The silhouette of the Wild Boar's Beak Valley, a lowland between the Monastery of St. Fontsau and the Black Swamp Village. It may be that it is very shaped like the silhouette of a wild boar, with a small front and a spacious back, which is very suitable for defense in the narrow part, while the narrow part is very long. When Captain Rudolph's men were lured here, they found that the front was blocked by the Swiss holding spears, and the forest-like spears blocked the road, with smooth cliffs on both sides,

The first German mercenaries who attacked saw the dense spear heads, and they immediately wanted to stop, but their companions behind them did not know what was going on because of their vision. What they were all thinking was the silver stool held in their hands. Since the enemy could throw away the silver stool to relieve the burden on their bodies, the spoils that the nobles who chased the other party would be able to obtain would be extremely rich. They would get enough spoils one day earlier and stop the life of licking blood on the knife head one day earlier.

"Stop, stop, don't push me." The Germanic mercenaries in the first row tried their best to retreat, but were involuntarily pushed by the forces behind. He roared to warn his companions behind, but he could not hear clearly in the noisy war environment.

"Gun~~~." Johnberg saw the Germanic mercenary moving towards the gun array from below the edge of the helmet. He issued an order from his mouth. Under the order, the Swiss shouted. The muscles of both arms bulged and stabbed the spear hard into the Germanic mercenaries. They almost didn't need to aim, but mechanically pulled the spear back in their hands, and then pulled it back again. However, during the pullback, the originally sharp spear head was stained with a layer of red and sticky blood.

"Ah~~~." The Germanic mercenaries in the first row let out a scream, and some were even pierced and hung on the head of the gun. Only then did the people behind realize something was wrong, but inertia still pushed the others forward.

"It's time to go to hell." Captain Rudolph held his helmet up with an axe. His face was covered with greasy beads of sweat, and lighted under the flames. He had already noticed something was wrong when the Swiss retreated. He had been fighting all year round, and he had a keen awareness of the battlefield. The Swiss retreat was too sudden. Rudolph could tell whether the enemy had done his best and then retreated. However, the silver thrown along the way confused the brothers' eyes, and the Swiss who kept attacking him ignited his anger again, which made him completely ignore his intuition to save his life countless times in the past. There were also Robert's urging, who was full of conspiracy and tricks, but in war, he made him make a mistake in judgment.

"What should we do to captain?" At this time, Rodolph's subordinates asked him that the situation was out of control. If they did not find a way to break through the defense line, their people would have the possibility of collapse.

"Retreat?" someone suggested.

"No. You cannot retreat. They have been forced into a desperate situation. I know that there is no other way here in the Boar's Beak Valley, and they cannot escape at all." At this time, Robert spoke. As an employer, he has the right to decide when to fight and when to truce. As long as he disagrees with Rudolph, he cannot retreat.

"But we can't pass the enemy's spear formation." Rudolf explained helplessly to Robert. But Robert couldn't listen at all. What he needed was a victory rather than a reputationless retreat.

"Isn't it enough to use the corpse of the man in front as a shield?" Robert said with a gloomy face. Although he was not good at fighting, he was very good at making sinister and vicious plans.

"What? Use the corpses of brothers as shields?" The other mercenaries were shocked. They did not expect that a monk who should have been kind enough to come up with such a terrible idea. Even the mercenaries who were living with their heads felt chilled.

"Well. Well, it seems that this is the only way." Rudolf looked at Robert. He pondered for a few seconds before agreeing to the plan. Although Robert's plan was very vicious, he also agreed that Robert's plan was very effective. At this time, the Tomahawk Mercenary Company had only two situations of advance or retreat. He knew very well the combat effectiveness of the Tomahawk Mercenary Company. As long as he could break through the Swiss spear, the Tomahawk's tomahawk of his brothers would play the greatest role in melee combat.

Soon Rudolph's order was passed to the ears of the German mercenaries fighting ahead. Although they were surprised that Rudolph would give such a cruel order, every mercenary knew very well that he would not obey the captain's orders during wartime and would be subject to extremely severe punishment.

