dognovel Chapter 321 Infighting
Chapter 321 Infighting
"They are not Rana's army. Everyone line up to meet the enemy!"
The leader quickly realized that these people were not Rana's army, so he shouted to his infantry to organize defense, and he led a few cavalry to advance to meet the enemy.
The horses ridden by Officer Lana and his cavalrymen galloped at lightning speed, while the swords in their hands flashed coldly, as if they were going to tear the enemy apart.
Seeing this, the leader also brandished his weapon and rushed towards the officer. The two men crossed each other in an instant under the galloping of their horses, and the swords collided with each other, making a crisp collision sound.
After a round of charge, the leader looked at the cavalry around him and found that several of them had been killed by the opposite side, while the cavalry on the opposite side only had a few scratches on their armor and were not seriously injured.
"Cavalry, attack formation!"
The leader shouted, and the cavalrymen immediately arranged themselves closely into a sharp triangle, like a ferocious beast with bared fangs, ready to pounce on the cavalry on the opposite side.
However, the opposing officer did not fight back, but instead ordered:
"Bows and crossbows ready."
Immediately, the cavalry under his command took out hunting bows and crossbows from behind and aimed at the cavalry charging towards them.
"Spread out! Quickly spread out!"
The leader responded immediately, and his men immediately scattered and kept a distance from the enemy cavalry to escape the enemy's arrows.
At the same time, the infantry of both sides also started close combat, and for a while the sounds of hacking and shouting filled the plain.
However, it soon became clear that most of the leader's men were villagers from the nearby villages of Logronia, who had not received any long-term military training. It didn't take long for them to be killed by the fully-armed infantry under the officers.
Seeing his men being strangled by the infantry one by one, the leader was furious. He led his cavalry to rush to the officer. After another clash of swords, the leader asked the officer who was close at hand:
"Who are you? Why are you wearing the armor of Lana soldiers? Have you defected to the Midlan people?"
The officer blocked the attack from the opposite side and responded:
"We are the Mitlan people under the command of Lord John and Lord Fraso. We originally belonged to the Mitlan army. We were driven out of the army long before the Mitlan army entered Lana, so there is no question of whether to surrender or not."
"Mitlan National Army?"
The leader had heard of this name. This was a puppet organization supported by John, the governor of Midland, to control the north of Lana. He originally thought that the other party was only responsible for the security issues in the Midland-occupied area. He did not expect that they would appear near the front line, and all of them were equipped with the armor of the Lana regular army.
"Then why do you want to be the running dogs of the Midlan people? You live in Lana and even joined the standing army of Lana. Why do you want to swing your sword against your compatriots?"
Hearing the leader's question, the officer on the opposite side's originally calm expression instantly turned ferocious, and a strong murderous intent emanated from him.
The leader felt the change in the other party and his heart tightened, but he still summoned up the courage to speak loudly: "Why did you betray your country? Have you forgotten that you are the people of King Lana?"
As soon as the leader finished speaking, the officer opposite suddenly took off his helmet, revealing a face full of anger and hatred. He stared at the leader, his eyes flashing with anger, and gnashed his teeth and roared, "What a bunch of bullshit compatriots! Before the war, you bastards called us foreigners and spies, drove us out of the army, and even our families were not spared, and we were not allowed to live in the village. Now the war is not going well, you have been beaten to a pulp by the Midland army, and you still have the nerve to say that we are compatriots? Let me tell you, I am not a compatriot of you bastards. I am now 100% Midland!"
After saying that, the officer swung the long sword in his hand fiercely and chopped it towards the leader. The long sword drew an arc in the air, with a sharp whistling sound, which made people look sideways. Seeing this, the leader quickly raised his one-handed sword to block. The swords collided with each other, making a crisp collision sound.
However, the officer's attack did not stop. His sword skills became more and more fierce, and each sword contained great power, forcing the leader to defend with all his strength and find it difficult to fight back. The leader was beaten back step by step, and a panicked expression appeared on his face.
"Bah!"
The leader finally couldn't bear the officer's attack, and the one-handed sword in his hand was knocked out. The leader lost his defense and could only dodge the officer's attack in a panic. But the officer's attack followed him like a shadow, making it impossible for the leader to escape.
"Pfft!"
Finally, the chief was hit on the left shoulder by the officer's long sword. The sudden pain made him lose his balance and fall to the ground. The officer looked at the leader who was lying on the ground, with a flash of disdain in his eyes. He pointed his sword at the chief and said:
"Your swordsmanship is very good, but unfortunately, it seems that you haven't trained in swordsmanship in recent years." The officer looked at the leader indifferently, his eyes full of contempt and disdain. The long sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, as if mocking the leader's weakness.
The leader struggled to get up from the ground, covering his injured shoulder with his hand, blood gushing out of the wound. He endured the pain and glared at the officer, his heart filled with resentment and anger. He knew he had lost miserably, but he didn't want to give up.
"Do you think you won?" The leader gritted his teeth, trying to keep his voice calm. "Your swordsmanship is indeed superb, but I will not give up easily." He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, ready to attack again.
The officer smiled slightly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes. "You really are not giving up. However, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't change the outcome." He gently swung his sword, ready to meet the leader's attack.
At this moment, the leader suddenly rushed forward, brandishing his sword and rushing towards the officer. His movements were swift and decisive, as if he wanted to seize the last chance. However, the officer easily dodged the leader's attack and struck back with a sword at an astonishing speed.
The leader was hit again, this time in the right shoulder. He felt a sharp pain and his body retreated involuntarily. His face was as pale as paper and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He realized that he no longer had the strength to continue fighting.
The officer looked at the leader who had fallen to the ground, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. "If you train for a few more years, you might become an excellent swordsman. But now, you just look like a farmer."
After saying this, the officer looked towards the battlefield and said:
"Looks like it's over over there."
At this time, the officers' soldiers were already cleaning up the battlefield, piling up the bodies, collecting weapons and property. At the edge of the battlefield, the chief's men lined up in a row, their armor and weapons long gone, leaving only a thin shirt and pants. At this moment, they seemed like farmers who had just finished working in the fields, trembling under the swords of the Mitlan National Army soldiers.
"Take this man to the camp, and send the others to the rear as laborers."
The officer shouted to the soldiers, and then two soldiers escorted the leader into a carriage. With the sound of horse hooves, the carriage rushed towards the distant camp under the escort of a team of cavalry.