Medieval White Elf Story

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More than 500 Sorel mercenaries quickly formed ten columns and set up an offensive formation. Following the orders of their respective leaders, they waved their swords and shields and began to run towards the opponent's position while shouting from the command. .

"Go ahead"

"Go forward and kill all the enemies"

Although there were a large number of enemies, these guys from the mountainous area showed no fear and moved forward unswervingly. Their sharp swords reflected a dazzling cold light in the sunlight.

The Sorels were very excited because the captain had told them about the post-war bounty that Flynn had promised them. In their eyes, those homeless people who were barely clothed and frail were just moving, clanking animals. Human silver coin.

Rush over and break the enemy's line in one go to win. This is Flynn's strategy.

Rush over and grab every enemy you can touch, and you can exchange them for shiny silver coins. This is the plan of every Sorel mercenary.

Seeing Bain's army rushing over, the homeless team began to commotion, and shouts came one after another. It was the leaders of the team giving orders, and they also started to take action.

When the Sorel mercenaries began to rush to a distance of one or two hundred steps away from the enemy, the wanderers began to throw javelins, dung forks and even stones at them, trying to use this crude long-range firepower to suppress the charging speed of the mercenaries.

If the distance is too far, most of the thrown objects will miss halfway. Even if a few successfully hit the Sorel mercenary queue occasionally, they will not cause any damage, let alone disrupt the mercenary formation. .

A distance of more than 100 steps can be rushed over in a few breaths.Before the homeless people organized a second wave of long-range strike firepower, the mercenaries had already reached their front.

"kill"

With a chilling roar, the Sorel mercenary running at the front had already rushed into the homeless formation, waving his sword and harvesting the lives of the enemy.

The simple weapon in the homeless man's hand struck the mercenary, but was easily bounced off by the armor, and then the mercenary killed him with a backhand.

After a while, the Sorel mercenary who was the first to rush towards the enemy's position broke out into an open space among the enemies who had gathered together.

More mercenaries also rushed over and joined the fight. Killing cries and screams came one after another. The dust raised as the people moved could not cover the growing gap in the homeless formation.

There is no doubt that this was a one-sided massacre.

Flynn's eyes widened in the distance, observing how his mercenaries were killing the homeless people in all directions, cutting the enemies to the ground in pieces. Although it was bloody, this was a real battlefield, and it would also be a real battlefield. It was part of his future life in this terrible world, and he could only learn to get used to it.

The deeper the Sorel mercenaries go deeper into the enemy's formation, the more enemies they will be surrounded by. The more enemies they kill, the more the enemies will arouse the ferocity of these mountain men. The wooden spears and dung forks continued to kill towards the depths of the enemy's formation. Every time they took a step forward, it meant that a homeless man was killed by the sword.

Seeing his five hundred mercenaries going from contact to breaking in and then going deeper, and finally being slowly surrounded by dense enemies, Flynn was not worried. No matter how many enemies there were, they were just lambs to be slaughtered in front of Sorel's mercenaries. There is no meaning to this battle other than giving away more heads in vain.

But DeBelli beside him was a little eager to take action, so Flynn had to remind him that his first duty was to protect his own safety.

Dibelli was a little disappointed. Those Sorrels showed off their power one by one, killing the homeless people until they cried for their fathers and mothers. He was very anxious. He couldn't show off his power at such a good opportunity, so he could only watch with helplessness. Looking at him, he felt very resentful towards his young master.

Flynn couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this kind of tough guy who only wanted to drink and fight. What was important now was to send someone to remind the mercenaries not to get addicted to killing. He wanted prisoners who could work, not just dig holes. Buried bodies.

"Barber, go and inform Baron Hayden and ask him to be careful not to let the mercenaries kill too many people." Fearing that Dibelli was unreliable, Flynn called another subordinate and told him to convey the message. After giving the order, he thought for a moment and added, "Remind those guys that I will not pay money to a dead person."

After Barbo left, Flynn saw that the mercenaries were almost entering the center of the homeless formation. They were almost completely surrounded outside, which made him worried about whether Sir Hayden could convey the order to the mercenaries. .

After a while, the situation on the battlefield seemed to have changed slightly. The mercenaries were still surrounded by a large number of homeless people. At the same time, a small group of people began to separate from the outermost homeless people. The troops, after gathering for a while, broke away from the melee circle and ran towards the high ground where Flynn was.

"Master, those guys seem to be coming towards us." Di Bailey couldn't tell that something was wrong, so he quickly reminded his master.

"Yes." Flynn was very calm. Sir Hayden and the Bain family's retinue had not yet entered the fight. They had been waiting outside and could intercept this wave of enemies.

Sure enough, the homeless people who wanted to attack did not run too far before they were intercepted by Baron Hayden. The Bain family's followers were completely a small cavalry. Although there were not many in number, they were more than enough to deal with a small group of infantry. Effortlessly beating the opponent into flight.

However, Ge Wen seemed to have determined that stealing tactics was the only way to save the battle, and sent new troops to rush over. Anyway, he had an absolute manpower advantage, and there were many troops that could be deployed to try to break through the Bain family's interception.

Baron Hayden was in a tough fight, and Flynn also felt that the situation was not good.

Fortunately, the Bain family's retinue was very powerful. They used the advantage of the cavalry to tightly entangle the enemy's small force, making it impossible for them to quickly threaten Flynn's position.

As time passed, the followers led by Baron Hayden were gradually overwhelmed by more and more homeless people, and finally there was significant progress in the rear.

The Sorrels successfully broke through the siege of the homeless people. The morale of the homeless people who suffered heavy losses collapsed and fled in all directions. In this way, as long as the mercenaries turned back to help Sir Hayden solve the remaining troops surrounding them, the victory of the battle would also be guaranteed. It’s basically confirmed.

Flynn, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, soon saw a scene that left him speechless.

The murderous Sorel people did not care at all about the dangers facing their rear areas. Instead, they spread out and hunted down the homeless people trying to escape. They had no intention of turning around to reinforce friendly forces.

No way, who made Flynn promise a reward of three silver coins for a prisoner? The enemy has been almost defeated. If he doesn't work hard to capture the prisoner, won't all his hard work for a long time be in vain?

Before Flynn could decide which retinue to send to ask the mercenaries to come back quickly for rescue, another team of homeless people besieging Baron Hayden had already begun to form another team, heading straight for his position.

"Master, you need to get out of here." Even with Di Bailey's IQ, he felt that the situation was not good. There were only four or five followers around Flynn. Even if they were one against ten, it would be very difficult to deal with hundreds of homeless people at the same time. It was difficult to take care of Flynn's thoughtfulness.

"Run wherever I'm going. What if I run away, what should I do if I finally win the battle?" Flynn's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm really out of my mind. How can I think these mercenaries are reliable? From now on, I will never look for mercenaries again." Medieval White Elf Story