Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 11 Hackland's First Battle

For a long time, the east of the Zaar River has been regarded as a forbidden area.

Among the people from the West, immigrants will not go there, and businessmen will not go there, because those who go there will never return.

And even if they come back, it is often only one or two people who come back.

Then these few survivors will tell their stories of the rest of their lives in a terrified manner. Most of the survivors will leave Hackland forever, and a small number of people will live in Fort Sazar and never go out again.

To the east of the Zaar River is a chaotic area, where the population is dense and the residents are mixed. Large villages and large tribes are not uncommon. Competition for resources is also happening all the time, and fighting between various war gangs is even more common.

Cossacks and nomads, Cossacks and Cossacks, nomads and nomads, the battle between them is happening every moment.

If a caravan rushed into this battlefield rashly, it would be very normal to be robbed.

In comparison, the west of the Zaar River is too stable, but the essence is because the great chiefs and the grand ataman feel that this side is too weak and poor, and they don't even bother to come here.

This is also one of the reasons why Aedirn's colonization went so smoothly without anyone interfering.

Those warlords had no idea that such a force would suddenly appear in the west, and when they noticed, the people of Aedirn had gained a firm foothold.

And with the arrival of Herme, as more and more businessmen came to Hackland across the Blue Mountains, the situation changed.

Everyone suddenly discovered why there are so many good products coming out of that poor place.

Then go and see, hey, why is such a town built.

The news is constantly fermenting on the grassland. As I said before, no one has done anything, the strength of the opponent is unknown, and the old friends around are staring at each other. No one is willing to be the first to try.

This created a strange peace. Several Cossack war gangs and Haklan tribes planned to do it, but because of the old friends who were also planning to do it, no one dared to do it.

This is also the reason why Fort Sazar is so peaceful. At first, Herme thought that the impact would come soon, but he couldn't wait no matter what, so he started hunting demons in the territory to build his reputation.

It's just that everyone saw the wealth of Fort Sazar, which made everyone more and more excited. Finally, some people couldn't help it, and some people took action under everyone's gaze.

Since the Zal River constituted the border of Heme's territory, Heme had sentries and bonfires deployed at every shoal and crossing of the river to detect any possible enemies.

Therefore, the enemy was discovered as soon as they crossed the river, and they did not intend to hide their whereabouts. They crossed the river very carelessly, just watching the sentry raise the bonfire like that.

In other words, this is exactly the effect they want, announcing their arrival.

As the black smoke rose, the residents of Fort Sazar were stunned for a moment, and then all the people who were still outside the city wall rushed into the city frantically.

Although these days when I came to Hackland, the land was very peaceful, but the residents never forgot what to do, and don't forget, they are a combination of refugees and locals.

The guards of Fort Sazar were obviously inexperienced in the face of this scene. Even if there were no traces of enemies outside the city, they subconsciously closed the gate, which locked many people out.

People crowded under the door helplessly, they were swaying in a daze, cursing at the soldiers on the tower.

Fortunately, the enemy did not appear, otherwise the situation would be out of control. Most people just waited on the spot, and no bad incidents occurred.

Until Herme's guards arrived, they yelled at the soldiers to open the city gate, and then led the residents into the city.

"How's the situation? How's the situation?"

Taking the helmet that Viator handed over, Herme said while putting it on.

"The scouts have gone!"

Jerry answered at the top of his voice to drown out the cacophony of voices.

On the other side, more soldiers were climbing the walls, carrying bows and light crossbows.

"Marondo, hurry up and organize the militia, the things in the armory should be used."

"Yes!"

Marondo then called the men to get the equipment.

Dunvar and his kin were the first militiamen to be armed, and the dwarves came to the walls in mail and chain mail, and the solid appearance of the dwarves in armor made them look very reliable.

After a while, more militiamen arrived. Most of them wore steel helmets and breastplates. Their long-term and persistent training made them look like soldiers. Although they didn't look very good, they were enough to hold on to the city wall.

