Chapter 397 Crazy Dasha People
The barracks in Payne Town is actually Baron Charles's castle, because this army is his private army and is completely under his command.
Ulric, the king of the Kingdom of Sarleon, is more like a monarch in name only here.
When Zhang Yang arrived at the barracks, the first thing that attracted him was the long cobblestone road and the drainage ditches on both sides. In an era when the streets were all cesspools, such infrastructure was more rare than a castle.
Following the stone road forward, there is a stone wall that is almost six meters high. The construction craftsmanship and solidity are definitely not comparable to the wall outside the town of Payne. On the wall, Zhang Yang also saw city defense weapons that looked like catapults or crossbows.
The soldiers in charge of patrolling there are all very elite soldiers. Even the worst ones wear chain mail or iron armor, and there is even one who wears fine steel plate armor, which is simply terrifying.
After passing this section of the city wall, the view in front suddenly opened up and a military camp and training ground of about 100 acres in size appeared in front of Zhang Yang.
This is a rectangular area with three two-story stone buildings built near the fortress, with the Charles family's emblem flag hanging on it, which looks like an eagle.
On the training ground, there were nearly two hundred recruits gathered in a chaotic manner on one side, and on the other side, more than thirty archers wearing chain mail were practicing archery. Near the building, there were dozens of strong veterans fighting with weapons.
Further away, about twenty cavalrymen were jogging at a slow pace.
At this point, Zhang Yang had roughly estimated Baron Charles's armed forces.
There are about 5 Lion Knights, 10 to 15 Sarleon Knights, more than 30 knight squires, no more than 10 Sarleon Halberdiers, about three Sarleon Guards, more than 20 Sarleon Assault Swordsmen, more than 10 Sarleon Sharpshooters, more than 20 Sarleon Armed Archers, more than 20 Sarleon Armed Infantry, and then there are the new recruits.
Such military force would be a problem for guarding the town of Payne and the Charles family's fortress, but it would be a bit weak if used to fight outside.
No wonder Baron Charles was determined to recruit soldiers this time regardless of the risk of casualties. After all, this is not a game, and people are not cabbages that can be quickly replanted once they die.
There are more than a dozen villages under the jurisdiction of the town of Payne, all of which are fiefs of the knights under Baron Charles. Recruiting too many men would be a disaster for the farmland.
"It's either because the frontline is in a tight spot, or because the war with the Dasha people is profitable. Otherwise, the baron shouldn't be so radical."
Zhang Yang was thinking secretly while others were also arranged into the recruit sequence.
But among all the new recruits, he was definitely a freak. After all, he was the only one equipped with sophisticated weapons and equipment, and even the soldiers who led the way before did not dare to yell at him.
Waiting was boring, but we could only wait until the cavalry chasing the Jatu people returned. Only then was it time for dinner. Every new recruit was given a piece of black bread and a bowl of black vegetable soup. The veterans had good food, with meat. The more elite veterans, such as the first-level guards and first-level knights, could go to the castle for dinner, with wine to drink and women to enjoy. It was really enviable.
After dinner, we slept on the spot. There was no barracks and no mattresses. We slept there until dawn.
Only then did the clerks slowly distribute weapons to the new recruits, and even exempted them from registration.
There would be no armor, let alone leather armor, cotton armor, or cloth armor. Each person only had two weapons, either a spear and a wooden shield, or a hatchet and a wooden shield. If you were lucky, you might get a rusty sword.
Zhang Yang was only given a spear because he had a large round shield, which made many recruits extremely envious, but they will always be envious.
After the weapons were distributed, there was no breakfast, no training, nothing. The new recruits were driven out like a flock of sheep. No one knew where their fate would lead except to the east.
After three days, the army had traveled about 200 miles, which was actually a very fast speed.
On the fourth day, a friendly force joined the marching sequence. The total strength of Baron Forcher's troops was about 300 people, but only half of them were new recruits. What impressed Zhang Yang the most was that behind Baron Forcher's army were more than 30 caravans, which showed some autumn eyes from time to time, making the soldiers very excited and even forgetting the hardship of the march.
Unfortunately, such happiness is destined to be short-lived, and the battle comes without warning.
Or maybe it was not without warning. In the past few days, the marching route of Baron Charles' troops had never hesitated or changed, which showed that the goal was clear. The messenger cavalry with flags on their backs passed by from time to time, which showed that the battle situation was urgent.
And today's reunion with Baron Forcher's army all indicate that the destination is somewhere ahead, either the gathering point of the kingdom's major lords or the site of a battle.
Obviously, the truth lies in the latter. Under the gentle and bright sunlight in the afternoon, a thick black smoke burned on the other side of the mountain. But it was definitely not a signal smoke, but more like the flame of a siege.
The battlefield should still be fifty miles away.
Then at such a moment, the armies of Baron Charles and Baron Foucher were sniped.
Zhang Yang and the other recruits were walking in the middle and back of the team. He only heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air, followed by shrill screams like pigs being slaughtered.
