Simon's private soldiers began to get tired after running, but the other archers and militia in armed clothes seemed eager to try.

Simon knew that it was undoubtedly a stupid decision to let soldiers run and marching in heavy armor, but this was not a long-distance marching. The Magyars were close at hand and could appear at any time. When they encountered it suddenly, no one would give soldiers time to pierce armor.

It may be a good choice for all soldiers to go into battle lightly, but if the Magyars knew that they had no advantage in fighting on horseback in the forest and chose to fight on foot, then the advantages of the heavily armored soldiers would be highlighted, and they would tear the enemy apart in infantry battles like a dog slaughter.

The phalanx of Simon's march seemed a little messy, but fortunately no one fell behind. Some medieval armies marching and marching were less and less soldiers without realizing it. This is because the loose and disorderly team provided a good opportunity for deserters to escape, and when they formed the array, everything would be much better.

The army passed the farmland ravaged by the Magyars, and the half-green and half-yellow wheat seedlings collapsed and fell on the plowing fields that were roughly reclaimed by horse hooves again. It was annoying to see.

Fortunately, no one in Foldburg, who was prepared for this attack, died. If you want to say that the injured one was injured, there was a man. The farmer tripped back to the village gate because he ran back to the alarm ring too quickly and broke his knee. Finally, with the help of his friends, he limped back to the village.

In a short while, Simon's army arrived at the junction of the plains and the forest.

Klein and Krieg volunteered to Simon to explore the way forward. They were born to be extremely familiar with this forest, and they mastered superb tracking skills alone. Simon nodded to make them pay attention to safety. So, the army led by the two of them into the forest.

Generally speaking, when most people enter the forest, they will be shocked by the birds on the trees to flee, but the Magyars have just left. At this moment, except for the sound of the wind blowing leaves and shrubs in the forest, there are only the silent footsteps of the soldiers and the collision of various equipment.

It was easy to find the traces left by the Magyars. The hoof marks left in the soil and the twigs that were broken by the horses' hooves, and the small bushes that were tilted around were constantly guiding the direction for Simon's army. The stupid Magyars almost left arrows drawn with white lime to point out the direction of their escape.

The soldiers opened their eyes wide and raised their ears to warn of the surrounding trees. No one thought they would be killed by the cunning pagans inexplicably.

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Deep in the forest, a huge rock was exposed outside the soil, and the dark green ivy spread its body greedily on the rough stone walls. The foot of the rock and the soil were covered with moss and various mushrooms.

A hand with blood scabbed tremblingly picked off a few foie legios under the rock wall and put them into the dirty but bulging cloth waist bag on his waist. Then, the man who tied his long black hair into braids that had not been washed for a long time turned around and walked towards the small camp beside him.

His name is Ontur, and he is a soldier under the command of Magyar's Emirates, or in other words, a soldier under the command of Mejerjiulo, the great chief of the Kingdom of Hungary.

The Kingdom of Hungary was established by Alpad, the first Magyar Grand Duke, and it has only been less than forty years. Therefore, there are still some Magyars willing to call their country the Magyar Emirates. This is true. Their lords still call themselves chiefs rather than counts.

A hundred years ago, their ancestors lived in the Don and Dnieper Rivers, under the protection of the Khasa Khanate, but fate was aroused by the Pecheneg Turks, and then wandered all the way, finally occupied the territory that originally belonged to the Avals and established the Emirates that belonged to the Magyars.

They believed in the shamanism of the immortality and worshiped the god Tengri, and dressed with the characteristics of the prairie Turkic style. However, as an ordinary herdsman and warrior, Wengtull, like most of his companions, was wearing only a thin oriental grassland robe. On the other side, there was the most valuable thing on his body - a long scimitar with rust and curled blades.

Ontour had a long knife edge on his hand, which was now scabbed, but it still looked shocking. It was a few days ago when he was plundering the village of Fieldhausen under Baron Dorsten. He kicked open the ragged wooden door of a farmer's house. When he was about to start a massacre and then snatch all the valuable property of the family, he did not expect that the brave farmer would raise his sickle and slash at him without saying a word. He was unable to dodge and was stabbed in his hand, but unfortunately he was not injured.

