This western border army who was ordered to "recruit food" was satisfied. They almost slaughtered this village of only thirty civilian households.
Having raped and plundered for a whole day, this team would have really been willing to stay in the village overnight if they had not thought of having to chase the group with the "collected" food baggage.
The commander of the food collection team, Knight Claude, was riding on the back of an old horse that was almost losing all its hair. He was tearing a whole roasted black duck in his hand, and the greasy fat on his face was shaking in the horse's limp steps. He tore into another bite of the undercooked duck leg, chewed it twice and swallowed it. Then he threw the remaining half of the duck meat to a slovenly dark-skinned soldier behind him who was covered in rags and grain bags. He then grabbed the heraldic flag carried by the attendant on the horse and wiped the grease off his hands.
The sloppy soldier who was "rewarded" with the roast duck was tearing up the red duck meat with all his strength while praising Claude, who was on horseback: "Master Claude, this time I finally got a decent harvest. These grains The baggage is enough to feed the legion for three to five days. Viscount Sauron should praise you again."
Claude sat on the old horse and turned his head to look at the food collection team that had set off from the thick smoke and entered. What they had when they came out of the village were only the grain, vegetables and fruits carried by the three two-wheeled ox carts and the grain bags on the backs of the oxen, mules and horses. Of course, the food requisition soldiers who had already robbed enough to eat were also looted, some The frightened soldiers not only packed their clothes into packages and loaded them with food, but they even had chickens, ducks, fish and geese tied to their waist belts and spear points on their shoulders. The bulging bags in their arms were filled with slightly more valuable property plundered from civilians' homes.
Of course, as the supreme commander of the food collection team, Claude did not have to worry about running out of money. When he left the village, he had ordered all those who had snatched the goods to hand over one-third of the goods, so the bags on the waists of the attendants holding flags beside him were already bulging.
Claude put his hand into his mouth and picked off the bits of meat stuck between his teeth. He flicked the meat with his fingers and the pieces flew out. He casually asked the attendant holding the flag next to him: "What happened to that woman?" Later, those bastard little officers from the Third Flag Team rushed in and snatched our wheels. When we arrived, the woman was dying. The nigger didn't mind and went up to her. I was so relieved that I couldn't do it." The attendant glanced at the soldier who was tearing the chicken behind Lao Ma with disgust and spat.
“It’s a pity. I originally wanted to take her back to the camp and sell her to the hungry guys for a few copper coins, but in the end I couldn’t even quench my thirst.” The attendant looked regretful.
"Let them rob you when they come to rob you? Useless things! Next time if someone dares to rob us, just chop him with a sword. Don't dare to mess with me just because you think he is a soldier of Viscount Sauron..."
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The Western Army's grain collection team pulled carts, drove cattle, sheep and chickens, and walked struttingly towards the town of Tyniec with the "trophies" they had plundered. The joy of the "harvest" went to their heads, and they forgot their identities and where they were.
In the wilderness of more than 500 paces on the west side of the north-south road leading to Tyniec, all the cavalry of the Welsh Army Cavalry were fighting hard. A cavalryman responsible for monitoring the Western Army's food collection team ran back on foot to the place where the cavalry was hiding in the wilderness, and greeted the waiting soldiers. Several people in Lusignan reported for a long time: "Sir, the enemy is still one mile away. They have neither outposts nor flanks. Even the soldiers in charge of guarding the team are carrying food bags on their shoulders and wearing chickens and ducks on their waists. The formation is more lazy than bandits."
Lusignan put the polished cavalry spear back into the pouch on the back of the saddle, and took out the riding bow from the left saddle bow pouch and took a look at it, saying: "These bastards really think this is their hometown, they are so crazy even after they are here."
"Jafar, pick five cavalry to guard the perimeter. If there are any bastards who slip through the net, I will leave them to you."
Jafar picked up the weighted page hammer with his right hand and waved it, "Let one escape, and I will punish myself with a monthly salary."
Lusignan nodded and said to Reyek: "Sir Reyek, you charge in with me, let you kill today, we will not leave anyone alive!"
The wandering knight Reyek has been through battles. Years of fighting have made him so perverted that he is so bloodthirsty. After the last attack on Wincheston Manor, he commanded the camp and strictly ordered not to kill indiscriminately. This made Reyek, who slashed the enemy through, very angry. At this time, hearing Lusignan's words of leaving no one alive, Reyk picked up his special thick-backed scimitar and replied with a smile: "Brother Lusignan, just watch, my scimitar is already thirsty!"
After a while, he glanced at the north and estimated that the Western army had arrived at the preset battlefield. Lusignan ran to the horse, holding the saddle iron with his left hand, stepping on the bronze stirrup with his left foot, and jumped onto the horse's back. He drew out the cavalry sword on the right side of the saddle, "Do it!"
Twenty-three horses战马在骑手的踢打下缓缓起步，朝北边开阔地奔去......
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「什么声音？」骑在老马背上哼着黄腔荤调的征粮队指挥官突然勒住了缰绳。
The attendant stopped and listened for a while, and there was indeed some noise, "Sir, is it thundering? This damn place, the weather is fine and it's going to rain again, but the sound seems~"
Claude waved his hand to interrupt the attendant's words. His expression immediately became solemn and his brows began to frown slightly.
"My lord?" the attendant asked nervously.
Claude stood up and tried to take a look at the south, but the setting sun was piercing the corners of his eyes, and the road blocked by the shadow of the mountains was impossible to see clearly.
