I'm not a lord

Chapter 304 The overall situation has been decided
Facing the fully armed and rapidly approaching Shirakawa-ryu infantry, László showed no fear whatsoever.

His eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, gleamed with intense fighting spirit, and a cruel smile even curled at the corner of his mouth: Ha, you think you can take my head, Laszlo?

As the commander of the left wing, László took the initiative to charge forward. This was not recklessness, but rather a strong confidence in his own and his cavalry's fighting ability.

Who is he? He is Laslo, the invincible warrior who has fought his way through the Northern gladiatorial arenas, and the Duke of the Swamplands!
And who are the cavalrymen under his command? They are the court cavalry who have traversed the northern border!

Moreover, it was common for the commander-in-chief to lead the troops into battle at this time.

In battles involving thousands of soldiers, a commander-in-chief leading the charge can significantly boost the morale of the troops.

"Forget your fear, kill them all!"

As soon as László stood still, he raised his longsword, and the nearly five hundred court cavalrymen behind him roared, "For the Duke!"

The next second, László lunged forward, dodging numerous weapons at a tricky angle, and then thrust his longsword forward, piercing directly into the neck of an infantryman.

This lightning-fast sword strike even pierced precisely into the seam between the helmet and the plate armor, instantly killing the infantryman.

"Ha ha!"

Laszlo did not stop. He quickly drew his longsword and charged directly towards the densest part of the enemy army, his momentum like an eagle flying into a flock of chickens.

Several of his personal guards rushed forward to assist him. This small squad of five or six men was simply unstoppable, cutting down entire rows of infantrymen from Baihe Territory, like a pack of bears walking into a pea field and stomping the peas out of their pods.

Influenced by his imposing presence, the morale of the court cavalry behind him soared.

Even before charging into the enemy lines, László had already noticed the movements of his own central and right flank forces.

At present, all three armies of Golden Deer Fortress have launched their offensive, and the right-wing cavalry has most likely begun to clash with the left wing of White River Territory.

Although László is currently surrounded, his situation is not considered dangerous. Behind him are not only five hundred cavalry, but also another five hundred cavalry and over a thousand infantry.

Judging solely from troop strength, his army was no less formidable than the right wing of the Baihe Territory.

Moreover, with him, the God of Slaughter of the North, around, he has no fear whatsoever in a medium-sized battle.

Surround me? With equal numbers of troops, what can you use to surround me?
László even wanted to personally lead the charge to break through the encirclement and then turn the tables and crush the enemy forces on the right flank!

Soon, his five hundred palace cavalrymen were engaged in battle with the thousand infantrymen on the right flank.

Swords slashed, axes cleaved, hammers pounded. The sounds never stopped, like the heavy hammers of a water-powered workshop striking down one after another.

Groans erupted from the warriors' chests as countless young men were cast into eternal darkness.

Fragments of the wooden handle, the broken flagpole, the bloodstained coat of arms, and the carcasses of horses were mixed together, forming a bloody and terrifying millstone.

No one retreated; everyone moved forward. They all knew that retreating at this moment meant certain death, while moving forward was the only way to gain life and honor.

As chaos erupted in the center of the right flank, half of the barbarian archers dropped their longbows, drew their short weapons, and joined the battle.

The remaining half of the archers continued to fire arrows, as the enemy's cavalry and infantry were arriving in quick succession!

These follow-up troops were not protected by plate armor; the cavalry wore outdated chainmail, while the infantry mostly wore pitiful leather armor.

At a distance of less than 100 meters, the arrows fired from the longbow could easily break through the warriors' defenses and inflict devastating damage on them.

Yang stood on the right flank, on the west side, which had become the front line.

To his west were rows of enemy infantry closing in, and to his north were enemy cavalry pouring in through gaps in the wagon formation.

He remained calm and focused on the battles in all directions, while continuously ordering the remaining half of the barbarian archers to keep shooting arrows.

"Shoot arrows! Shoot arrows! Don't let them get close!"

The archers now aimed their arrows at the infantry to the west, and each volley could take the lives of dozens of enemy infantrymen.

These infantrymen were farmers last autumn, but now they are forced to go to a battlefield where there is no chance of survival. Their cowardice and weakness can be imagined.

But behind them was a team of over a hundred men, armed with long swords, forcing them to continue advancing.

These infantrymen were not entirely helpless against ranged attacks. They included nearly three hundred civilian crossbowmen who moved and fired as they went, using the infantry in front as human shields, and occasionally managed to kill some of the barbarian archers.

