Proof of the Sun King

ps: This chapter is 5500 words, and I wish you a happy reading!

For a long time, the Goblin Wolf Cavalry Corps led by the Goblin Warlords has been harassing the expedition army's transport team continuously, causing a lot of trouble and trouble for the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, but it is definitely impossible for Ryan and Bellegar. Come back and deal with this harassing troop, because if that's the case, it'll really be Skarsnick's scheming!

And now, Francois' plan is to solve this huge wolf cavalry army.

This goblin wolf cavalry army led by the goblin warlord Jit-Sour stomach is huge. According to the scouts, there are at least five hundred green-skinned war pig boys, five or six thousand goblin wolf cavalry, brother Blinn Spider Riders, Goblin Squigg Riders, as well as five or six thousand Goblin Infantry, as well as a small number of Goblin Infantry, are expected to add up to at least 12,000, lacking heavy armored infantry and siege equipment.

But Francois's army was only three or four thousand people, and it was mainly heavy cavalry composed of knights and knight squires. The impact was very strong, but it was impossible to catch up with this Goblin wolf cavalry army in terms of speed.

"This wolf cavalry legion is indeed a big tumor and must be eradicated, but... what should we do?" Gerald asked: "We don't have enough troops, and we don't have enough long-range weapons. If we fight in the field, we are very It’s easy to get caught in a situation of being called back and forth.”

In the large tent of the Armory Fort, everyone is waiting for Francois's next order, and his chief female courtier Chasis-Morningstar is making black tea for Francois.

"Eliminate, is it..." François paused for a while, Duke Winford always maintained his elegant movements and demeanor, he took the teacup from the prophet of the lake **** and took a sip.

"Your Excellency the Duke!" Outside the tent, Lucy, the Baron of the Spire Palace, who was canonized by Ryan, came in armed, and he knelt down on one knee: "Your Excellency, there are only 121 muskets in the armory, and no bullets. too much."

"How many dwarven hand crossbows are there?" Francois was very calm, and he even looked at Lucien with some kindness.

What few people know is that Lucien and François are related by blood, he is the illegitimate son and only descendant of François’ nephew who died in the first battle of the Abbey of La Maisonelle, so François not only promoted him vigorously, but also assigned him to Ryan. During the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition, Lucien was in charge of staying at the Armory Fort.

"There are not many dwarf hand crossbows, there are more than 500." Lucien continued.

"Well, I see." Francois nodded.

"Duke, what are you going to do?" Ser Bayar the Holy Grail Knight asked seriously, "We all obey your orders, but..."

"But according to our current military strength, it's impossible to win this victory, right?" Francois said calmly, and the old man even smiled elegantly, his eyes full of wisdom. : "Lucian?"

"Your Excellency!" Lucien knelt down on one knee, and raised his head in confusion.

"I ask you, what determines the outcome of the battlefield?" François sat on the main seat calmly, the old man at the peak of the sanctuary was calm, and he even took a teasing tone of exam school, lightly He stroked his long goatee.

"This..." Lucian didn't know how to answer.

"Humph! The number of troops and the power of muskets are secondary." Francois stood up: "What really matters is the timing and location, as well as our piety and belief in women, as long as there are women of protection and strength, we Brittanian knights have no reason to fear war!"

"Oh!!!" All the knights in the big tent burst into excited roars, and they couldn't wait to show their virtue and strength under the gaze of the fairies in the lake!

"Call the army and prepare to go!" Francois stood up: "Three thousand people, enough!"

"The tactics of the Goblin Legion are very simple and clear. They want to lure the enemy to go deep, besiege, and then destroy it." Francois said very calmly: "In this case, we deliberately go deep to lure them into attacking us. Take a day off, and tomorrow, arrange for the fake supply team I prepared in advance, ready to go!"

"Yes!" All the knights stood up and took the order loudly.

In this way, three days before the wood elves arrived at the stream outpost, François led a force of 3,000 plus many civilians, apparently carrying a large amount of baggage and logistical supplies, along the Badshui River forbidding the army, It looks like this is a vanguard army with the goal of marching towards Iron Rock and then south.