"Hey~~~." The German mercenaries raised their bodies and threw them into the Swiss gun array. The bodies hit the formation. The bodies suddenly overwhelmed the Swiss gun array. The Swiss gun array had a gap. Although the gap was not big, and the soldiers behind the Swiss tried their best to stretch out their spears to make up for it, the German mercenaries were not slow at this time. They also had their tempers. The brave man held the axe and jumped into the middle of the gap that the Swiss had no time to make up for, swung the axe and killed it, and blood was driven by the axe blade.

"Kill those people." John Berg was angry and roared and pointed the Germanic mercenaries with the sword in his hand at the Germanic mercenaries who killed his compatriots. Several veterans holding short swords responded and lowered their bodies to shuttle through the crowd. They found the legs of the Germanic people and stabbed them with short swords. The stabbed people jumped and wanted to avoid them.

Gradually, Germanic mercenaries and Swiss mercenaries fought together, and this melee was obviously unfavorable to the Swiss. Their equipment was not as good as their opponents, and they lacked effective melee weapons and armor. The only thing that could make them fight to the death was their compatriots side by side and their tough and tough mountain people's character. But how long can this tenacity last under the enemy's fierce attack?

"Back, bastard, come back." At this time, watching his companion beside him being chopped into the head by an axe. Without helmet protection, the white brain mixed with sticky blood sprayed onto the face of a Swiss new recruit next to him. Suddenly, the teenage mercenary looked at the brain in his hand and felt completely broken. He threw away the only spear in his hand, gave up his duty at his post, and instinctively ran back. In fact, there was no way out to escape, but he just wanted to escape from the Germans who were wielding the axe as far away as possible. Johnberg felt extremely angry when he saw the escaped people. These deserters abandoned their compatriots, which was a very despicable behavior of the Swiss. He tried to get them back to their posts and perform their duties by shouting, but this was futile. Some people were indeed not suitable for the cruel battlefield.

"Good job, good job." Robert laughed, patted the war horse under his crotch with his hand, and watched the Swiss front being in danger, his plan succeeded.

"I thought John Berg could defeat these German mercenaries." Arod was also riding on the horse at this time, and he was also looking at the battlefield below, beside him was Julian holding a flag.

"But you have left a hand, didn't you?" Julian admired Arod. He was able to remain so calm in such a precarious situation. Of course, the trap Arod arranged was also the reason why he was able to calm down.

"Send a signal, I see Captain Johnberg can no longer hold it back." Arod ordered Julian, who nodded and took off a horn from his waist. The horn was made of the horns of a cow. When it sounded, it would make a doe-like sound. Hunters used this horn to trap the hormonal bucks, but today Arod was coming to trap a group of mercenaries.

"Woo, woo~~~~~." The low voice of the horn echoed in the valley. John Berg heard the horn's sound and raised his head, looked at the direction where Arod was, and saw clearly that it was indeed a signal from Arod. He stamped his feet in anger.

"Retreat in an orderly manner, retreat in an orderly manner." John Berg ordered loudly to his compatriots beside him. Hearing the orders of the Swiss to retreat in batches, the attacking German mercenaries felt the pressure in front of him and immediately reduced. They shouted joyfully. The experienced mercenaries knew very well that this was a sign of the enemy's attack and retreat on their own side. Even Captain Rudolf's face showed a smile.

"Rare, kill them and we will win." Captain Rudolf held up the battle axe and roared hard from his chest. The corpses of his own people along the way made him extremely angry. He decided to ask Robert for high compensation, and one-fifth of the spoil.

"What the hell is this?" When the German mercenaries stepped into the valley, they found strange black liquid sticking to their feet. Someone lowered his head and wiped it a little with his hands, then reached under his nose and sniffed it. They found that the liquid was very sticky and smelled, a bit like the smell of a swamp. Is there a swamp here? But the grass on the ground and the solid land indicate that this is just a lowland, and there is no difference from other lowlands.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Aruod raised his right hand, staring at the German mercenaries who were entering through the narrow mouth. Julian next to him inserted the flag to the ground, then bent his bow and arrows, and the arrow was tied with linen. The linen was ignited by the fire, and the flames were bent because of asphalt on it.
Chapter completed!