Realm of Power

The hot sun hangs in the sky, spreading its boundless light and heat to the earth.

All the corpses of the knights on the plains had been carried to the carriage ramparts by the Samours.

The crossbowmen collected their own crossbows from the corpses and refilled the empty quivers. The spearmen picked up the three-meter knight spears of the knights from the corpses and replaced the broken sharp spears of the infantry.

The fence was re-erected, and the shields of the retinues from the corpses of the war horses were collected, forming a black shield wall on the carriage barrier.

All this is just to withstand the impact of the Golden Fleece Heavy Knight,

The upcoming Golden Fleece Knight is completely different from the retinue knight encountered before.

Retinue knights are closer to light cavalry, but are equipped with cavalry mail for stronger defense. Most of the soldiers are just well-trained ordinary soldiers.

The Golden Fleece Knights are one of the three major knights recognized by the Kingdom, and their combat effectiveness is still higher than that of the Kingdom's Guards Knights.

The entire knighthood is composed of real knights. Its members are nobles who have been trained in orthodox knightly skills since childhood, knights who have returned from traveling, and hired traveling knights.

Apart from group cooperation, their personal combat effectiveness is still higher than that of Kugit heavy cavalry, and the horses under their crotches are all tall and strong Supor horses.

This kind of war horse is tall and has thick limbs. It can easily lift a weight of three to four hundred kilograms. It is much better than the current Vikiya Saliti horse that is out of breath after carrying only three hundred kilograms.

It is the special war horse of the Ruidian Knights, the strongest knight kingdom in the mainland. It is worth a lot of money. It is fed refined food on weekdays and has sufficient physical strength during war. Even if it carries a weight of 600 kilograms, it can run a distance of 300 meters in a leisurely manner.

Thinking that his troops were about to face 2,000 of these half-ton steel monsters, the confident fat man would also be worried. He paced around the tent with his belly bulging, his eyebrows furrowed, and he cursed to himself.

"You damn Crolisate! There's still one hour left! If you don't come here yet, I'll have to deal with these monsters! Then you'll have to go back to the mountains and be your savages!"

The fat man cursed a lot, but his heart was clear.

If there is still a choice,

No one wants to face this steel monster,

But this is a life-and-death battle. If someone knocks on your door, is there any way out?

The sharpest spear and the thickest shield, who will have the last laugh?

At noon, the fat man did not wait for the bloody double-ringed knight's flag of Isahka, but saw the scouts returning in a hurry

I don’t know whether it was God’s wish, or whether Isaac was also shocked by the news of the death of five thousand knights under his command. The Golden Fleece Knights suddenly stopped approaching and waited for the two thousand elite heavyweights who arrived later. infantry

It seems that after receiving the report from the remnants of the retinue, Isahka wanted to gather all his strength to give Fatty Samoer a fatal blow.

This rare delay gave Fatty a chance to breathe, and the scale on the battlefield began to tilt.

The scout horses that rushed into the military camp rolled up gray smoke, and the Samoan soldiers who were laughing just now fell silent.

This is the eighth wave of scouts returning this morning.

The Samor soldiers knew that the more frequent the scouts returned, the closer the legendary steel monsters were.

To say I'm not nervous would be a lie. The nearly half-ton steel monster is chilling just thinking about it.

But the hearts of the Samoan soldiers are more about the desire for wealth. Ten gold coins for a knight is enough wealth to allow his family to live a stable life.

Everyone has a gambling habit, and they just want to see if it is worth the gamble. In the minds of ordinary soldiers, one life in exchange for ten gold coins is definitely worth it.

Even if he died in the battle, according to the Samoan Wartime Regulations, his family would receive ten silver coins as compensation.

"As long as I don't die, my life will be enough."

Many Samoan soldiers remained silent, just slowly wiping the sharp spears in their hands with a whetstone, cheering secretly in their hearts.

Crossbow carefully checked his crossbow for the third time, quietly counting the number of arrowheads in the quiver, and secretly calculating in his mind how many times he could pull the string of the crossbow in the shortest fifty meters.

For a time, the atmosphere in the entire military camp was extremely solemn.

As if sensing everyone's wishes, a loud trombone sound came from the calm Chinese army camp, stirring everyone's nerves, and everyone looked curiously.

I saw a fat man in heavy armor walking out of the Chinese army's tent under the protection of the guards behind him. His fat body took a figure-eight stride, and the red cloak behind him swayed from side to side, like a fat-headed goose.

Seeing this funny fat man striding out of the military tent, none of the Samoan soldiers laughed out loud. Instead, they stood up energetically, puffed up their chests, and looked at him with admiration.

It was he who resettled himself who had fled from the north, it was he who saved the weeping Satyrs from the Kugit scimitar, it was he who used his meager strength to stop the ferocious Kugit people in Samor,

It was his decree that distributed the land of the nobles to homeless peasants, realizing the dream of countless people who wanted to get a piece of their own land.

It is he who allows the brave to get the rewards they deserve, and it is he who allows the war dead to quietly close their eyes.

Every soldier here can feel the kindness behind this fat man's wretched face. Everyone has been favored by this man.

This is why even though we knew we were about to face an army of steel monsters, there was still no deserter.

The fat man glanced at the upright soldiers on both sides and nodded secretly.

"It seems that all my measures have paid off. These timid farmers have no fear, so what should I be afraid of? With such military morale, we may be able to fight!"

At the gate of the military camp, Croissant, who was covered in mud and water, was leading 2,000 soldiers to push in more than 20 carriages filled with large wooden barrels.

The carriage rutted under the heavy barrels made a creaking sound, and the gurgling sound of viscous liquid could be heard inside.

When the fat man saw these big wooden barrels, it was as if he saw his own savior. The sadness just now was forgotten. He happily patted Croissant on the shoulder and cursed.

"Damn Croissant, you are finally here. If these things arrive later, prepare to collect the corpses for me!

If I die, don't think about it. The Isa people will not let you go. They will drive you to the mountains and become a savage! "

Croissant awkwardly wiped the thick mud on her face with her right hand and said with an embarrassed expression.

"Sir, no one thought that the heavy rains in the past few days would turn these hills into mud swamps. Many carriage wheels got stuck in the mud pits on the road. It took a lot of effort for my subordinates to drive these carriages safely. ! Please forgive me for the long delay!"

"Forget it, forget it, it would be great if you could bring these treasures! I hope it's not too late now, let us prepare a big gift for the distinguished Marquis of Isahka."

The fat man looked at Crolissart's wretched figure. His hair was dyed khaki by the mud, and his body was still dripping with yellow muddy water. It seemed that he had indeed suffered a lot on the road.

The fat man comforted Crolisate for a few words, then turned around, pointed at the big wooden barrel on the carriage and shouted to the Samoan soldiers around him

"Don't just watch. If you still want to go back alive to receive the reward, someone should come quickly and unload all these things!"

Although the soldiers didn't know what these things were, they could tell from the fat man's words that they were key items that could ensure that they could go back alive to collect the reward.

He immediately stopped hesitating and rushed to the carriage, loading and unloading the things on the carriage.

Some curious Samoer soldiers slightly opened the lid of the wooden barrel with their hands. Through the gap in the wooden strips on the lid, they could see a thick black liquid inside, and a pungent smell rushed straight into the nose.