On both sides of a concave valley running north and south.

Across a distance of thousands of meters, two troops that had already been set up were displayed.

The two armies were arranged roughly the same. The farmer with the largest number of people stood in front of the middle with a spear. Mercenaries and archers lined up on both sides. At the end of the army was a heavy armored team of knights.

The priests holding the cross in their hands walked back and forth in front of these square formations, pointing their chests and foreheads, praying for these soldiers who were about to enter the battlefield.

In the densest place of the military formation flags in the south, a group of noble barons in fine armor surrounded by a noble old man with pale hair, gorgeous armor, and stylish fur on the outside, and directed at the military formation below from time to time.

This noble old man was naturally the protagonist of the battle - Earl Lauzits.

Earl Lauziz glanced at the battle formation with deep eyes. After seeing the army formation, there were people wearing rose flags, he said in a little surprise: "Why are there so many farmers in Glen? Those farmers seem to have thousands of people?"

The Earl of Rods owned by Earl Lauziz has a total of twelve barons. These twelve barons have brought all the knights in the territory today. In addition, the Knight Guard brought by Earl Lauziz himself, there are more than 150 knights, which are core forces.

In addition to the knights, there are also more than 500 mercenaries recruited by Count Lauziz and his subordinate barons, and they are the main force.

The rest were the farmers' troops who acted as cannon fodder. Earl Lauziz did not bring the farmers here himself. The twelve barons under him all brought some farmers, with the few 1,200 people and the more than 3,400 people, which combined with more than 3,000 people.

But it is really rare to have more than 1,000 strong farmers like Glentang.

You know, it is very difficult for Count Lauziz to collect a thousand farmers, just as the rumor says: Glen is rich in resources and prosperous in recent years?

"Sir Earl, these are all the peasants that can be summoned in my territory. After this war, a lot of the land in my territory may be desolate." Baron Conner immediately stepped forward and explained.

"Baron Connor, you won't call all the fathers of all the children in the territory. When the fathers of these children die, they will go to the castle to call you dad?" The old rival Baron Garcia said sarcastically. Baron Connor is becoming more and more timid as he lives. He actually puts the victory of this war on these farmers with a large number of people.

"Baron Connor, I heard that the farmers in Glen are very good farming. Don't die this time. I also want to invite a few farmers in Glenor to come and learn about those lazy farmers in farming." Baron Howard, who was not very close to Baron Connor, smiled.

"Enough! Go back and command your troops. The troops on the opposite side have already been dispatched and ready for battle!"

Hearing a sound of drums from the opposite side, and seeing the opponent's army slowly moving forward, Earl Lauziz of Lao Yu's army waved.

"Yes, Lord Earl!"

The barons instigated war horses and returned to their respective command positions.

...

Dongdong, Dongdong, Dongdong.

The sound of war drums came from behind the military formation, and the two dong dong rhythms meant that they marched at normal speed.

Dongdongdongdong, Dongdongdongdong, Dongdongdongdongdong.

The rhythm of the drums has accelerated, which means that the army marching ahead is about to speed up.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong...

Until the drums stopped, the two peasant army, less than fifteen meters apart, burst into shouts one after another!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

On the front line, two ragged peasants holding spears collided together.

"kill!"

In the battle formation, Zhou Ming, who was in the middle of the first row of the third farmer team in Gran Leader, roared forward and accurately inserted the tip of the spear into the neck of a boy who might be only sixteen years old.

puff!

The hot blood with a fishy smell sprayed on Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming saw a trace of pain and confusion in the clear eyes of the boy, but he didn't have half a second to sympathize or hesitate. He pulled out the spear stuck between his throat, and stabbed it straight into the belly of a thin farmer next to him. He raised the hardwood shield held in his left hand, blocking the spears that were stabbed at him on the left.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Like all the farmers on the battlefield, Zhou Ming had no idea at this time, he could only keep killing and killing any enemy standing in front of him. Whether he was a white-haired old man or a young underage boy, there was only one word, kill!