However, the barbarian archers still held the advantage overall. They had readily available fences as cover, and their longbows had a range advantage, allowing them to completely suppress the crossbowmen within a distance of 200 meters.

After several rounds of firefights, the infantry at Golden Deer Fort slowed down. Even though the supervisory team killed many retreating soldiers, they could no longer maintain their previous pace of advance.

At this moment, Yang turned his gaze to the center of the eastern position. Even through the layers of people, he could see Laszlo's two-handed greatsword flying up and down. Every time the sword was raised again, it brought out a large amount of blood.

Indeed, strong individual combat power is unlikely to play a decisive role in large-scale wars.

In the chaotic battlefield of close combat, Laslo's terrifying fighting power, like that of a demonic bear, can boost morale and inflict considerable casualties.

However, Yang was not worried, because Lynn had already laid a trap on the right wing.

Just then, a thunderous sound erupted from the barbarian archers, and the arrows they fired pierced through the gaps in the crowd like lightning, heading straight for Laszlo's head.

László, engrossed in the fierce battle, caught sight of this terrifying killing intent. He deflected the heavy halberd thrusting towards him with his sword, then suddenly turned around and used the broad spine of his sword to block the deadly arrow.

clang!
The arrow struck the sword's spine, producing a deep, resonant sound like a bronze bell. The chaotic battlefield seemed to come to a standstill, and Laszlo was forced to take a half-step to the left by the immense force emanating from the longsword.

However, this pause lasted only a moment.

The next second, Laszlo swung his longsword horizontally, directly knocking down a White River Territory infantryman who rushed forward!

At this moment, he finally had a chance to catch his breath and, following the direction from which the arrows flew, caught sight of the conspicuous figure in the barbarian archer's hand.

When László saw the archer who had ambushed him, his pupils contracted, and he muttered, "A woman?"

He never expected that the arrow was shot by a woman, and the terrifying force of the arrow was something he had never seen before.

What surprised him even more was that the bow in the woman's hand was much larger than a normal longbow, and it had a terrifying bone-white color.

That's right, the one who ambushed him with an arrow was none other than Karula, the former female war goddess of the Rift Valley Tribe and now the chief instructor of the four thousand Wilderness People.

She wasn't wearing a helmet; her smooth, long, azure hair was simply tied in a ponytail, revealing her striking, heroic face.

However, at Lynn's insistence, she wore two plates of armor on her upper body, front and back, which at least protected her vital parts. Seeing that the sneak attack had failed, Karula pulled the bowstring from the bone bow, and the entire bone bow transformed into an even more terrifying bone-colored two-handed greatsword, with its spine and guard even decorated with a large number of gleaming bone spikes.

"You stupid bear, who gave you permission to kill my student!"

As the bone bow transformed into a bone sword, Carula stepped forward, reeking of alcohol and filled with murderous intent, and lunged towards Laszlo.

Before the battle, she deliberately drank a lot of high-proof mead, which not only satisfied her cravings but also activated the [Drunken Frenzy] trait, greatly increasing her strength after a full meal.

The local people along the way made way for the instructors, and many even sang songs from their tribes to worship the god of war.

Over the course of several months, these barbarians from various tribes came to fully acknowledge Karula's extraordinary martial arts skills and continued to refer to her as the Goddess of War in private.

The so-called God of War is just the one who is the most capable in combat, right?

In the blink of an eye, Karula lunged at Laslo with the enormous bone sword in hand, the sword slashing upwards from below, its blade aimed directly at Laslo's most vulnerable armpit.

Laszlo didn't defend; instead, he raised his longsword above his head and slashed downwards, delivering a standard New Year's greeting sword strike.

This move is not only simple, but also the most powerful of all sword techniques, fully utilizing the strength of the whole body and adding the weight of the longsword.

The fine steel longsword, crafted by a master, clashed fiercely with the white bone sword, generating numerous sparks. Both combatants were forced back several steps due to the rebounding force.

During the retreat, László used his left hand to slash horizontally, forcing back two White River infantrymen who were trying to approach.

Once he had regained his footing, he looked closely and saw that the bone sword in Karula's hand was not broken at all, not even a nick had been made.

To his surprise, this woman's power level was actually slightly higher than his.

Laszlo was shocked: What the hell is this thing? A woman, and a member of the Wasteland at that, possesses such terrifying power. Is she really human?
Carula was also somewhat surprised. In her perception, Laszlo's aura was no less than Lynn's and could pose a threat to her.

