In the south, in the wheat fields of the plains that had just been harvested outside a village, the melee of hundreds of cavalry gradually subsided.

In the wheat fields, there are fragmented corpses of war horses and cavalry everywhere in the wasteland. The heavy smoke above the battlefield is particularly dazzling in the morning sun. Even the blood in the sky is covered by the pungent smell that spreads the battlefield.

Wearing light and heavy armor, wearing wolf-patterned burqa, and holding legion flags, the Wells Legion cavalry ran in the open field, chasing the Lombardy cavalry who had no time to run; a few slightly wounded cavalrymen were grouped in groups of three or five, and brought the Lombardy cavalry who had dismounted and surrendered in a low-lying field in the plain. In the large area of ​​low-lying fields, there were already 170 to 80 Lombardy cavalry with horror.

The battle here started half an hour ago. Four hundred energetic Lombardians rushed towards the Wells Legion's headquarters in the sky, but caught up with the 120 Wells Legion cavalry led by Lusinion.

In the face of absolute military advantage, the Lombards had no worries, and four hundred war horses rushed towards one hundred and twenty Burgundian cavalry in a deafening pace.

Surprising the Lombards, facing the impact of several times the enemy cavalry, the Burgundian cavalry actually rode their horses to hedge, as if they were going to hit the stone with eggs.

However, when the two cavalry teams were more than a hundred steps apart, the Burgundian cavalry suddenly had something extra in their hands, something with thick smoke.

The cavalry hedges, and the distance of a hundred steps is only in a blink of an eye.

Without any reaction, the Burgundian cavalry formations separated, forming two jaw-like rows, flanking the left and right sides of the Lombardy cavalry formation.

Then, more than fifty iron bombs were thrown out by the Burgundian cavalry passing by. The iron bombs emitting thick smoke rolled into the formation of the Lombardy cavalry, and many were flying in the air.

The Lombardy cavalry stared at the iron eggs flying over in a confusion...

Boom boom boom......

Dozens of bursting flames and huge shock waves ravaged the Lombardy cavalry camp.

People call and horses neigh, cry and shout, and corpses are broken everywhere.

Before the Lombardy cavalry could come back to their senses, the Burgundy cavalry who had been regained their bodies threw fifty iron bombs again, and another shocking series of loud noises and smoke of fire and gunpowder all over the sky...

The Lombardy cavalry were killed and injured by the bombing on the spot. A large number of cavalrymen who were stunned by the bombing stayed on the battlefield, and there were still war horses running around without heads; less than a hundred cavalrymen followed the frightened war horses and immediately fled from the battlefield.

A great victory in cavalry battle.

While the cavalry victory was a great victory, the hand-to-hand battle in the Wells Legion camp also came to an end.

Two thousand Wells Legion soldiers fought against two thousand Lombardy soldiers who were raiding overnight. They were prepared and the elites fought against the tired soldiers.

The Wells Legion quickly gained the initiative on the battlefield. After being strangled for 200, the remaining more than 1,800 elite Lombardy Guard troops were forced to shrink into a group and form a formation to protect themselves.

Of course, the reason why these 1,800 soldiers can still form formations to protect themselves was because Yat issued an order to temporarily suspend the attack.

Yat did not intend to give Von Bealun a chance to breathe, but the army could fight after a night of attack. The soldiers were still elite. Yat was determined to surrender. What's more important is that Yat didn't want to force this army into a trapped beast. Once a person loses his hope of life and becomes a wild beast, the madness of a near-death struggle will increase casualties among his soldiers.

Now that the troops in hand are not sufficient, I really dare not waste them like this.

Sure enough, after the surrounding Burgundian soldiers stopped advancing, the extreme fear and madness in the eyes of the Lombardy soldiers in the formation gradually faded away. After several failed attempts to break through, they slowly calmed down with doubts.

When the machine was ripe, Yat immediately ordered the soldiers to gather the encirclement and squeeze the inner defense line of the Lombards little by little. Then he came to the front of the Lombards in person.

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Ron was worried that Yat would enter the Lombardian formation alone, so he repeatedly told six personal guards to follow closely and resist the enemy's hidden arrows at any time.

Ron's concern was not redundant. Yat had just appeared in front of the enemy formation, and two crossbows had already pointed at his head without armor.

However, the Earl Guard of Att was not a decoration, and the two ignorant guys were immediately pierced by four or five sharp arrows and died.

"Dear Lombardy brothers." Att was not affected at all, and shouted loudly to the enemy in Lombardy.

Several Lombardy soldiers and general interpreters around Yat yelled loudly so that more Lombardy soldiers could hear Yat's voice.

"I am the Earl of Atwood Wells, the Faith of Burgundy, the Faith of France."

"But I am also the great-grandson of William Wells, the "founding hero" of Lombardy, the grandson of Wood Wells, the "North Warrior" of Wood Wells, the son of Arthur Wells, the "Judicialist" of Arthur Wells, and the successor of the Baron of Wellsburg, the Principality of Lombardy."