"This voice sounds like a horse~" the attendant muttered again.
Claude finally saw the cloud of yellow dust in the shadow of the south, "Cavalry! Cavalry!!"
"Form up for defense! Form for defense immediately!" Claude turned his horse's head quickly. The old horse under him was unable to move easily, and it took him a long time to manage to do so. Claude no longer pretended to be arrogant when riding. He jumped off the horse and drew a one-handed sword from his waist. He kicked away a soldier who was looking for a queue with a grain bag and hid in the innermost side of the crowd.
The Western Army's grain collection team was already in a mess. Most of those who reacted quickly had already begun to throw away their grain bags, untied the "trophies" tied to their shoulders and waists, and quickly took off the spears used to pick up chickens and ducks to form a formation nearby. A few who reacted slowly thought they were resting in the middle and were holding grain bags and preparing to squat down to rest. It was not until they saw that their companions around them were already in combat readiness that they remembered to take a look at what was happening ahead.
At this sight, I was immediately frightened out of my mind. A group of cavalry was approaching with a roar...
Lusignan took the lead with a sword in one hand. He first directed the cavalry to throw a hail of arrows at the food collection team that hurriedly retracted its defense from a distance of more than 60 steps. More than 20 light arrows caused quite a commotion to the hurriedly arrayed Western army.
After a round of arrows, the distance between the two sides was only about thirty steps. The cavalry on the galloping horses returned their crossbows and drew out their respective cavalry melee weapons.
"Wedge-shaped pigs rush into formation, interspersed in the middle, and attack on both sides."
At Lusignan's order, the middle part of the cavalry team lined up began to accelerate, and the two wings shrank toward the middle into a wedge-shaped arrow blade and rushed towards the food collection team that had not yet completed the formation.
The frontier troops were also professional soldiers, not to mention that these people were also selected. Those who could not hold their nerve at the critical moment when facing the cavalry's frontal assault would definitely try to escape. However, although this unsuspecting Western army missed the best time to form a formation to defend the enemy because of carrying food and meat, they did not collapse in the face of the enemy.
The few Western troops who responded in time have already pointed their short spears, swords and shields at the charging cavalry under the command of one or two officers.
"Steady! Steady!" Claude raised his sword and stood behind the first row of soldiers "from the front" to command.
The Western soldiers in the front row shook their teeth and sifted through the chaff in preparation for the impact.
The cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the roar of iron hoofs on the ground and the rough breathing of war horses impacted the eardrums of the Western soldiers.
Bang!
Bang Bang...
The first horse with breastplates raised its front hooves and jumped over the short spears in the front row, smashing into the Western army's array. Then the second and third horses directly knocked away the short spears, knocking a soldier who was about to draw his sword seven or eight feet away. The soldier fell to the ground and struggled twice but could not stand up again.
Under the impact of Lusignan's troops, the loose Western enemy formation was immediately "split" into two parts about ten paces apart. The cavalry who broke through the enemy's formation reined in their reins and immediately turned around. Under the leadership of Lusignan and Reyek, they were divided into two parts. The two teams each waved their swords towards the left and right wings and charged again...
A one-sided massacre. In a carefully planned ambush battle, an equal number of assault cavalry faced off against the exhausted infantry who had been "fighting and looting" for a day. The result needs no introduction.
The leading knight named Claude was still very fierce. Even if he was in a desperate situation, he still chose to fight to the death. When all the attendants and soldiers around him were almost dead, he asked for a fair duel.
Lusignan agreed to the request of the leading knight in order to end the battle as soon as possible and avoid unnecessary trouble.
Then at the moment when Claude lowered his guard, Jafar raised his hand and shot an arrow into Claude's throat, and then peeled off his weapons and armor while Claude was still conscious...
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At the lord's residence of Wincheston Manor, Art was analyzing a sheepskin situation map with Odo Angus and others on where the western border army might attack. Because Art did not dare to judge whether the menacing frontier army was just retaking Wincheston or had other motives, he sent two flag troops to garrison Lane Manor and guard the road down the south valley.
While several people were discussing, a cavalry messenger quickly walked into the mansion, "Sir, good news! The cavalry detoured from the eastern hills and sneaked into the north of the county. Seventeen miles north of Tyniec City, they intercepted a group of soldiers slaughtering villages and grabbing food from the western border. Army, more than 20 enemies were killed in formation!"
At glanced at the position in the north of the county on the sheepskin map, and said: "Well done, that's it. As long as they dare to send small teams around to grab food and supplies, you will all be intercepted and killed by me."
"Ron, has Stanley's task force sent back any news?"
"Sir, the task force sent back a message at noon today that no food convoys have appeared in the north." There are plenty of food supplies in the manors and villages, and Viscount Pierre does not provide food. It is impossible for them to be unprepared."
Matt raised his head suddenly and said to Ron: "Send an order to Stanley, no matter what method he uses, seal the baggage line in the north and not allow half a grain of food to arrive at the Western Army camp!"
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Three miles east of Tyniec County, a hilly and flat land sheltered from the wind became a temporary camp for the border troops marching south to the west. The Western troops who did not carry enough camp supplies could only cut down miscellaneous trees and branches from the hills to build simple shacks to avoid the cold. Many lazy soldiers did not want to waste their energy, so they just wrapped their cotton armor and found a dry place to lie down.
In the only military tent in the camp, Sauron, the commander of the Western Army, almost roared with anger. After a while, a cavalry team of more than ten cavalry left the camp and ran towards the north...