Chapter 30 The Second Battle for Ore

At this moment, in the mithril mine camp, after Weilin learned the news, he immediately began to deploy his troops and prepare for battle.

According to the plan, Brian led the troops to leave the camp and circle three kilometers to the flank to wait for news.

The sun was high in the sky, and the incoming enemy troops appeared in sight, slowly approaching them.

Weilin rode on his horse and looked at the three-bow crossbow hidden behind the soldiers, feeling confident about this battle.

Riding on a tall war horse, Violet observed the formation on the opposite side while advancing.

As the earth magician Leslie, he uses his expertise to cast reconnaissance spells to explore the wilderness ahead and prevent the other party from setting an ambush and repeating the trap that Brandon encountered.

"Leslie, what's the situation? Are there any traps?" Violet turned her head and said loudly. The rough voice made Leslie feel that his ears were protesting.

"There are no traps, the road ahead is smooth." Leslie opened his eyes and replied.

"Hahaha, that's good. Let me charge and kill these hundreds of people." After receiving the exact news, Violet began to command the troops and asked the knights and knights' attendants to gather in front of the formation to prepare for a charge. Eat each other.

Barry on the side turned to look at Brandon, who was two kilometers away, and said to Violet: "Brandon is still behind, why don't you wait a little longer."

"Oh, that coward must be scared out of his wits by this young boy."

Upon hearing this, Violet said disapprovingly.

Seeing this, Leslie also gave a rare nod.

At this point, Barry didn't say anything anymore. There were only more than 300 people on the other side, and the battle was no longer in suspense. The outcome would be the same with or without Brandon.

On the other side, Weilin watched the opponent's cavalry gather, seemingly abandoning traditional combat methods and preparing to directly launch a cavalry charge to defeat his troops.

"Anyone who escapes from battle will be killed without mercy."

Verin drove his horse past the formation and shouted loudly at the frightened slave soldiers.

Feeling the sharp sword behind him, the slave soldier standing at the front stabilized his trembling legs, swallowed his saliva, and prayed to the gods, hoping to survive.

In an instant, a trembling sound came from the ground, and the opponent began to run and charge.

"Divide into formations."

The slave soldiers in the front row heard the order, followed their training, separated their formation, and revealed twenty hidden three-bow crossbows.

"Prepare."

Two soldiers standing on the three-bow crossbow operated the hinge shaft and twisted the wheel axle at the rear to open the bow.

Seeing that the bowstring was tense, the soldier standing behind took out a long spear and placed it on the three-bow bed crossbow.

Weilin raised his right hand and calculated the distance. When he saw that the opponent was approaching 800 meters, he lowered his hand and ordered loudly: "Let go."

The soldier holding the hammer heard the order and struck the trigger.

With a whooshing sound, the spear mixed with mithril flew out.

"puff--"

The bronze intermediate knight who rushed at the front felt pain in his body, slowly lowered his head, looked at the bowl-sized gap in his chest, and fell off the horse.

Twenty spears mixed with mithril, the iron and leather armor of the knight and the knight's squire were penetrated as easily as if they were made of paper.

Violet watched more than thirty people running in front fall down, and roared loudly: "Ah! I want you to die."

Those were all his men, one-third of them were gone, and a whole decade of accumulation was just gone.

Soon, the second round came as expected.

Dozens more people fell off their horses, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"Charge, charge up and tear them apart."

Violet's eyes were red, and she was holding the spear tightly. There was only the villain Verin in her eyes.

When the third round ended, the enemy was less than 400 meters away from the front line. The soldiers raised their three-bow crossbows and quickly retreated.

"Combined formation."

At the rear of the team, Weilin coldly issued an order for two hundred slave soldiers to form a formation and prepare for the first wave of impact.

These are the two hundred consumables he picked out a week ago, just for now.

Thanks to the devil's training and the pressure of the knights from behind, the two hundred slaves rearranged themselves into four rows and raised their four-meter-long spears to meet the knights' impact.

Violet, whose anger had long swallowed up her sanity, mobilized her body's fighting spirit and kept issuing orders: "Rush up and tear them apart."

In an instant, the dozen slave soldiers standing in the front row were turned into minced meat, and the dozens of slave soldiers behind were thrown into the sky under the impact.

"Kill, kill, kill."

Violet, who entered the crowd, threw away her spear, brandished her knight's sword, and chopped down the slave soldiers, constantly approaching the hill where Verin was.

"Send signal."

"Yes, my lord."

Baird took out a magic flare and fired it into the sky.

Three kilometers away, Brian, who was ready to go, saw the red magic light and ordered loudly: "Charge with me."

Fifty bronze knights and two hundred knight attendants slapped the horse's buttocks and followed behind their lord.

The magic knight Adrian on the side commanded 600 elite warriors and followed the team to complete the finishing work.

At the same time, Brandon, who was far behind the battlefield, saw the signal, his alarm bells rang in his heart, and he loudly ordered: "Everyone stops advancing and retreats immediately."

The knights in the team were very confused about this, but they chose to obey their master's order.

The troops of five hundred men changed from the rear to the front and returned the same way.

At the same time, Verin began to fight with the crazy Violet, and the fight was fierce.

In addition, a large group of serf soldiers arrived on the battlefield, and the situation began to tilt towards the enemy. Verin's knights and soldiers struggled to support themselves, waiting for the arrival of reinforcements.

Outside the battlefield, Barry recalled the signal flare just now, coupled with Brandon's sudden withdrawal, he felt something was wrong.

"Barry, there's someone in the south." Leslie closed his eyes to rest and suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of horror on his face, and said to his companions.

"what?"

After hearing this, Barry turned around and saw Brian appearing on the horizon facing the setting sun, heading towards where they were.

"Not good, there is an ambush."

At this time, he hurriedly mobilized his infantry and formed a human wall to block the knight's charge.

Leslie was not idle either. He raised his staff and mobilized his magic power to form a low wall a hundred meters long and one and a half meters high in front of the infantry.

This magic drained Leslie's magic power and made him collapse on the ground.

Two mage apprentices on the side stepped forward, helped their teacher up, took out the precious blue-returning potion, and drank it for him.

Seeing this, Barry couldn't pay attention for the time being. There were only 300 warriors around him, and only 20 of them had reached the bronze level. It would be very difficult to stop the opponent's attack.

"Block the opponent and defend the glory of the Bacchus family to the death."

The hundred soldiers holding giant shields heard their master's words and looked firmly at the oncoming knight, mobilizing all their fighting energy and preparing for a desperate fight.