The fierce and cruel infantry battle had not lasted long. As the first peasant soldier of the Arnhem Army turned and ran to the rear, the second and third people soon turned and ran away.
"Hold it to me! Whoever dares to escape will have their property confiscated and driven out of the territory!" Baron Arnhem saw a small rout on the center wing of his army's front, which was expanding like a domino, and he immediately started to fight. His throat roared violently.
"Fuck you, I usually exploit me until I'm completely destitute. Even if I'm expelled from my territory, I still have a life to live, but if I die here, I'll have nothing!" Those farmers fled the battlefield with quick steps. After hearing what Baron Arnhem said, Bing already looked indifferent.
Baron Arnhem found that his threats were ineffective, and even a few trembling peasant soldiers in the back row just looked at him dejectedly after he finished speaking, as if they had not heard, and followed the deserters to the rear of the battlefield. Escape.
"Dane, Lucas," Baron Arnhem looked at the two private soldiers behind the formation, "If anyone dares to escape again, he will be executed on the spot!"
The two private soldiers, who were wearing leather hats, old cotton armor, and Arnhem family heraldic robes, looked stunned. They looked at the neighbors in the countryside who passed them one by one, and they couldn't make a move.
"Stop!" A slightly older private soldier finally became cruel and kicked a young peasant soldier who was running towards him to the ground, intending to stab him with the cold spear in his hand.
"Don't, don't! Uncle Dan, don't kill me, I'm little Fanny," the young man wearing a dirty, patched linen robe struggled on the ground and yelled, tremblingly using his hand full of dirt and grass residue. Wiping his yellow nose and salty tears with his sleeve, "Uncle Dan, you know, my father is ill in bed, and I am the only one who can work in the family. If I die here, my family will be finished. Ah! Please let me go like a fart!"
After all, the spear that the elderly private soldier named Dan En thrust forward stopped in mid-air, and he made no further moves. He raised his head and saw Baron Arnhem slashing at the front line with a long sword. He couldn't care about it for the time being, so he quickly pulled the young peasant soldier up from the ground.
"Hurry back and take care of your father, and give him my regards. If your family is evicted, you can go to Gende to find my relative. He has opened a small shop. Tell me your name, and you can be a man in that shop. Guys make a living. Let’s leave while the chaos is happening!” The old private soldier patted the young peasant soldier on the shoulder, and before he could say anything, he pushed him to the rear of the battlefield.
The battle continued, but the decline of the Arnhem army became increasingly obvious.
"Ah!" One of Simon's guard soldiers was slashed on his right arm by a bald private soldier on the opposite side, and the bright red blood instantly dyed his clothes red.
When the bald private soldier was about to stab the guard soldier with an injured right arm in the throat, an arrow penetrated directly into his forehead.
"Little Klein, you did a great job!" Simon praised loudly as he pulled the sword out of an enemy's body. If it hadn't been for little Klein's timely arrow, he might have lost a strong soldier.
Originally, there were not many soldiers in the village of Verde, and it was difficult to replenish them. In this case, it seems that the life of every Simon soldier is extremely precious.
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"Baron Iser, don't you care about some bullshit honor? Do you have the guts to duel with me?" At this time, Baron Arnhem's roar came from the battlefield.
"What a wonderful idea! Now you are in a battle between trapped beasts, and your defeat is already certain," Baron Iser sneered disdainfully, "But I still decided to accept your duel!"
"Very well, everyone stop, stop!" Baron Arnhem laughed loudly and ordered to the surrounding soldiers. He knew that he was about to lose, and the duel at this time was his life-saving straw to turn the tide of the war.
At this time, the soldiers who were fighting fiercely on both sides stopped their hands in unison and focused their attention on the two lords.
In such a small war, if the leading noble provokes a duel, it will be the best thing for the ordinary soldiers on both sides. This means that they can no longer risk their lives and fight to the death, but stand aside and enjoy the lord's wonderful life-and-death showdown to determine the outcome of the war.
"Master, the battle is almost won. You don't have to accept his duel!" A private soldier said worriedly in Baron Iser's ear.
"Don't worry, with Baron Arnhem's three-legged cat skills, you're still far from hurting me! Just watch from behind." Baron Iser patted his chest and said confidently.
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"Little Klein, go to the woods to find some firewood to make a fire. By the way, when you come back, go to the merchants who accompany the army of Baron Iser and buy some spirits and gauze." After the two sides stopped, Simon saw his guard Most of the soldiers suffered minor or serious injuries, and they wanted to deal with them as soon as possible.
"Master, why don't you go find the barber from Baron Iser's army?" Little Klein looked at Simon in confusion.
