Chapter 72 The Furious War

The lowland lords saw this incredible tactic for the first time. In normal battles, the two sides agreed on the battlefield and time with each other on a suitable plain, and then arranged their most proud knights at the front of the array. The other infantry shouted and cursed at the enemy who was disliked on the opposite side in the rear, using loud roars to increase their courage and deter their opponents' morale. It seemed that the louder the sound, the higher the morale.

When the time for the battle is up, the leading nobles of both sides will falsely explain their power in the middle of the battlefield, and try to find ways to resolve the disputes decently. Of course, this is just a mere move of the nobles. Everyone knows that to truly solve the problem depends on who has a big fist. When it cannot be resolved through civilized means, the nobles of both sides will return to their own array and order the trumpet of attack to their messengers.

In the low sound of the horn, the knights were ready to go, and they went forward, with golden swords and iron horses and brave knights straightened their long horses and rifles, rushing against each other, the sound of weapons hitting their armor, and the shouts of infantry fighting on both sides fighting together were both decent and solemn. Countless minstrels would praise and sing for every scene of such brave fighting for thousands of years.

But now, the lords and their knights rolled in the mud and water with the lowest infantrymen in this narrow trench. They tripped and got up again in the wet mud, and soon panted. At this time, the lords would find that their proud armor had become a burden, and their privileged and wealthy appearance became a laughing stock on the battlefield.

"Chong, rush, ah~~~." The lord panted and ordered his inner knight, but his carelessness caused him to throw a dog to eat shit. The guard beside him quickly pulled his master, and the mud was covered with the lord's bright cloak.

"Kill~~~." The Purmen Bruce's spearmen blocked the narrow passage of the trench with their spears. The long trench became a maze-like fortress, and many spearmen became the defenders of defense. This extended spear is most suitable for defense.

"Break through their defense." The lowland knights raised their shields to defend themselves and tried hard to squeeze into the pikes. They believed that as long as they approached the pikes, the pikes' weapons would not play a role. However, these Pumbrus soldiers were a group of mercenaries who stayed on the battlefield all year round, which meant that they would use any weapon, so the knights would find themselves surrounded by sharp and light short swords, pointed pickaxes, and blunt weapons such as maces.

"Ah~~~." A knight with bloody eyes covered his eyes and screamed and rolled to the ground. His eyes were blinded by a Pumbrus soldier stabbing his face mask with a short sword.

"Oh~~." Another knight suddenly had a lot of blood flowing from his face. He rolled his eyes a few times before kneeling on the ground, and then fell down like half a piece of wood. He saw a sharp battle hoe above his helmet. This sharp and narrow hoe could easily break the knight's helmet. The top of the sharp hoe pierced the knight's skull and killed the knight's life.

"Don't retreat, don't retreat, hold on." The sergeant commanders of Pumbrus were covered in dust, and they performed their duties conscientiously.

"The order of the Count, immediately retreat and go to the position No. 3." At this time, the commander, wearing black clothes representing the characteristics of Schwab's territory, squeezed away the commanders and robbed the soldiers to convey orders to the sergeants.

"What retreat? Why?" the soldiers asked in confusion. Didn't the fight go smoothly at this time? Since that's the case, why should you retreat? Was it because you lost? Confusion spread in the soldiers' hearts.

"Don't panic, this must be the strategy of the Count. We must execute the orders of the lord." At this time, a few people from the army came, wearing black and white clothes, wearing colorful feathers, and carrying an iron chain on their chests. The lower end of the chain was an arc iron sign with the name engraved on the sign, and the eagle logo representing Schwab.

"It's the supervisor."

"These guys cannot be offended. I heard that the Count believed their words the most. If they disobeyed their words, they would be hanged." The soldiers looked at the supervisors in awe. Although Schwab's original intention was to build a supervisor like the Celestial Empire, he didn't know when in the hearts of the soldiers, the supervisor became a representative of Schwab's authority and punishment. However, they did intimidate the soldiers at the bottom and enable Schwab to manage soldiers vertically without causing the officers to hold troops and respect themselves in the Eagle Warriors.

"According to the orders of the Earl, the front team covers the back team and retreats." The sergeant commanders actually hate these supervisors who monitor their missions, but they know that these supervisors usually represent Schwab's own authority, so they support Schwab's orders the most.

"Yes, cover the retreat." The mercenaries of Pumbrus accepted the order of the sergeant commander. The two rows of spearmen in the front row clasped their weapons and pointed them at the enemy, then slowly retreated, while the companions behind them also retreated.

"The Pumbrus people were scared." Seeing the loosening of the enemy's defense line and retreat, the lowland reinforcements began to shout for victory. They thought the enemy was already scared under their own attack, but they did not realize that they were being led into the set trap.

"Okay, let's guide the enemy here." According to Schwab's order, the pike soldiers led the enemy troops into a place surrounded by high adobe on all sides. It was very open like a small basketball court. From the four passages entering the camp leading to Schwab were blocked by the pike soldiers. The lowland reinforcements were introduced into this huge hunting ground, but the hunters were themselves.

"What's going on? What's the place?" The lowland knights looked up and looked around, feeling something was vaguely wrong in their hearts. They wanted to retreat, but were crowded by the infantry behind them and could not move at all.

"Hand artillery preparation, launch~~~." Suddenly, many soldiers holding hand cannons appeared from the earth platform. They aimed at the dense lowlanders below under the command of the sergeant. In the deafening sound of hand cannons, countless projectiles were shot into the enemy's bodies, and screams and panic sounds spread throughout the field.

