A "beep" horn sound sounded in the woods behind Count Lowen's siege camp, and soldiers holding various weapons and wearing uneven armor appeared in formation at the junction of the woods and grassland.
If Baron Quinnir were here, he would be surprised to find Captain Jerram standing next to Simon now.
The surviving mercenaries stood together with the Verde village soldiers.
"Your mission is to quickly break through the siege camp, and then fight all the way to the town gate to rescue Earl Berg. Do you understand?"
"Understood, Lord Simon." Captain Jerram said, pulling out the long-handled two-handed sword from the scabbard behind his back.
In fact, Simon's choice to hire these mercenaries was really a helpless move.
The numerical disadvantage on their side is too obvious. At this time, every additional veteran who is proficient in combat in the army will increase the chance of victory.
As for Captain Jerram, Baron Kunir's defeat forced him to hold his nose and put in a small deposit and admit defeat. What's more, he and his brothers were captured and had to pay a large sum of money. Ransom, this is really a depressing and big loss business.
But all this lasted until the day Simon released his captives.
When all the prisoners were released, Simon extended an olive branch to these mercenaries - they could be exempted from ransom, but the condition was that during this period they would serve for the coalition of nobles in the Earl of Berg.
Captain Jerram wanted to be a little clever at first. He said that they would only consider joining Simon's side to fight if Simon paid the compensation that Baron Qunier should pay them.
But Simon's face collapsed on the spot and he lost all interest in bargaining. He directly asked the militiamen to take them back to the cell. At this time, Captain Jerram finally panicked and quickly expressed his acceptance of Simon's conditions.
These mercenaries are all paid to do things, and what is different about this battle is that this time they are fighting for their own freedom.
"Kill the siege camp and kick their butts from behind!!!"
"Kill!"
The urgent situation did not allow any time to be wasted. There were no impassioned pre-battle speeches or pre-battle prayers for the soldiers to seek peace of mind. Under the leadership of the leading nobles, the soldiers rushed towards the attackers like arrows that were taken off their strings. City camp.
The soldiers roared and cursed, running as fast as hares with their legs, and rushed in from the back of the seemingly "defensive" siege camp.
But what was unexpected was that there were exclamations and screams from the soldiers who were the first to rush into the camp.
For a moment, the sounds of swords clashing, sharp objects piercing flesh, and arrows flying and flying resounded in the siege camp. The cunning Earl of Loon actually saved a hand and set up an ambush in the camp!
"Ahhh!"
Captain Jerram swung the long-handled two-handed sword in his hand and slashed at a private soldier of Count Loon with wide eyes.
The private soldier of Earl Loon who faced the enemy was very young, probably the second son of a noble family. Even though he was wearing a thick soft armor with a coat of arms that represented the trust and recognition of the Earl of Loon family printed on it, it could not resist the fear he felt at this moment.
"Pfft!"
The young private soldier who hurriedly raised his shield to fight back was finally a step too late, and his throat was mercilessly cut open by this sharp two-handed sword that had drunk the blood of countless people, becoming another soul of Captain Jerram's sword.
However, there were only a few veterans like Captain Jerram who had been on the battlefield and had superb sword skills. Most of the soldiers were involved in fierce battles with the enemy.
On the main road of the camp, which was full of mud and excrement, a soldier from Baron Wolfe's retinue rushed forward and chopped open the chest of an enemy soldier with a sharp sword, and blood rushed to his face.
Before he could react, another enemy soldier rushed from the side and knocked him to the ground with a shield, then stabbed his spear into his abdomen.
However, before the private soldier of Earl Loon, who was holding a spear, could proudly pull out the spear, a bearded axe-hand of Baron Karl's guard on the side struck him in the back with the battle ax in his hand.
The battle ax broke through the private soldier's leather armor and embedded deeply into his back, and a "clicking" sound came from his spine.
The bearded axe-hand heard the "thumping" sound of chain mail coming from his left hand side, and quickly pulled out the short armed ax on his waist, blocking a man wearing a mail turban with a "bang". The private soldier struck a fatal blow, then quickly took a step forward and chopped the damn sneak attacker's face to pieces with an axe.
"Aha!"
Just as the axe-man was about to pull the two-handed battle ax out of the spine of the dying private soldier on the ground, an arrow shot through his throat. The strong pain and suffocation made him loosen his hand holding the short armed axe, and he knelt down in the mud. His golden beard was dyed red by the blood that kept pouring out of his mouth.
The siege camp was full of tents and piled-up debris. Some enemy archers stood on the temporary simple arrow towers erected at the entrance of the camp to release arrows. The scene was extremely chaotic.
This was completely different from the situation that the noble coalition had expected before the war to have empty defenses at this time.
"What the hell!"
Old Cooser, who was staying behind the front to control the battle, changed his expression - if the soldiers were successfully held back by the enemies stationed in the camp, when Count Lowen broke through the town gate of Dusseldorf, there would definitely be Going back to deal with them is no joke.
Keother wanted Baron Wolfe, Baron Karl, and Lange, who were leading the charge, to concentrate their troops on one point and break through the enemy's defense line first.