"Fine, then I'll use you to feed this bone sword, and at the same time, make up for my regrets." Karula was not surprised but delighted, and her fighting spirit swelled rapidly.

She was already disappointed that she hadn't been able to spar with Lynn, and now that she had encountered a warrior whose aura was comparable to Lynn's, how could she not be overjoyed?

As for the weapon in her hand that can freely transform into a longbow and a bone sword, its material is indeed bone, but it is made from the bones of her ancestor.

This is also a tradition in her tribe, where descendants use the skeletons of their ancestors to make weapons.

Her people believed that carrying this bone weapon would bring them the protection of their ancestors.

The soldiers on both sides on the periphery were equally alarmed by the clash.

The court cavalry of Golden Deer Castle were terrified. In their minds, no one in the North could rival László, not even the former Duke of the Marshland dared to duel him.

The infantrymen on the White River Territory were overjoyed. They had stopped because of Laslo's bravery, but they saw in Karula the hope of defeating the strongest human in the North.

Someone started it, and some infantrymen in the back row shouted in unison: "God of War, kill him!"

Don't call me the God of War, I hate that title! Karula pouted and took another step forward, bone sword in hand.

László, however, had no choice but to rouse himself and take up his sword to meet the enemy.

The longsword and the bone sword clashed again, and the other warriors of both armies immediately joined the battle once more.

The chaotic battle in the center of the right flank of the White River Territory is bound to continue for a long time, until one of Karula and Laszlo falls.

If Lynn were here, he would see László's five-star rating and his A-level strength attribute.

Judging by strength alone, Laslo is not even inferior to Carula.

He also possesses three powerful traits: [Battle King], [Sturdy], and [Raging].

All three traits can enhance his combat attributes on the battlefield, but [Raging] will weaken his intelligence.

However, Carula's [Valiant] and [Drunken Frenzy] traits are stronger and have a higher boost, so over time she will inevitably gain the upper hand.

Lynn, who was on the high ground in the center, naturally noticed the battle situation on the right flank. Even from hundreds of meters away, he could see the powerful momentum of Laszlo's charge.

After all, the conspicuous golden stag banner followed closely behind László, and a large number of elite court cavalrymen would protect the banner that symbolized the duke as they advanced with him.

When Lynn first noticed Laszlo's terrifying combat power, he was even secretly alarmed: Is this new Duke of the Swamp a reincarnation of Lu Bu?

However, he quickly realized that a person's reputation precedes them, and this Laszlo truly lived up to his reputation as an invincible figure throughout the North.

An entity that can make countless proud knights of the North bow their heads in surrender is almost certainly not a weakling.

Seeing Karula break free from the barbarian archers and completely tie down Laslo, Lynn issued new orders:

"Order Hugh to attack immediately, leading five hundred heavy cavalry to cut off the enemy's retreat on the right flank, and cooperate with the right flank to completely annihilate the enemy troops who have charged into the formation! Five hundred cavalry apprentices should also attack immediately, flanking and outflanking the enemy's left flank infantry, leaving behind all the remaining hundreds of infantrymen!"

The cavalry corps consisted of one thousand cavalrymen, including five hundred heavy cavalry and five hundred light cavalry apprentices.

Lynn's order was to use heavy cavalry to surround László's thousand heavy cavalry, and then send five hundred light cavalry to quickly flank the enemy and wipe out the thousand infantry that had broken out of the enemy's left flank and out of their positions.

In other words, Lynn did not want to let any of the two thousand soldiers under Laszlo escape.

These two thousand men were definitely the true elite of the Golden Deer Fortress, including not only hundreds of heavy cavalrymen wearing new plate armor, but also a large number of civilian archers in the infantry ranks.

By eliminating these two thousand men and the new Duke of the Swamp, we would have won most of the war.

At the same time, Lynn's central and left flank forces also began to engage the enemy.

In particular, the left flank guarded by the fourth brother, Andrei, suffered a valiant charge from thousands of enemy cavalry.

However, there was no obvious gap on the left flank. There were trenches and barricades in front, the surging Sami River to the left, and the central army waiting in full battle array to the right.

The enemy cavalry could only charge the infantry squares head-on, and most of these cavalrymen were still wearing old-fashioned chainmail.

Even wearing two layers of chainmail, they couldn't withstand the longbow shots of the barbarian archers at a distance of 100 meters.

With just one volley, half of the leading cavalrymen fell.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Lynn's lips, and he thought to himself: The outcome is decided!

(End of this chapter)