Ontour's face was twisted by pain and anger. He raised his knife and fell to the ground to cut off the peasant's head. The blood that shot out from the peasant's broken neck even rushed to his thatched roof. Then, Erden did the same thing to the peasant's wife, monk, who had no ability to resist. When he left, he burned the house, which had become hell on earth, with a torch.

Due to a hand injury, he was left in a hidden temporary camp as a guard and helped the chef do something within his ability when it was approaching mealtime. Now, he was returning to the camp with a pack of mushrooms.

The camp was much more lively than when he left. The empty trees around were tied with reins, and the horses were bent over to eat hay and wheat bran brought by the chef. The two hunting companions were holding recurved bows in one hand and holding a deer on their shoulders in the other. Now they were walking towards the camp step by step.

"It seems that the brothers have succeeded again. After lunch, we have to pack up and go out of here immediately." Ontul murmured in a low voice.

He didn't like this place because since he left his hometown, Sekaiy Land, he had been blessed by shamans, and had not suffered any injuries. However, in this ghost place where he didn't know the name, his hand was cut open such a big wound. For some reason, he always had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the Magyars who participated in the robbery returned to the camp at this time. They loaded the robbery carriages in a cheerful and relaxed atmosphere. Some hungry people opened their bags, took out jerky and wine bags and feasted. The unkempt beard was covered with grease and beads.

Ontul handed the mushrooms to the cook, then patted the ashes on his body, leaning over and sitting down beside his friend Almosh.

"Hey, my friend, how is the raiding today?"

"Everything is the same. The villages that were robbed this time were protected by solid wooden walls and pointed wood. It seemed that they had received news in advance, but we did not intend to fight them to the death. Our target was the goods on the dock by the river, and the timid Germans could only stand on the wall with weapons and watch them while watching. Hahaha, they were really cowards!" Almosh untied the wine bag between his belt, took a sip of the milk he snatched from Fieldhausen Village a few days ago, and wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

"We'll have to leave here soon, maybe after lunch," Ontour looked a little disappointed. If it weren't for the damn farmer, he could have participated in the robbery together. "It would be bad if the chief of this village and the dock caught up with him."

"You are actually worried about this," Almosh opened his eyes wide, and he raised his dark and thick eyebrows, as if he heard a huge joke. "You are ridiculous, Ontul, I originally thought you were a brave man. Did your bravery be cut off by the stupid Germanic farmer with a sickle? Think carefully, which chiefs in this area did not organize an army that could barely compete with us one or two days after the attack? Besides, most of their army are farmers who slaughtered by everyone, so there is no need to worry at all!"

"We had a smooth journey before because almost every time we killed all the villagers in their village. Those villagers were the source of recruitment for local chiefs, and it would be difficult for the chiefs who had lost them to gather an army of nearly a hundred people. Even if they could, it would take at least one or two days. Today, you did not kill anyone, which means they are likely to organize their troops to catch up with them in the traces!"

"Shut up, my friend, you're thinking too much. Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too clever, it will only add to your worries," Almosh ate the cheese and waved his hand impatiently. "Since they choose to wait and see on the village wall instead of taking the initiative to fight, it means they know they won't, let alone chase them out at the risk of being wiped out."

"What you said makes sense," Ontour nodded. He read the impatient tone of his friend. In order not to make himself appear cowardly, he continued, "Even if the pursuers come, it doesn't matter. I kill them as simple as killing a chicken!"

"Ha, that's right," Almosh swallowed the cheese in one bite. "These Germans are just a bunch of soft persimmons that are easy to grasp."

In a short while, the aroma of roasted venison spreads into the camp. In order to maintain high mobility, the chefs did not bring iron pots. Most of the food they ate was the most primitive cooking method - directly roasted on an open fire.

