If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Wheel fighting is simple and effective.

The Simon family is the first to go to the front line, and the other families have to take turns.

The sun is quite bright in midsummer.

Sir Simon advanced along the valley floor and soon saw Roman's heavily re-armed lineup.

He frowned at the line of defense.

Roman had already proven to them his tenacity.

These soldiers in front of me can be regarded as a large-scale army from any angle.

Anyway, they couldn't figure out how the other party could raise so many excellent soldiers.

Very difficult to fight.

But if it’s not easy to fight, you still have to fight.

Roman had just mined the salt mine last year and dared to transport hundreds of thousands of kilograms of salt to the entire land. He didn't even dare to think about how much salt he would transport this year and next.

There are state-owned laws and business rules. How dare you do this without even saying hello? How rude!

It won't do you any harm to pay your respects to the dock first, and you won't need a salt mine, so long as there is a tacit understanding.

Everyone knows the result.

The envoys they sent were not only kicked out by Roman, but the latter also yelled and beat their faces.

This is no longer an ordinary rampage!

Facing such criminals who disrupt the market order, we must take a heavy blow!

…

Simon's army marched forward, and so did Roman's army.

When they were more than a hundred meters apart, the armies of both sides began to fire arrows in unison.

Not only Roman has ranged units, but the Simon family also has them.

It's just that they are a little uneven, some are short bows, some are long bows, and some are crossbows, and they have a loose feel.

And Roman knew that for the army, standard equipment was very important.

Ancient trees naturally have weak extraordinary effects. The longer the trees live, the stronger their effects.

The spirits of distant legends guard a mythical ancestral tree.

The bow made from ordinary trees can shoot up to 180 meters, while the bow made from thousand-year-old trees can shoot up to 200 meters - but in general, it is only a little stronger.

There is no shortage of trees in Roman's land that have lived for thousands of years. They search and cut them down to make standard weapons with excellent performance.

The bow is nearly two meters long.

The arrows are long, thick and straight.

The Simon family has more archers than Roman. Just looking at the density of arrows, there are about four to five hundred people.

But the short bow couldn't shoot far, and the longbow wasn't as sophisticated as Roman's, and the crossbow was pretty good - but the crossbow required too much logistics, so Roman didn't equip it, and Simon installed very few, less than double digits.

All military formations raised their shields to respond to the crossbow arrows fired from the sky.

Bang bang bang! !

Sir Simon's shield was pierced by arrows from the sky. A cone-shaped arrow pierced three to five centimeters and was exposed in Sir Simon's eyes.

You know, he was in the rear area, and he almost got hit.

His face looked embarrassed for a moment.

He is good at analyzing the pros and cons, and now he knows everything with his butt. The range and power of the enemy bow completely destroyed his long-range units.

"We will launch an attack later!"

Screams continued to be heard from his troops.

Someone is hit by an arrow. The arrow is very powerful and the shield is useful, but it does not mean that he will not be injured.

Some rough and inferior shields will be shot through, and shields with better quality will also be penetrated by several centimeters. Even iron shields may not be able to withstand this kind of power.

Just wait until they run out of arrows.

Arrows are very expensive these days and difficult to make, so shooting like this is a waste of money.

He counted silently.

The opponent fired each round very neatly, with about two hundred arrows in each round, and they had fired five rounds now.

Damn it!

When they attacked Sige Town two months ago, those archers didn't have such qualities!

If they were all at this level, they would have to leave at least a thousand corpses before they could evacuate!

…

Ten rounds.

Sir Simon was a little anxious.

His ranged troops were completely suppressed.

The output environment is not good and it is restrained, so it can only be output.

…

Fifteen rounds.

Morale began to slump, and we didn’t know when the other side would stop.

The enemy had no intention of stopping shooting because the fire was suppressive.

Marching will reveal many flaws, making it impossible to defend with all your strength, and will only result in more casualties. Waiting until the opponent stops shooting is the best option.

…

Twenty rounds.

The terrain here is not good, just like a single-plank bridge.

Either you withdraw or I withdraw, otherwise we can only have a head-on confrontation.

An army of 1,100 people gathered together and occupied a twenty-meter-long section. The terrain was narrow and they could not disperse, making it a huge target.

…

Twenty-five rounds.

Still shooting! Still shooting!

…

Thirty rounds.

Five minutes passed.

Finally the shooting stopped.

…

Simon doubted that the young lord had used up all his arrow reserves, right?

A total of six thousand arrows!

This is not a small number.

It is difficult for low-level earls like Count Kant to obtain them, because there is no need to keep weapons that are not commonly used, the cost is too high, and they also require maintenance.

Sir Simon counted the casualties, and then his vision went dark.

Probably a hundred people were killed or injured.

He immediately wanted to turn around and go back.

This battle is unwinnable!

The army failed to win, but the middle road collapsed!

"attack!!"

Sir Simon's smooth and smooth character was angry at this moment.

The other levies were also very angry.

I have never fought such a frustrating battle.

The Simon family's army marched on foot to save their energy for the subsequent fighting.

They advanced a hundred meters, and Roman's army also advanced fifty or sixty meters on foot.

Looking down from the sky, it was like two dense ant colonies converging into a larger ant colony.

Entering the close combat stage.

Roman's heavy troops did not stand in the front, they were mainly used to deal with cavalry.

The first row was lightly armed shield soldiers, equipped with simple half-body plate armor made of iron plates, arm guards, gloves, soft armor caps, mail head covers, and light shields.

The second row was Roman's spearmen, with spears four meters long in their hands.

In the era of cold weapons, the longer the attack diameter, the more advantageous it is.

The two sides were four or five meters apart.

The conscripted army held shields and approached tentatively. Basically, it was one step forward and half a step back.

Roman's spearmen stabbed tentatively. But the opponent did not enter the range and could not be stabbed at all.

Both sides felt unprecedented tension.

Many recruits were shaking with their spears, their Adam's apples rolling, their breathing quickened, their heartbeats quickened!

"Ah!"

A conscript was too close, and a squad leader took the opportunity to thrust a spear through his eyes.

The moment screams rang out and blood splattered.

The armies of both sides seemed to have heard the horn of death, and under the impetus of uneasy emotions, their adrenaline surged, and they all became fanatical!

Weapons in hand.

When fear and tension are at their extreme, just do it!

...

The brutal fight lasted for four or five minutes.

The conscripts retreated in a panic, leaving behind more than two hundred bodies on the battlefield.

Roman did not order anyone to pursue.

He was not feeling well either, with sixty or seventy casualties.

Some were shot at close range by short bows, and some were attacked by the enemy who leaned over and rolled over, attacking the lower body of the spearmen, which inevitably caused casualties.