Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 232: Don’t blame the uneven road for people’s failure
In the snow, the soldiers under Count Tess lived up to their high morale and sat down on the ground casually. Their helmets and weapons were nowhere to be found. They were panting with lingering fear and looked extremely miserable.

This time, Tess brought a total of 2,200 elite soldiers to siege the city. It is roughly estimated that 30% of the bodies were left in the town of Kalia. He had to retreat because of the heavy casualties. The casualties were not to be underestimated.

After all, even though he had a total of more than 10,000 soldiers, excluding the logistics cooks, grooms, auxiliary soldiers, etc., there were only a little over 7,000 soldiers.

If we break down these seven thousand, there are probably only four thousand truly elite soldiers, and six or seven hundred of them were lost at the very beginning. It is difficult to expect him to regroup and organize an effective team in a short period of time.

"Where did the other side get the stone giant?"

Levi did not take advantage of the situation, but called old man Sam over to treat these defeated soldiers.

A green light enveloped Tess, and his burning chest suddenly felt cool and much better.

"Thank you." He thanked them, then said with a wry smile: "It's not a stone giant, it's a spellcaster! The other side has three highly skilled magicians!"

"Just the stone giants we summoned have caused us heavy losses. They are so powerful!"

"If it weren't for this Mirian Plate Armor that I spent a lot of money to buy, I'm afraid that stone giant would have killed me with just one blow and reunited me with my grandmother who had died many years ago."

Having just experienced life and death, the earl no longer had any of his aristocratic qualities and was not much better than a country ruffian.

“They should be the clergy of the Mother Goddess Church in the South Territory. There are no more than two spellcasters in the entire church who are proficient in this level of magic. I didn’t expect them to appear here.” Count Andao sighed.

Just like this time when they went south, the Ice and Snow Church only sent out a dozen spellcasters to follow the army, and they were all in the main force and were the most important strategic weapons.

Logically speaking, the other party should not appear in such a small place which is neither an important checkpoint nor a strategic location.

"No matter why they appear here, catch them all, put them on the tiger bench and beat them with salt water 100 times, and then they will know everything." The lord sneered.

In Levi's opinion, these three spellcasters are probably the opponent's confidence. Although it is still unclear why the opponent's large force support did not come, but instead the noble spellcasting units arrived, it does not prevent him from catching a few tongues.

"Zat, go tell the brothers to get dressed. Now's our chance to show off!" He kicked an orc who was doing nothing and digging the snow with a branch next to him.

“Levi, let’s wait for the main force to arrive.” Count Tess gave the Lion Hunter Knight a rare sincere advice: “I admit that your men are absolutely elite. My soldiers can only be beaten to a pulp in a one-on-one fight, but you don’t know how powerful the other side’s three spellcasters who are proficient in powerful summoning magic are. They are totally beyond the ability of ordinary people like us to deal with!”

"Don't be stubborn!"

"Only magic can fight magic, sir!"

Finally, the earl even brought out a classic saying from the wizarding world, attempting to persuade a certain ignorant person to change his mind.

It was obvious that he was traumatized by the three stone giants just now.

"Even if the odds are 1 to 10, I can beat the shit out of you and your little soldiers, and then beat you back with shit."

Levi composed a sentence in his mind, but said:
“First, I am not stubborn. I know exactly what I am doing. I never get carried away. My confidence comes from my strength!
Second, I have fought against spellcasters before, but they are not as powerful as you say."

As he spoke, he quickly put on his armor with the help of two orcs who brought him a set of heavy gilded plate armor, and finally put on his iron helmet. The lord, who was wrapped up like a tin can, waved his hand and hundreds of fully armed orcs lined up behind him. With his back to Tess, only a muffled voice could be heard: "Third, if you can't do it, just say you can't do it. Don't take us with you!"

"Hmph, just rely on your little lover from the Holy Light Church who came to support you? Even if she has advanced magic, she will never be able to deal with three high-ranking clergymen from the Mother Goddess Church." Count Tess retorted.

"In fact, I didn't plan to bring her with me. It's just me and these 'ordinary people' you said."