The faces of the militiamen were tense. They didn't know what kind of enemy they were facing. The fear brought about by the unknown was the greatest. In fact, other people also had such emotions more or less, but they were more hidden. That's all.

The Cossacks and nomads who moved into Sazarburg looked eager to try, and war was a part of life for them.

So these people are not afraid at all, but are looking forward to it, looking forward to performing on the battlefield.

"how is the situation?"

Hemei stood beside Dunwa and the others. The dwarves were adjusting their weapons, and they were surrounding a bed crossbow to adjust its status.

"There is no problem, let them come, the bed crossbow will teach them a profound lesson."

Dunwa blew on his beard and promised confidently.

Herme nodded, and then looked outside the city. There were harvested fields, which looked bare, with several farmer's huts scattered among the fields.

Originally, Herme planned to burn those houses down, but considering that the shooting range was already wide, it was better not to do such a dishonorable thing.

Soon, under Herme's gaze, the scouts sent to investigate appeared in everyone's field of vision.

It's just that the condition of the scout is very bad, it can even be said to be very bad, the whole person looks very embarrassed, there are obvious signs of fighting on his body, and blood keeps dripping on the ground.

Herme remembered this man. He was a refugee from Sintra. In Sintra, he was a messenger of the royal family, and in Hackland he became a scout.

Worse things happened the next moment, for an arrow flew from behind him and pierced his neck, and the Cintraan who had escaped the sword of the black saber died.

The enemy finally appeared in front of them. First of all, a group of cavalry archers with spears and scimitars on their horses, and bows and arrows. These are relatively wealthy Cossacks.

Among these Cossack cavalry, there are also many Harkland cavalry archers. They are dressed in typical nomads, wrapped in fur clothing, with weapons on their waists, and riding bows on their saddles.

And behind them, there are a large number of Cossack infantry with short spears and infantry bows. They are dressed in different clothes. Some of them came wearing their usual work clothes, and some of them put a simple armor on their button-breasted coats. , and some people are directly shirtless.

These people looked at Sazarburg with contempt in their eyes, as if they could take this town in the next moment.

The Cossacks quickly stopped outside the range of the bows and arrows. They showed off their military appearance as if they were showing off their might, and many people kept yelling at Fort Saza.

They set fire to the farmer's huts outside the city walls, black smoke rose into the sky, and the shouts of these fellows became more excited.

Originally, Herme thought that this scene would only last for a while, and then they would start to attack, but it turned out that he was completely wrong, and it was still a big mistake, and they still shouted there.

"What is this doing?"

Herme frowned, "Demonstrating? Do they think this can make us lose confidence?"

"This is a tradition on the prairie."

Dunwa touched the bowstring of the heavy crossbow in his hand. The dwarf's crossbow can be said to be the best in the whole city.

"By showing force to make the other side submit, sometimes the grassland will use this method to resolve conflicts. Now the other side is probably waiting for us to take the initiative to send envoys. I think these guys probably want to extort some goods. I'm still here. I wondered when this day would come, but I didn't expect it to come later than expected."

"Give in? Fuck me, let those guys wait there. There are only more than 1000 people down here, and you want to take Sazarburg?"

As an officer, Hemei is very clear about how to count the number of troops. After seeing the whole picture of the enemy's army, he can basically figure out how many people there are.

Now there are at most 500 people under the city wall, and Sazar Fort plus the militia has 520 soldiers, not including the Sazar Fort Cossacks who are on the road. The enemy below has no siege equipment, and Sazar Fort must be able to defend of.

Moreover, Herme has always been aware of the surrounding situation. He is very clear that those guys on the west side of the Zaar River are watching this team and watching how Herme responds.

It is precisely because of this that he cannot bow his head to these people, because if he bows his head, those people will think that Fort Sazar is weak and deceitful, and more people will come here to threaten and blackmail, and there will be more crazy guys who want to loot When the idea comes, his territory will then be plunged into chaos and war.