Sure enough, the goblin warlord Jit-Suanwei immediately led the entire Goblin Wolf Rider Legion after he got the news. It was like smelling a **** shark, rolling in. Jit-Suanwei saw that the opponent's soldiers were few, and Carrying a lot of baggage, I can't wait to swallow this entire army in one bite.

Fortunately, Kit-Sour stomach kept Skarsnick's orders in mind and did not rush into it. It always accompanied Francois and his army, looking for opportunities across a bad river.

At this time, it was already November, and the Badwater River was in a dry season. The Goblin Wolf Riders could easily cross the river, but the cunning Kat-Sour stomach never took the initiative to attack, it was waiting for an opportunity.

Likewise, the advance was not fast, and even Francois, who was somewhat slow, was also waiting for an opportunity.

On the twelfth of November, at night, on the edge of the Badlands, on the banks of the Badwater River, Francois's army barracks.

Unusually, it was pouring rain on the sky.

Under the influence of the heavy rain, the army's advance was difficult, the knights were equally miserable, and the transport team was even more stuck in the mud. Francois ordered the army to camp and rest in place. Just sit in the tent to hide from the rain.

"Swish~" The fine rain poured over the land along the river. Francois walked out of the tent alone. He looked up at the dense raindrops and held the unicorn sword in his hand. The blade of the artifact of the same age flashes pure and flawless white light and white gold flames, even in the heavy rain, there is no sign of going out, the pure white horse family coat of arms belonging to the Duchy of Winford, belonging to Franço Wa's personal unicorn coat of arms, as well as the family coat of arms flags belonging to the many knights who came to rescue this time, fluttered back and forth in the heavy rain. The rain hit the armor, soaked the inner lining, and exuded a chill to the bones. .

"Cousin, it's raining heavily outside, you'd better come in and take shelter from the rain." Gerald came out of the tent, the paladin stood behind Francois, and in the heavy rain, Francois' broad back, Like a city wall: "It's warmer inside."

"War is neither cold nor warm." François turned and looked at his cousin Sir Jerrod gently. "So does the greenskin."

"Green skin?" Jarrod's long blond hair was already wet from the rain.

"Well, greenskin." Francois was still standing in the rain, he raised his head and looked at the dark night sky under the heavy rain: "You must understand, Gerald, in the war, how to play to our strengths, How to avoid our weaknesses, how to concentrate superior forces to destroy the enemy, and how to judge when is the right time to launch an attack."

Just behind Francois, the tarpaulins on the supply carts were all lifted! It is filled with all kinds of wooden fences and horse-rejecting arrays! And a huge number of crossbow arrows!

The villagers have already started their work. In the rainstorm, under the scolding and command of the knight, they nailed the wooden fence to the depths of the muddy ground and placed the horse-rejecting formation neatly.

It didn't take long for the entire camp to be armed like a hedgehog.

"This is?!" Gerald's eyes widened: "My Duke? Is it green?!"

"Bayal and Pierre have each led a thousand knights out." Francois had a cruel and cold smile on his face: "Today, it is the Green Goblin Wolf Rider Legion, end!"

"Ready to fight!"

"Ready to fight!!!"

The melodious and majestic horn sounded throughout the camp.

In the rain curtain formed by the heavy rain, the goblin warlord Jit-Sour Stomach also heard the sound of the horn.

It is leading the entire Goblin wolf cavalry army across the Badshui River, preparing to take advantage of the rainy night to surprise this army of canned shrimp and their transport team that came from afar.

"Hee hee, the enemy is stationed in me! The enemy is tired, I waaagh!" Jit-Suanwei squeezed his facial features hard to make his expression look grim: "I, I found an opportunity! Little ones , come with me today for a real waaaagh!"

"waaaagh!" Thousands of goblin wolf cavalry rushed across the Badwater River, followed by the green-skinned war pig boys rushing in front, and behind them were more goblin squigg riders and spider riders, There are also huge hordes of goblin armies.

Jit-Sour Stomach has been waiting for the fighter, and now, it has waited.

The sudden heavy rain has flooded the entire river bank with mud, and the canned shrimps can't get up! And under the influence of such heavy rain, the enemy's muskets can't play any role, hehehe~ The perfect opportunity is here! The Goblin Warlord thought so, he raised the sword in his hand: "waaagh!"