Both earls knew about Fatir Saint-Andre's arrival, but because the other party spoke too bluntly, the two earls believed that the two must have some shameful affair.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why a Saint of the Holy Light Church would support this completely unrelated Lion Hunting Knight in a personal capacity.

However, the Saint Fatih doesn't care about such rumors, so the Lord naturally doesn't care either.

Back to the topic, it stands to reason that if spellcasters like Fatih and Heather join the battlefield, it will be easy to capture this border town.

But Levi didn't want to do that.

War is like playing cards. Both sides keep raising the stakes. Whoever plays his cards first will be at a disadvantage.

The four drow priests including Heather and the Saint Fatih are definitely a powerful spellcasting group that cannot be ignored, and are also the trump card of Highcliff Castle.

As for Sophia's deeper trump card, the Lord would never play it out until the most critical moment.

The lord was leading the way, standing at the front, with Gus and Zat naturally one body position behind him.

Behind him was the Gaoyabao team, silent as a rock.

An exquisite flag was raised, and the burning Black Mountain and the sun emitting dazzling light fluttered in the wind.

"My men are mostly cavalrymen, so they can't help much, so just add me in."

Count Ando put on his helmet and drew his sword.

This earl, whose arms are always itchy due to an overload of fighting spirit, is obviously not a cowardly punk. His fighting spirit cultivation is probably even higher than that of Bits.

Seeing the two nobles go up, Tess put his helmet back on while cursing, "Damn, neither of them is a coward!"

He wanted to see how the Lord of High Cliff Castle, the Lion Hunter Knight, would deal with the three spellcasters.

"Charge the entire army!"

The lord shouted at the top of his voice.

There is nothing much to say. The city wall has been breached and the other side has no time to block it. They can just follow the footsteps of their predecessors and fight their way in.

Wherever the long sword pointed, the sound of footsteps was heard.

……

"Father, it's those orcs! They are coming!"

Looking at the black warrior in the distance, Baker said a little panicked.

Regulo did not blame his son for not changing his expression in the face of the avalanche, because he also felt extremely heavy in his heart at this moment.

Because the average height of this group of heavily-armored warriors was nearly three feet high, and they were wearing heavy black armor that reflected a cold light, with even their faces covered tightly. Every neat step they took was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

It came like a black torrent.

If he hadn't seen them without armor beforehand, Regulo would have almost thought they were magical creations of the Holy Sith Kingdom - the Zhaidai Iron Man. This was of course a ridiculous thought due to his shocking thoughts. Even though the wealth of the Holy Sith Kingdom was known to all nations, there were definitely no more than a hundred of these difficult magical creations.

The formation of this group of big guys was so neat that they seemed like mindless magical creations.

After joining the front-line war, the tallest soldier from the southern border was only as strong as the enemy's waist, just like potatoes mixed into a group of pumpkins, the strength of the opponent was obvious at a glance.

The number of the other side is less than one-fifth of the last time, only about four hundred, so small that they can be seen at a glance.

But Regulo knew that this was just an appearance.

Just like tigers never travel in groups, but their strength is unquestionable.

"Do you want me to take action?" There was still no change on Kramore's face.

He is a powerful spellcaster who can reap lives at will with a single spell. The so-called armor is no easier to deal with than a piece of paper in front of him. This new team is indeed so elite that even he can't help but look at them with admiration, but that's all.

Unless the opponent also has a spellcaster, it would be difficult to resist his magic that even amazes himself.

As for whether the other side will have a knight with a high level of fighting spirit?
As I said, only magic can fight magic.

If the Fighting Knights could fight against the Magicians, then they would not be the ones with the highest status.

"Wait a little longer." Regulo's red beard trembled, but he still wanted his soldiers to consume the enemy first.

It is undeniable that the enemy is indeed elite, but the soldiers under his command are not straws either. They can always consume some of the enemy's troops and delay their pace, thus maximizing the effect of the magic.

But the next moment, the changes on the battlefield made the baron almost wonder if he was having an unrealistic dream.

