Chapter 320: The Hussars' Humiliating Defeat
"Caserdar is a plain-looking guy, even a little ugly, but he's quite reliable. Let him pretend to lose, and you'll see, it's like he really lost."

Lying behind the bushes, Helwin licked his cleft lip and gave a sly smile to the attendant beside him.

The mountains and plains were filled with the squire knights running wildly. They threw away their helmets and weapons and rushed left and right on the tangled roads and trails.

Behind them were groups of orc hussars holding the three-faced battle flag of the god of terror.

Due to the former wetland swamp terrain of Langsand County, the remaining roads are all winding and twisting.

The squire knights were like hares being chased by hunting dogs. They were constantly divided, surrounded and strangled by the beastman hussars.

But as the squire knights fell one after another, Helwin's brows gradually frowned.

When the blood dyed the dirt roads red, the attendant finally could no longer suppress his inner doubts.

"Hey, Lord Helwin, it seems that they have really been defeated."

"I know." Helwin's eyes became completely gloomy.

He had already discovered this himself without the attendant telling him.

At the current rate of casualties, these fleeing squire knights would be killed or wounded in surrender or fighting before they could reach the Canglan Valley.

The one running in front is Cassedar.

"Prepare a coffin for Carserdar." Helwin took a deep breath and drew out the knight's sword that was shining with cold light from his waist.

"He's not dead yet."

"I know." Helwin jumped on his horse. "Remember, it was because of his mistakes in this battle that I had to turn the feigned defeat into a real victory. Do you understand?"

"what?"

The attendant was still in shock, and Helwin rushed out with two hundred extraordinary knights.

Unlike Carserdar, who was a Kushite, Helwyn was a migrated Frankish noble.

After selling all the estates in his hometown, his father purchased an estate in Longsand County.

According to imperial law, nobles were not allowed to buy and sell territory freely.

But in actual implementation, there are still nobles who buy and sell land and the people on the land under the guise of territorial exchange.

The Fret family, to which Helwin belongs, is the border earl from the southern riverlands. This is a special title, equivalent to the military commander of the border area.

However, Helwin's family first went bankrupt in its colonial investment in the Green Dragon Forest, and then sold weapons and horses, and was investigated by the young Fran Prime Minister Lornezo at the time.

The King of France gave them a chance because they had been guarding the border for many years. He demoted them to ordinary earls and moved the residence of the Frett family to Langsander County.

Qianhe Valley is the final resting place and retirement place for all failed nobles, but their descendants never admit failure.

Helwyn is just like that. He is determined to regain his former honor. No matter in Fran or Leia, he wants to become the honorable border earl again!

So, even though the order given by the Stupid Knight Nedsal was to feign defeat and retreat, he still decided to wash away the shame with a victory.

He even sent Kaserdar to attack the village with the intention of ambush it, rather than the strategic deception of "retreat after being defeated in the encounter" that Nidsal wanted.

After all, when dealing with such peasant rebels, Helwin didn't want to be too rude, he could win even if he held a lance under his buttocks.

As for Nidsal’s plan and the overall situation, who cares? I want to become famous and win my first victory over the Saviors!

If it really doesn't work, just blame it on the scapegoat, Caserdal.

"Recognize the flag of the Frett family! Charge with me!"

The rumbling sound of horse hooves echoed back and forth in the mountain stream, and at the corner of the valley, a hundred extraordinary knights poured out like a tide.

Their mission was to feign a counterattack and then escape, leaving large tracts of territory to the Saviors.

But now, they will fight for the real victory.

Witnessing the group of extraordinary knights sweeping down the hillside like thunder, Grush's heart tightened and he immediately blew the horn.

The rapid and sharp sound echoed on the battlefield, constantly calling on the 150 orc hussars to retreat.

The Hussars seemed to be blinded by the passion for slaughter and turned a deaf ear to the call for retreat.

They gathered in groups, with bloodthirsty gleams in their eyes, and were actually preparing to charge at the heavily armored knights.

"I'm telling you guys, come back, come back, this is an order!" Grush picked up his mace and chased after them, shouting the name of the leading hussar, "Likhsi, can you please come back! Come back!"

"Mr. Grush, what should we do now?" The military judge who was accompanying him rode behind on horseback, his voice half swallowed by the wind.

Looking at the anxious face of the military judge, Grush turned his head and saw that the Hussars were about to have a head-on confrontation with the Extraordinary Knights.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and yelled at the messenger beside him: "Send the signal quickly! Red smoke!"

"Send flares! Red smoke!" the military judge shouted behind him.

The messenger quickly lit the smoke bomb and loaded it into the Rick Type 1 signal gun.

As the trigger was pulled, a blood-red line of smoke streaked across the sky and lingered for a long time.