So Herme was wasting with the guys below, and in the battle line of the Cossack war gang, it seemed that because of waiting too long, a rider broke away from the line and started shouting at the city wall.

The language he uses is also the lingua franca, but there are a lot of local dialects mixed in, and he can barely understand it.

The meaning of the words is very simple, let Sazaburg immediately hand over a huge amount of goods in exchange for their departure.

The rider was very proud, and he said it was like a great favor to them, which made everyone on the wall even more annoyed, while the Cossacks laughed.

If it weren't for the city wall, it is estimated that some emotional guys would have rushed out, such as the Cossack settlers in Fort Sazar.

"What about the Ballista, kill that guy."

Hemei gave the order with a livid face, and Dunwa immediately got busy, the ballista was beside him, and the dwarf was its operator.

With the roar of the ballista, the rider was thrown directly from the horse by the sudden shot of the ballista, and then was nailed to the ground.

He was not dead yet, so he let out a creepy howl, and the Cossacks were also deterred by this scene, and fell silent for a while.

For a while, there was only the wailing of that unfortunate guy in the air, until an archer couldn't stand it any longer, and ended his life with a bow and arrow.

Dunwa and his compatriots cheered, which was harsh in the circumstances, and it did anger the enemy.

There was a sound of horns among the enemy troops, and Herme seemed to hear some panic from it, and then the Cossacks charged towards the city wall.

The riders quickly came to the moat and shot arrows at the city wall. This scared the militiamen to hide for a while, but then got up to fight back amidst Jerry's roar.

The enemy's arrows only looked powerful, most of the arrows hit the battlements, and only a handful of elites could hit the militiamen.

The dwarves, relying on their thick armor, stood fearlessly on top of the wall and fought back with their bows and crossbows.

In stark contrast, many riders fell under the arrows and crossbows falling from the city wall, and the little armor on them obviously could not allow them to block the attack.

Some of the riders threw the rope over the wooden wall, and all tugged together.

In their war experience, this was very effective against wooden walls, but they found that they couldn't be dragged no matter how they were dragged-the dwarves' wooden walls were not so easy to be dragged down.

The infantry soon came under the city wall. Arrows and ballistas could not stop them from advancing, but they only suffered some casualties.

Although these infantry saw their comrades crucified to the ground, they still advanced without fear.

The foot fighters built a ladder with grassland characteristics under the city wall. It is mainly made of long tree stumps with short boards for climbing. Its biggest advantage is that it is easy to make.

It was obviously not the first time for them to use this thing, and they climbed up very skillfully, and they would be on the city wall in a short while.

Some Cossacks used their claws to climb the city walls, looking very masculine, and it was obvious that they often did this.

Then they ushered in spears and knives. The defenders would not watch the enemy ascend the city like this. The battle began immediately. People kept screaming and falling, but soon someone took the position of the fallen.

Under Hemei's order, the defenders also poured gold juice, and dealt a ruthless blow to the enemy.

The scene where the golden juice was poured down could be said to be extremely cruel, people struggled in the boiling juice and wailed miserably.

However, a scene that surprised Herme happened. In such a tragic situation, the Cossacks did not fail. Instead, they rushed forward with a ruthless will, as if those deaths did not exist at all.

In Hackland, death has always been an extremely common event. They have seen even more tragic deaths in battle, not to mention that some people will cruelly torture prisoners of war afterwards to show their authority and vent their anger. It's a trivial matter, not enough to shake morale.

The Cossacks quickly ascended the city and fought with the Westerners on the city wall. Their offensive was so fierce that even Herme had to personally join the battle.

Damn, it can't be like this.

He thought of it as he used the long sword owl to remove half of the head of the man wearing the cuffed fur hat.

Not far from him, Dunwa and his compatriots formed a small shield around the ballista. They were like iron turtles. Those Cossacks couldn't beat them no matter how they attacked, but they were constantly killed instead.