A long list of names was reported, and the Lombards were stunned. Most of them thought that the owner of this Burgundian army was a Burgundian barbarian who did everything, but they did not expect that the other party was actually a Lombard.

After a moment of pause, when the translators finished sending the message, he continued: "Ten years ago, the Wells family was wronged and destroyed; ten years later, I rushed to the south and fought for the honor of the family."

"Many of you have no feud with me. I am guaranteed by the reputation of the ancestors of the Welles family. As long as you abandon your weapons and surrender, I will treat you with the courtesy of a warrior, whether you are a lord or a soldier."

As soon as this was said, the Lombardy soldiers began to loosen. In such a dangerous place, survival was the greatest grace, especially those ordinary soldiers who did not have the halo of nobles.

"Shut up! You damn heresy!" Von Bilun rushed out of the formation under dozens of personal guards and scolded Att, who was persuading to surrender.

Yat looked at the old man covered in blood in the armor. In the battle just now, at least two soldiers fell under his sword. It was really admirable that he had such a brave combat power at such a young age.

"Earl of Von Bellon, you're so proud of your head." Att pulled his sword out of the sheath, and pointed the sword straight at Von Bellon, "Mr. Von Bellon, you were also a knight under the bastard of Von Bellon back then. Now you have become a vassal by burning, killing, looting for the devil robber. How about it? Have you been often burned by the fire of purgatory in your dreams over the years?"

Von Bilun doesn't take this trick at all. "Say less nonsense that you don't have. If you have the ability, attack in. I'll see if your teeth have the hardness of the steel sword in my hands."

Yat blinked, it seemed that the old guy was planning to resist stubbornly.

"My brothers of Lombardy soldiers, Von Bellun decided to bring you all to the funeral. Those who want to survive should immediately put down their weapons and raise their hands to go out. I have prepared hot stew and beer for everyone." After that, Yat pointed to a place outside the encirclement, and more than a dozen smokes of cooking smoke rose.

A soldier was moved and rushed all night. He was exhausted and had a vain in his stomach. He was reborn in the face of the God of Death. At this moment, he still had the honor of the warrior. He immediately threw the single-edged sword in his hand to the ground and slowly walked out of the formation.

Just after taking a few steps, two light armored soldiers holding broad swords rushed out from behind. They looked like they were Von Bellun's personal guards or earl private soldiers.

The two of them kicked over the surrendered soldier, stepped forward and stepped on the soldier's neck, and pierced his body with a sword.

Immediately, a team of soldiers surged out of the Lombard formation. They drew their swords and angrily scolded their soldiers, threatening them not to surrender.

Yat had no intention of persuading him again, so he waved his hand to greet his personal soldiers and muttered a few words in a low voice.

After a while, Roger, the captain of the Wells Legion Grenadier Company, squeezed into the encirclement with five grenadiers holding bombs.

"Brave Lombardy soldiers, I'll give you some good guys." Rog said with a grim smile to the group of Lombardy elites who came out to suppress the soldiers.

A few guys immediately exclaimed, "Thunder bomb! Thunder bomb!!"

When dealing with the blocking army that came out of Fengxi Fort last night, these Lombard soldiers had the honor of seeing an iron egg that exploded in the air.

In an instant, the iron egg, which was as big as a fist, burst out and thundered, and then all the soldiers around him were knocked down, and the two closest guys were blown into bloody men on the spot.

Afterwards, they reported to Feng Bilun, who just thought that there was a thunder in the sky at that time and scolded the soldiers who reported.

Because of its power and terrifying, the soldiers under Marl, who rarely contacted bombs, were improperly operated and killed one soldier on the spot, so Marl only used one bomb. Therefore, he knew that the power of the iron bomb was only a very small number of Lombard soldiers.

When most people watched the iron balls emitting thick smoke flew over, they didn't understand why the Burgundians who were facing each other fifty or sixty steps away had to bend over and crawl on the ground. These Lombard soldiers just subconsciously raised their shields and swords in their hands to block them.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

boom!!

Five earth-shaking loud noises accompanied by the flying broken limbs and broken arms and broken swords all over the sky...

The rising sun that day turned into a dazzling scarlet, and more than 1,700 elite troops from the northern Lombardy Guards surrendered.

Von Bilun was carried out by his personal soldiers. Unfortunately, he was penetrated by the explosion of shrapnel and the iron piece smashed his ribs...

That morning, seven or eight hundred people were left to clean the battlefield and guard the prisoners of war. The Wells Legion distributed a thousand elite troops, led by Angus, and rushed to Santia City before the news of the enemy's defeat could be transmitted back to the rear.

Ten miles from Santia City, we encountered the remaining troops of the Guard Army who went north to support the raid as planned.

Von Bilun took away almost all the elite troops in the Guard Army, and the remaining two thousand were basically servants and auxiliary soldiers.

Faced with the sudden appearance of Burgundy army, more than 2,000 Lombardy soldiers immediately exploded the camp. Except for less than 500 Lombardy soldiers who resisted a little, most of the remaining soldiers threw away their armor and fled southward.

The deserter did not forget to rob Santia with the city guards. When Angus led the forward to rush into Santia, the city was already in chaos.
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