Knight with Wand

Together with everyone, he climbed to the top of the arrow tower in the Longka camp, and Leon looked up at the boundless blue sky.

The sunny weather naturally showed no sign of rain, so it seemed that a miracle was not going to happen.

The circular magic light curtain was outlined with the fingers of the blond boy.

Sir Ledo's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and he felt slightly suspicious.

Warlock? Is this kid a warlock?

Your Excellency Leon also has a warlock consultant?

However, Ledo then moved his eyes to the opponent's spell screen without saying much.

Although I don’t know where Leon recruited this young spell caster.

But now it is obviously beneficial to one's own side to have a mage whose origin is unknown and who dares to ignore the king's decree and participate in internal disputes.

Leon withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked at the light curtain in front of him, observing the magnified distant scene.

As Corvis moved the telescopic sight across the screen, everyone quickly estimated the approximate number of invading enemies.

Far away from the wooden outer wall on the Longka field, the militiamen who were rearranging and converging into horizontal formations were noisily divided into four teams, numbering about 200 people.

However, although the number of people in this front line alone was close to Longka's strength, their equipment was crude and far inferior to that of ordinary armed civilians. Most of them had no armor, and there were very few decent shields in the team.

If there were only these miscellaneous fish, Longka's soldiers could easily defeat them.

However, behind these obvious cannon fodder troops, there were about two hundred well-armed infantrymen with contradictory cards, armored heads, and clear flags.

These main forces of the Lang family were divided into four square formations to serve as the center's pressure.

On the left wing on the north side of the military formation, there were about fifty archers equipped with longbows.

But compared with these soldiers, the most threatening thing was the more than fifty heavy cavalry with bright armor on the right wing on the south side of the military formation.

But the 500 soldiers who are forming a team in the west of Longka are not all.

Wait for Corvis to move the magic circle screen to the other side of the river in the northwest.

It can be seen that a slightly slower marching column is still coming, and its number is no less than two hundred people.

After this observation, the enemy's strength on both sides of the river combined was at least more than 700.

Seeing that the number of enemies outside Longka should be less than a thousand, Leon felt a little relieved, which was better than nothing.

Perhaps it was the sentry rider's panicked report and misjudgment of the baggage queue that caused the error.

But it does not rule out that the enemy has more soldiers outside their sight.

Of course, even if it is not four times our own, the enemy is close to three times our own strength, and Lonka's visible disadvantage has not been substantially reduced.

Leon considered in his eyes and clenched his gauntlet. He knew that Lonka's defense plan could not theoretically withstand so many enemies.

After all, this is a wooden pass built for a short period of time, not a carefully built earth and stone barrier.

Wooden camps can only delay the enemy and hinder combat.

The originally expected number of incoming enemies was more than twice as many as our own, but now it was nearly a third more than the planned limit. This was not the straw that broke the camel's back, but a boulder.

Only one table of rice is prepared, but two or three tables of guests come. Can this meal still be eaten?

In reality, there is no way to use the mouse to pull troops from the perspective of God and show off operations in battle.

In fact, once the two armies are connected, they cannot be separated again until the winner is defeated. The impact of the disadvantage of military strength is clearer in reality than in the game.

With twice the number, the enemy can easily encircle them from the sides, and nearly three times the number, which means that one's own side is likely to face encirclement and annihilation by enemies from all directions.

This army of ours is not made up of warriors trapped in the battle, but only soldiers made up of armed civilians. Once a siege is formed, it will be the beginning of the collapse of our own morale.

But if you choose to retreat

Leon frowned, holding on to the crenellations of the arrow tower and looking around at the camp at his feet.

Giving up Lonka to the enemy is also an unwise choice.

The enemy may not know it, but my family understands their own affairs, and the Thorn Flower Collar currently has no soldiers.

If an enemy of the size in front of us is allowed to gain a foothold and then attempts to recapture this place, he will definitely not be able to do so before the baron returns to support.

Attack and defense, and regaining a stronghold, are not comparable in price.

And if Lonca is lost, even if we can safely withdraw our troops, we may be able to withstand the enemy's attack in Selva if we join together with the one hundred Faloris red-robed infantry in the baggage camp.

But with the enemy using this as a stronghold, other villages and towns around Lonka will inevitably suffer.

Especially Plyton.

It seems that Longka's farmland cannot be saved after being trampled by the enemy.

