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Chapter 136 Killing a Bandit Earns Five Copper Coins
The village of Putton received a reminder.

A gang of ruthless thugs looted the villages of Doug and Witt, and are now heading this way.

Baron Crow, dozens of kilometers away, decisively lit a signal fire and arrived at the village closest to the bandits.

His knights went to intercept the bandits.

He himself came here to rally the militia for battle.

Baron Crow did not see the exact situation of those raiders, but he heard about them from the fleeing knights and farmers.

That was truly a large number, no less than a thousand.

Even if a cavalry unit composed of conquering knights could intercept their march, scatter their ranks, and make them break apart like birds and beasts.

But it's impossible to subdue everyone.

Once such a large group disperses, it will inevitably break into more than a dozen gangs of robbers, bandits, and outlaws.

Baron Crow believed that it was necessary to prevent future troubles, so he organized the militia in advance to avoid being caught off guard!
The village has a population of about 1,500, and about 100 militiamen of varying quality.

But when Baron Crow arrived, he also issued a conscription order to other knightly manors and villages, and quickly assembled a group of troops.

He also brought with him the castle guards and other men who were ready to fight.

So when Aaron and Green arrived at Putton Village with two hundred lightly armed soldiers, they were met by a militia of about three hundred men who were about to set out to fight the thieves.

Both Aaron and Green had a large, powerful warhorse.

They came on horseback, clad in silver-white armor.

Aaron was in front, and Green was behind. There were a total of 200 lightly armed soldiers.

They arrived at breakneck speed, covering ten kilometers in two hours while the convoy behind them was still moving at a snail's pace, and began their raid ahead of schedule.

Scouts discovered the conscripts in Putton village.

After a short rest, Aaron and Green began to arrange their troops.

Each row has twenty-five men, and there are six rows in total, forming a square formation with a total of one hundred and fifty men responsible for frontal combat.

The other fifty men were responsible for attacking the flanks and cutting off the enemy's retreat.

After setting up their formation, they headed towards Putton Village.

Baron Claude also noticed the raiding force and led his conscripted troops to meet them in battle.

They were also fully armored and rode warhorses.

They could tell each other's identities at a glance, even from a distance.

Roman did not assign ranged units to Aaron and Green, and Baron Crow's militia also lacked longbowmen.

Therefore, the two armies stood facing each other at a distance of thirty meters.

Aaron's face beneath his helmet was indifferent, and the army behind him was equally silent. The steel-forged long-handled axes and spears stood upright, neat and uniform, as cold and imposing as an iron forest.

When Baron Crow saw the enemy's standard military posture and formation during the standoff, he had a bad feeling.

The enemy was well-organized, with their weapons arrayed like a silent forest, and their equipment and weapons were extremely sophisticated.

Their formation was loose, and he even heard several militiamen whispering among themselves.

But the field of vision on horseback is wide, and the number of both sides can be identified at a glance.

Their numbers were almost twice that of the opposing side.

This is a huge advantage!

Klaus forced himself to suppress his unease.

He is a young baron whose title is hereditary. He grew up in the Earl of Conde's castle and learned knightly skills. Now he is twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and is a second-tier conquest knight.

However, a knight-errant cannot charge when he is alone; it would be tantamount to suicide. This is not the way to suppress a rabble.

Especially since the opposing team also has a Knight of Conquest.

The main force on the battlefield still has to be this group of militia.

We can't delay any longer. If we continue to delay, the more these militiamen see the enemy's superior equipment and orderly formation, the less they will dare to charge and kill.

"Kill one enemy! Five copper coins reward!" Baron Crow shouted, drawing his knight's sword forged from magic steel. The previously low morale and fear of battle stabilized once more.

Many militiamen looked on with longing when they heard about the generous reward.

Five copper coins is no small sum; it's enough to feed a family of four well for a month.

"Kill!"

Baron Crow brandished his knight's sword.

The conscripted troops behind them surged forward in droves, some even with a sense of recklessness.

"Don't move!" Baron Crow heard the silver-armored knight shout from the other side.

A very young voice, even younger than him.

The unusually young knight was restraining his soldiers, ordering them not to charge and to maintain their formation.

A distance of fifteen meters!

"Don't move!!" the silver-armored knight shouted again.

Ten meters away!
"Don't move!!!" He was unusually calm and composed.

Five meters away!
The pupils of the lightly armed soldiers at the front reflected the image of their opponents, clad in chainmail and wielding wooden spears, pitchforks, axes, and iron swords, charging towards them.

The enemy and we are closing in, and we are about to engage in close combat!
"attack!!"

Upon hearing the command, so different from before, the soldiers at the front instinctively raised their long-handled axes, the steel axes gleaming coldly. They swung them fiercely forward!
……

The injured person let out hissing and howling.

The enemy wasn't numerous, but since they were all cavalry, they were quite formidable.

As is customary, the vanguard knights would break through the breach.

The knights who undertake this mission are usually brave and fearless, and their actions directly affect the outcome of the battle.

But no one ever told them how to break through such a heavily armored array.

They crashed head-on into it, and the enormous impact caused the heavy shield to shudder violently, creaking under the strain.

The entire steel shield was forced back more than half a meter, almost knocking the heavily armed soldiers behind it away. After the impact, the two supporting legs sank deep into the soil, making the shield structure even more solid.

This was still the result of not channeling all the impact force onto the heavy shield.

Because of the tilted structure, most of the force is dissipated.

The vanguard knights tasked with breaching the shield wall slid up—or rather, flipped over—along with their warhorses, following the angle of the shield wall's backward tilt.

The knights' warhorses struggled to complete the leaping motion.

Normally, it would be relatively easy for a warhorse to carry a person and jump more than a meter high and two or three meters far.

However, under full sprint and heavy load, they cannot jump. Even if they can jump over the first shield wall, they cannot get over the second shield wall.

As a result, a multi-vehicle collision occurred here.

More than ten riders crashed into the shields all at once, including four war knights, all of whom were killed here, dazed and confused, and lost their basic combat ability.

Even if they manage to get up, they're trapped in a tight encirclement and have no way to escape alive.

However, two of the conquering knights and other riders consciously slowed their horses down the moment they saw the shield wall, falling behind.

Upon seeing the horrific scene of the car accident ahead, they immediately pulled on the reins and made a dangerous turn.

A rider's warhorse was only a little over a meter away from the shield wall. The mud kicked up by the horse's hard hooves even splashed onto the shield wall, but he managed to make the turn, albeit dangerously, without crashing into it head-on.

They followed the other riders and left without looking back.

Meanwhile, the longbowmen's third volley was already prepared.

A volley of arrows rained down, and the riders who had escaped the shield wall crisis could not withstand the barrage of arrows. They were all hit in the back and fell to the ground dead.

However, the longbowmen's arrows were basically useless against the knights who were fully armed and well-equipped.

In the end, only two knights escaped from this battle.

(End of this chapter)