What Sawane. Botley didn't expect was that after one night, nothing really happened. A real battle was set up, a fair duel, the sun rose, and the two armies lined up at a long distance on the plain.
On one side, there are Sawane. Botley and his more than two hundred recharged and extremely fierce Ironborn. Their formations are scattered, their weapons are various, and everyone has a bloodthirsty smile on their face.
On the other side, there were two square formations composed of more than 400 soldiers. Sawane. Botley looked at the army in the distance and was a little surprised. The appearance of this team was indeed different from the teams he had seen. They were equipped with different armors and chainmails, holding long contradiction cards and long swords. They lined up neatly, silently and with high morale.
What surprised him even more was that there was no fear, no trembling, no panic, and even... a hint of eagerness on those people's faces?
He looked into the eyes of the soldiers opposite, and there was a light shining in them that he had never seen in the eyes of land people, like a hungry wolf seeing its prey. An inexplicable doubt flashed in his heart, but it was quickly replaced by absolute confidence in himself and Ironborn.
No matter what his eyes looked like, in the face of iron and blood, they would eventually turn into fearful Aihao. Sawane. Botley pulled out his long sword.
Sawane. Botley led more than two hundred Ironborn under his command in a loose but oppressive formation, with their feet stepping on the soft soil and approaching with heavy steps. The ax blades and sword edges shone coldly in the rising sun.
The distance is shortening.
One hundred steps.
Eighty steps.
Sixty steps.
A Ironborn suddenly stopped, narrowed his eyes, spat, and sneered, "Chief, look what that is."
Sawane looked in the direction of his finger, and the ferocious smile on his face instantly froze. In front of the opponent's position, overnight, a simple ravine appeared, and the soldiers even began to quickly deploy rows of small wooden stakes full of spikes and thrust them diagonally into the ground.
Another Ironborn roared, "Fuck you!"
"This is different from what was promised!"
It was clearly promised that it would be a formal, honorable duel on the open ground, with axes splitting shields, and blood staining the grass red, not this cowardly behavior of hiding behind pits and wooden stakes.
The anger of being deceived spread quickly among Ironborn's team. Sawane. Botley felt his cheeks burning hot, which was the burning sensation of being humiliated. His eyes signaled his first mate to come forward and ask questions.
The first mate Ironborn strode to the front of the formation, his chest heaving violently, and roared with all his strength, "Let your Suleiman speak out!!"
His voice echoed in the open plains. In the land formation on the opposite side, an officer on a horse who had not left the team was none other than Lushen. He responded with an unpleasant smile on his face:
"Suleiman is busy with business and is not here."
The first mate's anger grew even stronger. "I don't care if he's here or not! Get your commander out!"
Like an enraged bull, he stared at the opponent's line, expecting that damn, treacherous commander to stand up and accept his wrath. However, there was silence in the opponent's army.
No one came out. This silence was more insulting than any rebuttal. The first mate began to curse in the most obscene language Iron Islands, mocking the other commander for being a weakling who hides under the skirts of women and a coward who dares not show his face.
These words can usually easily ignite the anger of any noble in the grassland, but today, they are like pebbles thrown into a deep pool, without even a splash.
In the military formation, it was still Lushen. He ignored the curse of the first mate Ironborn. Instead, he asked in a strange tone, as if he was discussing the weather:
"If you have anything to say, why don't you just come up and say it? Why do you want us to go out?"
This rhetorical question made the first mate's curse get stuck in his throat, and he was stunned. He had never seen anyone respond to a formation call like this. In countless plunders and battles, there were conversations before the formation, and the commanders of both sides came out. This was a well-established rule, and it seemed that no one had ever refused it.
But the other party didn't seem to understand at all, or in other words, didn't bother to abide by such rules.
The first mate had no choice. He resisted the urge to tear the opponent into pieces and strode forward. He wanted to see who was commanding these shameless land rats.
He walked up to the military formation, almost spitting into the opponent's face, and roared, "You bastard! Are you the commander?!"
