People in the middle ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 7 Bandits and Caravans

Lothar didn't know that his two attendants had imagined Prajna's identity as a witch, or that he wouldn't care if they knew.

Because there is no witch hunting movement in this world, witches can even act openly and serve as advisors to the emperor of a country.

Moreover, this kind of conjecture cannot be wrong.

In fact, he felt that it was impossible for an average witch to be Prajna's opponent.

Among the five attributes given by the system.

Strength is best understood, covering all aspects such as attack power, speed, and weight-bearing capacity.

Agility represents speed and reflexes.

Physical strength represents combat endurance, recovery ability and health bar.

Endurance also represents battery life, but it is more about defense.

Mental power is also easy to understand, that is, the blue bar.

Even if Prajna is not a skill, in terms of attributes alone, it can be regarded as an extraordinary person on the same level as a wizard.

It's just a body-refining wizard like Gandalf.

In addition, the shield in her hand was made from the fragments of the Hell Gate in the setting. It was a perfect artifact, and there was almost no way to penetrate it, whether it was physical attacks or witchcraft.

On the endless plateau, a motorcade with red and white striped flags was moving slowly.

Knights and retinues wearing colorful clothes and coats of arms rode leisurely in front of the procession.

Behind him were commoner servants and attendants, as well as a dozen sergeants wearing chain mail shirts.

At the front of the team, a knight with a peacock feather on his head and a blue robe commanded: "Please be alert, this is the most dangerous section of the trade route to Tyrol.

Fugitive slaves and robbers who were so poor that they could only eat cabbage and turnips might rush down the hillside with dung forks and axes at any time to fight us."

"If you frighten the noble countess, you will all hang on the gallows."

The sergeants replied weakly: "Yes, sir."

The Peacock Knight looked a little grim.

Switzerland is a remote country with many mountainous areas.

After all, the west belongs to the Swabia region, which is the core ruling area of ​​the Hohenstaufen family of the imperial emperor, and is relatively stable.

But the further east, closer to the borders governed by the Diocese of Trento, the greater the poverty and chaos became.

The poverty of the people and the serious exploitation of the lords will produce a large number of escaped serfs who will go into the mountains to become bandits. In addition, this place is located at the junction of the two places, and the lords of both sides are too lazy to invest a lot of manpower and material resources to clear it up.

As if to confirm the Peacock Knight's premonition, more than a dozen black spots suddenly appeared on the mound at the end of the horizon. The black spots became more and more numerous and larger, and finally the whole picture was revealed.

There were more than thirty cavalrymen wearing chainmail and leather armor.

They are definitely not the mountain people or bandits that the Peacock Knight is wary of, but a cavalry unit!

They lined up in a row, standing on the hillside, staring coldly at the motorcade not far away.

The convoy stopped immediately.

The soldiers and servants were panic-stricken.

Everyone knows that this kind of open area is the domain of the cavalry. If they are defeated, they will not be able to escape.

On the carriage, the countess's charming voice sounded: "Fred, what happened?"

"Countess, there are enemies coming."

The Peacock Knight approached the carriage and whispered a reminder, and then shouted: "Everyone is ready to meet the enemy, protect the lady's carriage, and no one is allowed to get close."

Immediately, he took two cavalrymen forward with him and shouted to the cavalry team that was gradually approaching.

"Stop! This is the convoy of the Kalff family from Augsburg. The one you offend is the countess with noble blood. Please retreat immediately. Otherwise, my soldiers and I will cut your throats.

, let the wild dogs roaming the mountains chew up our bones."

The cavalry were getting closer and closer.

There were about thirty of them, some wearing torn jackets, and some wearing chain armor. Their equipment looked ordinary, but the fierce aura they exuded still made the Peacock Knight quite troublesome.

The leading cavalryman had a sarcastic smile on his face, and he picked up a hunting bow.

The arrow made a "snatching" sound and nailed the kite shield held by the Peacock Knight.

His attitude has been very clear. From the beginning to the end, they had no intention of negotiating.

The knight was furious and shouted: "Knights, follow me forward, the rest rely on the carriage for defense! No one is allowed to leave the carriage formation without permission!"

On the other side of the hillside, Model frowned and asked, "Sir, do we want to intervene?"

"It won't work if we don't intervene."

Lothar pointed to two scout cavalry not far away who did not participate in the attack and were wandering aside: "They have discovered us."

"Even if we throw away all our luggage, we can't escape the pursuit of a group of light cavalry that come and go like the wind. After all, Prajna, Ryan, and you can only ride pack horses."

Lothar sighed lightly, and then said loudly: "Attendant, take my lance and prepare for battle."

He put on the hood of his hooded chainmail and burqa, and put the bucket helmet on his head with only a slit for his eyes exposed. The world suddenly became quiet.

His breathing echoed in the dull barrel helmet, becoming heavier and heavier.

Ryan handed over his heavy lance. He held the gun in his right hand, put on a kite-shaped shield in his left hand, and hung the armed sword on the saddle.

Prajna whispered: "Do you want me to come with you?"

Lothar shook his head: "I'm afraid your horse is not very good."

The horse that Prajna rides on is a pack horse presented by Father Soyo in the small town. The difference between a pack horse and a real war horse is actually quite big.

Draft horses focus more on endurance and do not have high requirements on breed.

War horses are not only taller, faster, and more explosive than pack horses, but they are also much braver than pack horses.

Prajna frowned and said, "I can catch up with you without a mount."

Lothar was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Forget it, this is more or less shocking. You should be prepared here. I believe in Joey's speed."

Joey is his Nisaan war horse. He eats concentrated feed every day, and a considerable part of the supplies carried by the three pack horses are specially provided for him.

In the earldom, Joey is considered to be the leading fast horse.

He was confident that even if he couldn't defeat him, he would still be able to escape if he wanted to.

What's more, he is still very confident in his own strength. The knight training he has experienced since childhood has made him a war machine, but he has not experienced the baptism of war.

Coupled with his excellent armor, the possibility of overturning is extremely slim.

Prajna nodded and said: "Okay, then we will be here to prepare for you."

The two attendants were also ready for battle. One held a sword and shield, and the other loaded the crossbow. However, in such an open area, the role they could play was very limited.

Lothar originally chose them because he wanted to play a role in mountain warfare.

I never thought that the first battle would be on an open plateau.

"call--"

Lothar let out a sigh of relief.

The dull barrel helmet seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist.

In the thin line of sight, the two scout cavalry wandering nearby have already launched a charge here.

Lothar gently pinched the horse's belly.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly rang in my ears.

Lothar held the lance in her hand tightly, feeling adrenaline secreting rapidly, her heart beating like a war drum.

Charge with guns is a tactic used by the knights when they line up and advance hand in hand. Without the cover of comrades, charging with guns can easily cause the knights to expose their flaws.

So he adopts a normal gun-holding posture, which will reduce the damage caused by charging, but also make him more flexible.

(End of chapter)