Chapter 25 Battle

Barony of Cleveland, in the castle, after Brandon got the news immediately, he immediately asked the butler to summon the knights and troops to assemble in the castle.

A place where high-level bronze knights are stationed must be rich in mineral deposits.

Thanks to the assistance of three relatives, the information obtained by other nobles in Cardro Province showed that the young eagle of the Aix family only had three high-level bronze knights in his hands.

Brandon Hodgson, who thought he had the upper hand, decided to take the enemy by surprise, summoned an elite army, surrounded and suppressed more than a hundred opponents, and captured this unknown mineral deposit.

Three days later, thousands of troops gathered in front of Brandon Castle.

Looking around, there are twelve bronze knights standing at the front, including three high-level bronze knights. Together with Brandon himself, they are the four strongest people in the Baron of Cleveland.

Behind them were forty apprentice knights, wearing leather armor and riding horses of different kinds, full of energy.

Then there were two hundred soldiers wearing half-body armor and holding spears. Their strong bodies and vague fighting spirit marked their combat effectiveness.

Next to the phalanx of soldiers, there were twenty archers holding longbows, an achievement that Brandon was proud of.

The difficulty of cultivating an archer was second only to that of a knight. The surrounding minor nobles were very wary of Brandon having so many archers.

Finally, the most numerous and most defeated serfs were undoubtedly the serfs holding manure forks and wooden sticks. They were at the back of the team, listless and insensitive, like zombies. There were more than 800 of them.

Brandon looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and ordered loudly: "Let's go."

A team of thousands of people followed the marching team of knights, trainee knights, soldiers and serfs, and left the open space in front of the castle, pulling a marching team of more than 2,000 meters towards the camp where the mithril mine was located.

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In the camp, after receiving the news of the attack led by Baron Brandon of Cleveland, Verin turned to look at Baird.

"How is the trap set up?"

"Please rest assured, Lord." Baird responded with excitement on his face, "More than a dozen tunnels, large and small, have been laid out, and manpower has been deployed in the tunnels. As soon as they hear a signal, they will pull the switch and catch the opponent off guard. "

"Everything is ready, we just need Brandon to verify our results."

At this time, a soldier entered the camp, knelt down on one knee, and reported respectfully: "Your Majesty, a large number of troops are approaching us, with as many as a thousand people."

"Explore again."

"Yes."

After the soldiers left, Verin went directly to Baird to assemble the troops and prepare to face the enemy.

This time, he planned to capture the opponent alive and blackmail him to solve the problem of insufficient manpower.

Outside the camp, except for the twenty soldiers who were ambushing underground and preparing to activate the mechanism, the other ninety soldiers were all assembled, wearing leather armor, iron swords on their waists, and holding long guns.

Patrolling in front of the formation, every soldier's eyes are filled with the desire to fight. As long as they kill the enemy and gain military exploits, they will get freedom, money and women. This is the Lord's promise to them.

Not long after, the army led by Brandon appeared outside the camp, got into formation, and slowly advanced towards the camp.

Wei Lin looked closely and saw that it was exactly what he had guessed.

The serfs walked in the front, followed by the soldiers supervising the battle, and on both sides were knights and attendants. Thirteen knights armed to the teeth were at the rear of the team, following the team forward.

This is the most common fighting method among the lower classes in this world, and it exists widely in the wilderness of this world.

Calculating the distance, Weilin gradually raised his right hand, preparing to let the soldiers on the side ring the gong to release a signal.

In the enemy's formation, a knight came to Brandon and said in a deep voice: "Lord, the opponent has only a hundred people, but he didn't panic when facing thousands of us. Is there some ambush?"

After hearing this, Brandon said arrogantly: "I have thousands of people, ten times as many as the enemy. Even if there is an ambush, they can't catch me. The final victory will definitely belong to me, don't worry."

"This subordinate is worrying too much." The knight lowered his head in shame and said to Brandon.

As time went by, the distance between the two sides became closer and closer, from the first one thousand meters, to eight hundred meters, and then to four hundred meters.

I saw all the serfs passing through the trap, and when the opponent's infantry stepped into the trap area, Weilin made a prompt decision and issued instructions.

The soldiers on the side received the order from the lord and struck the gong directly.

Bursts of sound echoed through the wilderness. The soldiers lying in ambush pulled hard on the ropes in their hands and tore off the wood supporting the ground.

In an instant, before Brandon's eyes, half of the infantry formation fell into a deep pit filled with spikes.

All the archers died in the pit before they had time to play their role.

Wails were heard everywhere, and most of the infantrymen who fell into the trap died on the spot. A few of them were still breathing, but they were not far from death.

The surrounding soldiers witnessed the death of their companions and were in a daze. Under the scolding of the knight, they gradually came to their senses.

But Verinna gave them a chance to regroup, pulled down his mask, leveled the horses, led the remaining six knights, and began to sprint with all his strength.

At the same moment, the infantrymen behind them threw spears at the chaotic serfs, then drew out their iron swords and followed Verin in a charge.

"No."

"Spare your life, spare your life."

"what--"

"Pfft-"

The sallow-looking serf watched as his body was penetrated and torn apart before the powerful force.

Stepping on the corpses of these serfs, Verin's speed did not slow down. As he ran, he grabbed the thrown spear and threw it at the opponent's infantry square.

Running through several infantrymen in a row made the calm Brandon furious. The opponent really thought that they could defeat this team with more than a hundred people.

"You guys stop the other knights, I will personally defeat this arrogant guy."

Brandon put down his visor, patted his mount, and headed towards Verin who was killing everyone.

After casually killing a few infantrymen, when he saw his true master arriving, Weilin dropped the spear in his hand, pulled out his knight's sword, and charged towards him.

At the moment of the confrontation, Weilin relied on his special skills to hit the opponent off his mount and take several steps backward on the ground.

"Boy, I underestimated you." Brandon adjusted his posture, his tone solemn.

Weilin jumped off his horse, said nothing, and rushed towards the opponent very quickly.

"How brave. Today, let me test the strength of the Akers family's pioneering knights."

Brandon charged up his strength, mobilized the fighting spirit in his body, attached it to the knight's sword, and waited suddenly, preparing to face the enemy head-on.

After fighting for several rounds, Brandon gradually became exhausted and panting, but he did not dare to relax at all.

If you make a mistake, your life may be at risk.

"what--"