The Amber Sword

“In the name of mercy, I give you a chance to surrender your weapons!” The knight held the flag and stood on a higher ground shouting to those below.

“Go back and give my regards to your adults.” Hank pulled out his sword and shouted back to each other.

The knight shook his head, as if he had expected, and the shadow of the horse disappeared from the highlands. “Why don't you surrender?” Hudsh couldn't help but ask.

“Did you only learn to surrender under Groudin?” The old scout turned back and looked at him with a gray brown eye.

Hadesh was silent, he did not know the identity of the old man he was talking to, and he was supposed to be one of the younger lords - reportedly also a mercenary - and the first to follow each other. Seems to be one of those red-bottom dragons. Hadesh, however, had some mistrust in that statement, and in his view the old man seemed to be the most professional soldier. It was only a few days ago that he first discovered the movement of the Denel army in the forest that led them to escape.

The Parasz knights across the street are truly famous. They dared to lead the attack that day with mountain people, who grew up fighting in the woods. Legend has it that their movements in the woods are like migrating deer - meaning that it is difficult to spot their tracks unless they are experienced 'hunters'.

Hadesh already knew that the sentence was not exaggerated in the slightest, that he was an experienced veteran in the fortress that day, but that no one had noticed the movement in the forest. Apart from the old man in front of him, Hudson couldn't help but look at each other, thinking that this old guy would be the best kind if he was scolded.

But the old man didn't feel comfortable, knocking him in the chest with his hand: "Chest up, boy. There's nothing to be afraid of, abandoning a man like Groudin is the right choice in your life. Now that you're a true warrior, you have to show me the courage of a warrior--”

The scouts burst into laughter, and thanks to this moment they laughed, the mountain folks arrived first, dragged them into the forest, until today they finally fell into the siege of Count Denel's knights.

Hadesh was a little blushed, but he also knew he had lost his word, even though he was forced to cast himself into the hands of that young lord. But let Count Denel treat him like a traitor, and the others can surrender, but he has no choice. He was, by the way, a brave man, but he gradually quenched his steadfast will under Groudin.

He took a breath and his heart hardened like a sword in his hand.

Older scouts are scolding the others: "Why are you laughing? Get ready for battle -”

More than twenty riders face each direction. Recruits in such a besieged state of despair may have long been frightened with pale faces and hands and feet, but these knights appear calm, breathing evenly and under tight strains, as if searching for opportunities in a dilemma is a dangerous beast.

“Look in the direction of the opponent's attack and look for opportunities for breakthroughs.” The old man looked sharply around the forest like a brilliant beast and gave orders in silence to this group of his own temporary ministers.

There was a loud noise in the cold air, and Hadesh felt a rider around him shouting down his horse, and he quickly grabbed the guy and fastened him to the back of the horse. After the sound of an arrow, the feathers and arrows in the forest came to the ground like locusts, and the ears were filled with murky sounds.

Hadesh was a god, and a feather arrow had been fired at his door. But he was surrounded by a knight pulling out his sword and picking up the feather arrow, and the scouting team sounded a thumping pong. If the infantry that replaced the aristocracy had collapsed in such an environment, it would have been either frightened to stay where it was or wanderless to hug the head mouse. But all scouts, including Hadesh, felt that the shooting on both sides was thin at first.

Hank blew a whistle, and he and his horse took a spin in the middle of the team, a long sword and a finger. The Riders' Heart and Heart Club, more than twenty people and horses did not have too much riot and collision, came a beautiful turn in place and killed directly to the right.

On the highlands, Knight Wilson sees a chill in his heart, and intelligence says it was a group of rebels who killed Groudin to take over Cold Cedar City, but look at the quality of the reprimand below. What looks like a rebel? Nor does the regular army, which is numbered in the kingdom. I just hope it happens that he meets him, and he immediately orders his servants to send down orders for the knights to strike, and the archers on both wings will definitely not be able to stop the shock from those guys. Though the order was passed on, Wilson felt a hidden sense of unease in his heart.

The first to emerge from the forest were infantry, with noble privately recruited infantry holding spears high, a threat to riders, although they could not form a position in the woodlands. Hadesh ducked his back from a spear stabbed at him, and the sword blade in his hand flattened directly from the guy's neck.

It was a long defiant feeling of a sword splitting a fragile larynx bone, the plasma spraying out like rain, Hudson's nerves tightening all over his body, his side overhead, avoiding blood spilling into his eyes.

On the other side, he saw with his own eyes a rider stabbed in the back of his stomach with two spears. The guy also bought him a drink a day or two ago - although it didn't taste good, Hudson remembered very well that he was supposed to be a mercenary. At this moment, the mercenary was dying and his hand still grabbed the reins and drove the horse forward, maintaining a forward rush and banging on the noble soldier.

The noble soldier flew out like he had no bones. Then the mercenary and the horse fell down, and Hadesh saw the other side rickety on the back of the horse, and he was dead.

