You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 190 Brutal Fighting
After Vericchka's retreat.

Another moment passed.

Count Condé learned that the Carter family was preparing to attack the enemy's rear.

“Listen to my whistle,” Earl Conde said to the scout.

The noble alliance was determined to succeed in this attack.

Few armies in this era could withstand the pressure of being attacked from both sides.

I've never heard of Earl Conde.

Sir Frant had never heard of it either.

They were caught in a ravine, surrounded by an enemy force that outnumbered them.

Which army could withstand such combat pressure?

To be on the safe side, they placed units of war knights within the army.

Because the next wave of attacks will be the conscripted army of Count Conde.

More than seventy knights followed the conscripted army in the attack, and when necessary, they served as spearheads and raiders.

This was to prevent Count Conde's conscripted army from suffering heavy losses and being forced to retreat. Therefore, the knights of various families were ordered to join the campaign.

They certainly had a supervisory role.

However, when necessary, they can also become the main force in defeating the enemy.

then.

The largest offensive of its kind has begun!

Count Conde's three thousand conscripts, seventy-odd knights, and three hundred knights in attendance formed a massive army that surged toward Roman's forces like a raging tide.

Then they were hit by a hail of arrows.

Count Condé's face darkened.

Frant couldn't bear to look.

Nima!

Just when they thought Roman was out of ammunition and supplies, he always managed to give them a damn surprise!

You fired 18,000 arrows in the first three waves of attack!

There are still some left! Does that mean it's open?!
Count Condé ordered the front ranks to raise their shields and charge forward under the barrage of arrows, a stark contrast to their previous conservative tactics.

A whistling arrow shot high into the sky, emitting a mournful cry.

……

Kilometers away.

Upon hearing the commotion, Bald Carter immediately set off, leading five hundred family warriors straight to the rear.

What awaited them were Roman's four hundred heavy infantrymen.

Roman knew the terrain of the valley better than the noble alliance.

It has both advantages and disadvantages.

By banning the knights of conquest, he had to bear the disadvantages brought about by the terrain.

The probability of being attacked from both sides is too high.

Anyone with a brain would choose this tactic.

Therefore, he ordered heavy armor to guard the rear.

But the Carter family warriors are by no means pedantic.

Those warriors were tall and brave, with long hair and beards, their skin smeared with blood, and they had the air of wild beasts.

Things are different now. Last time they tried to raid the beachhead, they suffered a great loss.

This time everyone is on land, so I don't believe we'll suffer any losses.

A beast-like army charged forward, numbering about four or five hundred.

But this is not the point.

The key point is that the beast warriors at the forefront were carrying ten thick logs!
Each log was more than half a meter thick and five or six meters long. It was carried by eight beast warriors and charged forward like a battering ram!
"Break through them!!" Bald Carter roared at the front.

……

front.

The two armies clashed fiercely.

The long-range spearmen, taking advantage of their range, killed the first wave of attackers.

Thus, the conscripted soldiers in the rear became the first batch, their pupils reflecting the gleaming spearheads and weapons.

They were scared and wanted to retreat.

But the soldiers in the rear surged forward, forcing them to attack. The vanguard retreated.

Later, the military exercise was conducted.

The knights in the rear row threatened the soldiers in the back row, forbidding them from retreating.

In such a crowded formation, a fallen friendly soldier might even be trampled to death by his teammates.

They had no room to retreat.

Finally, using the path paved with blood and corpses, the two sides began close combat.

The battle lines were severely distorted and deformed. The previously somewhat orderly defensive lines began to collapse, becoming disorganized and entering a more brutal phase of mutual slaughter.

It was at this time.

The conquering knights have begun their attack.

They were covered in smocks and mingled among the ordinary soldiers.

Once again, the mournful sound of arrows rang out, and more than seventy knights in battle neatly lifted their cloaks, revealing full-body plate armor of various colors, becoming the most eye-catching presence on the battlefield.

They were confident that no army on the battlefield would be unafraid of them!
Even a knight who dismounts is still a knight who fights!

The conquering knight is like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the center of the battlefield.

Pfft!

In an instant, blood gushed out and a head rolled off!
On the increasingly chaotic battlefield, everyone still maintained a rather chaotic battle line, which gradually changed from a battlefield depth of three or four meters to a battlefield depth of seven or eight meters, with jagged edges.

The vanguard knight, like the tip of a blade, plunged ten meters deep, as if entering an empty field, instantly shattering the balance.

They killed thirty to fifty soldiers along the way, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

This knife!

They completely stunned Roman's frontline troops!

"Aaron! Green! Dick! Stop them!"

Roman stood on a relatively high platform, drew his greatbow, and prepared to fire his magic steel arrows, which instantly pierced the bodies of the two knights.

But this did nothing to improve the overall situation on the battlefield.

Green drew his silver steel sword, and Aaron gripped his fine steel shield.

"Company commander of the first battalion, follow me!"

The two knights directly under Roman surged forward, and the squadron leaders they led all possessed the qualities of first-tier knights.

They acted like a dam, holding back the unstoppable flood.

The remaining soldiers saw that the sergeants had taken the lead and withstood the pressure on the front line.

Morale began to stabilize.

Aaron charged forward, and the vanguard knight's sword struck the shield as he collided head-on with him, knocking him to the ground.

Aaron, wielding a steel shield weighing seventy or eighty pounds, slammed it down with the base! Slam!

The blows caused the fallen knight to feel his blood rush to his head, become dizzy and disoriented.

Green and Dick intercepted another elite knight, with the former yelling, "All squad leaders! Lead your men and retreat! Retreat now!"

The battle line has been breached.

The soldiers on both sides had to retreat, or they would be caught in the enemy's wave.

In this situation, the squad leaders shouted the names of their team members and ordered them to retreat.

"Ed! Kyle! Weimar! Bossa! Drop all your spears! Retreat! I'll cover your retreat! I'll cover your retreat!"

Many squad leaders were shouting and yelling, but their voices seemed so insignificant in the midst of the frenzied fighting.

They bravely covered the retreat of ordinary soldiers.

Two hundred longbowmen rained down arrows at full speed, suppressing the rhythm of the noble coalition's attack, but this still couldn't stop their advancing speed.

Roman's captain and platoon leader were unable to withstand the large number of conquering knights.

This can only slow down the latter's advance, forcing them to fight and retreat.

"Nathan! Reorganize the battle lines!"

Roman fired his fifth Root Demon Steel Arrow.

His arrows never missed; every time he attacked, one or two people would fall.

Nathan, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly stood up.

His roar even drowned out the deafening battle cries in front of him.

"Third Battalion! Stand up! Stop them!!"

(End of this chapter)