"Okay." After hearing the order, Zblaze and others felt that this task was easy to complete, so they took their swords like wild beasts hunting prey, slowly approaching the uninformed lowlanders.

"Attack, kill~~~." When they were close enough, Zblaze felt that he could see the helmets of the lowland soldiers. He stood up and shouted, and rushed into the lowland soldiers' team with his hands holding the sword.

"Oh~~~." The other swordsmen followed Zblaiz and rushed in. They had no armor on their bodies. Although in the eyes of ordinary officers, they would inevitably suffer casualties due to lack of armor protection, the lack of armor made these swordsmen wielding long swords more flexible. They raised the hilt of the sword with their hands and stabbed the sharp blade into the opponent's face or chest. Their movements were quick and fast, like lightning. Before the farmers who were working with farm tools not long ago could react, they had already been stabbed into the vital point by the sword.

"It's the Pumenbruce." The farmers shouted in shock. They tried to block their opponents' attacks with the sticks in their hands, but the dozens of Pumenbruce swordsmen who broke into the team were like tigers entering the flock of sheep, and their sharp sword tips easily captured lives in the hands of these swordsmen.

"Damn it, heavy swordsmen block them." The lowland lords who were attacked in the middle drove their horses and wanted to squeeze into the middle, but there were too many people. Many peasant soldiers were suddenly attacked and were already confused. In desperation, the lord could only order their heavy swordsmen to resist the enemy's attack.

"Yes, sir." The lowland heavy swordsmen were wearing chain armor, holding a long sword and a round shield, and wearing a high-top iron helmet. They were the few elite infantrymen in the hands of the lowland lords. They used their shields to push the other soldiers aside, and then rushed towards the Pumenbruce's two-handed swordsmen with sharp swords.

"Be careful, it's the enemy's swordsman." Zblaz stabbed a peasant soldier in the heart with his sword. When he saw a group of heavy infantry rushing over, he made a sound to warn others.

"Come on." The swordsmen of Pumenbruce were not afraid. They half-squatted down and moved the center of gravity down, then carried their big swords toward their opponents.

"When~~~." The swords of the swordsmen on both sides collided together, and the swordsmen of both hands continued to play the advantages of the long sword in their hands, blocking the opponent's sword pose in one stroke and push. They were on a cruel battlefield for a long time, and every muscle on their bodies had already become familiar with the memory of battle. Although the skills of those heavy swordsmen were also very good, they were completely different in the training ground and on the battlefield.

"Oh, ah~~~." The swordsman Pumenbruce's sword stance was as fast as lightning, and he decided against his opponent in an instant. The tip of the sword pierced into his body from above the heavy swordsman's shield. The heavy swordsman screamed. His face was seriously injured by the swordsman's tip, and the wound made him mess up. Taking advantage of this gap, the swordsman with both hands successfully cut open his throat.

"Good job," Zblaze exclaimed, then used his palm to hit the top of the hilt of the sword, and the tip of the sword pierced into the chest of the opponent's swordsman, and the opponent reached his feet.

"Boom~~~." Just when Zblaze and others achieved a brilliant victory, the knights in heavy armor rushed towards them. The angry knights had completely ignored their soldiers under the horse's hooves. They trampled on their soldiers' bodies and rushed towards Zblaze and others, hoping to cut these arrogant Pmenbruces into pieces.

"Retreat, retreat." Seeing the knights move, Zblaze and others immediately escaped from their entanglement with the enemy. They retreated into the forest in battle. Although several two-handed swordsmen were cut by the knights, most of the two-handed swordsmen had successfully withdrawn from the forest.

"Damn the Pumenbruces, don't run away, coward." The Lowland Knights cursed, unwilling to give up their pursuit, and they vowed to hang the swordsmen one by one on the tree.

"How about Zblaze? Are those knights chasing?" The Husar cavalry, who had been waiting for a long time, saw Zblaze and others running into the forest. They hurriedly asked.

"Here, damn it." Zblaz gasped, held his sword to the ground, and his whole body fell to his knees on the soil.

"Okay, it's our turn." The Husar cavalrymen were overjoyed and quickly rode on their horses with javelins and scimitars, and rushed towards the direction of the knights.

"What should we do now?" someone asked at this time.

"Rest, haha." Zblaz leaned against the tree, gasping for breath. His chest was rising and falling, sweat flowing along his face, and his colorful cut-out clothes became even more ragged, but he couldn't care about these things at this time.

"What is the effect of attacking like this?" Some people questioned this kind of risky action, and felt that this little person alone would not work at all, because those thousands of enemies were still moving forward.

"I don't know, as long as I can live."

When the Husar cavalry returned again, they immediately took Zblaze and others to evacuate their contact with the enemy. Zblaze, who felt inexplicably strange, returned to the camp in a daze. They felt that they had experienced a strange battle, and then they re-entered the gambling with the bounty, but Zblaze was alone in the tent of Schwab in the distance, as if the Count was planning something important.

"Sir, we have successfully attacked the reinforcements of the Lowland Lords." Baron Coro reported to Schwab.

"Well, it's great, but I need you to organize a few more attacks, no matter how many people are, but the frequency is high, so that the enemy will gradually get used to our attacks." Schwab lay on the simple map, studied carefully and ordered Baron Koro.

"I don't understand why, sir, is this? Why don't we wipe out these damn guys at once? Look at their sluggish morale, we can kill them." Baron Coro complained.

"No, I have a plan for these people, so, my dear friend, you just need to do it." Schwab smiled. For those who only value tactics, they would not understand their plans.
Chapter completed!