Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 231 After you sing, I will appear on stage

"They're starting to attack."

Baron Regulo stood on a platform in front of the window of the Baron's Castle, from where he had a clear view of the battle ahead.

The armored infantry were advancing slowly, and the archers were suppressing the guards on the city walls by shooting from a distance. This tactic had no disadvantages, but it also had no advantages.

He happened to recognize the two flags at the back; they were the family emblems of two earls in the North.

This means that the other side has at least two counts as vanguards to attack the small town of Kalia.

However, when the opponent's attack became a fait accompli, his heart calmed down.

"Father, will we win?"

The speaker was Baron Regulo's squire, an apprentice knight, and his only son, Beck.

The boy, who was only fourteen years old, wore an iron helmet that was obviously too big for him. He looked at the city wall where the fighting had already begun with a nervous expression. The knuckles of his hand holding the sword had turned white, and it was not known whether it was due to the cold.

Regulo glanced at his only son and patted him on the shoulder: "Baker, you are already an adult and my only heir. Although there are still many shortcomings, I hope you can remember the family motto - never give up. When you are afraid of losing, you have already lost."

"The northern barbarians will definitely break through that weak wall, and the battle will then take place in the alley leading to the castle."

"We can arrange for soldiers to ambush in the houses on both sides in advance, let the archers hide on the roofs, and by the way, let a team of cavalry ambush in the training ground behind the castle."

"You go and pass the message."

The latter immediately nodded solemnly.

"Remember, come back here immediately after delivering the order."

"Yes, father." Baker looked a little disappointed.

He also wanted to command the soldiers to fight the enemy and let his father know that he was no longer the ignorant kid he used to be, but obviously all that was in vain.

"Your arrangement doesn't seem to reflect the spirit of 'never give up' at all."

Next to Regulo there was a hunched over man wearing a brown hood. When he took off the hood, a face with white hair and beard was revealed. He was holding a magic wand in his hand and had a half-smile on his face.

"Humph, I only know that if you die, you will lose everything. Living has infinite possibilities. Never giving up means that even if you have nothing, you can regain everything." Regulo snorted coldly and glanced at the old man beside him: "Besides, Damon's so-called support has not arrived until now. What on earth is he doing with the undead?"

"Haha." The old man laughed twice and didn't answer.

"Wait a minute, it's time for you to show off." Regulo was too lazy to ask more questions. It was meaningless to ask these questions now. He might as well ask what the taste of these northern barbarians was.

"As you wish." The old man nodded slightly.

Most people in Debe believe in the Three Gods of Justice, the North believes in the Goddess of Ice and Snow, while the Royal Court and the East believe in the Goddess of Holy Light, and the South naturally believes in the so-called Mother Goddess of the Earth.

This old man is a clergyman of the Southern Mother Goddess Church and also a spellcaster.

The three people who came to support were all spellcasters from the Church of the Mother Goddess. They were stationed here together with Kalia's soldiers and were also the source of Reguluo's confidence.

Magicians are not just small soldiers. Apart from those wandering magicians with no background and only know a few tricks, 90% of magicians come from the church.

The Iseli family is the most powerful and richest noble family in the South. The headquarters of the Church of the Mother Goddess is built in Cologne, and the spellcasters inside are truly a gathering of heroes.

However, these magicians have a considerable degree of freedom, and even the Duke of the Southern Territory does not dare to say that he can mobilize half of the spellcasters.

There is no doubt about their power. Now that three spellcasters have gathered in the small town of Kalia, it will definitely have unexpected effects.

It’s just that Regulo likes to leave a way out for himself.

The attack from the North was swift. The infantrymen held up their shields and formed a shield formation to block the javelins and arrows from above, providing protection for a dozen strong men who were shouting slogans.

The thick log that was cut down temporarily had a pointed end. The Northern soldiers held the log and roared, and rammed the small city gate in front of them again and again, which seemed to be vulnerable.

If they were facing Cologne's city gate, which was dozens of blades high, made of pure gold and said to be impregnable, then their behavior was undoubtedly like ants trying to move the mountain in front of them.

But now he was facing only the gate of a small town, which was made entirely of hardwood and only covered with a layer of copper on the surface.

