I'm not a lord

Chapter 306 The Death of László

The cavalry legion led by Hugh, the second son, was Lynn's biggest trump card in the Battle of the Sami River.

The legion's five hundred heavy cavalrymen were not only armored for both themselves and their horses, but also equipped with the finest half-body plate armor or plate armor.

Lynn poured most of the half-body plate armor he had accumulated over the past year into this army.

Besides their equipment, the personnel of these cavalrymen were also quite remarkable.

Many of the cavalrymen were legitimate knights from the feudal era, having received knightly training from a young age. Their martial arts and horsemanship were superb, comparable to the court cavalry of Golden Deer Fortress.

Therefore, Lynn placed high hopes on this heavy cavalry force, and its deployment on the battlefield was expected to be decisive.

Before the official deployment, Hugo gave a brief pre-battle pep talk to his cavalry:

"I won't say anything else. The Earl has given us only one task: to eliminate all enemies we can see and win this war! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the five hundred cavalrymen roared in unison, the sound waves even startling the birds deep in the oak forest.

Leshke, the squadron leader, stood at the very front of the column, head held high and chest puffed out, his heart pounding with excitement.

This battle will face the genuine Golden Deer Court cavalry, the most powerful cavalry in the North before, bar none.

If they can defeat this renowned cavalry force in the North today, the White River Cavalry Legion will take its place and become the new cavalry king of the North.

Don't underestimate them just because they only have five hundred riders. Once Earl of White River has taken full control of the marshland, he will naturally expand this cavalry force significantly.

As a result, Leshek's status in the army will inevitably rise, and it is not impossible for him to be promoted to captain of a 500-cavalry unit in a short period of time.

Last year, Leszek distinguished himself in the battle against the former Earl of Blackwood in the western suburbs of Three Rivers, and today he should strive for even greater achievements.

Make a name for yourself today!
“Very good.” Hugh looked around at the spirited cavalrymen below, nodded in satisfaction, and then said in a deep voice, “Mount up and come with me on a journey to hell!”

Before long, the five hundred heavy cavalry charged out of the oak forest and galloped straight toward their right flank.

The remaining five hundred cavalry apprentices also mounted their horses, but they were not equipped with high-quality armor and their mounts were of poor quality, making it difficult for them to launch a rapid charge. They could only play a follow-up role in clearing the battlefield.

At this moment, the battle on the right flank of Baihe Territory had only been going on for less than ten minutes.

In those days, battles generally progressed slowly. Although the total number of people on both sides was less than 20,000, if they really fought at close range, it would be difficult to determine a winner in less than one or two hours.

On the right flank, where the fighting was most intense, László did indeed lead over a thousand cavalrymen into the enemy ranks, but he did not panic. Instead, he rallied his dismounted cavalry to fight to the death.

At a normal pace of combat, it would take Lynn at least half an hour to completely defeat this force with the two thousand soldiers he had deployed on the right flank.

After all, neither side was fighting bare-handed. Soldiers who could enter such battlefields were at least wearing helmets and two pieces of chainmail, and their vital parts were usually protected by iron plates.

While it may not be as intense as the brawls between armored soldiers in the plate armor era, it still takes considerable effort and time to kill such heavily protected soldiers.

However, the presence of these two people accelerated the process of determining the winner.

That was Karula and Laslo, who were engaged in a 1v1 duel amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

Both of them had never met their match since their debut. Now that they had suddenly encountered an evenly matched opponent on the battlefield, they naturally had to settle the score.

To the other soldiers, the two men were locked in close combat, each swing of their greatswords creating a flurry of sword shadows and dust, making it difficult for anyone else to get close.

Because of the passionate clash between the two men, the soldiers of both armies paused briefly before resuming their battle.

In László's eyes, all he could see was the tall and swift figure of the barbarian woman.

In a duel of this caliber, he could not afford to be distracted in the slightest. Every sword strike from his opponent was aimed at his vital points, and the slightest lapse in concentration would result in defeat and death.

Compared to the nervous Laszlo, Carula was clearly much more at ease.

After exchanging blows several times, she clearly felt that her opponent was neither as strong nor as fast as her.