"Don't ask too much, go and do things." Simon waved his hand quickly.
In this era, in addition to cutting people's hair and shaving, barbers also served as doctors. At this time, doctors would use their timeless bloodletting therapy whether it was a headache, a cold, an injury, or even a mental illness.
Not far away at this time, soldiers from both sides quickly dragged the dead bodies in the middle of the battlefield to one side, and then formed a large circle with three floors inside and three floors outside, looking at Baron Arnhem and Baron Iser in the middle of the circle.
"Old friend, it was your strong sense of noble honor that drove you to accept the duel, wasn't it?" A successful smile appeared on the corner of Baron Arnhem's mouth, as if he had already predicted that Baron Iser would be ready to fight. , accept your own duel.
"This is just one of the reasons." Baron Iser smiled and said no more.
"Then let's stop talking nonsense." Baron Arnhem wiped the blood off his long sword with a piece of linen cloth, then stepped forward with his left foot, lunged and made a plow gesture.
Baron Iser put the two-handed sword on his shoulders, moved his left foot forward, and raised his hands with anger.
"Drink!" Baron Iser stepped forward and slashed at Baron Arnhem's left shoulder, but was blocked by Baron Arnhem who reacted quickly and raised his sword.
Seeing that the blow failed, Baron Iser's sword spun around in the air following the force of the deflection, and then slashed up from the right side of Baron Arnhem, but was caught by the agile Baron Arnhem's backhand. Come down.
"The reaction is really fast." Baron Iser thought to himself, took a step back, stared at the other person closely with a serious face.
The soldiers watching the excitement let out bursts of exclamations, watching this wonderful showdown with relish. In the boring life of the Middle Ages, duels between nobles were undoubtedly the best entertainment.
"Let's make a bet. If you bet on Baron Iser, you will lose 1.00 points, and if you bet on Baron Arnhem, you will lose 5 cents!" A private soldier of Iser, who was full of confidence in his lord, said to his companion next to him.
"Why are the odds so different?" Simon, who was watching, scratched the back of his head in confusion. He was a little worried at this time. If Baron Iser lost the duel and was killed, his losses would be great.
"Hey, you didn't know this," the private soldier said with a brisk smile on his face, triumphantly, "my father won the championship in the tournament held by the Duke of Friesland when he was young."
"No wonder." Simon suddenly realized and stroked his mustache.
"Look at the sword!"
At this moment, Baron Iser launched another attack, stabbing Baron Arnhem in the throat with lightning speed.
"Oops." Baron Arnhem didn't react. He took a hasty step back and deflected Baron Iser's fatal stab with a left pick.
"What a good opportunity!" Baron Iser saw that Baron Arnhem's steps were a little disordered, and he suddenly felt happy. He twisted the sword that had been lifted away and struck his head from above again.
"Oh, go to hell!"
Baron Arnhem squatted down slightly and put his sword across his head, barely able to block the blow. But when he saw that Baron Iser was holding the sword above his head, the flaw was wide open, so he quickly swung the sword and slashed hard at his waist.
"clang!"
As expected, Baron Iser took a step back, twisted his wrist and struck away Baron Arnhem's sword with a side cut, and then quickly stepped forward and gave it a hard push with his shoulder. Baron Iser's huge force like a wild bull instantly knocked Baron Arnhem back.
When Baron Arnhem came to his senses again, a strong wind suddenly came to his ears. Turning his head, he saw that Baron Iser's sword was already on his neck. He knew that his idea of relying on a duel to make a comeback was completely shattered.
"Let me tell you, with your three-legged cat skills, I can not only defeat you in a head-to-head battle, but also in a duel." Baron Iser looked down at the guy who had made such nonsense before.
"I lost," Baron Arnhem's face was ashen and he was breathing heavily, "Why didn't you just chop off my head with a sword? You obviously hate me so much and hate me!"
"Instead of killing you here, it would be more cost-effective to exchange some ransom with your family. Anyway, it will be difficult for you, a loser, to make a comeback in the future, and you will not be able to pose a threat to me."
Baron Arnhem curled his lips bitterly. Yes, I lost a large number of serf soldiers and private soldiers in this war. Not only was the huge amount of money spent on the war wasted, I even had to borrow another huge sum of money from Jewish businessmen who made usury loans to pay. Enough ransom for Baron Iser.
Even if one day he gets rid of the debt crisis and the territory returns to the same level as when the war started, Baron Iser who has won this war will only become stronger and more difficult to defeat.
"Hey." All Baron Arnhem's resentment and unwillingness finally turned into a long sigh.
