I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 133 Annihilation
The whistling of the javelins continued.

The first javelin killed one person because it caught the enemy off guard, but as the deserters reacted, those who had shields raised theirs, while those without shields squatted down behind the cart. Except for another unlucky guy who was stabbed in the foot by a javelin, no one was injured.

Ryan withdrew his gaze. Night blindness was not a disease for him at all. The javelin hidden in the carriage had already been fired, and he immediately drew his knight's sword:

"You two light the fire, and the rest of you follow me and fight your way out!"

"Be sure to pester them before the master arrives!"

……

"Damn it, when did two more soldiers appear?"

Looking at the figure running out of the bushes, Eugene was shocked at first and then started cursing.

These guys, who were originally defeated soldiers, only showed their bravery when facing the weak. Once they found that the opponent was difficult to deal with, they would immediately think of escaping.

Paul Gill's weapons were hidden in the carriage, and only the false appearance of Hans Lane's guards deceived Eugene's eyes.

So when Hans and his four companions, who were holding sophisticated shields, rushed towards them, everyone's first reaction was to retreat directly.

It’s a pity that the other party didn’t give them a chance.

Dull footsteps sounded in the woods. Hans took a few vigorous steps and rushed to the nearest deserter. Looking at the burly man who was a head taller than him, the deserter wearing a concave nose helmet quickly raised his spear and stabbed him.

The slightly bent short spear made a stomping sound and stabbed firmly into the broad Viking round shield.

The rusty spear tip was stuck in the shield, and before he could pull it out, a fist-sized hammer hit his temple with a gust of wind.
boom!
The sound of metal colliding was extremely harsh in the night. In Eugene's terrified eyes, he saw the deserter's back limply falling down, but not a drop of blood was left. However, he knew that the deserter's face must be distorted and hideous. He had seen similar scenes on the battlefield. The guy who was hit on the head would continue to bleed from his ears even though he was wearing a helmet.
Hans was like a human-shaped brown bear. He was not done yet after killing one person in an instant. He roared and smashed the fleeing soldier on his left hand side with a hammer on his shoulder. A muffled sound of broken bones was heard. The deserter, who was unable to escape in time, immediately let out a miserable scream and rolled back and forth on the ground holding his arm which was as soft as straw.

Almost at the same moment as Hans, Ryan rushed towards the deserter on the other side. Gathering all his strength, Ryan knocked the other person to the ground.

Gil and Paul cooperated and rushed towards the crowd together.

In the grass ahead, two coachmen hurriedly lit a pile of dry firewood that had been prepared long ago and sprinkled some ochre powder on it. As the flames devoured it, a thick yellowish smoke slowly rose and enveloped the dark treetops.

A mile away, deep in the dense forest, the fully armed Luc saw the smoke, tightened his grip on his horse, and advanced at full speed.

……

Paul gripped the dagger tightly and followed One-Eyed Jill closely, his head feeling extremely numb.

He moved his legs stiffly, his mouth was very dry, he pursed his lips and found there was not even a trace of saliva. Gil roared and pounced on an enemy. The ferocious Gil relied on his strong armor and sharp blade to cut the opponent's neck. Blood gushed out immediately. The pungent smell of blood and the opponent's facial features distorted by pain were deeply engraved in Paul's brain. His madly beating heart seemed to stop in an instant, and his legs trembled violently unconsciously.

The entire battlefield turned into a mess.

Hans was still smashing at the enemy, and Ryan accidentally tripped and fell during the fight, leaving a knife mark on his intact leather armor. Before Jill could draw his weapon, another deserter, sword and shield raised, was already charging at him. He had no choice but to draw the butcher knife at his waist and use his broad shield to fight and retreat.

The deserters who failed to organize an effective resistance were eventually separated and killed, and their advantage in numbers was of no use at all.

Paul hammered his shaking legs hard. He did not forget what Luc said to them when they set out:
If he died in battle, he would ask Hugo to pray for him to go to heaven and provide compensation to his family; but if he escaped, his children would only face the fate of being expelled!

This is the pain point for people with families.

They couldn't help but try their best.

After countless blows, Paul finally mustered up the courage to howl and charge at the deserter in front of Jill, his voice breaking unconsciously from the excessive force.
The enemy in front of Jill was obviously one of the rare people among the fleeing soldiers who dared to fight and kill. When others passively fought back or fled in all directions, he was the only soldier who dared to fight back. When he heard Paul's cry, he took a step back in time without thinking, protecting his chest with his shield and stabbing his body with his dagger. Seeing Paul rushing towards him without any order, he first used his shield to block his weapon, then twisted his wrist hard, and actually used the shield to knock Paul off balance!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he thrust out the tip of his sword, piercing Paul's thigh directly. Paul screamed, and the weapon slipped out of his hand unconsciously. The deserter sneered at the man who had not even basic military training, and was about to draw his weapon to finish him off, when he suddenly felt a pain in his ribs. Jill had stabbed the butcher knife deep into his waist.

Everything happened at the same moment, and while everyone was fighting, Eugene and the thin man had already quietly retreated.
"Run, run up the mountain!"

Eugene said something and rushed out like a flash. The thin man was slightly stunned and followed closely.

The defeat was inevitable, or rather, when Hans rushed forward and killed and maimed two people in succession, the deserters who had lost nearly half of their soldiers had already collapsed.

A fight between life and death is never just a matter of numbers on paper, especially in small-scale conflicts, which are more about a single breath. Those who can still persist in fighting after seeing 30% of their companions fall are already elite soldiers.

Eugene was certainly not an elite soldier. He had just run a short distance when suddenly the sound of horse hooves came from far away!
"Boss, it's that knight!!"

The thin man suddenly screamed in fear, and Eugene's face turned pale in an instant.

On the hillside ahead, Luc, who had finally arrived at the battlefield, lowered his lance, his eyes looking extremely cold under the moonlight.

A mile is enough distance for the horses to warm up. The Percheron horses, which were hot all over, neighed and then rushed down the hill.

Hide quickly!!
The deserter who claimed that he could drag a knight off his horse kept shouting in his heart and rolled to the side. The thin man just stayed there stupidly, all his previous cleverness disappeared.

It wasn't until Luc's spear tip was less than ten steps away that he reacted. He tried to dodge sideways but it was too late.
Click!

The gun body broke.

Luc's entire right arm and waist were numb.

The warhorse passed by, throwing away the spear, leaving behind a corpse with half of the spear tip piercing the throat.
Luke abandoned his gun and replaced it with a sword. He stared at Eugene who was rolling and crawling in the bushes. As if realizing that he could not escape, Eugene turned around and knelt down to beg for mercy.

(End of this chapter)