Saving Baron Connor

After all, they made their living by fighting. The combat power and casualty tolerance of mercenaries were indeed much stronger than those of farmers. The mercenaries on both sides even fought together for a full quarter of an hour without stopping.

However, the sharp-eyed Zhou Ming vaguely noticed that although these mercenaries seemed to be hacking and slashing fiercely, their moves were actually wide and open, and they didn't use their full strength. Especially after seeing some old acquaintances in the opposing mercenary unit, they started putting on a show and playing a game of clashing swords.

"What kind of fighting is this? It's clearly catching up on the battlefield," Zhou Ming shook his head secretly.

After more than twenty minutes, perhaps their physical strength was exhausted, and the mercenaries on Earl William's side retreated, leaving behind more than thirty corpses.

The mercenaries on Earl Lautz's side chased after the retreating soldiers for a while, then suddenly heard a high-pitched horn sound. Seeing that Baron William's knight team had launched a charge, they immediately dropped their weapons and fled the battlefield without any resistance.

"These mercenaries who only care about money are useless! All knight teams prepare to charge!"

Earl Lautz cursed the fleeing mercenaries, cracked his whip, and gave the order to charge to his vassals' knight teams.

"Charge!" "Kill!"

The family banners of the various barons were raised high. More than 120 heavily armored knights, holding long lances, gleaming greatswords, and heavy meteor hammers, spurred their accelerating warhorses, roaring as they charged towards Earl William's men.

Earl William had fewer vassals than Earl Lautz, bringing only over 110 knights, a clearly smaller number.

But the warhorses bred in the cold northern highlands were tall and strong, and the knights trained there were brave and fearless of death. These more than 110 knights actually fought the slightly more numerous vassal knights of Earl Lautz to a standstill, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

"Kill! Kill these Southerners!"

Earl William was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a strong physique and extraordinary swordsmanship. In a short while, four people had fallen under his sword.

"Earl William, I'll take you on!"

Edward, only twenty-six years old, had reached the peak of a knight's physical skill. With equally extraordinary swordsmanship, he had already claimed five heads. Seeing Earl William slaughtering in the center of the battlefield, and eager to prove his martial prowess, he spurred his warhorse and slashed his sword towards Earl William's head.

"Where did this little brat come from, daring to show off in front of me?"

Earl William was no pushover. He sneered, turned around, and engaged Edward in a duel. For a moment, loud clashes and dazzling sparks erupted from their swords and armor.

More and more men and horses fell on the battlefield, the smell of blood grew heavier, and the sudden screams were even more chilling. At this moment, the knights and nobles fighting on the battlefield, like ordinary soldiers, had bloodshot eyes, no elegance or dignity, only roars and desperate struggles.

"Neigh!"

Just then, an unexpected situation occurred. Baron Connor's warhorse accidentally stepped onto a muddy patch of grass and suddenly sank into the mud. Because the knight and armor it carried were too heavy, this somewhat aged warhorse lost its balance and fell to the ground with a cry.

Baron Connor, who was on the horse's back, fell directly off, hitting the ground hard.

"Father!"

Edward, who was still fighting Earl William, was startled by this scene. His moves became chaotic, no longer as sharp as before.

Earl William, keenly observing this, smiled and said to the knight beside him, "Quickly go kill that fallen baron, and preferably kill this brat too!"

Baron Connor, with an injured spine, couldn't get up from the ground. Looking at the chaotic horse legs and the long swords constantly stabbing down, he could only desperately swing the long sword in his hand, blocking the attacks from above.

"Neigh~!"

A tall horse raised its front hooves high, screaming fiercely, and stomped heavily on Baron Connor's chest. The plate armor on Baron Connor's chest suddenly caved in. He spat out a mouthful of blood and let out an inexpressible scream.

"Father!"

Edward was anxious! He rushed forward, striking with anger, and killed the knight who had trampled his father with a single sword. Just as he was about to dismount to save him, a strong wind swept past his ear. He quickly turned his head, and a biting pain like ants gnawing came from his neck. It was Baron William who had struck, slashing his neck with a sword. If he hadn't dodged quickly, it wouldn't have been as simple as just scraping off a layer of skin.