If Pleyton was also burned to the ground, plus the damage to surrounding villages and towns,

Even if Baron Earliver's plan is successfully completed in the future, there will still be a big food shortage in this area.

"Sir, we have no chance of winning."

Old Brian stroked his thick beard and calmly assessed the strength of the enemy and us. He turned to Leon and said: "Look at the chaotic posture of the enemy's front row. Those ragtag groups were basically pulled in temporarily to make up the numbers. I'm afraid they haven't even experienced formation training. , the enemy’s combat power is not as powerful as it seems.”

Sir Ledo on the side also nodded and agreed: "Your centurion is right, Lord Leon, as far as I can see, your soldiers are well-trained and better than the enemy's forwards. As long as they rely on the terrain and The battlefield fortifications were delayed for a long time. When the reinforcements from Wachter and Selva arrived, the outcome was not yet known.

More than a decade ago, in the Battle of Lower Beso, General Barron of the previous king defeated the 3,000 Garsom army with 500 soldiers and took advantage of the terrain. As long as the conditions are right, the number of people cannot determine everything. Moreover, the army of the Gunnar family is far from being that strong. "

Knight Redo paused and said, "Of course, I respect your choice. If you want to withdraw, I will lead my troops to the rear of the team to prevent the retreat from turning into a rout. "

Listening to the advice of the two veterans who had experienced the battlefield, Leon was confident. Time was pressing. He did not hesitate and immediately made a decision and issued a military order.

"Letting the Wolf family army wreak havoc will inevitably cause thousands of people in the barony to be displaced. We cannot retreat without a fight.

Brian, let the archers deploy to the arrow tower on the high slope. You lead the infantry of the three lords to line up in the barricade area south of the high slope with the tactics of the first plan.

Azerien, Lohak, you lead your respective cavalry to obey the command of Lord Redo.

Sir Redo, the troops you brought are Longka's trump card. Please let the phalanx soldiers lead the halberd soldiers out of the camp from the east gate and hide in the east of Longka in advance as a reserve force. After the battle breaks out, they will be ready to support the front line at any time. "

"Yes, sir." The few people who received the order punched their breastplates to salute the warriors, and then each of them turned around with a helmet and left the arrow tower stairs one by one.

Looking at the old father who received the order, Olivia held him, with inevitable worry in her eyes.

She did not regret her decision to stay in Selva. She was glad that she could use her martial arts skills to the fullest because she could stay to defend the villagers against the evil enemies.

But it is also a fact that she gave up moving, and her father now had to go to the battlefield because of this decision.

The girl's lips moved slightly, her voice was low, and she lowered her head with self-blame: "Father, please be careful. "

Seeing his daughter feel the same guilt as when she got into trouble as a child, Brian smiled easily.

Seeing that Sir Redo and others had gone far away, he turned back and comforted Olivia: "Don't worry about it, silly child. Your father has experienced battlefields a hundred times larger than this. What is this small scene?

There are no terrible flying dragons, no armored giants, no overwhelming dire wolf knights of the Duke of the East, and no rain of fire from the sky.

My bones as an old guy are not enough to be knocked down by a few peasant soldiers of the Gunnar family. "

"Dragon? Giant? Dire wolf?"

Olivia listened to the monster words that sounded like those in legends, and her bright eyes widened.

"You haven't heard of it? I didn't dare to tell you before, but it doesn't matter now. Don't worry, I will tell you about my father's bravery when he was young when I come back. "He raised his big hand and rubbed his daughter's marriage hair, which was now bound by a knot. He put on his iron helmet with a relieved smile, and walked down the arrow tower with a slight limp.

Watching the father and daughter say a brief farewell quietly, Leon couldn't help but sigh to his lover.

"I'm sorry, Olivia, I can't ignore your father's ability.

Knight Leido can't effectively command the local troops he is not familiar with.

And I have to lead the way, without the experience and spare energy to give orders in the chaos."

Olivia shook her head and interrupted her lover's apology: "It was a unanimous decision of my father and I to stay and help everyone. Besides, the danger faced by everyone now is no less than ours. The current situation where my father has to be in danger is caused by the enemies who invaded us, not you, don't feel guilty. "

As she said, she walked closer to Leon and smiled: "Or, you apologize to me like this, do you think I am an unreasonable person?"

"No. "

Leon looked at the open-minded girl in front of him, and smiled bitterly with a sense of shame: "I am the one who is selfish and unreasonable.