"Five, six, seven...eight...nine"

In the battlefield where the enemy and us were mixed together, Zhou Ming had already stabbed the spear into the bodies of nine people, and all of them were stabbed into the vital points, without any survivors.

"Give my brother my life back!"

A roar came from behind. Zhou Ming, who was fighting in a daze suddenly became confused and suddenly remembered the young man who was stabbed to death at the beginning. His eyes looked at him... He shook his mind and turned to see that the strong boy was holding a spear and stabbing his back heart. The tip of the spear was close to him.

"My life is over..."

Just like many people's last moment of a car accident, Zhou Ming forgot to dodge and stared blankly as he got closer and closer to the tip of his spear, about to pierce his body.

"Lian can dodge!"

A loud roar came, but Uncle O'Neal, who was beside him, stabbed the strong boy with a spear into the body. The strong boy spat out a mouthful of blood, glared at Zhou Ming with unwillingness, and then fell to die.

"Uncle O'Neal, you saved my life!"

Zhou Ming, who was slightly shocked, came to Uncle O'Neal and said gratefully.

"Child, this is on the battlefield, not dazed...puff!" Before Uncle O'Neal finished speaking, a spear pierced through his back and his chest came out.

"Uncle O'Neal!"

Zhou Ming threw out the spear in his hand in anger, nailed the sneak attacker to the ground, and walked forward to hug Uncle O'Neal who had vomited a large blood clot in his mouth, tears burst out from his eyes.

"Uncle O'Neal, don't die, don't die!"

"Ly...Lyon, live... take care of me... take care of me..." Before he finished speaking, Uncle O'Neal's body became weak and his eyes widened, and he said goodbye to the world.

"Uncle O'Neal, I will definitely take good care of your family!"

Zhou Ming closed Uncle O'Neal's eyes and picked up a spear from the side. His eyes were red, and he stabbed the spear into the bodies of one enemy after another like crazy.

"Run!" "Run!" "We are all going to die!" "...!"

This tragic and bloody battle lasted only half a quarter of an hour. Earl William's peasant team, who was obviously at a disadvantage in the number of people in the north, faced huge casualties, and after their morale collapsed, they fled to the north. They were in a panic and even were shot by their own archers, and most of them had to escape through the steep slopes on both sides.

Zhou Ming's farmer army won with a great advantage, but before he could finish his mission and leave the battlefield, the sound of drums in the rear sounded again. Zhou Ming and other farmers had to reorganize their teams and walk towards the mercenary army of Count William in the north.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish..."

The dense arrows shot by the archers in the northern mercenaries from the high ground, after a certain height acceleration, the powerful penetration force shot down a large area of ​​unprotected farmers.

Zhou Ming was lucky enough to pick up a shield. He blocked the shield in front of him, rushed forward with a rain of arrows, and more than a dozen arrows had been inserted into the hardwood shield in his hand.

"Top the axe!"

"Jaberfin!"

With a command, the axe throwers and gunmen among the mercenaries threw the dense flying axes and javelins into the farmer team where Zhou Ming was. Zhou Ming turned his head and was shocked to find that his side was full of teammates lying in a pool of gurgling blood. Even the hardwood shield in his hand was shattered by a flying axe, and his arms were swollen and numb.

"Kill!"

Looking at a group of mercenaries with tall, short, fat and thin, holding various weapons such as swords, guns, halberds, and axes, roars and axes, Zhou Ming's scalp numb and no longer had the intention of being a hero. He threw the spear in his hand, screamed and dodged various throwing weapons thrown from behind, pulled out his legs and ran desperately, and fled towards the safe area.

After more than ten years of running training, he finally played a role in the battlefield. After all, the mercenaries holding iron weapons and wearing heavy armor had limited physical strength and gradually could not catch up with Zhou Ming, who was faster than the rabbit, had to give up the single target of chasing him and instead rushed towards the mercenary legion of Count Lauziz, who was rushing from the opposite side.

"Safe, thank goodness! This life was finally saved."
Chapter completed!