Black Iron Crown

"Damn it! Don't they know how to support each other!" Earl Redmara roared loudly, seeing the gang of lords fighting each other, his chest was already burning with anger.

Although he is the leader of the emerging nobles, he does not have 100% control over this group of people. Each of them has their own territory and army. At best, he is only a representative of this interest group.

He is willing to unite with the royal family to fight against the rebels, but it does not mean that these lords are also willing to do the same. The hatred accumulated between the two sides cannot be completely eliminated by uniting as one.

Earl Redmara has nothing to say about the short-sightedness of these two sides.

In his view, even if the hatred is not eliminated, at least they must unite together to suppress the rebellion first.

If the current situation develops according to the current situation, if the empire is defeated, these lords who participated in the war will not want to escape overnight, and they will all be liquidated.

Rather than scrambling for power and framing his comrades in this way, he is digging his own grave for the future.

The rain has been falling, the initial heavy rain has turned into fine and fine rain, but it seems that it will not stop in a short time.

The explosion of thunder gradually disappeared, and the sky of lightning and thunder gradually returned to calm, as if the anger of the gods had been appeased.

The raindrops dripped on Earl Redmara's helmet, splashing a little water, and the water flowed down his body and slowly fell to the ground. Even with the helmet on, his face was covered with rain.

"Ah!" A heavily armed anti-rebel soldier tried his best to swing his long sword to kill the enemy in front of him, but the sore muscles made his attack look so weak.

The opponent knocked his long sword away and even knocked off the helmet with the neck protector on his head, but even so, he still charged forward relentlessly, hugged the enemy and beat him several times on the ground. roll.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!" Although this soldier was unarmed, as a veteran, he never lacked the will to fight. He grabbed the enemy's neck with both hands and used all the strength in his body .

The enemy soldiers under him struggled to resist with the weapons in their hands, but the armor on his body was still functioning. No matter how the enemy slashed, he couldn't break through his defense.

Over time, the faces of the enemies beneath the soldier began to turn purple, a sign of lack of oxygen.

Just when he thought he was about to win, a sharp pain came from his neck.

He turned his head slowly, and found that an enemy soldier holding a dagger appeared behind him. It was the sharp dagger in the opponent's hand, and it slashed across his fragile neck, which was no longer protected by a helmet.

A line of blood spewed out, the heart knew nothing about the gap in the carotid artery, and still exploded with its own powerful force to send the blood to the brain. It was this strong pressure that made the blood splatter four or five meters.

The battlefield has always been so cruel. The muddy mud exhausted the soldiers' physical strength and overdrawn their spirits.

"Withdraw..." Earl Redmara couldn't help hesitating when he saw the increasingly difficult battle situation. The casualties of his own soldiers were increasing, and the overall battle situation became worse.

"Retreat!" Earl Redmara finally couldn't bear such a loss, he roared hysterically, such a rout meant that the entire royal family would face an extremely difficult situation.

However, even though it was so difficult, there was always a golden lion emblem on a red background standing firmly on the left wing of the battlefield.

They are like a majestic mountain, no matter how the enemy attacks, they stand firmly in place, and the rebels who attack them can only hit their heads and bleed.

"Shoot! Keep shooting!" The chiefs of the archers and crossbowmen shouted hoarsely, pointing their long swords at the enemy's position in front of them.

Arrows and crossbow arrows kept pouring towards the top of the enemy's head. It is conservatively estimated that there are close to a thousand dead bodies on the ground alone.

"Hold it! Hold it up, everyone! Fight alongside your comrades! Nothing can break you!"

Baron Ryland rode his horse back and forth to patrol the front, loudly boosting morale.

"Look! It's that simple! Send your long guns away! You've got a copper coin and fifty acres of arable land! Each of you has the best equipment and the best training. Look at those short, thin, and Enemies without armor, are you strong enough to be afraid of enemies like beggars?"

Baron Leyland's words were very effective. The recruits who had been in the army for more than a winter suddenly became more motivated to fight, and regarded the enemy in front of them as their own wealth.

The assassination moves, which seemed so young at the beginning, gradually became proficient, and they were evolving from recruits to veterans at an extremely fast speed.

"Replace! The soldiers in the first row are ready to replace immediately!" Baron Ryland gave the order.

The heavy rain falling on the armor and armor of the soldiers will bring them a greater load, and their physical strength will be consumed much faster than usual. In order to prevent them from being injured or killed due to physical reasons, he chose to let the soldiers behind him go up. .

The recruits in the front fought and retreated, and the veterans in the back row made up for it.

"Haha, brothers! Let the recruits take a look at the strength of us old men who have fought with Lord Earl before!"

As the first batch of people converted from the militia to the regular army, Kerim has served in Leiner's army for more than two years. He has participated in almost all battles, and he is an out-and-out veteran.

Now he has also become a captain in charge of 150 people. Not only does the armor on his body look much more beautiful, but he also has an additional title of knight, although he does not have a fief.

As this group of veterans stepped forward, the rebel soldiers suddenly found that the enemy they faced was even more difficult to deal with.

And the price they came to that conclusion was their lives.

A long spear pierced into their chests at an extremely tricky angle and with an extremely large force.

The killing efficiency of this group of soldiers was much better than that of the recruits. Before the rebel soldiers got close to the Golden Lion Guard in the front row, the spears of this group of people were sent into the enemy's chest.

For a while, the casualties of the attacking rebels increased sharply, but the soldiers under the golden lion emblem on the red background became even more excited.

With the retreat of Earl Redmara, the rest of the lords couldn't stand it anymore, and a large number of lords fled the battlefield with their own troops.

They are unwilling to consume too much power here, even if this war fails, they will be defeated one by one.

"Victory! We are victorious! Pursue them!" The rebel lords watched the opponents in front of them flee and cheered triumphantly, as did the soldiers under their command.

For a moment, the morale of the rebels on the battlefield soared even more, and they strode forward in pursuit of the defeated enemy.

And the lord gate of the counter-rebel army was in a mess at this time. It couldn't be any more.

He rode his own horse and fled for his life, for fear of being overtaken by the enemy behind him.

Even the royal family who are usually proud of themselves but proud of their status, boasting of being brave and invincible, and inheriting the proud blood of the Moland family, are the same. ...

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