The people of Magyar skewers of mushrooms from Ontulce on the thin branches, grilled them and put them into their mouths with the roasted venison. Then they unscrewed the wine bag and drank a sip of the horse milk wine brought from their hometown, and hummed a melodious grassland tune.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh!"

With the sound of arrows breaking through the air, dozens of arrows with the strong wind of death flew into the camp, instantly taking away the lives of seven or eight Magyars who were having lunch.

Ontur looked at his friend Almosh's neck in horror and instantly saw an arrow piercing his neck. The young man was clearly sharing his longing for his hometown's old mother in the last second, but he couldn't speak a word at this moment. His mouth made a hoarse moan like a leaky bellows. His unwilling eyes were mixed with disbelief, and then he fell to the ground, allowing blood to flow out from the corners of his mouth and the wounds on his neck.

"Damn, why didn't we warn the people in charge of keeping the watch? Are they all dead??" A bald Magyar man had just untied the reins of his horse and got on the horse. He was deeply trapped by a cold arrow that passed through the bushes and fell weakly from the horse's back.

He was right. The sentry arranged by the Magyars on the outside of the camp had been solved by all the archers led by Klein and Krieger. The Magyars who were responsible for keeping watch were not even experienced as this experienced bandit, and they didn't even have a secret whistle. It seemed that these guys really didn't think that the pursuers would come immediately after they left, so they relaxed their vigilance.

After reacting, more Magyars threw away their food, pulled out their sabers, and rushed out of the camp. Of course, most of them did not rush in the direction of the arrows, but to their own horses. Whether it was fighting or escaping, the horses were their mates on survival. Without them, the combat effectiveness of these Magyars would be greatly reduced.

Simon's archers, Klein and Krieg, only twelve of them were there, and the arrows shot were not dense. Except for almost everyone who killed an unprepared Magyar during the first round of shooting, it became more difficult to shoot the moving Magyars now. Moreover, there were many trees and leaves in the forest to provide cover for the Magyars.

"Counterattack, counterattack! There are not many people in them, they are just a group of despicable and despicable archers who can only shoot cold arrows in the dark!" The Magyar, dressed in wet clothes and light armor, rode on the horse and shouted loudly to the other companions.

This is the little leader of the Magyar who fell into the Xiansheng pit, but no one would underestimate or ignore his orders at this time. Every Magyar who rode a horse bravely rushed to the direction where the bow and arrow were shot with the back of the light armored little leader.

Listening to the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer, and looking at the figures of horse riders passing through the trees, Simon quickly ordered the archers to retreat to the formation. At this time, the Magyars also saw clearly the militiamen in armed clothes and looked frightened in the front row of Simon's army array.

"Come on, they are a group of mobs, a group of farmers holding rags, and a group of lambs that are slaughtered, kill them all!!!" The leader of the Magyar screamed excitedly, and he licked his lips bloodthirstyly, clamped his legs to the horse's belly.

"Wait, listen to my orders," Simon looked at the Magyar cavalry getting closer and closer, his heart raising his throat. "It's now, the first row squats down and raises your spears!"

The first row of militiamen in armed clothes squatted down, picked up their spears from the ground, and then inserted them diagonally into the soil, aiming at the direction where the Magyar cavalry attacked.

The private soldiers of the second row of chain mails held longer spears, generally about three meters, and also aimed at the direction of the Magyars.

In an instant, a "spear wall" that was not very dense appeared in front of the Magyar cavalry, and the cavalry who maintained a high speed rushed towards the "spear wall" could no longer stop or change direction, so they could only continue to move forward with their numb scalp. They roared loudly, trying to dispel the fear in their hearts.

At the same time, on the south side of the camp, Hanen Soldiers led ten elite private soldiers in chain mail and twenty spear-bearing militias to the Magyar camp from the flank. Suddenly, the Magyars who were originally planning to escape were caught off guard. They did not expect that these Germans as cunning as poisonous snakes had ambushed.
Chapter completed!