Chapter 18: Temptation of the enemy deep

The fragrant breeze blows through this once peaceful plain, and at this time it will no longer be calm. The drums of war are beating, the sound of trumpets, and the sound of weapons and armor rubbing. To the east is the army of the Stockingshire nobles, and to the west is the Mark Legion led by Schwab. In terms of number of people, there were more than 1,000 people fighting in the East, while the Mark Legion has only more than 300 people. In terms of number of people, the Steting nobles have an absolute advantage. Is Schwab crazy?

"Sir Earl, the number of enemies seems to be very large." Sir Koro looked at the aristocratic troops on the opposite side. Although the light infantry accounted for the vast majority of the aristocratic troops, there were also many light cavalry units and heavy cavalry. In this plain, they could almost effortlessly level Schwab and his troops.

"There are many people, but they are almost uncoordinated and organized." Schwab saw the weaknesses between the nobles from the bombardment of the nobles, but the number of enemies did have an absolute advantage. Even the elite infantry of the Mark Legion could not fight against opponents several times their own.

"Ahaha, damn arrogant man, he actually brought such a little man to fight us. Is he crazy?" The nobles rode on the horse and saw the enemy with only hundreds of people on the opposite side, mocking the opponent.

"Mr. Magnus, you're right. These invaders are a group of idiots. They will leave their heads here today." The nobles said to Magnus who mobilized them, and Viscount Magnus looked proudly at the opposite side, and then imagined how he would be when he held the slanderous count on his horse.

"How many knights and cavalry are there for the nobles?" said William, the young attendant who picked up a single-eyed telescope and observed the noble troops.

"My Count, there are a total of one hundred cavalrymen, and the majority of the remaining are recruiting peasants and more than five hundred spearmen." The young attendant William said in a tender voice, and his clear words allowed Schwab to obtain battlefield information accurately.

"Very good, Otto, when the nobles sounded their first horn, we will follow the plan. You have told the sergeant chiefs about our plan." Schwab turned his head and said to bald Otto.

"No problem, Count, I have told the sergeant chiefs, and Mag will also ensure the smooth progress of the plan." Bald Otto uncovered his mask and pounded his breastplate with iron gloves, making a sonorous sound.

"Woo~~~~." The nobles thought they had won the victory, and they felt sad for the weak enemy's power. When the first horn sounded, a monk with Peter's hair on his head held an oak cross and slowly passed by the nobles' troops. The soldiers in the nobles' troops knelt down devoutly, praying for their good luck today.

"Sir Earl, you can start." Sir Koro looked at Schwab, who nodded and ordered the plan to begin.

"What are they doing?" When the nobles and their troops lowered their heads and prayed, the Schwab's troops on the opposite side suddenly turned around and began to retreat. This unexpected scene made the nobles and their soldiers wonder. This kind of voluntary withdrawal had never happened before the fight had started.

"They seem to be running away." A young nobleman stood up and looked, because they did not have observation tools such as telescopes, and after observing for a while, he came to this conclusion.

"Oh, the damn invaders have fled, so we have won." Seeing the invaders who fled without fighting, the soldiers in the noble army shouted happily. After all, the farmers who were forced to the battlefield by the nobles did not want to die here. If the nobles had not threatened to take back the land, no one would have taken up simple tools to fight with unknown enemies.

"What should we do?" the nobles asked Viscount Magnus, who was like everyone's backbone at this time.

"What are you still standing there? Of course, you should chase after them and kill those enemies immediately, and don't let those damn cowards go." Magnus was almost confused about this inexplicable victory, but when he remembered the humiliation his son suffered, he did not hesitate to lead the noble troops to kill the enemy completely. Unfortunately, this irritable nobleman had never studied "The Battle of Cao Hui", otherwise he would find that the soldiers of the Mark Legion left in an orderly manner, their pace was not messy, and the flag was not lost.

"Okay, the knights charge and kill those cowards." The nobles felt excited when they thought of the slaves and spoils obtained from defeating the enemy. They drew their swords and shouted at the knights and cavalry of their family. The knights had been feeling uncomfortable for a long time. The reason they could still hold back was because of the constraints of the nobles. Now that they were summoned, they immediately shouted and galloped forward. The infantry were completely forgotten by the nobles. In the eyes of the nobles, these farmers were okay to use as cannon fodder, but if they were fighting for spoils with them, they would rather forget it.

