Warlord: King of All Clans

There was no suspense in the rest of the battle.

If the horse thieves had rushed out in a group before Rio set the fire, they might have posed some threat to the militia.

But at this moment, the fire was spreading, and just rushing over the fire made the horse thieves panic, so they could only close their eyes and swing their swords around.

Some horse thieves who ran slowly became firemen.

The fur and leather armor they wore were easily ignited, and each of them had not taken a bath for thirty years. Their hair and beards were all clumped together, and they were covered in grease. They were like human torches.

The militiamen were guarding the door. Whenever someone came out, they would kick him down and then stab him to death with a sword.

There were only two armed escorts, which took quite a bit of effort on the part of the militiamen.

They all have the strength of the Empire's heavily armored elite infantry, have powerful combat capabilities, and are wearing a full set of iron armor, making them almost invulnerable to swords and guns.

Under normal circumstances, two such armed followers are enough to defeat twenty bandits. This is also the reason why Friar Lawrence dares to go deep into the wilderness.

If Friar Lawrence had immediately sent these two armed escorts to join the battle between the horse bandits and the militia, it would not have been so easy for the militia to defeat the horse bandits.

But now, with five or six militiamen waiting in wait, even the elite infantry with heavy armor found it difficult to do anything.

An armed attendant came out and rolled on the ground, blocking the militia's dagger with his shield. He swung his sword upward, but was also blocked by the militia's shield.

As soon as he stood up, the other two daggers stabbed at his waist.

Unfortunately, the armed attendant was wearing a heavy chain mail shirt with a piece of hard leather armor as lining inside the chain mail shirt.

The militiamen were very strong, and if they stabbed the horse thieves, they could not only easily penetrate their fur armor, but also cut a big hole in their abdomen, crushing the intestines and kidneys inside.

But when the dagger pierced the armed attendant's chain mail shirt, only a string of sparks burst out and the tip of the sword slid aside.

Seeing that they could not cause any harm to the armed escorts, the militiamen stopped attacking and instead charged forward with their shields raised.

The armed escort was unable to swing his weapon left and right, and wanted to retreat, but two militiamen hit him from behind with their shields and forced him forward.

Five or six militiamen rushed forward together, pinning the armed escort in the middle with their shields, and then stabbed him through the gap in his armor with a dagger, calmly stabbing him to death.

After dealing with all the horse bandits and armed followers, Friar Lawrence rushed out of the corridor in a panic.

His hair and beard were smoking, his holy white robe was burned black and yellow, and the hem of the robe was on fire, burning all the way to his buttocks.

Friar Lawrence, whose butt was on fire, rolled on the ground without caring about his image. After finally putting out the fire, he sat on the ground, looking in despair at the corpses on the ground and the militiamen who swarmed over him.

"You are blaspheming the Holy Light! This is a heresy! The Holy Light will punish you!"

Leo walked over, squatted down and looked down at Lawrence, and said coldly: "Master Monk, Holy Light never said that."

Leo stood up and said loudly: "Tulsi Lawrence, a monk of the Holy Light Church, cheated, colluded with horse thieves, attacked the River Bend Frontier Territory, and caused the deaths of many people in the territory. His crimes are heinous and unforgivable."

"I, Leo Mondo, in the name of the Sheriff of the Reach, sentence you to death by hanging!"

Following Leo's verdict, two militiamen came up, took out a rope, tied it around Lawrence's neck, and regardless of his frantic struggle, hanged him directly on the gate of the blockhouse.

Watching Lawrence struggling to die, Leo ordered Ivan: "Clean up the battlefield, don't miss anything valuable."

"Okay!" Ivan nodded excitedly and took his men to collect the spoils.

An hour later, Leo rode on his mount, and behind him, the militiamen led twenty-four horses, each of which was loaded with a large amount of supplies.

Although these fast horses can carry horse thieves to charge and plunder, their level is not yet up to the level of war horses, so they can only be called fast horses.

The Empire's war horses come in two sizes.

One was a light warhorse, good at long-distance raids and short-distance charges carrying a total of 300 pounds of light cavalry, equipment and horse armor.

Another type of heavy warhorse could carry a total of 500 pounds of heavy cavalry, equipment, and horse armor for short-distance charges.

Obviously, this group of fast horses cannot meet these two minimum requirements.

The grasslands of the Western Territory are rich in light war horses, and the nomadic people are skilled in archery and horsemanship, so the light cavalry corps of the Western Territory ranks first in the empire.

Most of these bandits who broke into the northern and southern borders were criminals and deserters from the western border.

But what's funny is that although the northern grasslands are rich in heavy war horses, there are almost no heavy cavalry corps in the north, and most of them are light cavalry.

Because the people of the North are so tall!

Which of the northerners who are able to become elite soldiers is not a strong man over 1.8 meters tall and weighing over 200 pounds?

Wearing a set of heavy armor, holding a sword, shield and lance, and then covering the warhorse with horse armor, the combined weight is even more than six hundred pounds!

Ordinary heavy war horses could not run at all carrying them, and their legs would be easily broken, or after a battle, their spines would be bent and become useless.

Even ordinary fiefdom knights did not have the money to purchase those high-quality heavy war horses, or special war horses with the blood of magical beasts, let alone equip them to the heavy cavalry corps.

On the contrary, people in the southern border are not tall, and the cavalry are generally between 1.6 and 1.8 meters tall.

Moreover, the technology in the South is advanced, and the armor forging technology is advanced. For the same defensive power, the steel armor in the South can be one-third thinner.

The full set of equipment, weapons and horse armor weighed just over 500 pounds, just right for the heavy warhorses purchased from the North.

More importantly, the nobles in the southern border are rich!

The people in the North would sell their war horses to the masters in the South at high prices even though they were reluctant to ride them themselves.

Except for the twenty-four fast horses, the cargo on the horses was not valuable. It was just some food, cloth, and the horse thieves' tents, fur armor, felt sleeping mats and other things collected by the militia.

The Hewan militia, who were used to being poor, were reluctant to give up anything and even looted the horse thieves' barbecue grill and broken iron pot.

The most valuable items, besides dozens of imperial gold and silver coins, were the full sets of armor worn by two armed attendants.

The leather-lined chain mail shirts, steel shoulder pads, steel helmets and iron gloves that these mercenaries usually wear are more flexible than the attire of heavy-armored elite infantry, and more majestic and domineering than the equipment of the regular infantry of the empire.

There is not even a set of chain mail in the entire River Bay Territory!

With these two sets of armor, Ulian, the pioneer knight, and Leo, the knight attendant, look more like real people!

Leo was riding on his horse, casually flipping through Friar Lawrence's book, thinking happily.

His friend Ivan helped him lead the horse. He was thinking about something as he walked. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Is it possible...is it possible? What the bandit leader said just now is that he wants to fight you in a duel?"

Leo was stunned for a moment, and then he carefully pondered the horse thief's Western accent, and then he suddenly realized.

"Oh, what a pity, we didn't get to have a good exchange!"

The two men shook their heads and cried out what a pity it was as they walked forward.