The air, which was filled with the scent of flowers and grass just a moment ago, suddenly became bloody.
The fear of one person is just fear, but the fear of hundreds of people turns into despair.
Who could have imagined that a grown man's scream could be so harsh? Chaos, total chaos, everyone was shouting, no one knew why, all they could see was each other's pale face and wide eyes, and if the angle was right, they could even see their trembling tongues.
Oops, I was a little distracted.
But Zhang Yang's reaction was still the fastest. When a dozen recruits were wailing because of the chaos and crowds, he had already rushed out of the line and leaned behind a big rock. It only took him three seconds to roughly understand the situation on the battlefield.
The enemy had been lurking on the small hill to the west of the road at some point. The area was lush with trees and weeds, making it the perfect ambush spot.
However, there were not too many enemies there, at most only a few dozen archers, and a few dozen infantrymen who could throw javelins and darts, but their sudden attack did daze the army.
In just this short period of time, there were almost dozens of casualties.
Then, they launched a charge, all wearing black armor, black cloaks, gleaming swords, and shields like a city. The charge of just a few dozen people brought about a whirlwind of death, and the cold murderous intent made most of the recruits collapse directly.
"Dasha Sword Saint?"
When these four words appeared in Zhang Yang's eyes, he knew that the Dasya people were crazy.
A total of 32 Dasha Sword Saints and 15 Scorpio Assassins launched a desperate charge under the cover of 50 Dasha Archers.
They will definitely inflict heavy damage on the armies of Baron Charles and Baron Foucher, but they will also be wiped out. This kind of madness is simply a deadly army.
You know, these are all the most advanced types of troops.
Among them, Dasha Sword Saint is a level 45 soldier, and Dasha Scorpion Assassin is a level 50 soldier, with strength of about C and C+. Compared with Zhang Yang's current level 6, what the hell! So he could only hide behind the rocks, watching the heads rolling and broken arms flying in front of him. Fortunately, the friendly forces finally reacted. The two barons and the knights, senior soldiers, and veterans in the army shouted, organized the formation, and launched a counterattack.
However, this place is halfway up the mountain. Although the mountain is not very steep, the cavalry cannot charge. The most important thing is that the Dasha Sword Saints and Scorpio Assassins have already rushed into the formation. These guys work together intensively, with shield formations and sword beams, just like a concrete mixer. No matter how many people are added, it will be useless.
It's so horrible.
Finally, under the leadership of two Sarleon Guards, twelve Sarleon Halberdiers formed the first wave of counterattack.
The long sword chopped fiercely, but only a dull sound was heard on the dark steel shield. A magic rune pattern flashed, and the shield-holding Sarion Guards easily unloaded the force of the chop. At the same time, they counterattacked violently, breaking through the defense of a Dasha Sword Saint on the opposite side. The long sword in his right hand stabbed out like lightning, killing him with one blow.
This is a top-level unit at level 55, with strength equivalent to B-, but unfortunately there are too few of them.
But the 12 Sarleon halberdiers behind him made up for this shortcoming. Their extremely heavy halberds, nearly three meters long, could be wielded and could even break the shield wall formed by the Dashar Sword Master.
After a few seconds, the death mixer from the Dashar people finally stopped, and a tide of Sarleon soldiers swarmed in from all directions, and their own archers began to suppress the Dashar archers' concentrated shooting.
It was at this time that Zhang Yang threw away his broken wooden spear and pulled out a brand new wooden spear from his back.
Well, during the past three days of marching breaks, he did not do nothing, but patiently cut out five wooden spears with a knife.
Of course, there is more than that. In order to prevent his body from being unable to adapt to the throwing of the wooden spear, he would practice dozens of times every night while taking a bowel movement.
With his previous memory skills, his throwing level recovered quickly. Up to now, according to the evaluation given by the Wanderer System, his proficiency in throwing weapons has reached 200 points. Basically, he can hit a fixed target within 50 meters and never miss.
"Can you simulate their health bars for me?"
Zhang Yang asked, and the next moment health bars appeared above the heads of those Dasha Sword Saints and Scorpio Assassins.
"Good dog!"
Zhang Yang was overjoyed. While no one was paying attention, he dodged and threw a weapon. 45 meters away, a Dasha Sword Saint had just killed a Sarleon Assault Swordsman, but was suddenly chopped back by a Sarleon Halberd Soldier. Even his armor was shattered, and he was spitting blood. Only a little blood was left on his head.
Then, with a whoosh, a wooden spear dropped from the sky and directly harvested the last bit of life from the Dasha Sword Saint! "Great!"
This kill gives me 450 experience points, which is just a little bit away from reaching level 7.
Retreating back behind the big rock, Zhang Yang pulled out the second wooden spear, changed his position and angle, observed his surroundings, and after a few seconds, he locked onto a target again. This time it was a Darth Vader Scorpio Assassin. If they were face to face, such a simple attack would not be taken seriously by the other party, but now, he could only die with hatred.
550 experience points.
upgrade!
(End of this chapter)
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