But the battle in the camp was too chaotic, and the tents were full of debris. It would take a lot of effort to find them to convey instructions.
"Father, I will lead the cavalry to break through their flanks, then harass them from behind, and help Earl Loon and Baron Wolfe break through their defenses!" Simon also saw that the situation was unfavorable, so he quickly made a judgment and faced Ke Orser said.
"That's it, kid, be safe and come back alive." Keother understood that there was no time to waste now, so he nodded in agreement after thinking for a moment.
"Fat man, Gabriel, lead our cavalry to break through from the left wing!"
"Okay, Master!"
"Yes, Sir!"
After saying that, Simon, Fatty, and Gabriel led four Verde Village cavalry and six Dorsten Baron light cavalry and rushed toward the left flank of the battlefield.
"Woo, woo~"
The urgent rallying horn sounded in the battlefield, and the meaning contained in it was self-evident - to gather the troops.
The fierce battle between the soldiers continued. Whether it was in the siege camp or at the gate of Dusseldorf, everyone was working hard to repel the opponent in front of them.
The blood stained the ground where the two sides met hand-to-hand red like water. The strong smell of blood aroused the hormones in the blood of the soldiers. Some soldiers howled wildly like wild beasts, with only one thing left in their minds - —Killing.
Baron Wolfe in the siege camp became a "bloody man" at this time. He felt that the sticky blood on the handles of the swords in both hands almost made it difficult for him to hold the sword tightly. He felt that his body began to weaken, and he wore Wearing heavy chainmail, he rushed to the battlefield and then sprinted to engage the enemy. The battle consumed a lot of his energy.
The comrades around them also began to show signs of decline. Every time they swung an ax or thrust out a spear, they were a beat slower than when they first started fighting. Some people who were unable to react and exposed their flaws would be chopped down by enemies with good physical strength. On the ground.
At this moment, Baron Wolfe noticed the sound of horse hooves coming from the continuous fighting, and it was getting closer and closer.
"Ta da, da da, da da~"
Twelve cavalry suddenly rushed out from the rear of Count Luo Weng's private army.
They lined up in a row, leveled the lances in their hands, clamped the horses' bellies, and sprinted at high speed.
"Keep formation and charge!"
Simon held a shield in one hand and a long lance in the other, holding the handle of the gun under his armpit. He saw a scar-faced soldier turning back behind Count Luo Weng's private army line, looking at them with disbelief and despair in his eyes.
"It's just you, go to hell!"
This is not as concentrated as the one-on-one duel with people on horseback at the Dresden Tourney. This is the first time Simon has ridden into the enemy's front line on horseback since arriving here. Even with his back, it is still impressive. He felt very nervous.
"Pfft!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The lance simply ignored the soft armor on the Scarface soldier and stabbed deeply into his chest amidst his screams.
Immediately afterwards, the lance broke with a "snap", ending its mission.
Simon and his horse "Lucky" rushed into the battle line of Count Loon's private soldiers with high-speed kinetic energy, knocking down several people in his path.
"Ha!" Simon quickly threw away the other half of the broken lance, drew out his armed sword, and started slashing at the enemy.
At this time, the private battle line in the siege camp became loose under the fierce attack from behind by twelve cavalrymen. Many enemy soldiers panicked and began to be counterattacked by the noble coalition soldiers.
"Good job Simon!" At this moment, Lange lost his usual cold face, raised the iron sword full of blood, and shouted to Simon with a grin.
"Good opportunity, kill them all! Charge for me!"
Baron Karl's eyes lit up. He held a sword in his left hand and an ax in his right hand. He rushed forward with a shout and struck an enemy knight in the chest with his axe.
Immediately, the knight's chainmail was slashed with iron rings flying everywhere, but Baron Karl's ax did not penetrate his defense, but got stuck in the lining of the knight's soft armor.
So Baron Carl made a prompt decision and stabbed the knight's throat with the sword in his left hand, causing blood to flow out.
The surrounding noble coalition soldiers were greatly encouraged. Even though they were out of breath and exhausted, they still charged forward with high morale.
"Oh no!"
"Help, God help us!"
Seeing that the leading noble on their side was beheaded, the morale of Earl Loon's private soldiers dropped to the lowest point, the battle line fell apart, and many people turned their backs and began to flee.
The war situation began to develop in a favorable direction.
"Ignore them, keep going forward and kill the enemy's back at the gate of Dusseldorf Town!"
Seeing the collapse of the enemy's front line, Old Keother happily rode into the siege camp and shouted orders to the soldiers who were preparing to chase down the deserters on both sides of the battlefield.
But at this moment, on the chaotic battlefield, a cold arrow shot him in the chest unexpectedly.
"Damn it!" Old Keoser clutched his chest in pain and fell off the horse. The knight next to him quickly stepped off the horse and rushed forward to check his injuries.
"Shield, you idiots, Shield!"
The knight shouted loudly to a few private soldiers holding shields and fighting forward. The latter quickly reacted and gathered towards this side with their shields raised.