He saw the dwarf split between the Cossack's legs, and saw the sudden sound of the bed crossbow, nailing the enemy outside to the ground.

But other places are not so good. There are more and more Cossacks rushing up the city wall. The organization is also in place, and the front line has long been broken.

The militiamen formed the forest of spears, piercing into a sieve all fools who dared to rush in recklessly. Jerry and Marondo formed the core of the soldiers. It was their persistence and shouting that the battle line could be maintained.

The Cossacks and their opponents were fighting for their lives. Hemei's eyelids twitched when he saw these light armored and even unarmored people fighting there. It can only be said that this group of people is really desperate.

The battle situation in front of him was completely unexpected by Herme. These guys are actually so ruthless in fighting.

Leader, leader of the enemy!
Hemei suddenly thought of a way to end the unfavorable scene in front of him, that is to kill their Ataman.

With the fighting style of the Cossack warband he knew, the ataman would definitely take the lead, but the question is where to find the ataman of this group of people?

Just as Hemei was looking around, a Cossack ran behind him at some point, holding a short spear and preparing to attack Hemei.

This person is not very old, he probably just came of age, judging by his expression, he probably already thought of the glory that killing the leader of the enemy can give him...

But then his throat was slit.

A soldier dressed as a prairie warrior rushed to Hemei's side. He saw the iron mask on this person's face, and he couldn't recognize his identity at all.

But the matter was not over yet. Many Cossacks had already noticed Heme and discovered the person who had given orders on the city wall before. They wanted to remove Herme's head and use it to prove their glory.

And then, the samurai used the scimitar in his hand to show Herme a grand scene of killing.

Herme could hardly see how the scimitar was being swung, because in just a few breaths, those Cossacks fell to the ground and howled.

The samurai didn't kill any of them, just chopped off their hands.

The warrior didn't finish his movements, and then he rushed towards the place where the enemies gathered. Seeing this scene, everyone in the vicinity, including Herme, bravely rushed forward with him.

Led by this powerful warrior, they swept away the enemies on the city wall like a whirlwind.

The attacking Cossacks kept retreating. They never expected that such a powerful swordsman would appear.

Herme was guarding the swordsman's flanks, but it seemed that the warrior didn't really need this protection, and Herme could barely keep up with his advancing speed.

However, he still killed many enemies, and his body was covered with blood.

And after he beheaded a Cossack in double chain mail, he found all his enemies terrified.

They fled down the wall in a hurry, but many were still nailed to the wall.

This scene made Herme completely puzzled, and it took a while to react, and looked at the person he had just killed.

Seeing his attire and seeing the embroidered coat over the armor, Hemei understood that he just killed the ataman of this group of people.

The Cossacks are brave, but without the Ataman, their combat effectiveness will be lost in an instant.

Next, Herme and the samurai whose face was covered by iron mask looked at each other.

And seeing those eyes, those eyes with animal-like vertical pupils, seeing the smile in them, Hemei understood who it was, but he didn't say anything.

Everyone else looked at the swordsman in awe. The swordsmanship shown by this person is so powerful, it is really awe-inspiring.

Hemei would not say the name of the person in front of him. If he revealed the identity of the person in front of him here, it would be pushing others into the fire pit. Others wear masks because they are afraid of being recognized by others. He will not do such a thing.

And beyond the walls at this moment, the enemy is routing, fleeing from the battlefield, but a team stands in their way.

It was a Cossack attached to Fort Sazar.

They charged into the ranks of the defeated, and what followed was a massacre.

"Damn, these bastards, it's really time."

Seeing the Cossacks slaughtering the enemy outside the city wall, Jerry, who was covered in blood, slammed on the wall angrily. A large part of his shoulder armor was now dented, obviously from a hard blow.

"Let's clean up the battlefield." Herme just shook her head, not wanting to talk about this topic here, "The matter is not over yet, we still have to clean up the battlefield."

(End of this chapter)