I actually thought secretly, can I find a suitable reason, even if it means lying to you, to get you away from Longka. "

Olivia blinked unexpectedly when she heard this.

She could feel her lover's concern for her safety, although she would never agree to abandon him and avoid danger alone.

Not only for Leon, but also for all the partners, friends and innocent and weak villagers facing war.

"You didn't do that after all, and I'm not stupid, you can't deceive me." The girl raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Well, whether I can deceive you or not, I don't want to insult you with such a selfish temperament. "

Leon looked straight ahead at the beautiful figure in armor, who looked as heroic as a knight.

Admiring and appreciating his own beautiful treasure, he raised his hand proudly and stroked the other's smooth golden hair.

"You are destined to be the lion of Selva, not the kitten in my arms. With reliable comrades by your side, I believe you can be safe." Leon's hand fell on the girl's thick shoulder armor, and he looked at her trustfully: "Go, bring us victory."

Encouraged by her loved one, Olivia nodded firmly.

The girl picked up her helmet and turned to meet up with the cavalry team, but when she reached the stairs, she suddenly turned her face and glanced at her lover.

"But, in fact, there is nothing wrong with being your cat."

Muttering with a blushing face, Olivia quickly put on the helmet to cover her cheeks and ran down the stairs as fast as she could.

Leon couldn't help but smile.

"My Lord! Look at that. "

Corvis observed a few cavalrymen running out of the army in the distance and turned back to remind them.

Leon looked in the direction.

He saw a few knights running out of the army from the gentle slope on the enemy's left wing.

They held high the wolf flag of the Gunnar family and approached the outer wall of the trench in the distance. Then, led by the leading knight, they reined in their horses and wandered around.

From their behavior, it was obvious that although no messenger was sent to climb over the low wall, the enemy seemed to have something to say.

"Should we send someone to take a look?" Corvis asked, looking at the lord beside him.

Leon looked up and observed the position of the sun, then shook his head: "No, I will meet them in person to see what trash these guys want to say.

It's just right, we can delay for a while."

He put on his winged helmet and walked down the arrow tower with Corvis.

Coming to the guards, he led the mount over and stepped on the stirrup to climb onto the black horse.

The mount, which had long been rested and fat, was now covered with heavy armor.

The black embroidered knight's robe with emblems covers its tall and majestic body. The flexible neck armor is nested in layers, and the thick and solid horse armor breastplate and warhorse mask dress this precious war mount like a biological chariot.

Coupled with the heavy armor knight covered with airtight plate armor on the saddle, this is a veritable living tank in this era.

Reaching out to take the lance from Zabron, who was wearing a robe and heavy armor, Leon urged the mount and led the guards out of the Longka camp with Corvis holding the emblem square flag high.

One in front and one behind, with six heavy armor guards, silently and slowly passed the advancing infantry formations.

The soldiers carrying spears on their shoulders unconsciously looked at the embroidered sword-winged battle flag fluttering in the wind.

Feeling that the lord had stepped onto the forefront of the battlefield with them, the warriors were excited.

On the high slope in the distance, two teams of archers climbed up the heightened and widened support arrow tower.

Below the high slope, the crisscrossing trenches and chevaux-de-frise spikes turned the land behind the outer low wall into a rotten land with pits and ups and downs.

Old Brian held the emblem of Pendragon and rode through the army formation with spears, shouting and giving orders to the enemy formation.

The soldiers lined up in several horizontal rows as in training, temporarily placing the simple javelins they carried on the ground.

Leon passed through the battlefield full of army formations and obstacles, slowly came to the outer wooden wall, and stopped his horse.

Zabron led the guards to walk forward quickly, and looked through the observation holes on the wooden wall to check the situation outside the wall.

The enemy's army formation was still in formation in the distance, and the knights who were close were still wandering outside the trench.

After confirming the enemy situation outside the wall, the guards received Leon's order and opened the door of the wooden wall for the lord from left and right.

Amid the rough creaking sound, the gate of the pass was seen to be wide open.

Canis shouted immediately, led his attendants and the accompanying family knights, rode their horses to a position ten meters in front of the wooden wall trench, and stopped their horses.

"Listen!"

The young master of the Wolf family glared and shouted at the silver-armored knight wearing a winged helmet: "Farolis, the coward who plays witchcraft! I am Canis of Wolfenhall.

If you don't want to be torn to pieces by the wolves, you have only one moment to roll out of this ridiculous wooden shed and surrender, and I promise to leave you with a thumb!"