"No...it's not good! The Kusha people are coming!"
"What? Kusha! Damn it! Quick! Run!"
"Damn! It's too late! Men take up arms and prepare to fight to the death with me! Women and children hide in the cellar!"
"Don't forget to light the beacon! If you can hold on until the kingdom's army arrives, you might be able to escape!"
"You don't need to say that? I just lit the beacon. I hope those guys can come faster, otherwise we will all die today."
"Shut up! Don't say bad words! The Kingdom's army today is not the nobles who only used to show off their words."
"That's right. I heard that our new king is a demon god like the monarch of the Kusha Empire - Emperor Gnishuka. He has unimaginable power and will definitely be able to block the opponent's army."
"Oh - I hope so."
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Accompanied by nervous and panicked shouts, a village located on the eastern border of the Kingdom of Mitland quickly entered a state of war readiness.
All the men, including old men over fifty years old and young men over thirteen years old, gathered together with items such as pitchforks, sickles, hoes, etc. It was unclear whether they should be considered weapons or agricultural tools.
Women and younger children burrowed into the cellar where grain, vegetables and sundries were stored.
The entrance is either sealed with stones or covered with earth or other materials.
Everyone's eyes revealed strong uneasiness and fear.
Because the reputation of the Kusha people for their cruelty has already resounded throughout the continent with their conquest of other surrounding countries.
Robbery, rape, massacre, and slavery were all commonplace for these terrible invaders.
Almost every city that was captured suffered varying degrees of massacre.
What's even more frightening is that if it falls into the hands of the famous monster army, it may become food for the terrifying monsters, or it may endure inhuman torture and eventually be transformed into a monster controlled by the other party.
Because of this, once the border villages heard that the Kusha people were coming, they would basically abandon their homes and everything and run away.
I don’t want any land, houses, or food.
Many deserted villages were abandoned in this way.
No way, this is the price of living in border areas.
Not to mention this medieval feudal country where wars broke out frequently and people burned each other's villages at every turn. Even in the so-called civilized modern countries on earth, once a war breaks out, the first to be unlucky are always the residents living on the border.
Soon, accompanied by the dust rising in the distance, the cavalry troops of the Kusha Empire swept in at extremely fast speeds.
Although their number is not large, they are very elite.
Moreover, the cavalry of the Kusha Empire are not all typical heavy armored cavalry like the knights and retinues of the Kingdom of Mitland, but there are many light cavalry and archers similar to the nomadic tribes.
The team of almost two to three hundred people in front of them was obviously horse archers.
They were wearing white robes, with only a relatively simple leather armor on the outside, and on their heads was a round pointed helmet similar to that of the Ottoman Empire on Earth.
When approaching the outskirts of the village, these warriors did not directly use their own speed to attack the trembling farmers. Instead, they took out their bows and arrows and shot a rain of arrows into the sky while running.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
With the sound of piercing the air, the arrow quickly drew a beautiful parabola in the sky and fell straight towards the crowd.
"careful!!!!!!"
"Lift the pot lid and the door! Move quickly if you don't want to die!"
Under the command of several middle-aged men who obviously had combat experience, the villagers quickly raised the pot lids used at home and the newly removed doors above their heads in a panic.
Because for them, things like shields are obviously luxury goods, so they can only make do with door panels and pot lids.
Although it is of no use at all in close combat, it is still no problem to cover long-range arrows like this.
Of course, it is limited to this kind of horseback compound bow with low draw weight.
If replaced by armor-piercing arrows and heavy arrows fired from a long bow, or crossbow bolts fired from a close-range crossbow, these tattered or even rotten wooden boards would be penetrated in minutes.
Accompanied by the sound of "do-do-do-do-do-do" arrows being nailed to the wood, the villagers successfully blocked this round of running long-distance missiles.
Of course, there were still a few unlucky ones who were hit by arrows and fell to the ground and howled in pain.
But at this moment, it was obvious that he no longer cared about treating their wounds.
