The sudden change occurred, and most of the Swabian soldiers had no time to react. It was not until the commander who was on horseback to pick up the surrender galloped back and roared for the soldiers to turn around and break out that they realized that they had been trapped. Unfortunately, the ambush they suffered at this moment was exactly their plan to deal with the Burgundian reinforcements a few days ago, and they lifted a rock and hit themselves in the foot.
Although there was a leading commander, it was too late. When more than seventy Swabian soldiers drew their weapons and planned to break out, more than four hundred enemy soldiers had already blocked the exit of the Heyuan Peninsula. Even if the opponent was just a simple light infantry wearing ragged armor and holding iron spears and daggers, they could not withstand the overwhelming numbers and preparations on the other side.
The Swabian commander's mind was working rapidly. He was desperately thinking of countermeasures. For a moment, he was helpless. He could only send a small officer under his command to negotiate with the enemy on the opposite side to delay time.
Gentleman and war etiquette were obviously not familiar words to the prisoner recruits who had just put on their shirts and picked up weapons. When three soldiers walked towards the 2nd Infantry Regiment of the Jonah Border Army that was blocking the retreat, the panicked bastard shouted "Kill the enemy!". As a result, hundreds of angry prisoner recruits suddenly rushed towards the dozens of Swabians who were blocked in the river.
The Swabians did not expect that the other party did not practice battlefield etiquette at all, but thinking about what they had done in the past few days, they seemed to have no shame in finding fault.
The enemy is at hand and there is no way out. Seventy or so Swabians plan to fight to the death, and if they are lucky, a few may be able to break out.
However, just as they raised their swords and shields to prepare for the impact, suddenly there was a buzzing sound in the air behind them. Before the Swabians could turn their heads, several trembling arrows were inserted into their backs...
The appearance of the baggage convoy that was previously chased by the Swabians suddenly changed. About thirty crossbowmen armed with crossbows and a dozen soldiers in tight leather armor suddenly emerged from the felt-covered carriage. Except for the last car in the convoy, which contained food, weapons and armor, the other seven carriages were all filled with hidden soldiers.
When faced with enemies from both sides, the transformation between a pack of wolves and a lamb is only a matter of seconds.
At this moment, Hans, the new recruit who was in the front, was very brave, not only because his squadron leader, Lieutenant Commander Rigg, was holding a broad ax that could cut him in half to supervise the formation, but also because the number of soldiers around him was six or seven times more than his opponent. Three or four people may not be able to defeat the opponent, but six or seven more would be unreasonable.
The absolute superiority in numbers, the sharp swords in the rear formation, and the huge profits promised before the war were enough for Hans to fight for his life.
Before the war, Lord Odo, the commander of the army, had already made it strict. Anyone who kills the enemy on the battlefield will be rewarded with a bag of beer and a pound of bacon. The most important thing is that after killing the enemy, the killer can possess the enemy's weapons and armor. On a battlefield where death can occur at any time, nothing is more attractive than a suit of sophisticated weapons.
Hans felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. His mouth was dry, his whole body was shaking, and his scalp was numb. This intense body reaction made him feel even more excited. The short spear in his hand was raised flat, and the soles of his feet were getting faster and faster as if there was wind. The tattered leather armor was swinging up and down, bending. The curved short spear rose and fell, and in a short while he rushed from the back position to the front, but he never ran too fast, because all his courage and confidence came from the large group of companions beside him, who were like an iron wall that made people feel safe enough.
The crossbowmen at the end of the river are still firing arrows, but the Swabians have already deployed a dozen people to deal with the crossbowmen at the other end of the river, leaving the frontal targets to shrink again. Hans aimed at a similar-looking Swabian soldier wearing iron armor fifty steps away. The brand-new armor was eye-catching and its defensive power was visible to the naked eye. If he could get that armor, the heavy hammer buckler in the owner's hand and the fine iron dagger at his waist, his chances of surviving in the next battle would be greatly increased.
One hundred steps turned into fifty steps, and fifty steps turned into twenty. Hans began to lift the short spear in his hand. Because the shaft of the short spear was a little bent, Hans had to raise it slightly to make the tip of the spear point at the Swabian soldier with the nose of the wine trough. It could be seen that the Swabian soldier's body was shaking, which made Hans's last worry slowly dissipate.
Twenty steps came in a blink of an eye. Hans opened his mouth with rotten teeth, and the saliva was squeezed out of the gap between his teeth with a roar and spewed out of his mouth.
Bang!
Because the force was not in a straight line, the curved short spear in Hans' hand was blocked by the Swabian soldier's round shield, and Hans was also knocked aside due to the inertia of the huge impact.
There are more wolves than meat. Hans is not the only one who is staring at this new pair of armor and heavy hammered buckler. At the moment Hans is blocked, two other infantrymen holding sickles (sticks tied with sickles) and iron nails and big clubs have already pounced on the guy, and there are three other soldiers who are running over to join the battle group.