Hadesh couldn't help but take a deep breath and split the first three in a row. The noble infantry was mostly but downstream levels of black iron, some still white, and he did not have to worry too much about those threats because of the power gap. But there was a whistle in the forest at this time, a horseshoe sounded on the right wing, and a dozen knights suddenly broke open the fog between the mountain forests from that direction.

“Turn around and fight!” The old man's voice rang behind his side.

The situation suddenly became dangerous, and the scouts were already under siege, with more than a dozen people remaining on the roundabout of more than 20 rides. And the otherwise demoralized aristocratic infantry rebounded with the support of the cavalry, who tried to hold them back so that they could get away from each other's new cavalry.

But at a time when others could not escape, a shadow had emerged; Hadesh saw the old scout robbing the hand of an aristocratic infantryman and then chopping down the other side with a sword, turning the other side around, actually carrying a spear against the knights.

One rider at a time, as if they were champion knights in the arena.

It's not just Hades, it's Denel's knights who are stunned. They are all light cavalry. When have they ever seen such a fierce storm, stunned, long overdue and hit a pair of clothes. Only halfway through the screams of the knights in front of them stopped, and the whole person was directly picked out by the longguns.

But the spear used by the infantry was not intended for mounting, and the huge impact directly broke the spear by clicking a bend, and Hank ran into each other's camp - the sword in his hand immediately sheathed and one sword chopped the other knight off the horse.

Hadesh almost didn't bite off his tongue, and in his opinion the old man's strength was not much higher, at best, but upstream of black iron was just like him, but not everyone could do it. “This guy used to be from that army?” The idea immediately appeared in his mind that even a first-line regiment could not produce such a good soldier.

Especially in the midst of a hundred wars, it's definitely not something that ordinary people can pretend to do.

He suddenly reacted and yelled at the others behind him: "Bow and arrow, bow and arrow! Cover him! ”

Needless to remind him that several riders had taken long bows off their backs, and Hank blocked the momentum, so that Denel's knights were preparing to surround the elderly, but a few blank feather arrows immediately disrupted their formation.

Hank seized the opportunity to rush out from behind the cavalry's thin formation, and the old man immediately turned back and raised his sword to nod to his colleagues.

“Seize the opportunity and break out that way!” At this moment, Hadesh, as if he were a spiritual attachment, understood the meaning of each other instantly. He felt his blood burning all over him, his eyes were red as blood when his adrenaline was accelerating, his sword moved forward, and more than a dozen riders behind him drank.

The aristocratic infantry can no longer stop these mad scouts, and the knights of Count Denel have just sorted out the impacted formation, and the opponents of the even-handed forces have surfaced...

When Knight Wilson saw the scene, it was almost black, and he thought he'd caught a piece of fat, but he'd kicked it on the iron plate. With more than 100 men and more than a dozen cavalry men, they can't even surround more than 20 people, at least let each other run more than half.

“Fuck you! Veterans of the November War, how to fight this war!? ”

Wilson is the most powerful knight under Parras. Due to his extensive combat experience with mountain men over the years, he doesn't necessarily look up to rebels, which is the regular army of Eluin in general. But this time, Wilson was convinced that he had never fought such a strange battle in his life.

He was much more knowledgeable than Hudson, and as soon as Hank did, he recognized that he was definitely a veteran of the November war. More than half of the veterans of the November war lived with their fucking candlefire badges, not knights, but at least half of the enclosed land. How could there be such a person among these rebels?

Wilson couldn't help but feel cold, thinking he and his lord had fallen into a huge conspiracy.

……

And at a time when Wilson was suffering from heartache in the hands of those who had lost themselves, consistent reports had been sent to Parras, who was now in charge of the army, via the scouts of the front line. This time the old knight formed a coalition with two colleagues, but thanks to his vast combat experience, the other two knights could be his deputy at most.

The only one who could sit on the same footing as him in this war was Madala's famous leader, Hehe. Though not too young to be compared to humans, Tagus is only a younger generation in Madara, whose younger generation sparkles like stars in the sky during this Black Rose War.

The old Knight Parras couldn't help but admire each other. Compared to Madara, his homeland, Eruin, seemed to be a dying old man with a low mood.

Somehow, the old knight suddenly remembered the ‘enemy’ who stood opposite him, and heard that he was also a young man. Suddenly, Parras became somewhat interested in his opponent.

But this interest does not shake the will of the old knight, and reports from the front line indicate that the pioneer has already dealt with the other sentry. To be honest, the exchange ratio is not ideal. Most of the reports were tragic wins, and even some partial fights were lost.

You know, they have an absolute advantage in strength.

His opponent's fighting power was unexpected, but it did not make Pallas feel difficult. Regardless of the loss, at least the other sentry is exiting north of the Glass River under his duress, and the tactical objective has been achieved.

The next step is to take down the Glass Ferry and cross the river.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)