Lushen looked at him calmly, even smiled, and then shook his head. "No."
This answer made all the questions that the first mate had prepared feel stuck in his chest.
He pointed at Lushen angrily, and then pointed at the military formation behind him. "Then what the hell do you do?! The rider made it clear yesterday!"
"Set up the battle! Fair fight! Are you a noble?! Has your sense of honor been eaten by a dog?!"
The smile on Lushen's face became even brighter. It was a pure smile without any impurities, but in the eyes of the first mate, it deserved more beating than any ridicule.
His voice came slowly and clearly. "Pirate, I am a farmer farming for Master Suleiman. My name is Lushen."
He pointed to Roslyn on the other side with his chin.
"His name is Roslyn. We are all farmers of Master Suleiman. Unfortunately, we are not nobles."
Lushen paused, looked at the first mate's face that turned the color of pig's liver, and made the last stab.
"As for the sense of honor? What is that? I've never heard of it."
Ironborn The first mate felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head. He pointed at Lushen, his body was shaking violently with extreme anger, but he could not say a word:
"You! You! You!"
He felt that he had met a bastard who was more shameless than himself and more despicable than Ironborn.
The smile on Lushen's face did not diminish at all. He seemed to suddenly remember something and continued to speak:
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you something."
His voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the first mate Ironborn hard in the heart.
"We have recovered the gold and silver treasures you stole from Riverlands for Riverlands."
"Also, the long boat you parked at the mouth of the river was really well built, but it was a pity that it was all destroyed in a fire."
The first mate's face turned from purple to pale at that moment, and his voice was hoarse, full of unbelievable horror, "Longship... you... what did you do?!"
"You shameless bastard!!!"
Lushen did not answer him, but nodded slightly to the military formation behind him. Several soldiers pushed and rubbed a few prisoners and walked out. Those prisoners were tied with ropes and looked downcast. They were the survivors of Ironborn who had been responsible for guarding the long ship.
When the Sawane. Botley army saw those familiar faces, the team that was originally noisy and about to charge suddenly fell into a dead silence. Unbelievable eyes spread in the eyes of every Ironborn. The brothers guarding the longship...:::::.. How could they be here?!
Under the horrified gaze of all the Ironborns, the Suleiman soldiers roughly pushed the several Ironborn prisoners to the ground, raised their hands, dropped their swords, and several heads rolled onto the grass. Warm blood spurted out, dyeing the grass red.
Sawane. Botley watched this scene helplessly, his body swaying, and his anger almost made him unsteady. He used all his strength and roared to the opposite side, "You...:... Don't you have a sense of honor?!"
The smile on Lushen's face finally disappeared, replaced by a cold indifference. "Then do you have a sense of honor?
Ironborn?"
Sawane. Botley and the first mate in front of the battle had nothing to say. He felt that they were now like a gangster meeting another gangster. In his life, he had burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil, but this was the first time he saw an army that was even more bastard, shameless, and unscrupulous than him.
The longship was gone, his son was dead, and his treasure had been robbed. He was already riding a tiger with no way out.
He gritted his teeth, feeling that his throat was full of the smell of blood, and once again asked the other party in a hoarse voice to come out and have a "fair" head-on battle.
However, what responded to him was countless sharp sounds breaking through the air.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless cold crossbow bolts were suddenly shot out from the opponent's formation, directly sending the first mate who was sent to question him in front of the formation to fly out, towards him, and towards his team.
Countless crossbow arrows flew past his cheeks and ears, and one of them even shaved off a strand of his beard. Sawane took a few steps back in horror and fell to the ground.
He pointed at the military formation opposite and let out a final roar, "How could you break your promise! And sneak attack my longship!"
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Lushen stood in front of the formation, slowly raising the long sword in his hand, pointing directly at the sky.
He used all his strength to turn his final response into a thunder that resounded throughout the plain.
"I am a soldier who never tires of deceit! I understand but I don't understand! You idiot!"