Chapter 42: The Conspirator
The Horn Summoning Rangers are finally here!
The Gatu centurion on the periphery also shouted "Bispa!"
The voice is high-pitched and rapid.
The Jatu people retreated like a tide and regrouped on the flat ground below the gentle slope, with their backs to the river bank.
The centurion Gatu looked back with some despair at the battlefield littered with corpses - in the camp, those blood-soaked demons were still standing in a pool of blood.
A few hundred meters away, countless rangers in green smocks were galloping, circling in curves, and gradually surrounding them in a skirmish line.
The sound of horses' hooves stepping into the puddles was deafening.
Then, the centurion led the more than one hundred Jatu cavalrymen who had just assembled and launched a charge to the south.
"Uzza! Gatu!"
This is the right choice. The camp can only be fought on foot. Even if all the people in the camp are killed, they will be trapped in the camp.
Only in the south is there flat land suitable for cavalry to break through, and only then is there a way to survive.
——As long as they can break through the encirclement of the Horn Rangers.
“Wuwuwu…”
The sound of the horn became more urgent, and hundreds of rangers in green armor rushed towards the front of the Jatu people.
Behind the rangers was a larger number of troops. It was impossible to count their numbers in the wind and rain. All that seemed to be the green galloping horses were everywhere, seemingly connecting the earth and the sky.
Li Ang sat down in the blood-soaked mud, panting as he watched the battle on the gentle slope.
Ralph, you came just in time...
You're just about to finish me off!
The Jatu troops charged left and right, but could not avoid the Rangers' back and forth entanglement. Then, they began to charge in rows with lances held high.
The front row of ten people charged with lances, and after a distance of more than ten meters, another team of ten people charged forward.
This is the chiseling formation. They want to use continuous chiseling and stabbing to open a gap and break through the encirclement of the Rangers.
But this is also the way of charging that results in the greatest casualties.
Accompanied by violent collisions and various howls, several teams of ten people were submerged in the green sea of people.
The Jatu people at the back made another collective charge and almost broke through the rangers' siege, but ultimately they still failed to break through the last wall.
That was Ralph, wielding a long spear, with a green cloak fluttering behind him, and no one could match him.
The Jatu people wearing gray chain mail finally fell down and disappeared from the battlefield.
Not one surrendered.
Their final desperate charge resulted in at least dozens of Ranger casualties.
Klose walked up to Leon and said, "The Jatu people are all qualified warriors... Although their military discipline is poor, they obey orders and are brave and fearless. This charge reminds me of the Death Squadron."
Li Ang looked back at the corpses scattered all over the camp.
He looked at his subordinates who were all injured.
"Klose, you can also train the stormtroopers into a death squad... Anyway, I will never fight this kind of crappy war again!"
Li Ang gritted his teeth and gestured twice with his hand, but still did not dare to pull out the arrow stuck in his body.
Looking at Anson and seeing that he was treating a seriously injured person, Leon did not call him.
Klose also looked at Anson, turned his head and was silent for a while: "Sir, you are the most like Count Mettenheim I have ever seen... You have a high..."
"Bullshit! My lord, the thing I hate to do most is to charge into battle." Leon interrupted directly and sneered at Klose's clumsy flattery.
He wanted to live two more years, as the count was said to have died on the way to the charge.
"You just want me to teach them swordplay... Klose, Klose, I didn't expect you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be able to flatter..."
"You are so considerate, sir..."
Okay, this flattery is even worse.
…
Ralph had already climbed the gentle slope, and with him was a ranger without a bow and arrow. He dismounted and stood beside Leon.
"Is Lord Li Ang okay?"
They didn't recognize that the monster covered in blood was Li Ang.
Leon pulled at his helmet, and the thick blood seemed to stick the chain mail to his head.
He gritted his teeth and pulled off his helmet, bringing out a string of blood beads that dripped onto his body.
"I am not dead yet..."
"Hiss... Lord Leon, you..."
Ralph was obviously shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Knight Commander Ralph, I'm sorry, there's no clean place left. Please take a seat..."
Le Ang didn't stand up. He looked up at the two knights in green helmets. There was an arrow stuck in his thigh. He didn't want to move now.
The two green-hat knights frowned as they looked at the corpses and broken limbs all over the ground.
There seemed to be nowhere to put my feet, and the whole camp was a pool of blood.
"I'm sorry, Lord Leon, I didn't expect them to escape... I've never seen a noble like you..."
Ralph was a little at a loss. He seemed to want to help Leon up, but seemed to be worried about touching his injuries.
"Okay, Ralph, stop talking nonsense. The Jatu army in Brave Shield Castle is a cover. Take your people back to Changhe Town. Your family has been attacked!"
Li Ang twisted his aching neck.
"No... Sir, I know about Changhe Town, but..."
Ralph's face was filled with anger. "But it was done by a group of so-called rebels. After they captured Changhe Town, Duke Alma and his family knights wiped them out... My lord , you should understand what I mean..."
Li Ang was stunned.
Then, he stretched out his hand and motioned Ralph to help him up and stood up: "Duke Elfwan, was he killed by the so-called traitor? And then Alma took over the entire Elfwan family in the name of the Avengers?"
Ralph carefully supported Leon and sighed: "Most of Duke Elfwan's family were killed. The rebels claimed that it was due to the hatred of having their wives and daughters taken away..."
"Huh! Did Alfwan really do such a thing?"
"Perhaps... But my lord, the problem is that they killed the unnamed women in the Duke's family, the so-called wives and daughters who were abducted... and left behind Lady Bella, Elfwan's wife."
"That's fine. Only if his wife is left behind can she completely take over the inheritance. Who knows, maybe in half a year, the old woman will even give birth to a posthumous child..."
Leon looked at Ralph and saw that Ralph's eyes became dull. He looked at Leon as if he was looking at a divine god.
"Lord Leon, do you really know the art of prophecy?"
The Ranger next to him had admiration written all over his face.
"What do you mean? Oh, your bow..."
"No, no, no... My Lord, Archduke Alma did claim that Lady Bella, the wife of Duke Elfwan, is pregnant. As a good friend, he wants to raise Elfwan's child to adulthood!"
"Oh my god...how old is that lady?"
"About fifty years old..."
This is really a bitch and a bitch. Even Le Ang feels inferior to Alma's shameless and shameless behavior.
As expected, cunning and shamelessness are both virtues. Look how successful their plans are...