Moreover, the wine she had just drunk was emitting amazing heat in her stomach, which continuously flowed into her limbs and bones, further enhancing her overall attributes.

"clang!"

Laszlo's steel longsword slashed down once more with a whoosh, sparks flying as it clashed with Karula's bone sword, landing on their dusty armor.

After this exchange, his breathing became rapid, his steps became disordered, and his cheeks under his helmet flushed an abnormal red.

The "Raging" trait made his temples throb, and each swing of his sword was faster and heavier than the last, but also harder to stop.

Laszlo can't stop, and he shouldn't stop.

He was surrounded by many elite enemy infantrymen, and if he stopped, several heavy halberds would immediately be thrust at him.

In this extremely chaotic battlefield, even a powerful warrior like him could not ultimately take on a hundred men single-handedly.

Laszlo took two steps back, dissipating the terrifying force from the longsword. He then lunged forward again, swinging his longsword with it, the blade aimed directly at Karula's exposed upper arm.

At this point in the battle, László finally managed to take advantage of the initiative to briefly distract himself and observe his opponent's appearance.

He suddenly realized that the woman, whose strength seemed to surpass his, was barefoot.

Furthermore, he wore almost no clothing on his lower body, only covering his thighs with a white-gray animal hide, while his upper body was covered with a set of plate armor, which looked quite out of place.

Laszlo was no stranger to plate armor. Last year, the Black Shirt knights who had escaped from Three Rivers City brought back information about this new type of armor, claiming that it was exceptionally sturdy.

However, due to the short timeframe, the spies sent by Golden Deer Fortress to Three Rivers City did not obtain the method for making this armor, nor did they capture any such armor on the battlefield, making it difficult to replicate.

But for László, none of that mattered.

He knew that with his martial arts skills and strength, he could hardly hurt his opponent's vitals, so every sword strike was aimed at the opponent's exposed arms or thighs.

A duel, of course, is about targeting weaknesses. This isn't about being cunning or treacherous; it's about pursuing and yearning for victory.

Seeing Laslo's move, Carula couldn't help but chuckle to herself: This human kid is quite clever.

At the same time, her hands didn't stop either. She swung the seemingly heavy but actually light bone greatsword, easily blocking Laszlo's horizontal slash.

As she deflected her opponent's longsword, she even had the strength to twist her wrist, propelling the bone sword straight at Laszlo's face.

With a dull thud, László took a half-step back, narrowly avoiding the sword strike. The soles of his boots slipped on the blood-soaked ground, and he nearly collided with a court cavalryman behind him.

This means that his physical strength has been largely depleted, and his control over his body has inevitably decreased.

He gritted his teeth and charged forward again, gripping his sword with both hands and pointing it directly at Karula's head.

This was a thrust that he had used repeatedly in the arena, and with the added strength, it could sometimes even pierce through a helmet.

But Karula didn't dodge or evade. Her bone sword held upright in front of her, precisely blocking the tip of the steel longsword. As the two swords clashed, she suddenly twisted it to the left. The steel longsword's blade was nicked by the bone spike of the bone sword. Laszlo felt a terrifying force surge through his arm, and his right hand, gripping the sword, loosened slightly. He hurriedly retreated, simultaneously tightening his grip on the hilt with his left hand, but he didn't notice that Karula had already taken a swift step forward.

'This kid's almost out of energy, but it's pretty good that he's lasted this long.'

Karula realized that her opponent was exhausted and his weapon was damaged, so she didn't want to fight him any longer.

Suddenly, the bone sword in her hand slashed horizontally, not at Laszlo's body, but at his wrist.

Laszlo could only continue to retreat while wielding his longsword to fight back.

The hundred-times-forged longsword, crafted by a master craftsman, clashed once again with the bone sword.

At the moment of impact, Karula once again used her superhuman strength to lift the bone sword, and then delivered another fierce slash, striking the nick in the longsword of Laslo.

Boom.

With a crisp sound, the longsword in Laszlo's hand snapped in two.

The breaking of the weapon caused Laszlo to pause for a moment, and an expression of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

This sword was forged by the best blacksmith in Golden Deer Fortress, yet it broke on the battlefield today, which shows that the bone sword is far harder than this hundred-forged longsword.