"waaaagh!!!"

The torrent composed of green skins formed a green ocean, rolling toward the enemy's camp.

This is the reason why Jit-Sour stomach decided to attack in an all-round way. First, heavy rain can make it extremely difficult for the expeditionary muskets to fire. Second, due to the muddy environment formed by the rainstorm, it is difficult for the canned shrimps to exert their own group charge advantage. !

We will win this battle!

However, just as Kit-Sour stomach led the greenskin cavalry that could almost cover the entire river bank and rushed towards Francois' camp, the scene that appeared in front of the Goblin Warlord made his eyes widen!

Wooden fence! Reject the horse! Anti-horse fence!

The whole camp is like a hedgehog!

Before they had time to signal the army to stop, hundreds of green-skinned war pig boys rushed to the hedgehog-like position without thinking, and a large number of dwarf hand crossbows transferred from the arsenal fort began to be loaded in the hands of the serf infantry disguised as civilians. ,volley!

"咻咻咻~" In the rainstorm, the crossbow bolts shot at the enemy like locusts, and the green-skinned war pig boys who rushed in the front kept falling down with arrows, just lying in the rainstorm and mourning However, the mud caused by the torrential rain not only affected the knights, but also the green-skinned cavalry. They rushed to the wooden fence and the anti-horse fence one after another, and fell dead one after another!

"Rush! Rush! Rush for me!!!" Kit-Suanwei immediately signaled the cavalry behind to keep up! The enemy is only a mere two rows of wooden fences and anti-horse fences. How can it resist his thousands of cavalry and several Goblin legions behind him? !

"waaagh!"

"waaaagh!!!"

With the command of Git-Sour stomach, the goblin wolf cavalry and the goblin squigg riders rushed towards the camp madly, the goblins and wolves in front fell with arrows, and the squigg riders behind They stepped on their corpses and rushed up, braving the long-range firepower formed by the dense crossbow, vowing to step on this camp to the ground!

Two rows of wooden fences blocked the greenskin army for a while, but apparently could not stop the greenskin army for too long, as the greenskins forcibly filled the horses with the bodies of countless war pigs and goblins, regardless of the cost. Formation and wooden fence, the greenskins have approached the gate of the camp.

"Prepare." Francois held the unicorn sword. Behind him were thousands of knights and knights. They had already formed a very tight shield formation. The duke was not in a hurry. He said to his female courtier Chasis-Morning Star, "It's time to start."

"Yes!" The Prophet of the Lake God immediately began to sing magic.

"Boom~" There was a cracking sound from the wooden camp gate.

"Boom~Boom!" Finally, the gate of the humble camp was rushed open, and a few green-skinned war pig boys and a few goblin wolves rode in front of them. They were roaring, roaring, rushing in the rainstorm. To Francois and his army.

But they immediately realized something was wrong.

The camp gate is too narrow! Only two or three greenskin cavalry can pass through at the same time! And the large group of foot knights and knights led by Francois firmly blocked the narrow gate! The green-skinned cavalry had no way to rush up, and there was no way to start!

The slaughter has begun!

François fought at the forefront himself, Duke Winford moved his gorgeous dance steps in the green skin group, his body rotated in place, clenched the unicorn sword with both hands, retracted, turned his waist, and exerted force , the sword swept across.

A green-skinned pig boy was cut into two pieces by him directly.

Two goblin wolf cavalry rushed in, François spun in place gorgeously, the goblin's dirty head flew into the sky in the rainstorm, and then he bowed his head to avoid the wolf's teeth, and the blade in his hand Flip over, and the two wolves died violently at the same time.

With each sword, at least one green-skinned cavalry was destroyed, and with every turn, a large group of enemies were killed violently around Francois.

On the other hand, the old man's body was not stained with a drop of blood or minced flesh. Under the heavy rain, his armor, burqa, and cloak were all soaked by the rain, but his whole body exuded the terrifying light of the lake god, bright and bright. , dazzling, glorious and supreme.

"Follow the Duke! Follow the Duke!!!" Sir Gerald shouted in the rain, and the Britannia knights surged in morale and rushed towards the enemy.

