On the high slope.
Watching the group of knights gradually ride away, the people remaining behind all wore strange, inexplicable smiles.
"Father, those three fools really led thirty-odd knights charging over."
Earl Lautz's eldest son whispered in his father's ear with a wicked grin.
"I wonder how long they can hold out. About a quarter of an hour, perhaps? Father, when should we charge?" His second son, who possessed a fanatical love for war, had blood boiling through his veins and was itching to fight.
"Don't rush. We move after they're all dead!" Earl Lautz said coldly.
"What a pity. I heard Edward is the Kingdom Number One knight. I wanted to kill him myself, but that honor has fallen to those Northerners." Earl Lautz's third son sighed regretfully.
"Huh? They don't seem to have charged into the Northerners' formation!"
A startled cry suddenly rang out among the nobles.
"This is bad! Earl, those damned bastards didn't fight the Northerners! They entered the Northerners' formation—they've rebelled!"
"Earl, those traitors are charging at us together with the Northerners!"
The sudden change on the battlefield threw everyone into chaos. Earl Lautz's face turned pale, then green. Watching the enemy formation surge toward them like a tide, drawing ever closer, he could only draw the sword at his waist and roar, "On my command, charge!"
"Yes, Earl!"
Hearing the order, the panicked men answered in unison. They hurried back to their positions and hastily reorganized their terrified, disordered troops. By the time their formations had been restored, the Northerners' legion, already accelerating into a run, was right before them.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Ah!" "Kill!" "My hand!" "Charge!..."
Amid a chorus of furious roars, the two armies collided violently.
Miserable screams erupted, blood sprayed wildly, and severed limbs flew through the air.
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