Therefore, this crude siege method is definitely sufficient.

However, as the defenders, Kalia's soldiers had a natural advantage. The archers stood in the most advantageous position, and they rained waves of arrows down on the enemy from above, reaping the lives of the unarmored soldiers.

However, even the armored infantrymen were not safe and sound. They were located under the city walls and had to endure the cold water constantly pouring down from above.

Their shields could protect against falling rocks and their armor could protect against arrows, but they could not protect against water that could penetrate their bodies through the cracks.

At this time when the sky and the earth were covered in white, the bitingly cold water seeped in through the gaps in their armor, making their close-fitting cotton jackets as heavy as lead, greatly slowing down their movements.

What's even more terrible is that the cold water is no less than making them sleep with ice cubes in their arms. Therefore, once some unlucky guys have their armor soaked by the cold water, it won't take long for them to become frozen to the point of turning blue in the face and becoming stiff all over.

If you don't keep warm in time, you will definitely die of hypothermia.

However, the stalemate between the two sides did not last long. A team of armored knights soon joined the battlefield. The leader was wearing extremely fine and heavy full-body Mirian plate armor, even his face was covered tightly.

This kind of plate armor was made by the most famous blacksmith master in Wangtinggonda, and it is said that it also contains Orichalcum steel.

This makes the armor not only indestructible, but also able to perfectly guide the fighting spirit, making its loss almost zero.

It is rumored that the price of a set of armor reached two thousand gold grams, and it was still in short supply.

This knight was most likely one of the attacking earls.

The earl, who was a master of martial arts and had a strong fighting spirit, held a two-handed sword in his hand and slashed at the city gate with a roar. Blue fighting spirit flew out from the sword, causing wood chips to fly and instantly creating a hole.

This simple city gate let out its last mournful cry and was slammed open with a bang.

The morale of the Northern soldiers increased greatly, and they advanced forward with roars. The fully armed knights in the lead made it so that Kalia and other temporary militiamen had no power to resist at all, and they were slaughtered wantonly.

They began to collapse, fleeing in all directions with shit and urine flying everywhere.

Regulo was not surprised at all. These soldiers defending the city were temporarily recruited by him from the civilians a month ago. It was simply a pipe dream to rely on this group of militiamen who didn't even have leather armor to resist the enemy's elite knights.

"Our knights are definitely not weaker than the other side."

Baker, who had just arrived after delivering the order, said this firmly, as if to cheer himself up, but no one paid any attention to him.

"Do we need to take action now?" The old man's name was Kramo. He looked at the fighting in the distance with a calm gaze, as if he was watching a group of jumping ants.

If the fighting knights are all arrogant, with the arrogance that they are the best in the world in martial arts, then most of the magicians who have mastered the powerful elemental forces regard these civilians without magic as bugs that can be easily killed.

Arrogance and arrogance are obviously their bywords. Cramer is obviously one of them.

Even a Fighting Knight is nothing more than a stronger ant in his eyes.

Regulo stared at the other party's movements until he entered the alley leading here as expected, then he smiled slightly: "No, it's not time yet. The bird hasn't entered the cage yet, how can you lower the cage door?"

……

On the other side, Count Tess, who had a smooth journey, led his men into the alley. Looking at the soldiers wearing fine leather armor and holding elite weapons rushing out from the houses on both sides, he showed an expected look on his face.

Those militiamen outside were obviously a decoy; the enemy's real main force was deployed here to ambush them.

"Hahaha, this Baron Regulo is probably only good at these little tricks."

He laughed loudly, his heart finally settled down, and he swung his sword.

"My warriors, kill all these southerners and let that lion hunter see how brave the northerners are!"

Roar!
The two sides collided fiercely. Unlike the massacre-like excitement just now, as soon as they came into contact, each side knew that the other was a tough and difficult person.

Count Tess still maintained a steady and cautious rhythm. The front line was advanced step by step by armored infantry holding shields. Archers and the enemy's roofs exchanged fire, each trying to suppress the other, resulting in losses on both sides.

He didn't care at all about some of the arrows that were attacking him. These weak arrows couldn't even leave a mark on his armor.

The enemy did have more elite soldiers than the militiamen just now, but that was all. Whether in terms of numbers or morale, the enemy was clearly inferior.