At this point, László finally recalled the several alien races mentioned in the ancient texts.

Clearly, the enemy he was facing this time was not human! It was a different race that had been missing for a thousand years on the continent of Dievas.

But Karula didn't care about any of that. She seized the moment and slashed forward with the spine of her sword, striking Laszlo's left shoulder directly.

Even with the protection of the new plate armor, László's shoulder armor still couldn't withstand the powerful blow, and it dented downwards.

His shoulder blade shattered instantly, and he lost all strength. Under the heavy pressure of the bone sword, he knelt heavily on one knee.

"Well"

The sharp pain in his shoulder did not cause Laszlo to howl in agony. Instead, a surge of heat ignited within his body, unleashing astonishing power once more.

He tried to get up, supporting himself with the broken sword, but then Carla's shadow suddenly loomed over him.

Instead of using the bone sword, the latter raised his left foot and stomped heavily on Laszlo's right shoulder armor.

That kick crippled his right shoulder. The broken sword slipped from his loosened hand and stuck into the soil beside him, the blade still trembling slightly.

"You..." László's roar was stuck in his throat. His hands were crippled and his strength was suppressed. Only his head could still stubbornly lift up.

Carula leaned down, her sharp gaze meeting Laszlo's unyielding eyes. Her voice was as cold as the wind in the wasteland: "You just killed a few of my students. Pay with your heads."

László's eyes darted wildly inside his helmet. He wanted to scream and struggle, but the excruciating pain in his shoulders made even breathing difficult.

As darkness fell, he collapsed.

But in the darkness, he could feel something sharp moving toward his neck, and then he completely lost consciousness.

The newly appointed Duke of the Marshland died so simply on the battlefield.

Karula stood still and slowly sheathed her bone sword.

László's body was still lying on the ground, but his head and body had been separated.

While Karula admires enemies of this caliber, she shows them no mercy.

Moreover, Lynn had given her instructions before the battle, instructing her to kill the strongest enemy soldier.

She had no choice but to obey the order, since Lynn was in charge of her beverage supply.

Karula glanced down at the bloodstains on the bone sword, flicked her right hand, and the pale bone sword was cleaned up again.

She glanced again at the gradually cooling corpse, but didn't touch the broken sword stuck in the ground.

She then turned around again and swung her sword at the two stunned palace cavalrymen.

Meanwhile, Lao San Yang had already noticed the outcome of the battle.

He quickly took the lead in shouting, "László is dead! Cease resistance immediately!"

The other infantrymen present followed suit, advancing forward while chanting the same surrender slogans.

For these soldiers in Baihe Territory, beheading an enemy soldier was considered the same as forcing an enemy soldier to surrender on the spot.

In the past ten minutes, the right-wing infantry has suffered nearly three-digit casualties.

Their opponents were the court cavalry, renowned for their bravery and skill in battle, so it's not surprising that they suffered such a large number of casualties.

Since we can force the enemy to surrender, there is no need to make any more unnecessary sacrifices.

Most of the barbarian archers were not proficient in the common language of the continent, so they did not join in chanting slogans, but instead praised their war god.

"Mars!"

"Mars!"

"Mars!"

Hearing these shouts, a helpless expression appeared on Karula's face.

I am not a war god at all, nor do I want to be the war god of the Rift Valley Division. You have to call me instructor!

With László's death, fear quickly began to spread among the court cavalry on the right wing.

The reason they were willing to fight to the death was mostly to follow the young duke who was leading the charge.

Now that the Duke is dead, how much fighting spirit do they have left?
Many of the palace cavalrymen had already begun to retreat in the direction they had come from.

But what other way out do they have?
Not only had the right-wing infantry already cut off their retreat, but they had also encircled the remaining hundreds of cavalrymen.

On the right flank were five hundred of Hugo's cavalry.

These cavalry charged forward, colliding head-on with the Golden Deer Fort reinforcements attempting to support the right flank, preventing them from rescuing the besieged troops.

Meanwhile, Carula led the invigorated White River infantry forward, quickly eliminating dozens of Laszlo's fierce guards and seizing the golden stag banner that symbolized the Duke of the Marshlands.

As the flag fell with a thud, the battle on the right wing gradually drew to a close.

(End of this chapter)