Alien Knights

The sun had just risen, and in Ulster's barracks, the sound of iron hammering, horseshoes, and noise came together, bringing a trace of life to the snow-covered land.

Early in the morning, Fogar, who was patrolling the army with his guards, walked to the shade of a tent and found a naked corpse lying in the snow. He frowned and asked the people around him, "What's going on?"

A soldier stepped forward, turned the body over, inspected it carefully, and said to Fogar, "My lord, there is no trauma from fighting. It seems that after freezing to death in the middle of the night, the clothes were taken away and thrown here again."

An aide approached Fogar and said worriedly: "This winter is extremely cold, people can freeze to death in the city, let alone this kind of empty plain."

Foggal gave him a cold look, and gave an order to the soldiers: "Find a piece of cloth to cover the corpse and throw it outside the camp."

On the way back, someone said to Fogar again: "My lord, is it wise to hold on like this? Our army is obviously much larger than those rebels, why not take a direct attack and annihilate them?"

The latter looked around and found that almost everyone had the same thoughts on their expressions. He explained, "Before starting the war, you must first find out who our enemy is. Gladiators who have survived hundreds of battles in the arena, and barbarians who survived by hunting in the forest. Although these people lack systematic military training, they are first-rate players in personal force and ambush."

"So what? We have a good army and excellent equipment!"

Fogar shook his head: "If the war takes place in the forest, our advantage will be reduced to the minimum. Think about it, in the dense forest, there are big trees everywhere that can only be surrounded by two people. The formation of the army cannot be deployed, and the effect of projectile and throwing weapons will be greatly reduced. As for the enemy, the snow can be their hiding place, and the trees can be a shelter to avoid arrows.

Someone questioned again: "However, our slave hunting team has also raided their camps in the past. Didn't they return with great victories every time?"

Vogel reminded loudly: "Don't forget, the victory of the slave catcher team is based on three premises! First, the raid time was never selected in winter; second, the barbarians did not join forces with the gladiators to form a rebel army; third, they lacked a strong leader... Yes, I was talking about Boyle. In the past, I always thought that he was just a reckless, stupid, and careless careerist, but the series of performances in the arena proved that I was wrong. Formidable enemy..."

Hearing the people around him still whispering, Fogar softened his tone: "The second batch of supplies supported by the Kingdom will be delivered to the camp soon. And right now, we have cut off all the supply lines of the rebel camp. According to my calculations, even if Boyle starts to look for and store food after returning to the camp, the stock is only enough for them to last until the beginning of February. In other words, as long as we hold out here for two months, the rebels will be defeated."

"And what if they abandon camp?"

"It would be great if that was the case. In addition to those cruising cavalry troops, I also ambushed a troop to intercept them in the south of the forest in advance." Fogar looked past the wooden stake in front of him, looked at the vast forest in front of the camp, and said calmly: "If the rebels escape, this troop can be used to slow them down and give us enough time to catch up with them; if they divide their troops, they can directly attack the rebel camp."

After pausing for a while, Fogal looked back: "The most critical question now is when will these hungry and crazy mice come out of their holes?"

Fogar's doubts didn't last too long.

Two mornings later, while he was enjoying his breakfast, the captain of the watchtower burst into his camp, shouting, "The enemy is coming!"

Fogar was startled at first, then fell silent for a moment, finally put down the food in his hands, and said with a smile: "It came faster than I imagined."

Walking out of the tent, he glanced at the panicked captain of the sentinel, and said dissatisfiedly, "Where is the enemy? How many people are there?"

The captain of the sentinel stretched out his trembling hand and pointed to the sky in front of the camp.

Following the direction of the opponent's finger, Fogar looked up at the sky, and couldn't help being startled by the scene in front of him.

In the early morning sunlight, several thin and long black smoke floated over the forest, looking inexplicably strange.

Fogar turned his gaze to the captain of the sentinel, and asked in disbelief: "Those are ours...?"

The latter said to him with a mournful face: "That's right, my lord, those are our outposts in the forest, none of them were left, and they were all destroyed by the enemy!"

"Then what about people? At least half of them should have escaped back, right?!"

The trembling captain of the sentinel closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"No one came back alive?!" Fogar grabbed the captain of the sentinel by the collar, brought him in front of him, and shouted: "You bastard! Are you fooling me?! The soldiers in each outpost are the elite of the army, and they are equipped with a horse. You actually told me that none of them came back?!"

The captain of the sentinel almost collapsed and shouted: "My lord, I don't know, I really don't know!"

Fogar let go of his hand, and cursed fiercely: "A bunch of trash! The number and composition of the enemy have not been found!"

"Blow the horn! Tell those bastards to bring their own hands!" Fogar took the sword handed by the guard, twisted his neck, and said with cold eyes: "There is going to be a war."

Fifteen minutes later, Ulster's army was ready and lined up at the gate of the camp.

Fogar sat on the horse and looked towards the forest ahead with a solemn expression.

The black smoke in the sky has not yet dissipated, but there is no enemy in sight, and some people in the army gradually began to whisper.

Fogal looked around pretending to be relaxed, and said with a smile: "Mouses are at most just splashing water in the gutter. When have you ever seen them appear in the sun?"

"My lord, the enemy has appeared!"

"Well!"

Fogar, who was slapped in the face just after he finished his rhetoric, almost choked on his own saliva.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people from the Ulster army, twenty-eight knights came out of the forest slowly on horseback.

The shiny full body armor, the sharp black knight spear, and even the majestic war horse are covered with steel armor.

The Ulster man holding a rusty iron sword and a dilapidated wooden shield stood still, his mouth opened wide, and everyone had a look on their faces.

"Heavy cavalry...heavy cavalry..." Fogar opened his eyes wide and shouted at the commanders around him: "Who the hell can tell me! Why are there heavy cavalry here!!!"

Someone looked at the equipment of the knight on the opposite side and muttered in a low voice: "The outfit they are wearing is even better than the kingdom's guards..."

Watching the knights on the opposite side begin to line up and raise their guns in a calm manner, Fogar suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

This is a plain, a flat plain!

He didn't prepare for any of these things, such as falling into a horse pit, tripping a horse rope, and rejecting a horse stand!

The only spearman who can cause damage to the cavalry was placed in the back formation by him!

"Archers retreat! Shieldmen step forward!" Fogar gave the order, but found that the performance of these reserve troops drawn from all over the kingdom was really itchy when they were about to fight.

As soon as the formation changed, most of the soldiers of the servant army became confused, and even the regular army was implicated.

"My lord, the enemy's cavalry has begun to charge!"

Vogal, who was whipping his men with a horsewhip and yelling, turned his gaze to the twenty-eight knights, with cold sweat on his forehead, but he still comforted himself: "It's only a dozen or so people, but I have an army of thousands!"

The horse trots first, then accelerates, accelerates, and accelerates again. In the end, the charge of the twenty-eight knights increased to an unimaginable speed, looking like a group of rhinos running at the speed of light.

Fogar watched the group of heavy cavalry rush across the entire battlefield in a breath, like a giant hammer, smashing into his own army, and dropped the weapon in his hand to the ground amidst the stumps and blood flying all over the sky.