The commander of the Swabian army, Earl Landy von Hoffman, was not promoted to the throne by his father and grandfather. As a new nobleman who gained power through military achievements in troubled times, he did not have those almost pedantic etiquette concepts. Everything he did was at the lowest point of tolerance by the nobles.

When fighting with such an opponent, Yat felt much pressure, and the collision between the two conspirators would never be exciting. Therefore, Yat prepared for several days of conspiracy battlefield and did not start as he imagined.

After the thunder of the war drums were blew by the horns of both sides, there was no spectacular scene of a thousand troops charging by one side. Landi believed Yat in the declaration of war and sent a team to charge, and this so-called team was called prisoners.

Swabian had invaded the territory for several months, and there was absolutely no shortage of prisoners, neither civilian nor soldiers.

Sixty or seventy civilian soldiers captured by Schwabian men were tied with their hands behind their backs by sesame oil-soaked linens, and then lined up in two rows toward the gap between the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. The prisoners who hesitate would be shot down by the arrows emitted by the Swabian crossbow.

It was late autumn, and the prisoners were still wearing rags when they were caught several months ago. They ran to the dense forest gap position crying and shouting under the threat of arrows that were nailed into their backs.

The prisoners were about to approach the gap by a hundred steps, and the prisoners went fifty steps ahead and entered the trap area pre-set by the Burgundian army.

"This group of damn Swabian bastards actually use our people to step on the traps we set. It's so sinister!" Hans looked at the Burgundy who were crying and howling or being shot down, and his hands holding the battle axe were white.

Hans, who had just been transferred to the Deadpool team, stood in the front row of the military formation, and the butcher named Bury was transferred to the Deadpool team with him. At this moment, the butcher Bury was holding a heavy hammer and swallowing saliva, staring nervously through the gap between the two commanders' horses.

Like Hansbury, they watched the tribes who were driven away like animals by the Schwarbians and killed them instinctively, and they were angry, especially among these prisoners, who were most likely their fellow countrymen or even relatives.

The military formation moved slightly.

At the front of the gap, the two commanders, Yat and Odo, immediately stood up, and their personal guards stood on both sides with heraldic flags.

The two commanders seemed to be unaware that these prisoners would destroy the carefully designed trap.

"Board and crossbow team, fifty steps in front of the formation, ready to shoot!" Att ordered the messenger beside him.

The messenger immediately raised the flag with the crossbow pattern and waved it, shouting loudly: "Board and crossbow team, fifty steps in front of the formation, ready to shoot and kill!"

"Board and crossbow team, fifty steps in front of the formation, ready to shoot!" The soldiers beside Yat who heard the orders loudly sent orders.

Thirty crossbowmen of the crossbow team immediately pulled out a light arrow from the arrow inserted in front of them and put it on the bowstring.

"Sir? These prisoners will not step on the trap. Do we keep their lives?" Odo also instinctively sympathized with the people who had miserable, let alone the unarmed and forced to do so.

At the prisoners who were getting closer and closer to the front of the formation, Yat said coldly: "They explored the way for the enemy and have become our enemies. More importantly, you cannot guarantee that they are really all the prisoners of the enemy. If I were the old guy Landi, I would have mixed in with some warriors who were not afraid of death among these prisoners, rushed into the enemy's formation with a short sword, stabbed them to death when the enemy was kind, and then disrupted the enemy formation and charged with the situation!"

"Stop moving forward and flee to both sides, otherwise shoot and kill!" Yat still intends to leave a glimmer of hope for the prisoners.

"Stop moving forward and flee to both sides, or shoot!"

"Stop moving forward and flee to both sides, or shoot!" Hans shouted.

"Stop moving forward and flee to both sides, or shoot and kill!" Bury also shouted at the top of his voice.

The messenger beside Yat led the twenty or so Deadpools nearby to shout desperately.

The shouts of twenty people were separated by fifty or sixty steps. The prisoners in the quiet battlefield that had not yet begun could definitely hear them clearly. Sure enough, one or two smart and fearful prisoners understood the shouting from the other side, stopped sixty steps in front of the formation, then looked left and right a few times, and ran towards the left and right wing, and the crossbow of Schwaben behind him did not have time to shoot.

Then five or six people fled to the wings, but most of them ran desperately to one side of their army, and they also ran instinctively towards the places they thought were safe.

After taking fifty steps, dozens of black shadows suddenly appeared diagonally above, slowly turning into black dots, and then becoming sharp blades nailed into the forehead and chest.

Thirty-one light arrows nailed down five or six people in one go.

The prisoners were frightened. If they stopped or retreated, they would be shot by Schwabians, and if they advanced forward, they would be shot by Burgundians. The impulsive prisoners began to learn from the previous people to escape from their wings, but the Swabian crossbowmen who had come to their senses had already aimed at both sides. Most of the guys who had run before were shot and killed because their backs were tied back and their backs were unhappy.

The prisoners were dead, and the prisoners were already crazy. They roared and rushed towards the place where Yat was. Perhaps this was still instinct. They always felt that their companions should have a little sympathy and kindness towards them.

However, there is nothing else aimed at them except arrows.

"Master Earl, none of the prisoners fell into the trap. It seems that there should be no traps on the front. But those Burgundians are really a bastard, even their own people are shot and killed!" On the gentle slope opposite the gap, the army consultant next to Count Landy looked at the Burgundian prisoners who were lying under the rain of arrows, and couldn't help but express a few words of emotion.