"These abominable nobles." cursed an old farmer holding a bent spear, and the young farmer beside him looked at him curiously.

"Old Bober, what's going on?" It was probably the first time that the young farmer went to the battlefield. He nervously held the fork in his hand and squeezed into the team of his compatriots.

"Hmph, don't you understand this?" The old farmer seemed to have been through the battlefield for a long time. He raised his hand and pointed it at the knights who were injected with chicken blood, as if everyone knew the truth.

"What?" the young farmer asked in a daze.

"The enemy fled, but the nobles were afraid that we would grab the spoils, so they deliberately left us alone. They were really a damn mess, bah." Old Pobert spat out angrily, he had to work hard for these nobles to cultivate land for the rest of his life, and he had to fight for the nobles when the war broke out. As a result, he finally fought a battle of smooth sailing, but he couldn't even get anything. It was really damn.

"Yes, damn nobles." Old Pobert's words resonated among the infantry, but they could only complain. The nobles and knights both ran very fast on horseback. The infantry not only could not follow with their legs, but were also subject to the constraints of the low-class attendants. They could only stare at the enemies and nobles who were leaving.

"Run, run." Schwab was riding a horse on both sides of the Mark Legion soldiers. At this time, the Mark soldiers carried spears and carried some equipment on their backs, and desperately ran to the reserved canyon. This was the place where Schwab's reconnaissance light cavalry discovered. Schwab wanted to use the enemy's arrogance to attract the nobles and knights, but he didn't know if the nobles were deceived.

"Sir, what if the Stedetin nobles were not deceived?" Sir Liugudi did not agree with Schwab's plan to deceive the enemy. After all, in the heart of this sir who had received orthodox knight education, it was the right way to defeat the enemy on the battlefield. However, Schwab had absolute prestige in the Mark Legion, and Sir Liugudi could only think about it in his heart.

"Are they chasing?" Schwab tightened the reins after running for a while, and looked back, Sir Koro and his Husar Light Cavalry stayed behind to investigate.

"Sir Earl, they are here." After a while, Sir Koro and the Husar cavalry rode wildly, and they shouted loudly as they ran.

"Have you all been pressed over?" Schwab grabbed Sir Koro who ran to him and asked. If all the enemies were pressed over, Schwab's retreat would have no meaning. He could only retreat to Muzhai to prepare to defend the city.

"No, the nobles and knights were chasing after them as if they were crazy, but they left the infantry in place. It was really strange." Sir Coro said in wonder.

"Very good, let's retreat to the canyon and meet their cavalry." When Schwab heard that the opponent's cavalry was rushing over, he felt relieved. He wanted to say that the most feared thing about the Mark Legion was the cavalry.

The entire Mark Legion accelerated and finally entered the canyon before being chased by the Stedetin nobles. Seeing the Maerke Legion retreating into the canyon, the nobles rushed in without any hesitation. After all, in this era, no infantry could face the charge of heavy cavalrymen.

"Roar, kill those cowards." Magnus kicked the stirrups, stretched forward with his body forcefully, waving his sword to command. The knights flattened the rifles, clamped the horse's belly, and rushed. The roar of horse hooves and neighing war horses throughout the canyon. However, they did not notice that the escaped Mark Legion soldiers stopped retreating. Amid the commands of the sergeant commanders, a square array of spears like hedgehogs was formed.

In the study of later historians, historians generally believe that the aristocrats' carelessness caused the failure of the Stedetin army. After all, if more than 500 cavalry were more cautious, they would not be easily defeated by the Marks. However, a famous historian believed that no general in that era would believe that an army that fled on the battlefield would have a low morale and a chaotic organization. This was entirely due to the role of the excellent sergeant commander of the Maerkes and the daily training of the Marks soldiers, which was impossible for the feudal troops in that era.

The knights shouting family slogans rushed into the narrow canyon under the leadership of the nobles. The huge canyon became crowded. The knights unknowingly felt constantly bumping with their companions during the charge. At this time, the knights who rushed to their foreheads would not care about these trivial things. They just needed to straighten the carriage and rush towards the enemy to complete the task. What's more, they said it was impossible to stop, because the companions behind were squeezing them forward continuously. They gradually saw the enemy opposite from the gap in their helmets. The knights in the first row suddenly felt their scalp numb, and they saw a hedgehog-like square spear placing in front of them.
Chapter completed!