Throne of the North.

Chapter 92: Surrounded by the Army
The speed at which Count Weiss's army and the army of the nobles around Viscount Miles arrived was as fast as the panic of these nobles.

Just as Ryan said, Viscount Miles could not bear the food pressure of 5,000 soldiers, and did not send the earl's army to Lingdu City, but directly arrived at the edge of Baron Barnes' territory.

At this time, Ryan had just completed the initial construction of the defense line.

Riding a warhorse and standing at the forefront of the army, Artel Weiss was full of vigor and anger at the same time.

“Charge! Capture that damned Frozen Baron to me. I will make him pay back the humiliation he inflicted on me a hundredfold!”

Following his order, a large number of slave soldiers on this flat land began to rush forward holding various "enchanted" weapons. However, after running just a hundred meters, the slave soldiers in the front stepped on empty air one by one and fell forward.

In the big pits, sharp wooden spikes pierced the bodies of the slaves. Blood and screams mixed in their mouths, making the slave soldiers who were originally clamoring to charge extremely frightened, and their running steps stopped at this moment.

The slave soldiers looked at each other, all hesitating to move forward.

The enemy in front of them was real, and the death of their fellow soldiers was clearly visible. They did not want to die, and even the count's slave soldiers could not change the chaos of discipline.

In the back, Artel looked angry.

"These damn slaves should all be hanged on trees."

"Ash, get your soldiers forward."

Behind Artel, a knight with secret patterns carved on his armor walked out. He was tall, and even Artel, who was riding a warhorse, was only half a body taller than him.

At this moment, the knight covered in armor was waving a huge butcher knife. The bloody smell of the butcher knife made Atel couldn't help but shrink his head.

The guards wearing leather armor began to advance slowly, and their spears forced the slave soldiers in front to move forward.

Faced with the imminent oppression of death, the slave soldiers could only push and shove forward, layer after layer, and the slave soldiers in the front could only move forward.

They moved very slowly because they were afraid that there was a deep pit ahead of them and if they fell into it they would be pierced by the wooden thorns.

But the speed of pushing from behind was getting faster and faster, and finally, the person in the front missed the opportunity again.

"what!!!"

The screams caused great confusion among the surrounding slaves, but the regular troops in the rear could not bear it any longer.

"Charge, you damned bastards! Charge!"

There were knights roaring and whipping the slaves, and the group of slave soldiers started running again.

Screams rang out one after another, and finally, after hundreds of potholes were cleared, the army was finally able to walk on flat land.

Just because of fear, their charge speed was still slow.

What was Ryan doing at this time?

He looked at the army rushing towards him and counted in his mind.

"One hundred, two hundred, five hundred..."

Finally, he frowned.

“The number is wrong.”

"There are only three or four thousand troops here at most. Where are the rest?"

Ryan had just finished speaking when suddenly, behind them, cavalrymen galloped towards them at high speed.

Ryan's face changed drastically and he shouted:
"Brand, kill him!"

The man beside him just had time to draw his bow, but the knight's voice had already been heard.

"My Lord, something bad has happened. An army has appeared to our east and they are heading towards your castle!"

boom!
The sharp arrow pierced through the armor, and the knight fell off his horse in an instant, covering his neck in fear.

"Ryan!"

Barnes roared and looked at Ryan, but the latter looked back at him coldly.

"Barnes, this is a war. Don't you understand the consequences of disrupting the morale of the army?"

Barnes stared at Ryan.

"I need to go back to support my castle."

"Barnes!" Ryan was also angry, pointing at the thousands of troops in front.

"If you win this war, nothing will happen to the Flower of the Northern Wind. If you lose, you will lose everything!"

"I won't lose everything. Ryan, if the Flower of the North Wind is breached, I will become a sinner of the Barnes family. I must go back to provide support."

Barnes also looked at Ryan angrily.

"If you hadn't said that we wanted to come out and fight, we should have used the castle's advantage to resist the army, but what about now?"

"I shouldn't have listened to you and brought the army out."

After saying that, Barnes anxiously ordered his army to turn around and go back to support his castle.

This time they brought out all their troops. Barnes was terrified and he didn't know how long his castle could hold out.

Ryan stared at Barnes' soldiers retreating without uttering another word.

He could understand Barnes being nervous about his fortress, but he didn't expect the other party to be so stupid.

The Flower of the North Wind was the oldest fortress in the North Wind Province. What did the word "old" mean? It meant that the castle had survived countless wars and still stood tall. How could it be easily conquered by a few thousand troops?

The main forces of Count Weiss's army are here, and there are people in the Castle of the Flower of the Borean Wind. If the servants and knights' attendants are called in from the civilians and slaves outside, the castle will be safe.

But Barnes couldn't listen to what Ryan said.

"Brand!"

Ryan roared, and Brand beside him clenched his fists and placed them on his chest.

"Lord Ryan."

"You lead the cavalry to slow down their speed, and the rest of the infantry will follow me and retreat into the forest."

After Ryan finished speaking, he turned his horse and led his infantry to the left. A few hundred meters away, there was a small dense forest. It was impossible to win in a head-on battle. Most of his soldiers were slaves.

"Follow your will."

Brand said, then asked.

"What about the traps?"

"No need, we defeated them in the forest."

After Ryan finished speaking, he glanced at the enemy troops who were already a hundred meters away, and then moved forward without looking back.

The quality and discipline of his troops were much better than those of Count Weiss's soldiers, and they did not lose formation when they ran quickly towards the forest.

"Charge, charge quickly, don't let Ryan get away!"

Artel glanced at Baron Barnes who was walking away, but still looked at Ryan's position angrily. He knew what Baron Barnes was going to do, but that was not his war. He just wanted to capture the Baron of the Frozen Territory.

As the slave soldiers ran, several ditches appeared in front of them. These were dug by Ryan to block the enemy cavalry, but the enemy they faced this time had no cavalry.

Brand led an army of more than a hundred knights and continued to attack. Their appearance made the slave soldiers instinctively fearful, and some even hid in the ravines and dared not come out.

"Don't get held back!"

Brand roared. He knew the biggest weakness of these knights, which was arrogance. However, their physical strength was not enough to crush so many soldiers. Once one of the slaves was so fearless that he tripped over his horse, even the knight would be killed by the slave.

But even with Brand's warning, several knights still fell off their horses. Some slaves took the opportunity to cut off the horses' legs, and then the fallen knights were killed by the surrounding slaves. Only two of them were lucky enough to force the surrounding soldiers to retreat and were picked up by knights who came from behind.

Seeing that Ryan had already led his troops back into the forest in the distance, Brand immediately gave the order.

"Let's withdraw!"

There was no way out. They had only a hundred or so people, while there were thousands of enemies in front of them. When they looked over, all they saw were seas of heads. Moreover, under the pressure of the soldiers with spears in the rear, these slave soldiers had no choice but to fight them desperately.

Rumble.

More than a hundred knights on war horses quickly disappeared in front of the army. Their mobility made them have no natural enemies on the battlefield.

"Chase me!"

Artel was still roaring, and thousands of soldiers continued to chase towards the forest in chaos. In the gaps between the dense forests, pairs of fierce eyes were staring at them.

(End of this chapter)