On the other side of the mountains and forests, a column of emerald green smoke rose up, echoing it from afar. When Grush finally rushed to the front line, the orc hussars were almost in close combat with the extraordinary knights.

Grush, who had regained command, knew that a head-on confrontation would be tantamount to seeking death. He brandished his hammer and spear and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Turn right, quickly! Anyone who disobeys my order will be wrathful to death!"

After hearing this, the Hussars finally began to carry out the order reluctantly, and then Grush saw a scene that made him despair.

The Hussars were indeed turning their horses, but some of them were turning to the right, while others were turning to the left!
Amid the loud bangs, the horses neighed and fell or threw their riders off their backs.

Despite relying on their agility and sense of balance, the beastmen suddenly split into two groups like butterflies, one group circling to the left and the other group circling to the right.

But behind their horses, there were seven or eight of their companions who had fallen off their horses and were wailing while holding their thighs and arms.

Looking at the Hussars who were thrown to the ground, Helwin was almost laughing out of anger.

He really didn't understand why, facing such an enemy, they should implement the so-called strategy of luring the enemy deep into their territory.

As expected, the knights in the north of Jinhe Township had not experienced the torture of the bloody battle in Black Snake Bay, and their martial ethics and purity were too low.

"Quick step! Guns raised! Charge!"

It was getting closer, finally closer. The two groups of hussars on the left and right did not bypass them, but launched a pincer attack on their own.

At the moment when the silver flood collided with the gray flood, the sound of lances exploding was endless, wood chips flew everywhere, and could even pierce people's skin.

More than a dozen hussars in the first row failed to dodge the attack and watched helplessly as their lances penetrated their leather armor and vests and went straight into their hearts.

A dozen corpses fell from the horses, and the bloody holes in their chests revealed broken and sticky hearts covered with purple blood vessels.

"when!"

The huge shock in his hand made the hussar's eyes widen and his saber almost slipped out of his hand.

On the armor of the speeding Ibe Knight, there was only a white mark as deep as a hair.

After the first round of charge, all one hundred extraordinary knights survived, but only one hundred and twenty-five of the one hundred and fifty orc hussars were left.

If it weren't for the Orc Hussars' extraordinary talents, which were equivalent to a constant supply of the "Khan Potion", the casualties would have been even more severe.

The beastmen looked at the notched knives in their hands, and then looked at each other's bloodstained faces.

"Run!" Now they knew they had to run away without Grush's order.

But it was too late, Helwin was not going to let them go.

"Chase them! Kill them in Sour Melon Town!"

Wiping the bright red blood off the blade with a handkerchief, Helwin's body trembled slightly with excitement.

Following behind the Hussars, the extraordinary knights threw away their broken lances with a grim smile, drew their knightly swords, and charged towards the Hussars.

"Damn devil!"

"Ah-"

"My back hurts so much, damn, I can feel my spine!"

The knight's sword was like the god of death's scythe, and every time it was swung, an orc hussar fell.

Occasionally, one or two desperate hussars would charge back, swinging their scimitars like Hallelujah, but they still could not break the armor of the extraordinary knights.

The scimitars cut a trail of sparks on the armor, and the knights' swords inflicted wounds so deep that the bone could be seen.

With a sweep of the sword, half of the skull and two animal ears flew off. Helwin wiped the brain matter on the sword on the collar of the corpse with disgust.

Without the support of the Holy Gun Cavalry and the Salvation Army Infantry, they became no more than ordinary mortal light cavalry.

The previous squire knights ran back and began to help the knight masters divide and surround the enemy, driving the prey together like a hunting circle.

"The morale of these rebels is quite high."

From Helwin's perspective, after fighting to this point, these light cavalry should have retreated, but up to now none of the hussars have surrendered.

Even while fleeing, under the command of the officer holding the hammer and spear, they were able to vaguely form a formation.

But what can I do? My knight is invincible!
"Lord Helwin, should we continue to chase?" A Kushite knight sped up his horse and squeezed forward.

Helwin glanced at the knight sideways, said nothing, and just raised his chin and continued to charge forward.

Amid the whispers all around, the Kushite knight's face turned slightly red. He gritted his teeth and nodded to Helwen: "Then I will withdraw."

"Yeah." Helwin answered in a muffled voice, not sure whether it came from his nose or throat.

The black-haired Kushite knight slowed down his horse and gripped the reins so tightly that his palms were almost bleeding.

You are obviously the stinking outsiders! How dare you show off your power over us!

Looking at Helwin's back, the knight suddenly turned his head to look to the side.

How come he saw a corner of a black and red flag on top of the five-meter-high wrinkled earthen mound?
(End of this chapter)