Black Iron Crown

Earl Zhebo never imagined that he had the absolute advantage, why would he be like this.

He has already made two-handed preparations, using superior forces to besiege the armies of other lords so that they cannot see each other from head to tail, and then use the same superior forces to fight a decisive battle with Leiner's main army.

No matter which side breaks through first, it is an absolute victory. If he can make the army on the frontal battlefield win, then the war can be stopped directly, and the victory directly belongs to them.

Even if the frontal battlefield drags on for too long, the nobles besieging other royalist lords can still wipe them out with superior forces, and then launch a surprise attack from Leiner's flanks or rear, no matter what, it is a winning situation.

However, he estimated the combat effectiveness of Reiner's army. The Morland sergeants may not be very powerful in individual combat, but they are absolutely unique in the frontal battlefield.

Even in the face of the perennial siege of the Kingdom of Swadia, they were not defeated by the opponent's powerful iron cavalry. Instead, they took advantage of the terrain to crush the enemy's charge time and time again.

Even in the face of the overwhelming charge of the Swadian knights, they will not collapse, let alone a group of ordinary infantry whose equipment, training and morale are not good.

Just when Reiner's face was blushing and he was holding the winning ticket, an accident happened suddenly. He only heard a loud sound coming from behind him, followed by a violent collision of weapons and armor.

He looked back and saw that the lords under Earl Zhebo were leading the army to attack from behind him.

"Damn it! Where's Baron Belem? Even blocking for thirty minutes..." Just as he was in a panic and wanted to yell, he saw Baron Belem's flag mixed among the soldiers .

Standing on the small high platform, he could clearly see that standing with the other two lords under that banner was his former ally Baron Belem.

"Lord Baron! Baron Belem betrayed us! He broke our oath and united with the enemy!"

Reiner didn't reply, he could see it without him talking.

"Lord Baron! Right now we only have a dozen followers, and the rest of the troops are fighting on the front line! What should we do?" One of Reiner's followers asked eagerly beside him.

I couldn't see Leiner's expression under the helmet's package, but he said in a flat voice: "The senior cavalry archers immediately harassed the enemy and slowed down their pace!"

"Damn it! I bet!" Leiner made up his mind fiercely in his heart. If he had known it would be like this, he would definitely not be so eager to throw out the last hole card in his hand.

As long as he still has an army in his hands, the situation will not become so embarrassing. Right now, he can only rely on less than twenty experienced cavalry archers and a dozen retinues to ensure his safety.

But at this time, none of the troops can move. I think he had this experience when he played Total War. No matter which army moves, their enemies will become the most vicious in an instant. The hungry wolf pounced on it and bit it fiercely.

On the battlefield, retreat usually means defeat. Even Sergeant Moreland and the Golden Lion Guard who are pressing down on the enemy on the frontal battlefield will have doubts in their hearts and their morale will be affected.

Not to mention the militiamen who are blocking the enemy on both sides. Their morale and will are far inferior to those of the sergeants and armed soldiers. A rout is likely to happen.

So now Leiner can only bet that the knights can quickly overwhelm the enemy's team and completely defeat the enemy before he falls into the enemy's hands. Only in this way can he have a chance of survival.

I'm very regretful... Leiner made a decision, but he felt strangely melancholy: "I didn't expect that in the end I would have to rely on a group of followers and cavalry archers to ensure my safety..."

He never thought of putting himself in danger before going to war,

Because no matter how much damage you have caused the enemy on the battlefield and how many enemies you have killed, as long as the enemy kills you, then it is a victory, a victory without a doubt.

But now, the ever-changing battlefield forces Leiner to put himself in danger. As for whether he can put himself to death and survive, it depends on the strength of the knights.

"My soldiers, get ready to fight, I will accompany you, we will fight the enemy to the death here!" Leiner drew out the long sword at his waist, which was never drawn from its sheath during this war Pass.

As the lord and also the commander of this war, it is impossible for him to personally go to the battlefield to take risks, so the sword in his hand has become a symbolic saber similar to the Tianzi Sword.

Of course, the Emperor Sword is still a bit too flattering to him. A small lord with a rule of only a hundred miles is not qualified to call himself the Emperor, so let's call it Commanding Sword.

Holding the command sword, he threw the scabbard on the small platform and walked down step by step.

The subordinates looked at the baron walking beside them, and their chests were about to explode. They were the second sons of knights and were sent to Reiner as subordinates. In a few years, they would be formally conferred as no fiefs. apprentice knight.

Longing for glory and meritorious deeds in their hearts, they are naturally extremely excited when the baron is willing to fight side by side with them today. Many of them even think it doesn't matter if they die here like this.

Glory, this is what nobles and lords, big and small, are desperately pursuing from top to bottom in this era. Reiner can't understand it, but he respects it very much, because they are often able to do respectable things for these ideals and glory. He is encouraging about it.

At this time, Earl Zhebo was also betting. He had already seen his men appearing behind Reiner. At this point in the battle, no one could withdraw troops at will. If this stalemate continues, there is still hope of winning, but Once he ordered the soldiers to retreat, it would definitely be defeated.

A gamble that decided the fate of two families, two lords, and two camps was quietly staged here. To put it bluntly, this was just a war to determine the outcome of the two northern lords.

But if it gets bigger, this is a gamble of the times that is enough to change the fate of the empire and the lords everywhere.

Leiner held his breath and looked at the enemy slowly approaching in front of him, he couldn't help but clenched the long sword in his hand to prepare for the battle, the subordinates beside him formed a circular battle formation, and loyally held Leiner protected in the middle.

In the eyes of Earl Zhebo at this moment, only the powerful cavalry team was flying and rolling up a cloud of dust, sweeping towards the flanks of his army with incomparable impact.