Under the torrential rain, in the moonlight, the battle continued.

The old husband was the husband alone, and the greenskins paid hundreds of dead and wounded horses to break through the gate of the camp. Beside Francois and the large group of knights on foot, there were mountains of corpses and blood.

The two green-skinned warlords rushed forward to try to solve the shiny canned shrimp, but they were all headed by François, and they couldn't even hold a round in front of the duke.

The raindrops hit the ground, as if they were playing exciting music, and the greenskin cavalry slammed the gate of the camp in vain.

"For the lady! For Britannia!!!" the knights roared selflessly, throwing themselves into battle.

"In order to make brother Mao, little ones, give me a duck! Hit, hit that shiny canned shrimp, hit it!!!" Goblin warlord Jit-Suanwei was still yelling angrily, it The legion lacked siege equipment, and it was raining heavily. Now, the whole group of green-skinned cavalry huddled together on the river bank, unable to even spread the shop. The Goblin Warlord was directing the cavalry to spread out, from When the two wings attacked the enemy's camp, a goblin wolf cavalry rushed in in the heavy rain: "Boss! Boss! It's not good~~~!"

"What's wrong?" Kit-Sour Stomach wiped his face vigorously, and the rain continued to flow down his face.

"East, there's a lot of canned shrimp in the east! Riding over here!"

"What?!" Before Git-Sour Stomach could react, another goblin wolf cavalry ran over to report: "No, boss, there are also a lot of canned shrimps rushing over from the west! And these shrimps are so fast, okay Faster, faster than painted red!"

"Ah! Little ones, we are ambushed!" Jit-Suanwei finally realized that the situation was not good, and he quickly signaled: "Retreat! Retreat!!! Retreat to the other side of Badshui River, retreat!! !"

The greenskins gave up the siege of the camp and began to retreat, but when the Goblin Wolf Riders tried to retreat to the other side of the Badwater River in the torrential rain and mud, the skyrocketing river water and turbulent rapids blocked their way. Back on the road, hundreds of green-skinned cavalrymen who tried to cross the river were directly washed away by the river.

"It's bad." Git-Sour Stomach had a premonition that something was wrong, and now it and its 10,000-strong army were blocked in the northern bank of the Badwater River, and it was chaotic, messy, and timid. The goblins all scrambled to cross the river, but they were all swept away by the raging river.

The Goblin Warlord raised his head and looked into the dark distance.

In the east, there are countless canned shrimps riding on war horses, assembled into a large array of lances~www.wuxiaspot.com~ are rushing towards a chaotic green army.

In the West, the same lance formation with countless canned dried shrimps is approaching.

In the north, François has also turned on his horse, and the knights have formed a lance formation behind him. In the rainstorm, the knights and gentlemen also walked on the ground.

The Prophet of the Lake God, Chahis-Morning Star continued to cast spells, and the night sky was as bright as day.

"The story of this Goblin Wolf Rider Legion will be in my hands today, and it will end." Francois sneered, he raised the glowing unicorn sword in his hand, and roared: "My knight brother Men! Onward! For the ladies!"

"For the lady!!!" Just like that, the three-way knights in three directions charged towards the Goblin Wolf Riders crowded by the river at the same time.

It was night, and a huge brutal massacre against the green-skinned cavalry began. Under the leadership of Francois, the Breton knights chased down the Badshui River for more than ten kilometers. When the dawn came. At that time, the entire Badwater River was almost filled with greenskin blood and corpses.

With the exception of the greenskin warlord Jit-Suanwei who led more than 100 knights desperately to escape, the greenskins, which numbered more than 12,000 goblin wolf knights, have since become a part of history and knights. Military Medal.

For less than three hundred people, Francois was victorious, and his name excited the Orks and terrified the Goblins.

The war was called the "Battle of Badwater".

A week after the Battle of Badwater, in the Roof of the World Mountains, in the Hall of the Dwarven Ancestors in Eight Peaks, before Skarsnik's Throne.

The goblin warlord Jit-Suanwei knelt in front of the Bafengshan general with a sad face: "It's not good! Boss!"

"The wolf cavalry army is over, it's over!!!"

"What! It's all over???"