Earl Landy, the commander of the Swabian army, calmly looked at the tragedy under the gentle slope, without any turmoil in his heart, and replied casually: "It seems that the enemy commander thought that I had installed a wall-breaking nail among the prisoners who were walking on the road, and ordered an indiscriminate shot to avoid taking risks. I originally planned to use this trick, but now it seems that it is useless, otherwise I would have to lose a group of elite dead soldiers."

"Sir Count? Do you let the cavalry charge?" asked the adjutant beside Landi. He saw that the last few prisoners had rushed to the enemy formation and were pushed to the ground by the infantry running out of the enemy formation.

Being able to run to the enemy smoothly at least means that there are very few traps on the front, or even none.

Landy raised her hand to stop the adjutant, "No hurry! He himself admitted that the battlefield was full of traps. I don't think the front would be as calm as we saw. Moreover, according to the enemy situation in advance, they still had an infantryman who had never appeared. I suspect they were ambushed in the dense forest on both wings."

"Jeffrey! Where is Jeffrey?" Landy turned her head and shouted twice to the crowd behind her.

"Sir, Baron Jeffrey leads troops to guard the right wing." The adjutant answered Landy.

"Who asked him to protect the flank? We are the attacking party, and he doesn't need to protect the flanks, so I'll transfer Jeffrey to me." Landy knew that the timid frontier baron didn't dare to face this powerful enemy who once ravaged him to pieces again.

After a long time, the adjutant brought Jeffrey, the frontier Baron of Biltenberg, who was sloppy and trivial.

"Jeffrey, do you still recognize the heraldic flag opposite?" Landi said with contempt.

Jeffrey quietly looked up at the army under the gentle slope, and immediately took it back, "Earl~Earl, know."

"Three years ago he made you a laughing stock in the mouths of the nobles. Now the enemy is in front of you. I will give you a chance to regain honor."

Jeffrey was afraid of being beaten by the heraldic flag. He really didn't want to provoke the other party. "Sir, I~ I~ I have less than a hundred people under my command, and they are all peasant soldiers. Even if I rush up, I can't break the enemy's formation."

"I knew you were a useless soft boy! Who made you rush forward? I saw the jungle on the right side of the gap? Take your people around the jungle and look around the jungle. Go immediately!" Earl Landi roared.

Jeffrey was trembling with fear, but he felt relieved that he was just urging the wings instead of rushing forward.

Tragedy was born from this.

When Jeffrey led his hundreds of minions into two teams, he crawled into the jungle, screams, roars, and curses did not stop.

After a long time, Jeffrey's men retreated to the jungle, but many of them were supported or carried back.

When Jeffrey was carried to the central army by his soldiers, there were two spikes on the soles of his feet. The spikes pierced through the soles of his feet, making Jeffrey not even brave enough to pull them out.

"Sir Earl, those bastards are still always cunning. The dense forest is full of traps and pits. This step is a deep pit of pickets. The next step is to put on a rope to the foot, and the next step is to spike the ground under the fallen leaves. A heavy wood or stone is thrown over the head, ah~" Jeffrey roared in pain while describing, trying his best to exaggerate the pain he suffered.

Landy glanced at the poor-acting guy in front of her in disgust and said, "Get out!"

Jeffrey left as if he ran away, with a very light expression.

"Wait!" Landy immediately called the lucky Jeffrey.

"Jeffrey, call me all the moving people in your army to the central position, and let them test the enemy's front again."

"The Earl Guard sent someone to help Baron Jeffrey gather the uninjured soldiers. Baron Jeffrey forgot, let him rest assured to recover his foot injury."

Landy didn't plan to start charging like this, he planned to test the enemy's front again

Looking at the forty or fifty soldiers sent to die on the other side again, Odo was a little puzzled. He leaned against the prisoners who were shot to the ground and still struggled, and chuckled: "Landi is such a brave old bastard. He has tried it once and has to give us dozens of heads. This old bastard who doesn't know how to save."

Speaking, more than forty Swabian infantry rushed into the distance of the Kuokou Army formation by a hundred steps. After all, the one who tested this time was Schwabian, so the crossbowman behind them also followed and prepared to cover the charge.

More than 40 Swabian soldiers raised their spears and shields under the order of the supervising officers and ran into eighty steps. The crossbowman at the end of the military formation behind Yat began to shoot arrows. The Swabian soldiers raised the shield in their hands to block the rain. The two unlucky guys were nailed to a distance of seventy steps.

The Swabian crossbowmen behind the rushing Swabian soldiers also began to shoot at the target. With the advantage of the slightly higher terrain, their arrow rain almost fell on the head of the Deadpool team. The Deadpool team soldiers raised their shields to resist, and Yat and Odo's guards rushed forward to block the arrows.

More than forty Swabian soldiers had already rushed into the front of the formation forty steps, but when they arrived here, their pace suddenly slowed down, and their eyes kept scanning left and right, back and forth.

"Deadpool team, get ahead and drive away!" Yat issued an order behind him.

The eighty Deadpool soldiers behind Yat responded and passed Yat and Odo, and entered the front of the formation with thirty steps to fight the forty Swabian soldiers.

Obviously, the Swabian soldiers were not here to attack the military formation. They encountered Burgundian soldiers more than twenty steps in front of the formation. When they encountered casualties, they immediately withdrew from the battle under the cover of the crossbow team behind them, and ran back to the central position on the gentle slope.

There are no traps in front of the enemy's formation. This is the answer that these dozen Jeffrey's soldiers had their lives exchanged for.

Landy was still uneasy, and he always felt that the gentle slope turf in front of the gap was not that simple.
Chapter completed!