When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

"Captain Hakuto, Lord Berard is going to be upset with us this time."

Along the mountain path, fifty mercenaries advanced slowly.

"We belong to the White Maple Mercenary团, not Berard's private property. He's just our employer, not the团 leader," Hakuto said, looking around nonchalantly.

"What do we do now?" A slightly younger soldier haphazardly slashed at the tall grass on the ground with his short sword.

"Search around. I feel like something's not right." Pushing aside the bushes in front of him, Hakuto turned to the people behind him and said, "That Cleonte isn't such an unreliable person, our Ber..."

"Captain, watch out!"

A glint of cold light appeared in the corner of Hakuto's eye. He immediately retreated, and the spear narrowly grazed his lips.

Hakuto stumbled back two or three steps, his body still leaning backward onto his companion. He covered his mouth and nose, blood flowing from between his fingers.

"Blow the whistle, form a line, it's the short-hairs."

Before the other mercenaries could react, soldiers in black cloaks emerged one after another from behind the bushes.

Their steps were hurried, and their faces were visibly tense, but they still managed to form a somewhat orderly line.

The mercenary squad leaders immediately blew their whistles. Rain poured into the whistles, distorting the sound.

The scattered white-robed mercenaries immediately began to gather towards the center at the sound of the whistles, quickly forming a square formation.

The Black Hat Army, bearing black and red flags, also blew whistles, and the small clearing was instantly filled with commands and whistles.

Three brigades of the Black Hat Army formed neat lines. The Black Hat Army soldiers in the first row had already replaced their weapons with four-meter-long forged spears, while the latter two brigades still carried six-meter-long cast spears, two men sharing one.

Rain fell heavily on the ground, and the urgent whistles stopped for a moment.

In that instant, the Black Hat Army and the White Maple mercenaries stared at each other.

The next second, straw sandals splashed through the puddles on the ground, mud splattering onto trousers rolled up to the knees.

The three brigades of the Black Hat Army simultaneously charged at the fifty mercenaries in front of them.

The sound of blades rubbing against each other rang out, and the footsteps were as rhythmic as the rain.

The first row of White Maple mercenaries also raised kite shields, and spears extended over their shoulders, resting on the shields, pointing towards the Black Hat Army.

The spears were exposed to the rain, and the entire formation resembled a porcupine covered in spikes.

"Hold steady, hold steady." Hakuto had cuts on his upper and lower lips and the tip of his nose, and he was starting to speak with a lisp.

Before he could finish speaking, the Black Hat Army soldiers had already begun their charge in the wind and rain.

This made Hakuto almost disbelieve his eyes.

Infantry capable of charging on the battlefield were all top-notch veterans, requiring not only discipline and trust, but most importantly, a fearless morale.

These Black Hat Army soldiers actually, actually...

Before he could finish his "actually," one of the Black Hat Army soldiers in the first row slipped and fell.

On the slippery ground, like dominoes, the Black Hat Army soldiers in the first row all fell one after another.

The second and third rows of the Black Hat Army had to stop their charge first, and then carefully step over those who had fallen.

At this time, Hakuto realized that these black-clad soldiers would tie a rope around their waists, so that when they charged, they would form an orderly charge formation.

But this seemed extremely foolish to him.

Because in this way, if one person fell, everyone would have to help him, easily causing everyone to fall.

Similarly, as long as one person wanted to run, everyone would be implicated, or even run together.

As expected, they are ignorant rabble. I was actually intimidated at the beginning.

After passing the first row of the Black Hat Army, the Black Hat Army of the latter two brigades, twenty companies, raised ten spears and charged towards the spear formation.

"Don't move! I said don't move!" Hakuto shouted loudly, but the six-meter spears were getting closer and closer.

In the eyes of the White Maple mercenaries in the first row, the enemy's spears were about to poke their eyeballs.

"Thrust!"

As soon as Hakuto's leaking command came out, twenty spears immediately thrust forward, one row straight, one row diagonally upward.

Two rows of spears instantly pierced the chests of five or six Black Hat Army soldiers. Blood spurted out along the wounds, and screams immediately rang out.

