resist the impact that might come.

The conquering knights were even more panicked!

For a knight on the battlefield, this 100-meter distance takes only seven or eight seconds.

Just as they rushed to within thirty meters, the shield wall quickly took shape.

A 100-meter-long, 1-meter-high iron wall in an arc shape blocked the way, and it was even two-layered!
Nima!

A force with such combat skills and organizational ability must have undergone intensive training; even the most elite pirate barbarians would not possess this level of awareness.

The conquering knight instantly realized the problem, his eyes bulging out of their sockets!
You can't see things clearly from 100 meters away. Normal human vision is only 30 to 50 meters. Beyond that range, you can at most distinguish between a person and a dog.

Of course, they could vaguely see what kind of big things those soldiers were carrying on their backs.

When the knight is 80 meters away from the enemy, he will launch a full-speed charge; this is the consensus.

There's no room to slow down when you're so close.

Unfortunately, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and pray to the gods that this seemingly solid defensive array was just a facade.

On the bright side, the enemy's defenses consist of only two thin layers of heavy armor.

As long as the vanguard knights can carve out an opening, the subsequent cavalry can file in.

……

At this time, Aaron and Green's army clashed with the conscripts from the third village.

(End of this chapter)