Chapter 40: Failed Battle and Journey

The sturdy habits of the Valenge were aroused. They completely ignored the inferiority of their equipment and took the initiative to attack Duke Bergend's troops. The Valenge, who were running on foot, waved the spear and blunt sword in their hands, and charged towards the enemy's array like a sea of ​​storms. Many Valenges had only a wooden stick wrapped in iron. The Duke Bergend's general rode on the horse and observed the position calmly. This open small plain was completely suitable for the combat environment of the cavalry. He raised himself and took five fingers to part.

With his right hand opened with an iron glove, the knights urged the war horses under their crotch. Facing the Valengers slowly entered the battlefield, the horse's hooves stepped on the snow on the ground and dug small pits. These tall war horses were excellent war horses cultivated by countless generations of horse breeders. They not only carried their masters in heavy armor, but also had horse armor wrapped around their heads and necks, but ran forward effortlessly and galloped on the battlefield with their masters on their backs.

"Be careful, the knights are starting to charge." Zblaze also led the soldiers in his village to join the battlefield. When he saw the knights holding carriages on the opposite side, he immediately warned his compatriots around him, but the Valenges, who were dizzy with blood, could not hear the warning. They held simple weapons and only knew how to kill the hateful enemies on the opposite side.

"Silly Valenge, haha." Seeing the Valenge who was rushing towards the knights, the general of the Duke of Bergend laughed wildly. These inferior and backward tribal nations had no common sense attempt to destroy the fully armed knights. I really don't know whether they were brave or naive.

"Charge for glory." When the Duke of Bergend was a hundred steps away from the Valenge, the knights placed the erected carriage straight and at the same time, they were well-trained and kicked the silver spurs on their heels hard on the abdomen. The horses accelerated and ran under conditioned reflexes. In an instant, the knights' team stabbed into the Valenge crowd like a sharp dagger.

"Ah~." Before the knights were running at high speed, almost no one could resist. The Valenge crowd was instantly picked up into the air. The warenge rushed into the crowd with the knights with inertia. The Valenge people who were blocking their faces frantically, screams rang out among the crowd one after another.

"Encircle them, damn it." Lem could hardly believe his eyes. No matter how brave the Valenges were in front of the knights, they were as vulnerable as clay men. After losing their advantage in charge, the knights calmly threw away the broken rifle, pulled out their close friend's double-edged sword from their waists, and slashed left and right in the crowd on both sides of the war horses. The sharp double-edged sword brought a rain of blood. The Valenges' simple weapons could hardly defeat the armor on the knights, and they could not play any role except to knock the sound of a ping-ping sound on the armor.

"What should I do with Lem? We can't beat these knights." The blood-covered Valengers gathered around Lem. They were counting on Lem to come up with any good strategies to break the enemy, but Lem grabbed the spear in his hand tightly, his eyes almost burst, but he had no choice. He felt very regretful. It was so bad to fight the knights on this small plain.

"Ah." Another Varenge soldier was cut open by the Knight's double-edged sword. The blood from the Varenge soldier's neck was sprayed out. He tried hard to grab his neck with his hands to try to save his life that was losing rapidly. However, the cold knight controlled the war horse under his crotch, causing the war horseman to stand up and slam the Varenge soldier's head with his front hooves, and blood and white brains all over the snow.

"Dog bastard, dog bastard." Seeing that his compatriots were killed, Lyme raised his spear and rushed towards the knight with a scattered spear. The knight also found Lyme turned his horse's head and charged towards him.

"Go and save Lyme." Zbrize, who was fighting on the battlefield, saw Lyme facing the Knight alone, quickly grabbed the warrior beside him and said, and several Valenger warriors rushed towards Lyme.

"Kill." When the knight rushed towards Lyme, Lyme lowered his head wisely and stabbed the horse under the knight's crotch with a spear. The horse in pain stood up and dropped the knight on his back from the horse. The knight struggled to get up, but Lyme would never give him this opportunity. He immediately deceived himself, pulled out a thin dagger from his waist, and stabbed it hard from the gap in the knight's mask. The knight screamed and flipped for a while before falling to the ground and died.

“干得好,莱姆.”瓦伦格人高声的欢呼着,莱姆站起身晃动了一下身体,他感到刚刚那一幕是那样惊险,骑士在马上时候手中的剑离他的头皮只有几毫米,莱姆甚至能够感觉到剑的冰冷.