Following the commander's loud orders, the archers scattered on the rooftops of the town of Kalia began to shoot arrows in unison, but they had to give up after only two rounds.

The opponent's heavy armor was so exquisite that it made people jealous. Arrows that could usually penetrate wild boars could only make a clanging sound when they landed on it, and finally left an almost undetectable white mark.

Their efforts were as if they were focused on being fierce in bed, so much so that they didn't pay attention to endurance, which resulted in the defeat of all five pulses.

It's totally the wrong place.

Although they are both archers, the opponent's performance makes people question their lives.

This group of archers wearing light armor and holding purple longbows stood at 150 steps. Not only could they shoot far, but they also never missed their targets.

With just a hundred pulse free shots, all the warriors on the roof who dared to shoot back were shot down. The rest all hid behind the roof, and no matter how the commander roared, they dared not show their heads again.

It seems that he has made up his mind to be a coward for once.

If this group of archers were just doubting their lives after being shot, then the Kalia Infantry Regiment, who were facing the big and small bosses of High Cliff Castle, were suffering from a complete nightmare.

The street leading to the Baron's Castle was quite wide, at least twenty paces wide, but in contrast to the tall man and horse, it looked like a narrow alley.

The opponent was covered in heavy armor, and even his thick hooves were wrapped in thick leg armor.

The swinging double-edged broadsword was like a city gate smashing down on the front. Every swing would make several soldiers say to their never-separated lower bodies - Goodbye, buddy.

Such an exaggerated size and lethality had an unparalleled impact on the morale of the little soldier Lai Zi.

Their commander obviously would not sit idly by and watch this happen, and soon several knights who were proud of their superb martial arts skills and high fighting spirit rushed up to try to intercept them.

But in just a few breaths, they paid the price for their recklessness. Before they could get close to the opponent, they were shot into charcoal by the thunder arrows containing thunder elements that came one after another, emitting a meaty smell.

The other side also had a few dwarfs whose killing power was terrifying. As the orc warriors rushed up and waved their axes, the Kalia infantry defending on the front line were harvested one after another like straw.

He fell so fast that the people behind him had no time to react before they fell.

The soldiers of Kalia seemed to be looking at a group of demons. They no longer had any fighting spirit and their faces were filled with fear. Some of them even peed their pants out of fright, but the ice soon froze into ice in their crotches, causing them to shiver like sieves.

Regulo realized how stupid his previous thoughts were. The enemy's elite troops seemed to be warriors from ancient times. The only role of his soldiers was to add to the enemy's heavy military exploits.

He smiled bitterly, not understanding why the other side, with such elite warriors, would attack this weak and helpless agricultural town.

"Master Cramer, please!"

As several spellcasters left.

He turned his head and looked behind him, ready to tell his son to leave, but he saw no sign of the other party. He hurried to the platform and saw a team of knights charging at him. His vision went dark in an instant.

……

With waves of high-spirited war cries, the orc warriors advanced bravely like a black torrent, without any delay.

The opponent's carefully raised spear was as weak as cotton and fell apart in an instant.

"Block them! Block them!" The enemy commander roared at the top of his lungs, but it was of no use except making the battlefield more noisy.

Levi took the lead and rushed to the front. The density of soldiers on this street was enough that with a sudden swing of the giant sword, more than a dozen heads flew off the neck at the same time as if they were in outer space.

This extremely horrifying performance caused the few lucky ones left in the front to drop their weapons and instantly kneel on the ground. There were soldiers crowded together behind them, and their only chance of survival was to kneel down and surrender.

This kneeling seemed to trigger a chain reaction. The sound of kneeling continued, and in an instant the supervisory team, who was at the end and still roaring and waving their swords, was revealed.

As the lord looked over, with a "thump", the other party's decisiveness was so decisive that even the lord himself was ashamed of himself.

There is no doubt that the other party has been crushed by this massacre-like method.

"Wori."

The lord looked around and saw that all the Kalia soldiers in his sight had fallen to their knees. Even the seemingly tenacious officers in front were no more tenacious than the little soldier Laizi.

"The Durant family never gives up!"

Just then, a roar came from a distance.

(End of this chapter)