"Grenadiers, attack." A team of extremely tall soldiers appeared on the earth platform. They wore towering and peculiar hats, ignited pottery bombs and threw them into the crowd. When the explosion bombs were raging in the crowd, these lowlanders lured into the trap seemed to enter hell. The fire-covered people were catching their companions who were originally the same camp, turning their companions into a fireman. The bursting iron killed many soldiers. The frightened lowland soldiers rushed around like headless flies, and even rushed to the passage guarded by the Pumbrus people. Of course, they were quickly killed by crossbows and long spears.

"Pulleymen advance." The sergeant commander waved his sharp sword and led the spearmen to the frustrated attack. The spears like forests stabbed at the frightened lowlanders. The swordsmen holding two-handed swords screamed and quickly stabbed the sword into the enemy's body. They were squeezed and attacked in multiple directions. The above was attacked by hot weapons from artillery and grenadiers. The morale of the lowland soldiers fell rapidly and fled from this terrible place with their hands and feet.

"God, is this hell?" Beside Schwab, Prince Masimirk covered his nose with an embroidered handkerchief, frowned and looked at the field where corpses were piled up below. The other lowland soldiers had already retreated under this blow.

"This is my prince, my prince." Schwab sighed and said to Prince Masimilk with a expressionless face. Since the birth of human beings, this bloody vendetta has been staged many times. As long as there is a dispute over interests, there will be war. This is definitely not to think that war can be ended by just a gorgeous blow by the knights and a polite bow.

"But this is a terrible scene." Prince Masimirk was shocked by the bloody scene in front of him. He felt disgusted as he looked at the shattered corpses and the wounded soldiers wailing among the piles of corpses. This was completely different from the war he saw in his poems.

"Your Highness, if one day you become king, you must remember that in a distant country, there was once a great victory general. He said that war is a very important and life-threatening matter. It must be viewed with awe. It must not be easily initiated by the personal anger of the monarch." Schwab felt that he should tell the future king the importance of war and the pain it brought to the people, so he briefly explained the famous saying of the Grandson of the Soldier Saint.

"Ah, what a wise saint." Prince Masimilk nodded and said firmly.

When the defeated lowland soldiers fled not far from the trench, the sound of horse hooves and many shouts came from the hidden forest. The Husar cavalry rushed out of the forest, and they threw short javelins at the lowland soldiers. The sharp javelins pierced the soldiers' bodies. Then the cavalry raised their machetes and slashed at the already scared soldiers.

"Escape~~~." The lowland soldiers swung their legs desperately like frightened little beasts, trying to stay away from these ferocious evil spirits. They were chased by the Husar cavalry and rushed towards the castle.

"My Count, most of the defeated soldiers were driven to the direction of Haas Bergburg, but some of them fled in scattered places." Baron Coro reported to Schwab.

"It's okay, just do it. The increased number of people should consume a lot of their food." Schwab thought for a while, and then ordered to the young attendant William, "Gather our captured lowland wounded soldiers and let the people in the castle redeem them."

"Why is this?" Baron Coro asked in confusion.

"To increase their burden," Schwab said with a smile. The voice of the wounded soldiers' voices hit the morale the most. They not only created their reputation for being kind, but also threw the burden to the enemy. Why not do it?

"What a clever plan, sir." Baron Coro exclaimed sincerely.

"On the charitable order of Count D. Stedetin, we release these captured soldiers." After the messenger holding a white flag symbolizing peace, he shouted to the lords in Haas Berg Castle, he left a thousand wounded lowland soldiers and slowly left.

"What do the Pumenbruces want to do?" said the lords in the castle, their eyes full of doubt. Don't they know that these injured soldiers will be a hero after they recover from their injuries? Wouldn't this be given to the combat power in the castle for free?

"Lermondo, let's take people back immediately." Pedro said to the frowning Lemondo.

"Wait, I don't think there will be any conspiracy here, right?" Lemondo stopped Pedro and said.

"Probably not, ah, are you afraid that those Pummen Bruce will take the opportunity to attack? Don't worry, I will be careful."

"No." Lemondo shook his head. He seemed to have grasped some thoughts in his mind, but Schwab's moves were too abnormal, so he could not react immediately.

"Report to the master, the treasurer asked me to tell you that the food in the castle has been less than six months of support." At this time, a soldier reported to Lemondo and Pedro. When the soldiers' words had just fallen, Lemondo's eyes lit up as if he understood Schwab's plan.

"Wait, I understand." Lemondo said.

"What?"

"The Pumbrus people planned to exhaust the food in our castle. It was a sinister strategy." Lemondo explained to Pedro and others who had not yet understood it.

"Ah, that's it." In fact, in the battle of the castle, food is crucial and is particularly important and protected by the castle defenders. The reason why Pedro and Lemondo did not think of it immediately was that they were only diverted by some unexpected strategies of Schwab.

"But what should we do with our compatriots below?" Although we understood Schwab's plan, what should the lords do when facing the compatriots below who are still here? Do we really ignore the food?

"I can only send them back to the enemy." Lemondo suggested.

"What? How can this be done? Not to mention whether the enemy will accept it, these people are our reinforcements. If you give up like this, it will be so heartbroken." Pedro took a breath. Although he was used to the blood and coldness on the battlefield, if he did this, even if he won the war, he would be scolded by future generations.

"This is war." Lemondo frowned and bit his fingers with his teeth. Although his heart was bleeding for these compatriots, his reason made him realize that there was no kindness in the war, so he said coldly.
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