"Haha, kill these bastards." Lyme cheered with open arms, the feeling of escaping from death made him excited.

"Lyme, be careful behind you." Zblaze saw a knight riding a war horse jumping out from behind Lyme. The sword in the knight took Lyme's back. Zblaze shouted loudly, but the noisy sounds on the battlefield covered his warning. Lyme smiled and looked at Zblaze who was waving at him.

"Ah." The sword easily pierced Lem's body at high speed. He looked down at the sword that penetrated his back. Blood flowed from his mouth and dripped on the sharp sword tip. Lem raised his head and looked at the pale sky. The sky suddenly rotated, and he tilted his head and fell to the ground.

"No, Lem, Lem." Zblaze pushed away the crowd and ran to Lem. Several Valenger soldiers immediately surrounded the knight so that he could not get close to Lem. Zblaze took the opportunity to drag Lem to a safe clearing to avoid being trampled by the crowd.

"Hey, Zblaze, my, my friend, am I going to die?" Lyme's mouth was filled with black blood, and his eyes were straight at Zblaze, and Zblaze hurriedly held Lyme's hands tightly.

"No, my friend, the war is not over yet, you cannot die." Zblaz said in pain.

"I really regret it. I didn't listen to you. The blood of our tribe has flowed in vain. It's all my fault. God, forgive me." Lyme coughed violently, and fragments of his internal organs flowed out with the blood. Zblaze lowered his head and tears rolled in his eyes.

"Please don't say that, my friend, you are not wrong. It is the damn Duke Bergend and his men, who should be burned by the fire of hell." Zblaz cursed fiercely.

"My friend, go, go, find a way to defeat them, it all depends on you, ah~~." After Lyme used all his strength to say the last sentence, he slowly closed his eyes as if he was relieved. Lyme, as the commander, died on the battlefield. At this time, Duke Bergend's heavy infantry also slowly pressed up. The defense line of the Valengers fell apart. Zblaze led the remaining troops to retreat immediately into the mountains. The angry Duke Bergend's general ordered the burning of the village on the small plain. Flames and thick smoke rolled up, and the resisting villagers were caught and hanged, and the bodies were hung on the trees at the entrance of the village.

"What should we do?" The defeated Valenge people had to accept the duke's harsh conditions with the unanimous consent of the elders and bear huge taxes. All the weapons of the people in Valenge were handed over and were thrown into the stove by the duke and melted into a statue of the duke. The statue of the duke riding a horse was placed in the valley of Valenge, and forever humiliated the mountain people. After the war, Tsbretz immediately carried a bag and bid farewell to his family and embarked on a journey.

"Where are you going?" asked Zblaze's father-in-law.

"Go to the West Bru Kingdom, which is said to have changed a lot recently, and I want to go there to see it." Zblaz said to his father-in-law. After he left everything in the house would be left to his father-in-law.

"Well, do you think it's necessary to travel?" asked Zblaze's father-in-law.

"Of course." Zblaze said firmly. Although people have always believed that no one can defeat the Knights, Zblaze doesn't think so. It's just that he can't think of a better way, so he wants to go out and have a long experience.

“那好吧,祝你好运,孩子.”茨布莱兹的岳父看着他坚定的目光,叹了一口气,从自己的身上拿出一个钱袋,里面装满了他一生的积蓄,而现在他将这个交给了自己的岳父.

"Thank you." Zblaze took the purse with tears in his eyes. The fate and future of the entire tribe were in his hands. As long as he had the will to refuse to surrender, he would definitely be able to exchange for freedom.

With his luggage on his back, Zblaze embarked on the itinerary alone. The weather became colder and colder. In order to make a living, Zblaze had to join a caravan with a caravan. In this harsh weather and dangerous journey, there were always many weak travelers joining the caravan caravan, so no one would care about Zblaze's arrival. When night fell, merchants sat around the fire, chatting and exchanging their own information. As Zblaze, who urgently needed to know the news on the mainland, of course, he would not miss this good opportunity. He took out some food.

The goods were distributed to the merchants in exchange for their favor, and then listened quietly to the merchants' conversations. The discussions that the merchants were most interested in were nothing more than the price of goods there, the supplies there were shortages, and of course there were many romantic affairs between the nobles, as well as strange and strange events in the territory. If there were children in the team, there would be some ghost stories for free to scare the children. Zbrez felt bored after listening for a while. When he was about to leave, the conversation of a merchant aroused his interest and made him sit next to the fire again.
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