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Just a few peasants armed with crude weapons cannot be called soldiers.

It doesn't mean you can be called an elite just because you put on armor.

Moreover, there is also a quality gap between ordnance and ordnance.

The infantry regiment currently stationed in Tacoma are recuperative soldiers who have "retired" from previous wars.

They are all elite soldiers who survived the battlefield. Although their recent training is not as hard as the newly recruited comrades, they are not a temporary militia that can be fooled.

However, the execution speed of a military formation is no longer comparable to that of the other party.

More than a hundred armored infantry were divided into five rows, the first two rows were shield soldiers, and the last three rows were spearmen.

The enemy troops gathered in front of the harbor entrance and swarmed forward.

On top of the tower, Schwano looked down at the battle ahead from the balcony. He watched more than 2,000 people from his side rush forward, and then laughed loudly: "Hardy is indeed the one who blew it, and I My distant cousin is not a smart commander, she only has less than 400 people, and she wants to fight us!"

There was a lot of praise all around.

"Perhaps we can capture Hardy, force him to surrender, give us this Tacoma, and pay a large ransom before we can leave."

He did not say that he wanted to kill Hadi, because the latter was a real nobleman, not something that big businessmen and the so-called 'little nobles' could compare to.

No matter what Hardy's abilities are, as a great nobleman, if he dies, he will face the common hatred of other nobles and lords.

You can capture Hardy and even imprison him for a long time.

He will not be released until the two parties agree on the amount of the ransom, but you cannot kill him. This is an unspoken rule in the Aroba area.

Whoever commits this crime is the common enemy of the other lords.

Even Hardy has not touched this matter.

Schwano looked at the battlefield ahead with high spirits at this time. In their imagination, the opponent's small number of soldiers would definitely collapse in an instant when faced with this wave-like offensive.

But what surprised them was that after the two sides engaged, the armored infantry on the front line showed no sign of retreating at all.

On the contrary, the militiamen who rushed up like the tide were 'crushed' casually like waves hitting a hard rock.

Moreover, the hard reef was still advancing slowly. They stepped on the corpses of the enemy and walked slowly.

With every step, dozens of people fell.

They were immediately stunned.

After the waves hit the big rocks a few times, they retreated.

Pull back hard.

No one dared to step forward anymore.

At this time, the infantry regiment suddenly spread out to both sides, leaving a wide passage.

The cavalry that had been slowly following behind moved.

They ran through the aisles between infantrymen, speeding up at the same time.

This time they did not mount lances, but half-handed swords.

More than a hundred uniformed cavalry charging at the same time is already terrifying.

The already timid militiamen were frightened out of their wits. When they saw the ground rumbling and shaking, and the tall horses charging towards them, they were all frightened to the point of urinating. They ran back as hard as they could without losing two more legs.

Seeing the enemy scattered and fleeing, the leading cavalryman raised his left hand and made a gesture.

Soon the cavalry also separated and began to hunt down valuable targets among the enemy.

For example, those armored enemies.

Although there are only a hundred cavalry and the enemy even has about a thousand, these one hundred cavalry are charging back and forth among the enemy group... They don't care about the ragged militiamen, but if these people block their path, He won't be merciful and will run over directly with his iron hooves.

Occasionally, someone would go crazy and fight back. Whether it was a spear or a sword, it would only leave shallow scratches on their armor or vest.

The gap between the equipment of the two sides is really too big.

At this time, the infantry regiment had retreated to the entrance and was guarding here to prevent anyone from escaping.

Soon, the defeated militiamen began to throw away their weapons and surrender.

Schwano stood on the balcony and stared at the scene in stunned silence.

He never thought that the army he and others had gathered would be defeated in such a short time.

He looked around at the people around him with red eyes.

The others were also horrified, but they still looked at Schwano with a slight hope in their eyes.

I hope he can find a way out of this predicament.

Schwano looked down, then at the 'partners' around him. His lips were trembling, and he quickly suppressed a sentence: "Everyone, please be well."

After that, he quickly walked downstairs.

I want to take advantage of the enemy's army to escape by boat before they kill here.

He walked very fast, followed by several private soldiers, and someone behind him was chasing him and yelling curses.

"Schwano, you piece of shit, didn't you say that Hardy is just a vase and a pretty boy?"

"Didn't you say we could occupy this place?"

"Schwano, please speak."

Schwano turned a deaf ear to these words and walked away faster and faster.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The tower itself was converted from a lighthouse and was right next to the dock. He quickly boarded the ship with his private soldiers.

As a cautious person, he naturally has a way out.

After he got on the boat, he immediately urged the sailors: "Hurry! Set sail quickly."

The ropes were untied and the sail was unfurled.

The ship is slowly leaving the dock.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his life was protected.

As for his wife and children... he no longer cares about them.

As long as he survives and has money, he can still form a new family in another country.

Moreover, as a maritime merchant, he had lovers and illegitimate children in several foreign ports.

Just find a right position that suits your eyes and your heart.

The ship was already more than twenty meters away from the port.

It is impossible for the cavalry to 'jump' up from this distance.

Schwano looked up and saw his distant relative and grandniece Gui Wenir looking at him on the high cliff.

Although he had been defeated and escaped, he still couldn't help but laugh happily.

Somewhat ironic.

But at this time, a wave of rockets suddenly shot out from the high ground of the harbor.

Although there were not many arrows, only fifty, only twenty or thirty of these arrows landed on his ship.

About half of them hit the sail of the big ship.

These large sails made of linen gradually began to burn.

The sailors screamed and tried to find water to put out the flames.

But it was useless... Before they could take out the water from the cargo hold, the second wave of rockets had already fired.

There was a whooshing sound, and the three large sails burned crazily.

Seeing the situation clearly, the sailors jumped directly into the sea. They knew that the fire could not be saved.

But Schwano couldn't swim. He was about to let someone take him ashore. When he looked around, he found that his soldiers had already escaped.

He was left alone, standing alone on the deck.

At this time, the fire was getting bigger and bigger.

Through the twisted airflow, he saw Gui Wenir on the cliff, his face as cold as ice.

"It turns out my dream was just a joke!"

Schwano jumped and fell into the cold water. (End of chapter)