Chapter 293 Welcoming our King
This winter is particularly cold.
The Holy War Army deployed 3,000 troops in the lower reaches of the Bro River to prevent Roman's army from leaving.
It was originally a wilderness with mixed forests, sparsely populated and undeveloped.
Roman plundered Kant Territory, fought against the noble coalition, and fought against the anti-rebel army, all of which landed here.
The scale of the three wars was larger each time.
With people trampling and horses trampling, and the baggage transported, the servants cleared the mixed forest and repaired it into a simple ferry.
Now it is convenient for the Holy War Army - as long as the key ferry downstream is blocked, there will be no large-scale landing ferry for dozens of miles up and down the Bro River.
The Holy War Army built a camp here, cut wood for heating, and the supply line with Kant Territory was very short, which could be delivered in just three days. It can be said that it is unbreakable, and it is difficult for any army to land from the river.
Just as it is difficult for outside forces to attack the Origin City, it is not easy for the Origin City to get out.
Helis is the marshal of the garrison and a noble of Sinnoh.
When he learned that Roman's fleet appeared on the river, he immediately assembled the holy war army and began to deploy troops.
In the autumn, the holy war army attacked the origin city once, but returned in defeat.
Because there were too many crossbowmen in the origin city, they were not even an army, so they were repelled.
Those hateful and pitiful people, regardless of the Holy See emblems and gods' emblems floating on their ships, dared to shoot crossbows at them!
They came to help them and rescue them from the clutches of blasphemers and evil witches!
He Lisi believed that the group of crossbowmen were deceived by the blasphemers.
If they have the idea of repentance, then let them live. If they don't have the idea of repentance, then kill the witches together. Those who don't believe in the gods will not be saved.
'Roman, the blasphemer, the wind and water turn, this time I will let you taste the feeling of being covered by arrows! 'He Lisi thought.
He was sure that the blasphemer was only a momentary act of violence and would not be able to stay arrogant for long.
The crossbows of the Crusades had long been ready.
Half of his garrison were crossbowmen, which gave them a great advantage.
The Church and Sinnoh were rich, and the Crusades carried more than 100,000 arrows in total.
But it was definitely more than enough to defend for a few days, and there was no telling how much damage these arrows would cause.
Heris was convinced that the Crusades would strangle the blasphemer in this river valley!
Go out?
Don't even think about it!
As they got closer, the outline of the ship gradually became clear, and the target was only 300 meters away.
The thorn iron ring flag on the ship was very eye-catching, with a white flag, a bright red iron ring, and several golden spears inserted inside.
Heris squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.
The crossbowmen stood at the riverbank ferry, holding weapons and ready for battle.
But before the marshal gave any orders, he vaguely heard some commotion in the back, and the commotion was getting bigger and bigger.
"What happened?!" Helis said angrily.
Making a commotion on the battlefield and losing one's composure is a taboo in the army and will result in beheading.
"Marshal! Enemy attack! Enemy attack in the rear! Knights! They are all foot knights!"
An urgent report came from the soldiers guarding the rear of the camp.
A black crow flew over the mixed woods next to the camp and rushed into the water.
"Quack!"
It made a shrill cry.
The river was cold, and the crows cried loudly, echoing in the empty valley.
Helis suddenly found that the fleet had accelerated, and he was confused for a while. There must be an enemy attack, right in the rear, but where did the enemy attack come from?
All of them were knights? How is this possible? !
Bullshit!
Helping the blasphemer is equivalent to being an enemy of the entire world of gods. Who has such courage and courage?
"Shoot!" he shouted loudly.
There was no time to think, the ships were within range.
As arrows rained down, the turmoil in the rear spread rapidly like a plague, and it became clearer and clearer.
It was like an invisible wall advancing rapidly. Anyone who touched it only had time to scream, and then there was no sound.
The defenders on the river bank also began to panic, not knowing what happened.
"Ah!" Someone screamed again.
Helis turned his head suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a strange army came from their camp. This group of strange guys obviously ran all the way, exhaling hot air from their mouths and noses, mixed with cold air, forming a thick white fog.
They were well-trained and agile. There were dozens of teams, each with about ten people, either holding spears or light shields, and directly stabbed their butts.
The defenders in the rear tried to fight, but were killed cleanly. There was no obstacle along the way, and no one was lost.
Because they were all wearing steel plate armor forged from complete plates!
Helis was stunned.
This is the equipment of the knights of war. Where did these hundreds of people come from?
The knights of the foot war who led the way shouted: "Fifth Battalion! Sixth Battalion! Follow me to smash them! Get ready to welcome our king!"
The two flag bearers in the back raised the five-meter-high flagpole. The flags hanging on the poles fluttered in the wind, and thorn iron rings jumped out of them, echoing the flags of the ships on the river.
Heris was struck by lightning!
Hundreds of knights of the foot war rushed into the crowd like sharp blades stabbing into pork, and started killing.
Heris was horrified to find that he was finished. He tried to let the defenders fight against the sneak attackers in the back, but it was too difficult for the rear army to become the front army. Now most of them didn't know who to fight.
Bang!
The boats floating on the river finally came to the shore, and light-armored soldiers jumped down one after another.
There was fighting on the front line, and fighting in the rear.
…
Half an hour later, the entire river bank was stained red with blood.
Marshal Herlis died in the battle, and the garrison's camp was swept away.
More than 1,500 people were either killed on the spot, or jumped into the river with nowhere to go, freezing to death or drowning.
About 700 people were captured, and hundreds of others took advantage of the chaos and hurriedly got into the wild woods. It was too difficult to pursue them, so the valley army chose to give up and let them go.
The 700 veterans panted, and under the constraints of their respective squadron leaders and squadron leaders, they simply rested and stood in a square formation on the river bank.
A sailboat drifted in and hit the shore, and dozens of soldiers pulled the rope to ensure its stability.
Roman stepped on the temporary wooden ladder and walked down the sailboat step by step until his feet stepped on the blood-stained land. The corpses were also cleared to the sides.
"The Fifth and Sixth Battalions welcome the king. I hope these scenes do not offend you." The returning captain knelt on one knee.
Roman came to him and said, "Get up. Fana, when did you learn to be slick?"
Fana stood up. Half a year ago, Roman appointed him as the captain and led the 5th, 6th and 7th battalions to help the sea fort. This was a test. He did a good job and now he is back with the first two battalions.
"You let us learn more." Fana said. He was strong and dark, with a solid figure. He used to be a guard in Sige Town, and now he can stand on his own.
"I want you to learn something useful."
"You let us go out to study, but without you, we can't tell what's useful..." Fana looked at Roman, whose thick beard had not been combed for many days and was twitching. He couldn't help but say, "Now we are back with you."
"Humph..." Roman snorted.
He tilted his head slightly, looked at him sideways, and then gently raised his right hand, the movement was unbelievably elegant.
The captain bowed devoutly and respectfully, his expression full of joy, and he took the right hand as if it were a treasure, leaned down, and left a light kiss on the back of the hand with his lips.
