Chapter 30 The Second Battle for Ore

At this moment, in the Mithril Mine Camp, after hearing the news, Weilin immediately began to deploy troops and prepare for battle.

According to the plan, Brian led the troops to leave the camp and detour to the flank three kilometers away, waiting for news.

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

Weilin rode on the horse, looking at the three-bow crossbow hidden behind the soldiers, and had enough confidence in this battle.

On a tall warhorse, Violet moved forward while observing the formation of the opposite side.

As an earth magician, Caisley used his expertise to cast reconnaissance spells to explore the wilderness ahead to avoid the other side setting an ambush and repeating the trap encountered by Brandon.

"Caisley, how is the situation, is there a trap?" Violet turned her head and said loudly, and the rough voice made Caisley feel that his ears were protesting.

"There is no trap, and the road ahead is smooth." Caisley opened his eyes and answered.

"Hahaha, that's good. I'll charge and kill these hundreds of people." After getting the exact information, Violet began to command the troops, asking the knights and knight attendants to gather in front of the battle, preparing a charge to eat the enemy.

Barry on the side turned his head and looked at Brandon, who was two kilometers away, and said to Violet: "Brandon is still behind. Do you want to wait a little longer?"

"Oh, that coward must be scared by this young boy."

Violet said disapprovingly.

Caisley nodded rarely when he saw this.

At this point, Barry didn't say anything. The enemy had only more than 300 people, and the battle was no suspense. Whether there was Brandon or not, the result would be the same.

On the other side, Weilin looked at the gathering of the enemy's cavalry, as if they had abandoned the traditional way of fighting, and were ready to launch a direct cavalry charge to defeat his troops.

"Those who flee in battle will be killed without mercy."

Weilin drove his horse past the front of the battle and shouted loudly to the frightened slave soldiers.

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

In an instant, the earth trembled, and the enemy began to run and charge.

"Split into formation."

The slave soldiers in the front row heard the order and separated the formation according to the training, revealing the hidden twenty three-bow crossbows.

"Ready."

The two soldiers standing on the three-bow crossbow operated the hinge shaft and twisted the wheel shaft at the rear to draw the bow.

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

Weilin raised his right hand and calculated the distance. When he saw the opponent approaching 800 meters, he put his hand down and ordered loudly: "Release."

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

With a whoosh, the long spear made of mithril flew out.

"Puff--"

The bronze intermediate knight who rushed in 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 knights and knight attendants were easily penetrated as if they were made of paper.

Violet looked at the more than thirty people running in front of him and fell, and roared loudly: "Ah! I want you to die."

Those were all his men, and one third of them were directly lost. Ten years of accumulation were gone just like that.

Soon, the second round came as expected.

Dozens of people fell off their horses again, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

"Charge, charge, and tear them apart."

Violet's eyes were red, and she held the spear tightly, with only the villain Weilin in her eyes.

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

"Form a formation."

At the back of the team, Weilin gave a cold order to let two hundred slave soldiers form a formation and prepare for the first wave of impact.

These were the two hundred consumables he selected a week ago, just for now.

Thanks to the devilish training and the pressure from the knights in the rear, the two hundred slaves rearranged themselves into four rows, raised their four-meter-long spears, and welcomed the knights' impact.

Violet, whose reason had long been devoured by anger, mobilized the fighting spirit in her body and kept issuing orders: "Charge forward and tear them apart."

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

"Kill, kill, kill."

Violet, who entered the crowd, discarded her spear, waved her knight's sword, chopped the slave soldiers, and kept approaching the hill where Weilin was.

"Send a signal."

"Yes, sir."

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

Three kilometers away, Ryan, who was ready to go, saw the red magic light and ordered loudly: "Follow me to charge."

Fifty bronze knights and two hundred knight attendants slapped their horses' butts and followed their lords.

Magic Knight Adrian commanded 600 elite warriors to follow the team and finish the work.

At the same time, Brandon, who was far behind the battlefield, saw the signal and his heart was alarmed. He ordered loudly: "Everyone stop moving forward and retreat immediately."

The knights in the team were very confused about this, but they chose to obey the order of their lord.

The 500-man army, the rear team became the front team, and returned along the original route.

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

With the arrival of a large group of serfs on the battlefield, the situation began to tilt in favor of the enemy. The knights and soldiers under Weilin struggled to hold on, waiting for the arrival of reinforcements.

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

"Barry, there are people in the south." Caisley, who had closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of horror on his face, and said to his companions.

"What?"

Hearing this, Barry turned his head and saw Brian appearing in the sky against the setting sun, heading towards where they were.

"Not good, there is an ambush."

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

Caisley was not idle either. He raised his staff and mobilized his magic power to form a low wall 100 meters long and 1.5 meters high in front of the infantry.

This magic drained Caisley's magic power and made him sit on the ground.

Two apprentice mages came forward, helped their teacher up, took out the precious mana-restoring potion, and gave it to him.

Barry saw this and could not pay attention to it 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.

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

The 100 soldiers holding the giant shields heard the words of the lord, looked at the knights rushing towards them firmly, mobilized all their fighting spirit, and prepared to fight to the death.

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