In early summer, the wind is northerly, with temperatures between 20 and 16 degrees. It is the time when the grass and trees are lush. Shepherds put flocks on the hills, and the melodious singing comes from somewhere. On the plain covered by green, two mercenary troops are lined up. They represent their respective noble employers and will decide today in this place thousands of miles away from home.

Most of Captain Rudolph's mercenaries were Germanic. They were good at using heavy weapons such as axes and sticks. They were wrapped in armor seized on the battlefield all year round. These Germanic mercenaries had a tough look on their faces, and almost everyone had scars on their faces. The incomplete fingers did not prevent them from chopping the axes on the enemy's heads. They had long been accustomed to the war.

On the other hand, the Swiss mercenaries led by Arod, these mercenaries from the mountains, have built up their strong physiques and perseverance. At the same time, they have been companions from communities in the same state. They have grown up together since childhood. In the battle, they will never abandon their partners. The spears in their hands are closely attached to each other, and the comrades who are shoulder to shoulder are the most reassuring.

"Mr. Arod, according to the traditional customs of the nobles, I still regret what happened today." Before the battle, Robert and Arod each brought a servant with a flag representing their own emblems and flags to hold peace talks in the center of the position. If the peace talks were successful and the nobles were willing to compromise, they would let the soldiers go home, but if the negotiations could not be reached, they could only speak with swords.

"When you kidnapped Mrs. Eva, you should have foreseeed this day." Arod scoffed at Robert's hypocrisy.

"If you are willing to surrender, I can put Madame Eva back, and you can let these poor children go home." Robert laughed sarcastically at the Swiss who were holding only a spear but without any armor.

"Ha, it's a pity that these people want to meet your minions. On the contrary, I would like to advise you to make plans early." Aruod replied without hesitation.

"Hmph, it seems that we have nothing to talk about. Such a warlike Count of Earthless, may God forgive your soul." The birthmark on Robert's face twisted. He stretched out his finger and pretended to make a cross in front of Arod, then turned his horse's head and rode his horse towards his position.

"Let's go and see." Aruod rolled his eyes, turned his horse's head and returned to the rear of the Swiss spear team. When the two nobles in charge returned to their own side, the two mercenary teams shouted at the same time, knowing that the war was about to begin.

"Dog shit, pig's trick, how to plant it~~~." A loud guy walked out of Rudolf's mercenary, wearing a shabby leather armor, holding a short-handed axe in his right hand and a small log shield in his left hand. He opened his mouth and cursed at the Swiss team. Amid the scolding, the German mercenary team burst into laughter, pointing at the Swiss people in every way.

"Well." But the Swiss seemed not good at cursing. They frowned, their muscles tightly, their faces were serious, and their lips were pursed tightly.

"I'll do it." Aruod looked at the German mercenary who tossed and turned a few words of swearing. He kicked the horse under his crotch with his heel, stepped forward a few steps, and then cursed with a loud voice, "Your mother didn't clamp you guys tightly, I don't know where to squeeze it out. Look at your shit-like hairstyle, do you think you are reincarnated by Sister Feng~~~~~."

When it comes to cursing people, Aruod, a person from later generations, has a rich and colorful vocabulary. He cursed for half an hour without any other words. This made the warring sides open their ears. The Germanic mercenary who tried to continue cursing back opened his eyes and stammered back a few words with his big mouth, and then fled in panic. He did not expect that a nobleman would scold the man for being cruel.

"Vulgar, uneducated, the shame of the nobles." Robert trembled as he rode on the horse. He was angry with Arod. He was already the son of several animals in Arod's mouth. The monks next to him listened with relish and disagreed with Robert's accusations. The nobles were originally a group of vulgar warlords, and they only pretended when needed.

"Oh um~~~." This time, laughing from the Swiss team was aroused. Aruod's scolding really relieved them, and his morale suddenly soared a lot. On the other hand, the German mercenaries calmed down. It was not pleasant to be scolded.

"Order Captain Rudolph to attack." Dean Robert gritted his teeth hard, and held the reins tightly with both hands. With such force, his skin turned white on both hands. He could not help but ordered the attack.