"Knight Morris, quickly go save my father!"

Edward could only refocus his attention on dealing with Earl William and called for the family knights nearby to help.

"Baron Connor is in danger?"

Zhou Ming, who had returned not far from the combat zone, saw Baron Connor, who was surrounded by a circle of knights and repeatedly fought over, lying on the ground severely wounded and in extreme danger. Zhou Ming's heart couldn't help but pound.

Save him?

Or not?

If he saved him, Baron Connor might have a slim chance of survival.

If he didn't, unless Earl Lautz brought his own thirty-odd elite knights to join the battle, his vassal knight teams, who were already at a disadvantage, would definitely not be able to protect Baron Connor lying on the ground.

"Save him, I must save him! Otherwise, if Baron Connor dies and Edward becomes the lord, Donny and I will have no place to stay in the Glan Territory..."

Just then, a riderless warhorse ran towards him.

Zhou Ming's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and took hold of the heavily armored warhorse, making it stop.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Ming unbuckled the heavy armor and removed all the armor weighing over a hundred kilograms from the warhorse, keeping only the saddle. Then he mounted the horse, picked up a javelin stuck in the ground, and charged into the battlefield like a gust of wind.

Zhou Ming, lightly equipped, rode much faster than the heavily armored knights. Moreover, the heavily armored knights on the battlefield had already consumed a lot of physical strength in the fierce fighting. They were completely helpless against Zhou Ming, who passed through like a gust of wind.

"Whoosh whoosh~ whoosh whoosh~ whoosh whoosh~"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Zhou Ming, holding the javelin, constantly harassed the knights on Earl William's side, hitting their helmets with the javelin and attracting their attention with strange cries, making these knights, who had originally held the advantage and were pushing back Earl Lautz's vassal knight teams, extremely annoyed by the harassment.

Even Earl William, who had already inflicted many wounds on Edward, had the beautiful helmet on his head, adorned with many colorful feathers, heavily struck by Zhou Ming's javelin.

"Quickly go kill that damned贱民! I want to grind his bones into powder!"

Earl William was both angry and ashamed, as if he had been greatly provoked! He let go of Edward, who was fighting him, pointed in the direction Zhou Ming had gone, and ordered his knights to make sure this贱民 paid a heavy price!

Soon, more than a dozen heavily armored knights who wanted to kill him followed behind the lone Zhou Ming.

To deal with these heavily armored knights, Zhou Ming still used the tactic of "running". The equipment and warhorses of the heavily armored knights, including the rider and armor alone, weighed over two hundred kilograms. Coupled with the warhorse's own weight of over half a ton, it would be a miracle if they could run continuously for five kilometers in a galloping state. Zhou Ming only led these knights around for two or three laps, and their warhorses were as slow as crawling turtles.

These knights on horseback could only glare at him with cannibalistic eyes.

"Baron, quickly get on this horse! Those knights behind are about to catch up, I have to go first!"

Zhou Ming galloped back to the center of the battlefield, came to Baron Connor's side, laboriously carried him onto the horse, whipped the horse's rump to make it run faster, and before the group of pursuers behind caught up, he "whoosh whoosh~ whoosh whoosh~" blew provocative whistles at the pursuers again. Provoked by him, the pursuers, who had originally wanted to intercept Baron Connor, angrily chased after Zhou Ming again.

However, their exhausted warhorses couldn't even catch up with Zhou Ming, who was running on foot.

"All knight units, launch the final charge!"

Earl Lautz, who had been waiting in the rear for the right moment, watched this scene on the battlefield with wide eyes. Seeing that Earl William's knight team was almost exhausted, he raised his hand and waved. The remaining 30-odd elite knights on his side who had not yet entered the battle launched the decisive blow.

In this battle, Earl Lautz paid the price of 88 knight casualties, killed and wounded 94 of Earl William's knights, and captured Earl William, achieving absolute victory in this "500 Horse" war.

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