The experienced Kusha Rangers had already taken advantage of a hail of arrows to quickly circle around the entire village.
They did not rush to attack, but continued to circle around, occasionally looking for opportunities to shoot cold arrows and shout to scare the villagers who lacked discipline and combat experience.
Obviously, this is a very clever strategy.
Because even the least organized militia can pose a considerable threat to the cavalry once they gather together to form a dense formation.
In particular, the intersections in villages are often very narrow, and there are large and small houses and yards on both sides as shelters.
This will undoubtedly greatly limit the performance of the cavalry.
Therefore, the commander of this small group of cavalry did not intend to attack forcefully, but wanted to let the opponent collapse on his own first and then pursue him.
"Don't panic! Don't be confused! Don't run! Once we run away, we will all be lambs to be slaughtered!"
A middle-aged man who was suspected to have been a mercenary shouted at the top of his lungs.
Unfortunately, those young people in their teens and twenties were completely panicked by now, their brains were dominated by strong fear, and some even peed their pants in public.
Although it sounds very embarrassing, this is the most real reaction of most ordinary people when they face war, killing and death for the first time.
Seeing that the time was ripe, the commander of the Kusha Empire immediately drew out his scimitar and took the lead in rushing forward. In a manner full of violent aesthetics, he clung to the periphery of the militia formation and easily killed a young man with the help of the acceleration of his mount.
The head was chopped off.
puff!
With a column of blood spurting out from the aorta in the neck, the headless corpse immediately fell straight down.
The pungent smell of blood and the falling bloody heads immediately frightened these villagers, who had experienced the cruelty of war for the first time, to the point where some even dropped their pitchforks and tried to escape by jumping over the wall into the yard.
Unfortunately, they were quickly and accurately shot by the bows and arrows in the hands of the other cavalry during the climb over the wall.
As a saying goes, people who are more afraid of death tend to die faster on the battlefield, but those who are not afraid of death have a greater chance of surviving.
Just when the Kusha Empire rangers were about to kill all the villagers one by one, a man in a black cloak suddenly appeared out of thin air at the entrance to the back of the village.
He looked very tall and strong, carrying a door-panel sword almost as tall as a man on his back. Every step he took would leave deep footprints on the ground.
The appearance of this man undoubtedly confused the soldiers and villagers of the Kusha Empire.
Because they could never imagine that at this time, who would approach dangerous border villages.
Especially since this place had been clearly classified as a war zone more than half a month ago.
The armies of both sides launched a fierce and bloody battle around the villages, towns and fortresses on the border.
It is said that there are casualties ranging from hundreds to thousands of people every day.
Not to mention ordinary businessmen and travelers, even mercenaries who work for money are not willing to go near such a ghost place.
"Go! Kill him!"
The cavalry of the Kusha Empire obviously did not want this outsider to disturb their hunting, so they started shooting arrows at him without saying a word.
But just a second later, the opponent suddenly pulled out the giant sword behind him at lightning speed and blocked it in front of him.
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!
With the crisp sound of the metal collision and the scattering of golden sparks, all the arrows were spread out by the thick blade of the giant sword.
To be exact, not even a dent or a few white marks were left.
The non-reflective dark metal light makes people feel horrified just by looking at it.
"Damn it! This guy seems a little unusual!"
A cavalryman from the Kusha Empire was the first to notice something was wrong and shouted loudly to his companions.
"Humph! He's just a stupid and arrogant mercenary! Pull out your weapons and let us teach him a lesson."
Another cavalryman put away his bow and arrow and pulled out a scimitar with a cold light from his waist.
Under his leadership, the other five cavalrymen also made the same move, and then began to urge their horses to speed up and outflank them from the left and right sides.
As light cavalry who are mainly responsible for reconnaissance, harassment and plunder, they are obviously not equipped with long-handled weapons such as lances and spears, so they do not have any frontal impact at all.
To be continued...