Seeing that the Swabian soldier had been annihilated by the crowd, the red-faced Hans got up from the ground, looked at the Swabian soldier's head that was struggling to come out from the ground, aimed at the neck he just stretched out, pounced forward, opened his bloody mouth, and bit the Swabian soldier's throat...
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The battle is over, and the blood of the prisoner recruits of the Yona Border Guard Corps, who have just transformed into wild wolves, begins to run cold.
After the passion comes fear and repentance. Except for a few who are bloodthirsty maniacs, most of the prisoners who used their fanaticism to kill for the first time could no longer hold back, trembling, vomiting, crying, or being silent and dull-eyed...
Hans belonged to the latter. He sat motionless next to the corpse whose fangs pierced the throat bone and was bitten to death, with black and red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
A brave soldier who had just joined the battle group had already plundered the corpse with a broken neck. He picked up a brand new set of full-body armor and threw it in front of Hans. "Man, you are such a fucking animal! Okay, I think you were killed, so this armor belongs to you, but the heavy hammer buckler, dagger and the armor inside him will be divided equally among us. If it weren't for me, Even if they hold him down, you can't bite his neck off."
Seeing that Hans still had a stupid look on his face, the brave soldier did not continue to pester him, "My name is Bury, you can call me a butcher. I am a cattle killer, and I also kill people occasionally."
After that, the butcher Bury swung his hammer twice, picked up a set of cotton armor stained with human blood and incontinent urine, and walked toward the river.
Squadron Captain Rigg, who commanded the veterans and brave new recruits to clear the battlefield, walked to Hans carrying a long-handled battle ax and a small leather buckler.
Plop!
Rige raised his foot and kicked Demented Hans on the shoulder, knocking Hans to the ground.
"Who are you pretending to be stupid for? Coward, remember you still owe two lives!" Rigg hit Hans with his ax and shield, then turned around and walked away.
Hans was awakened by this kick, his pupils began to converge, his dull eyes regained their energy, and his blurred vision gradually became clearer.
A strong stench surged from Hans's throat to his nose——
Vomiting～
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"Lord Odo, the battlefield has been cleared. It is initially estimated that sixty-six enemy soldiers have been wiped out in this battle, including an enemy cavalry who came back for reinforcements. Three people jumped into the water, one escaped, and six surrendered. Those who surrendered included a leading knight and two trainee knights. Seven of our troops died in the battle and five were seriously injured." The heavy armored infantry team in the nest should have been succeeded. Chief Colin has selected more than forty elites to drive to reinforce the heavy armored infantry team. According to the captured trainee knights, they still have about twenty soldiers and looted property in the nest." The literate baggage clerk in the command camp of the second regiment excitedly reported the situation on the battlefield to Odo, annihilating an elite enemy soldier at a very small cost, which in itself is an exciting thing.
In this kind of battle, the number of enemies killed on the battlefield is no longer what Odo is interested in. He raised his head and asked: "What are the seizures?" What was seized was 21 sets of armor, 5 sets of half plate armor, 19 sets of half mail armor, 53 sets of cotton and leather armor, and 67 sets of full and half disc helmets, and more than 200 pieces of long and short weapons. We haven't had time to count the clothes, boots, and scraps of military equipment. Apart from the weapons and armor that were divided among the soldiers who made meritorious service to the enemy, about half of them were left."
"By the way, there is also a war horse, but its front legs were cut by the recruits, so it is estimated that it will not be able to fight."
Otto suddenly turned around and glanced at the war horse lying in the distance, and cursed: "It was that bastard who chopped up the war horse? Wasn't it already surrounded by people? Why did he still chop off the horse's legs?" They were very stubborn, and the soldiers were anxious and cut the horse's legs before throwing off the enemy cavalry~"
"A bunch of guys who don't know the importance of the horse. Do you know how valuable the war horse is? Medic, let the medic go see if you can treat it!" Odo called to the personal guards around him to take the medic to treat the injury of the war horse.
"Lord Odo, how to distribute the remaining weapons and armor?" the official asked again.
Otto thought for a while and replied: "The warriors who killed the enemy have been assigned a lot of weapons and armor. The remaining weapons and equipment plus the weapons and equipment captured from the enemy's lair will be put together by your transport team to roughly 80 sets (minus the equipment). ), each flag team was given ten sets of weapons, and the flag captains were asked to distribute them to those soldiers who fought more bravely according to their battlefield performance. "
The baggage officer immediately picked up a charcoal stick and wrote down a few words on the birch bark.
A flag captain in charge of handling the prisoners came over, bowed to Odo, and then asked: "Lord Odo, what should we do with these prisoners?"
Otto glanced at the several Swabian soldiers kneeling on the river bank and the three lords who preferred death to kneeling, and replied: "Those three knights were tied up and brought back to the central army for disposal. The remaining enemy soldiers were asked to each of the recruits who had not been stained with blood on the battlefield today to chop and stab twice with their swords, so that everyone could be stained with blood. They have been baptized by God, and now it is time to wash them with the blood of war."
"Yes!"