OBS Chapter 312 1 Pot End
Chapter 312 1 Pot End
"Charge! Don't let them get away!"
Seeing the Midlan army retreat, the Rana nobles chased after them on horseback.
However, these nobles did not gallop on their horses. Instead, they let their horses trot all the way and whipped the conscripted militia beside them to ensure that they kept up with their horses at all times.
"Wait a moment!"
At this time, a cavalryman from the Lannes regular army pulled the reins to stop his horse in front of the nobles' team and said:
"We can't go any further. General Schneider is afraid there's an ambush ahead, so you all have to get back to the back of the team!"
However, his words fell on deaf ears to these nobles. Most of them continued to lead their troops to the place where the Mitlan army retreated. Only a small number of nobles stayed behind and scolded:
"This is a matter between our nobles. You don't need to command us."
The cavalryman in charge of delivering the message looked confused at this time. This was clearly General Schneider's order and had nothing to do with him even a single copper coin.
"I repeat again, this is General Schneider's order. If you don't retreat, you will be punished by military law!"
When these words were spoken, the nobles went into a rage and poured out all the curse words they had learned throughout their lives at the cavalrymen's heads, spitting at them.
"Times have really changed. A commoner wearing armor and riding a horse can be rude to a noble!"
"Who do you think you are? When my grandfather and my father were fighting outside with His Majesty the King, your ancestors were still living as savages somewhere else!"
"What is Schneider? He is a nobleman, but he hangs out with commoners all day long. It's really a disgrace to the nobility!"
"He's just a baron, there are many more noble men than him, I wonder who he judges!"
After that, the nobles waved their whips and continued on their way with their troops, fearing that they would not be involved in the war with Midlan.
But they soon discovered that no matter how hard they chased, the Midlan people seemed to be one step faster than them. They chased for an unknown period of time, and even the nobles on horseback felt tired. They ordered the team to stay where they were and sent their guards on horseback to scout ahead.
Just a few miles away from the main force of the Rana nobles, some of the Rana nobles did not choose to pursue the Midlan troops, but instead began to plunder the villages along the way.
For them, honor and military merit are not as attractive as a few pounds of wheat in their fellow villagers' homes. The more food they have, the more soldiers they can support in the territory, and the larger the team they can carry when they go out to do business, and the more face they will appear.
"Sir, we found a village. It seems that the wheat has just been harvested in this village, but we cannot attack the interior of the village."
In the wild, a Lana noble was hiding from the scorching sun under the shade of a tree with his guards, and a scout came on horseback from a distance and reported the matter to him.
"Huh? Are you all just eating and drinking? You don't even know how to rob a village?"
When the Lana noble heard this, he scolded the scout who reported the news and rode his horse to see what was going on. Then he saw a wooden wall two or three meters high, archers on the watchtowers on both sides of the city gate, and corpses more than ten meters below the wooden wall.
"These mud-legged guys are great. They have learned how to repair walls."
He stroked his beard, looked back at his hundred men, and thought to himself:
"This village doesn't look small. If they really attack me, a lot of strong laborers will die. Then who will harvest the crops in my fields?"
Thinking of this, he thought it would be better to return to the main force first, and wait until the main force of the Midlan people were all eliminated before plundering together to reduce losses.
"Everyone, follow me..."
Before the Lana nobles finished speaking, they saw dozens of cavalrymen rushing over from both sides of the wooden wall. Most of them were wearing Lana and Mitlan armor, holding shining one-handed swords in their hands and rushed into the Lana team. The cavalrymen galloped like the wind, and the sound of horse hooves resounded across the land. Their eyes were full of coldness and murderous intent, and the one-handed swords in their hands flashed cold light in the air.
When they rushed into the Lana army, a bloody storm instantly broke out. The cavalrymen wielded their swords and ruthlessly hacked at the Lana militiamen. Blood splattered everywhere and screams rang out one after another. Although the Lana militiamen tried to resist, the weapons they had made from farm tools were broken one after another under the cavalrymen's hacking.
"Good fellows, you came to our Midland National Army's territory and yet you still want to escape, arrest them all!"
After the massacre, an officer of the Midlan National Army looked at the surrendered nobles and the surviving Lana militiamen and ordered them to be disarmed and taken back to the village.
At this time, the large army of the Lana nobles also received the news that the main force of the Midlan people was just a few hundred meters away from them, so they immediately rushed over.
But when they arrived, they found that Midlanren seemed to have been waiting for them long ago. They formed a circle and then stood still, as if waiting for something.
"We are mostly infantry, why are they forming a circle to defend against cavalry?"
Although it felt a bit strange, most of the nobles did not take it seriously, but instead commanded their archers to shoot at them.
The Mitlanese circle stood quietly on the battlefield like an indestructible fortress. A rain of arrows came like locusts, pouring densely on their shields. However, the quality of these arrows was too poor, and many arrowheads broke the moment they hit the shields, and could not penetrate the Mitlanese's solid defense line at all.
What surprised the Lana nobles was that under such a dense rain of arrows, not a single Midlan person on the opposite side retreated. They seemed to be fixed there, constantly enduring round after round of arrow attacks.
Seeing that their arrow reserves were about to run out, the Lana nobles began to order their conscripted soldiers to break through the opposing Midlan formation.
Urged by the nobles, the Lana militia rushed towards the Mitlan army. However, when their weapons touched the shields of the other side, a strong reaction force came, which made their arms numb. The shield formation of the Mitlan army was as solid as a rock and did not move at all.
The militiamen were horrified to find that the gap between their strength and that of the enemy was so huge. Their attack was like an egg hitting a rock, and they could not shake the defense line of the Mitlan army at all. The Mitlan army began to counterattack, and their spears and swords stabbed out like poisonous snakes, instantly piercing through the bodies of many militiamen.
"My arm!"
"Get out!"
Blood splattered everywhere, screams rang out one after another. The Lana militia fell into despair and chaos. They began to flee in all directions, completely losing the will to fight. The nobles in the rear saw this scene, their faces turned blue with anger, but they could do nothing.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
A melodious trumpet sounded, and the nobles of Lana discovered that several cavalry units appeared on the surrounding horizon. Although they did not recognize them, with the arrival of the cavalry, countless Midland soldiers also swarmed in with them. Before the nobles of Lana could mount their horses and escape, the soldiers quickly surrounded them.