Throne of the North.

Chapter 131: Viscount Hogg in a Dilemma

Under the iron hooves of the war horses, the golden ears of wheat are howling. They fall down along with the charge of the war horses. The outline and speed of their fall are the sharpness brought by the war horses.

When the knights charged onto the battlefield, all the soldiers in front who had not reacted were sent flying. These horses, which were specially trained to supply the knights, would only completely lose their terrifying power of charging after knocking down at least seven or eight people.

On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides would feel fear when facing the arrival of these cavalry. When the war horses were close at hand, less than one in ten soldiers could react and raise their spears at the right time.

Among these one-tenth of soldiers, we must also count those who were not harassed by the weapons in the hands of the knights on horseback. In the end, the number of people who were able to effectively kill the warhorse and throw the knight off the horse was only less than fifty.

"Keep quiet! Kill their horses!"

Ryan was roaring loudly. In such a battlefield with tens of thousands of people in chaos, he didn't know how many people would accept his orders. At this moment, he finally felt the pressure of commanding an army in war.

This was not a war in Lingdu County, but a brutal fight on a real battlefield. He saw the soldiers on the opposite side die in front of him, and he could also imagine that his own soldiers would flee. On the battlefield which was in chaos, he couldn't even tell which of the two fighting soldiers belonged to him at a glance.

"Gather our soldiers and come to me!"

Ryan called out seven or eight names in succession. These people were all around him. After hearing the order, they quickly gathered the 500 knights and attendants belonging to the Frozen Territory.

"Let those cavalrymen get close to the battlefield, blow the horn, and we will retreat towards the wheat fields!"

The charge of thousands of knights has removed all the terrifying force of the collision on the chaotic battlefield. At this time, Ryan finally has time to restore his army to order.

On the battlefield, Ryan was dazzling. The mithril armor on him was more conspicuous than any flag. As he and the soldiers around him continued to retreat and the horn sounded, the soldiers who were blood-thirsty on the battlefield finally woke up.

As for those who were not awake, Ryan couldn't do anything about it.

After a tug-of-war that lasted for more than ten or twenty minutes, there was finally a distance of thirty or forty meters between Ryan's army and Viscount Hogg's army. At this moment, there were soldiers from the other side in the armies behind both sides. As time passed, those soldiers who were unfortunately trapped in the other side's army were either captured or killed.

Ryan took a quick look at his army. He didn't know how many of them had retreated, but the corpses scattered across the open space between the two sides on the battlefield made the soldiers on both sides almost lose their will to fight after seeing them clearly.

There was no way. The shadow brought by death made them feel endless fear after their boiling blood cooled down.

"My Lord Viscount, if I can charge once, I can defeat their army."

Beside Viscount Hogg, a knight dressed in golden armor with only a tiny slit over his eyes spoke in a deep voice.

Behind him, thousands of knights stood in a row, so that other soldiers around did not dare to approach, leaving a huge open space.

"No, Ryan has many soldiers who are as good as you, but they don't have war horses. If you rush in now, it will be easy for something to happen."

Viscount Hogg rejected the other party's suggestion. In the previous charge, his cavalry corps had lost twenty to thirty soldiers and twice the number of horses, which was enough to make him heartbroken.

Not to mention that this charge was directed at soldiers from both sides, the losses of those slave soldiers would probably be terrible.

"Their losses are not small, and..."

Viscount Hogg had a toothache. Ryan's army came from the mine where they had sneaked in. What about Filiano? His worshipper who was expected to become a great wizard might have been captured.

No matter how powerful a great magician is, he cannot be a match for hundreds of knights.

Both sides of the battlefield fell silent. Ryan hid his army in the wheat fields. If the opposing cavalry really wanted to charge at this time, he would definitely tell Viscount Hogg what it meant to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of his own.

That evening, following a verbal agreement between the two nobles, soldiers from both sides began to collect corpses and those soldiers who were injured but luckily survived on the battlefield.

Next came the exchange of prisoners.

Ryan did not do anything strange during this process. He let Viscount Hogg's two or three hundred soldiers go, and at the same time brought back more than a hundred of his own soldiers. "Ryan, where is Filiano?"

Viscount Hogg also wanted to exchange the great magician.

"He is not counted among the prisoners to be exchanged. He is one I captured before. If I let him go, wouldn't it cause huge losses to my army?"

There is absolutely no way Ryan would let such a powerful magician go. He would have to wait until the war was over and Viscount Hogg would use the ransom to trade for the person.

Moreover, before that, he had to send the great magician back to the Frozen Territory and hand him over to Master Luna, hoping that Master Luna could pry more wealth out of the other party.

As night fell, Ryan directly ordered the burning of more than ten acres of wheat fields. The flames illuminated the night sky. It was unknown whether Viscount Hogg would retreat, but with the help of the light of the fire, Ryan entered Viscount Walter's castle.

"Ryan, you arrived just in time."

Viscount Walter laughed and wanted to hug Ryan. It was obvious that he was really happy.

"My Lord Viscount, my soldiers have suffered heavy losses in today's battle, and in order to hurry here, we did not bring any food with us. I believe you are not short of food here, right?"

"Don't worry Ryan, I will prepare food for your soldiers."

"Ah."

Ryan nodded and continued:

"From now on, we are not the ones who are anxious. My army is located in the south, and Baron Freeman's army has blocked the road. It will not be easy for Viscount Hogg to go back."

"Good good."

Viscount Walter laughed loudly. He felt that this war was a victory for him.

That night, Ryan received the number of casualties of his army, 215 people, and more than 100 injured. The wounds caused fever and other things, and it would be difficult for them to recover in the next war.

"Let the Viscount family fetch some water, boil it, and then cool it down to clean the wounds. Then wrap them in blankets and apply hot cloths to their foreheads."

In the current environment, Ryan couldn't think of any good solution for the time being.

The brutal war resulted in a huge death toll, but Ryan believed that the death toll of Viscount Hogg's army would be even more terrible.

Early the next morning, many people in Ryan's army were still sleeping soundly. The life-and-death battle and the full meals at night had made their muscles soft.

Of course, this was also within Ryan's expectations. He had taken advantage of the night to help Viscount Walter block the castle gate with stones. Viscount Hogg would not be willing to attack a sturdy castle defended by more than 2,000 soldiers.

Sure enough, when Ryan stood on the castle and looked into the distance, Viscount Hogg's army did not gather.

"He's hesitating."

Obviously, after knowing the damage in yesterday's battle, Viscount Hogg didn't know whether he should attack Viscount Walter's castle.

Regardless of success or failure, the result would be heavy casualties, and he would even be forced to dismount his cavalry and attack as infantry.

This is obviously impossible.

(End of this chapter)