The shield soldiers in the first row took out their short swords and began to parry the spears and stab the Black Hat Army in the front row.

Of course, the Black Hat Army soldiers were holding six-meter spears, which were much longer than these spears. Still, two or three spears pierced in from the side of the shield or simply pierced into the shield.

In front of these veterans, it only injured their arms and other unimportant parts.

Blood immediately mixed with the rain, wrapping around the commands and screams, flowing down the mountain path.

Groups of black-clad soldiers poured out of the bushes. Most of them were armed with spears or short spears, and some of the newly recruited soldiers even only had wooden sticks, flails, and pitchforks.

In the wave-like surging black-clad soldiers, Hakuto even spotted a group of black-clad soldiers with red cloths tied around their arms, and some even had chain mail and leather armor.

The black-clad soldiers bypassed Hakuto's formation, trying to flank from both sides, and Hakuto immediately ordered a retreat, trying to retreat back to the main road.

Damn weather, there's no way to fire a signal arrow to notify those down the mountain.

Hakuto's spear formation retreated while fighting, and neither the Black Hat Army nor the Imperial Guards could break through their spears.

Facing the hedgehog-like formation, people would occasionally rush forward trying to force a breakthrough, but in the end, they could only be dragged back by the brigade commanders of other brigades.

The black-clad soldiers surrounded Hakuto on three sides, moving slowly with the spear formation, and constantly trying to coordinate charges and feints.

Brushing back his gray hair, pushing the white hair that blocked his vision onto his head, Hakuto fell into anxiety.

His understanding of the rope-tying tactics was correct, but his understanding of these black-clad soldiers was wrong.

They were very different from the rioters he had seen. He had killed nearly thirty of them with these fifty people, but there was still no sign of collapse, not even a single deserter.

Even in the face of such a scene, they were still trying to charge, instead of cowering.

Most importantly, although they lacked training and experience, their formation was very neat, which definitely had the guidance of professional officers.

"Flying axes, watch out for the flying axes, dodge!"

In Hakuto's moment of distraction, two brigades of the Imperial Guards had already surged up, throwing the flying axes from their waists.

Twenty short axes spun in the air, like wheels crashing into the ranks of these soldiers.

Hakuto raised his arm and used his small shield to deflect a short axe, but right in front of him, a White Maple mercenary fell straight down.

The back of a flying axe hit him directly in the face, knocking him unconscious.

Most of the others around him were like this, and some of the axes even landed on people with the axe face.

Hakuto looked around. Fortunately, only three or five soldiers were injured, and only the one in front of him had lost his combat power.

"Drink the potions! Prepare to break through!"

Seeing that more and more soldiers were pouring out of the bushes, even reaching two hundred in number, Hakuto immediately made a decision.

The White Maple mercenaries immediately took out potions from their waists.

This was a potion specially prepared for the White Maple Mercenary团 by the Kingdom Apothecary Guild, which had the effects of boosting morale, stopping bleeding, and relieving pain.

Under Hakuto's command, the fifty mercenaries besieged by nearly two hundred people successively took off their potions from their waists and poured them into their mouths.

Soon, their skin began to turn slightly red.

But at this moment, the surrounding black-clad soldiers suddenly opened up a path, and then a girl exuding electric light walked out from behind them.

"Witch!"

"Son of a goat, there really is a witch!"

"I thought it was just rumors from those refugees."

The White Maple mercenaries began to curse, but Jenna didn't give them a chance.

In normal times, Jenna's lightning was always deflected by iron armor, but now it was raining, and these mercenaries were almost completely soaked.

"Zzzzz--"

The sound of electric arcs jumping in the air was heard, and a bolt of pale white lightning streaked across the hedgehog formation.

The subtle electric arcs carried the burnt smell of rotten eggs. When the white light disappeared from the front of the formation, the five people in the center of the lightning strike all fell heavily to the ground.

Their eyes were white, their faces were covered with lightning-like blood marks and pustules, and their hands and feet were still twitching constantly.

When Jenna condensed electric light in her palm again, Hakuto squeezed to the first row.

"Wait, we surrender!"