The battle line began to advance, and the enemy began to retreat. No matter how hard they tried, they could not be stopped here.

Looking at the castle getting closer and closer, he felt as if the fruits of victory were within his grasp, and his thoughts began to fly.

Now all his soldiers were crowded in this alley. If the enemy had a large catapult or a spellcaster, it would definitely inflict an unimaginable blow on them.

"What a shame! How can a mere baron possess a spellcaster?"

Tess shook his head, getting rid of this unrealistic idea.

Even though he was a count, he failed to recruit a powerful magician.

What about an abandoned baron?
That's right, in Tess's opinion, this baron was definitely abandoned by Damon. Facing the army marching south, he was still the only one stationed in this border town.

"But isn't this just what I want? The baron had better be prepared..."

He looked up at the castle, already imagining how much treasure the baron had and how much ransom the other party had prepared, but the next moment his face was filled with horror as if he had seen the undead.

……

After seeing most of the enemy soldiers rushing into the alley completely defenseless, Baron Regulo breathed a sigh of relief. The matter was already half done at this point. He turned his head and looked at the clergy of the Mother Goddess Church next to him.

"Master Cramer, I'll leave it to you from now on."

"Just a bunch of regular people. They're going to regret setting foot here."

Kramer turned and left with two hooded clergymen, leaving behind a sinister smile.

The Philosopher's Stone on his wand glowed a brown light, deep and striking.

It also brought a bit of self-confidence to Regulo.

……

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that Earl Tess actually has such a high level of fighting spirit cultivation."

Levi held a telescope and watched with great interest.

To be honest, he thought these nobles were all pleasure-seeking wastes.

"Levi, this is your prejudice. Basically, all nobles have cultivated fighting spirit, and the more powerful they are, the more advanced their fighting spirit is. Although they can't be compared with the guard knights who specialize in cultivating fighting spirit."

An Dao, who was beside him, was cracking melon seeds at ease and explaining, "Why else would you think that aristocrats would be aristocrats?"

"Our Duke Flinna became a duke because of his extremely high fighting spirit and amazing wisdom."

Levi nodded perfunctorily without commenting.

He could not refute the fact that Florina had a high level of fighting spirit, but he completely scoffed at the claim that she was intelligent.

If it weren't for Lord Li, this woman would have died in the wilderness long ago.

An Dao threw the melon seed shells in his hand into the snow, clapped his hands and stood up from a wooden stake: "By the way, have you seen enough? When is my turn?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, it will be done soon." The lord said this, but he had no intention of putting down the telescope at all.

Ever since Tess led his men into Kalia, the city walls blocked most of the view, and Levi could only judge the battle situation through the enemy's archers deployed on the roofs.

But there was no doubt that the archers on the opponent's roof were like targets, being shot off the roof one by one, and Tess was obviously advancing in an orderly manner.

But at this moment...

boom!
Several loud noises were heard from the small town of Kalia, and they could even feel a slight earthquake from a thousand steps away.

Looking closely, several tall figures appeared in the small town of Kalia, and only the upper half of their rock-like bodies could be barely seen.

"Mad, we saw the undead. Where did you get these stone giants?"

Levi slammed the telescope into Count Ando's hand and shouted so loudly that the snow on the pine trees next to him fell to the ground. Now, even without the telescope, one could see the tall stone giants.

The two looked at each other and their expressions became solemn. The thing they least wanted to see finally happened.

With the appearance of these stone giants of unknown origin, the troops that had already rushed into the town of Kalia were driven out like a stray dog ​​in just a hundred beats.

"Gus, go and take some people to provide support." The lord had no choice but to order the team of troops that were ready to go and provide support.

He could watch Tess deplete his troops, but he could not watch the other side being chased and killed, leading to a defeat and attacking the main force's formation.

After all, the enemy did not dare to leave the city and fight in the field with troops that were obviously superior to their own. Thanks to this, Tess and his soldiers only retreated and did not suffer a rout.

"Damn it, I've been tricked!"

Count Tess tore off his helmet, revealing a large dent on his chest area of ​​the indestructible Milian plate armor. He shed a pool of thick blood and gasped heavily, looking extremely miserable.

(End of this chapter)