"Occurrence, attack." Captain Rudolf roared. He held the axe and the iron-clad armor on his body made a rustling sound. Under his leadership, the German mercenaries trotted behind him, forming a loose shape.

"Stay, keep it." Seeing that his slandering actually played a mockery, Aruod began to attack first. He immediately asked Captain Johnberg to let the Swiss brigade stabilize his position and tried his best to let the German mercenaries consume their physical strength.

The Germans gradually changed from trotting to running fast. Although they were wearing various armors, their strong bodies made them unable to feel the weight of the armor. Every mercenary who had been on the battlefield several times would know that when they felt that the armor was heavy, they were about to die, and their souls were summoned by the Lord and were no longer in the world.

"Run." Captain Rudolf pointed at the axe in his hand and shouted to the mercenaries beside him. Under his guidance, the others were also in a state of madness.

"Gun~~." Seeing the enemy approaching within a hundred steps, John Berg issued an order. The first row of Swiss, with relatively complete equipment, squatted down, pointed the guns in their hands diagonally upwards, and the second row with helmets and no armor stretched out the spears from the shoulders of the first row of companions. The last row was the Swiss who had no equipment except one gun. Their spears were placed at a 45-degree angle above their companions, ready to replenish at any time. This forest-like gun array blocked the Germans like a hedgehog.

"Oh~~." The Germanic man who ran too fast waved his axe and hit the Swiss gun. He immediately let out a scream and hung it on the head of the gun. Under him, a Swiss mercenary pulled out his short knife and inserted it into his chin, ending this tormenting howl.

"Be careful of their gun tips and avoid them." Captain Rudolf had rich combat experience after all. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the long gun formation in front of him. Although he had never seen this style of play, he quickly issued the correct order.

"Oh oh~~." The Germans heard Rudolph's order and quickly calmed down their pace. They used the shield in their hands to protect their faces and squeezed into the gun array with their strong bodies. The experienced mercenaries knew that once a weapon like a spear was approached, it would be less flexible than a short-handled axe.

"Replenish the rear." But John Berg was not in a hurry. He immediately issued an order to the rear of the team. The Swiss mercenaries in the rear immediately put down their spear and put it on the shoulders of their companions in front, then poked them hard, stabbed one person and pulled it back, and then stabbed it hard. Even the enemies who ran into the Swiss mercenaries' gun array could not escape the fate of casualties.

"There are more and more enemies." Julian looked anxiously at the enemies that kept coming up. These German mercenaries were extremely fierce. Even if their companions were poked and screamed, they could not be shaken.

"Prepare to retreat." Aruod looked at the enemy who was slapped at the Swiss spear formation like waves. He felt that he could start implementing the plan, so he turned his horse's head and walked backwards.

"The first row covers, others retreat." John Berg immediately issued Arod's order. The first row of Swiss mercenaries pointed guns at the attacking enemy so that other companions behind him could leave. Only the elites in the first row could complete this retreat. If it were an ordinary team, it would have been disbanded because of Arod's order, but the Swiss were different. They strictly followed the plan.

"The enemy fled, the enemy fled." Seeing that under his fierce attack on his side, the Swiss actually began to retreat. Aruod, who was wearing the black lion flag, had already galloped away. They did not notice that Aruod's flag was not put down or turned upside down, but they thought that victory was in control. After all, they had rich experience in war, and the other party was a rookie who had just been on the battlefield.

"Wait, wait a moment." The only one among these people was captain Rudolph. He felt that victory was too easy, but the German mercenaries who had red eyes ignored his dissuasion. What's more, they actually found many small silver shops in the Swiss position, which made the mercenaries who regarded wealth as life could not stand it and pick it up. This delay gave the Swiss time to escape.

"Why not pursue the victory and chase it quickly." Dean Robert rode to Rudolph on his horse. He couldn't help but feel joy in his heart as he looked at the defeated Swiss people.

People on both sides stopped and stopped. Whenever the Germans were about to stop and the whole team, the Swiss would suddenly appear and stab several Germans with long spears, and then quickly escape with long spears. This made the furious German mercenaries extremely angry at these despicable Swiss people.
Chapter completed!