Chapter 32 Temporary truce

Schwab's cavalry rushed into the mercenary ranks, causing great chaos to the opponent. If it were ordinary troops, the morale would be shaken under this charge. However, these mercenaries had a tough character. Even in this unfavorable situation, they were still fighting tenaciously. The blood stained the clothes of many mercenaries, including the Mark soldiers and the mercenaries' own blood. What supported the mercenaries fighting was not loyalty to Robert, but just the courage to be in a desperate situation.

Schwab saw a mercenary company captain standing up tenaciously after being knocked away by a horse. Although the heavy armor on the mercenary company captain played a protective role, the mercenary captain didn't even have time to pick up his helmet, so he stood up and picked up his sword and threw it into the battle again.

The mercenary's terrifying sword swung the Mark soldiers in half. The Mark soldiers' internal organs and blood fell on the grass, and the bodies fell to the ground like half of wood. The surrounding Mark soldiers gradually became afraid.

"I am Mag, the commander of the Mark Legion." In order to increase the morale of the Mark soldiers, Mag took his sword and rushed towards a mercenary company leader. On the battlefield, officers often spontaneously launched a one-on-one challenge.

"I am the captain of the Northern Mercenary Group, Simon." The captain of the mercenary company accepted the challenge. He held a blood-stained sword in his hands, with many scars on his body.

"Kill." The two sides fought each other.

Mag stepped forward and stabbed the mercenary company captain with a sword. The mercenary company captain took a flexibly backward, and then used the sword to slash Mag's throat. The cold breath of the sword rushed towards Mag. Mag quickly took a step back, but the length of the sword with the two-handed sword was far greater than that of the sword in Mag's hand. The sword edge stabbed Mag's chest, but Mag's breastplate was specially made by Schwab. The breastplate was very strong through cold forging. Schwab, and according to the experience of later generations, the breastplate was not made into a whole piece, but was striped in a row. Although the craftsmanship was a little more complicated, as a grassroots officer fighting on the front line, Schwab was more willing to make armor with better protectiveness for it.

The mercenary company captain's sword tip pierced on the striped breastplate and was then slid to the other side. Simon felt a pity in his heart, but Mag did not miss this good opportunity. Mag stabbed the sword hard on Simon's left shoulder. Simon groaned, and Mag's sword accurately pierced the gap in the outer shoulder armor of Simon's chain armor, and blood poured out from the wound.

"Damn it, hell." Simon endured the pain. When Mag pulled the sword out, Simon's body shook for a moment, but he still made a defensive posture tenaciously.

At this time, the situation gradually became anxious. Koro led the cavalry to draw swords from the array and slashed the mercenaries on the horse left and right. However, under the attack of the mercenary spear, several cavalrymen were hit and knocked off the horse under the horse.

"These mercenaries are really difficult to deal with. Grenadiers come with me." Schwab frowned and was a little dissatisfied with the situation. Schwab decided to take the horse himself. He clamped his horse's belly and ran towards the battlefield. Bald Otto and Liugudi shouted and pulled out their swords to follow Schwab, and the grenadiers followed closely behind the generals.

Schwab was wearing improved black armor, and many parts had been treated by blacksmiths. Although this piece of Schwab looked simple, but very practical, with deep armor. Schwab loved it. Schwab did not have a practical carriage. Because after losing his divine power, he changed his habit of using blunt weapons and used sharp weapons such as double-edged swords.

"Otto, Lord Liugudi, chop around the edge of the array, don't get stuck in the array." Schwab shouted while putting down his mask. Through dozens of hollowed-out crosses on the mask, looking at the bumpy road ahead, Schwab spotted a mercenary holding a long halberd and pretending to stab him. When he missed the mercenary, Schwab raised his sword and slashed hard. When he was chopping, Schwab did not look at the mercenary. He felt the sword in his hand chop into the flesh, and the blood spurted out stained Schwab's armor.

"Schwab." Robert, who was fighting hard, shouted angrily. At this time, Robert no longer had his former pride. Many scars were stabbed by a spear on his delicate armor, and Robert's face was covered with blood. I don't know if it was his own or someone else's. The horse under Robert's crotch was stabbed and fell down in the second wave of the spearmen. When the horse was killed, Robert fell in a mess.

"Luckily we didn't participate in the war." Five hundred steps away from the battle between the two sides, Kalian and his mercenaries watched the battle. Although Kalian hated Robert's actions, Kalian still agreed with the combat effectiveness of Robert's mercenaries. After all, they were veterans who had experienced many battles, but the situation in front of him surprised Kalian.

Although there were a large number of new recruits in the Mark Legion, they were organized very well. It can be said that effective layers of organization made up for the lack of combat experience, and the terrifying three-stage charge almost defeated the mercenaries' attacks.

The cooperation between infantry and cavalry is also remarkable. It seems that this Lord Schwab is not an ordinary person. In his mercenary career, Karen has seen many arrogant nobles. These nobles know nothing, but they have to pretend to be proficient in everything. For war, arrogant nobles always think that the more people there are, the more they can win, and it can be solved with just one charge on the battlefield. However, Karen knows that war is an extremely complex art, and there are very few people who can master this art.

At this time, the battlefield had entered a state of heat. The blood on the battlefield dyed the soil and grass red. The bodies and injured soldiers were stacked together. The sound of weapons colliding throughout the battlefield. The sun gradually settled, and the battle went on unconsciously for a day.

After slashing several mercenaries in succession, Schwab looked up at the sunset in the sky. The soldiers on both sides on the battlefield were exhausted. Some soldiers had no strength and could only sit on the ground and stare at each other with their eyes. Blood and sweat covered their bodies, making their shirts and armor extremely uncomfortable.

"Robert." Schwab shouted to Robert on the other side of the battle line, "Enough, let our soldiers rest, how about fighting tomorrow?"

"Okay, damn." Robert gasped. He lost his mount but did not have Schwab's leisure. He also hoped to end this damn battle. It was a miscalculation.

Schwab and Robert left separately and ordered the soldiers to end the battle. The mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief under the order. They climbed out of the battlefield with their hands and feet, and staggered away from the battlefield with their weapons in their hands. The Mark soldiers arranged in an orderly manner in the sound of drums and flutes to retreat towards the castle. Although the Mark soldiers were as tired as the mercenaries, they felt that their feet were like a huge rock, but they still retreated slowly and in an orderly manner, and the light crossbowmen were alert to prevent the opponent from counterattacking.

"The Lord is above, this Mark's lord is a devil. How can he train his army?" Seeing the Mark's soldiers' queue, Robert felt uncomfortable. He was beaten like this by a group of farmers who had just put down their farm tools. This was a shame for his military career in his life.

"Boss, what should we do?" asked the mercenaries of Kalian who were watching the fun. After watching this battle, the mercenaries asked themselves. Even if they replaced Robert's troops with themselves, the same result would be the same. Therefore, they were full of respect for the Mark Legion, which was out of admiration for the strong.

"We'll camp here, and we'll rest here today." Ka Lian thought for a while and made up his mind and ordered his team.
Chapter completed!