Start as Inherited Baroness

"Stop! Stop! Those who retreat will be killed!!"

Seeing this, the bandit leader Iser frowned and shouted, raised his two-handed sword and killed a fleeing bandit.

There were seven or eight heavily armored warriors beside him, and they attacked together and killed more than a dozen people in a short time.

But the trend of collapse was not curbed. The bandits at most stopped running towards them.

Some of them were panicking and thinking quickly, and even cut the ropes that bound the raft, jumped on it, and went with the flow.

"Sir! It's not good. These bandits are useless. Why haven't Willich and the others arrived yet?"

One of the axe-wielding leaders with a brown beard approached Iser and whispered.

"I don't know. There must have been an accident."

"Sir! We should retreat. These 500 elite soldiers have already lost a lot.

If we all die here, how can we explain it when we go back?" The brown beard said solemnly.

"If we order a retreat at this time, we will definitely be defeated. If we stand firm in battle formation, they will not be able to defeat us for a while."

Isser looked worried and said with a firm look.

"Sir, the bandits on the left wing have already fled. The situation is very bad..."

Just as they were arguing endlessly, Simon had already led his troops to set off.

He was accompanied by more than 300 guards, nearly 20 heavy infantry and more than 30 cavalry. It can be said that the elite troops have been sitting still.

But now, it is time to attack. The enemy only has more than 400 armored bandits fighting with the shield spearmen of the patrol team.

There are also a dozen of the leader's guards watching the battle in the rear, and Gaiser is the boss.

"Cavalry, follow me! Mylan stays and directs other soldiers to attack the left wing!

Don't cut off the armored bandits' retreat. Remember, chase them!"

Simon pulled the reins, stabilized the slightly restless superior warhorse, and ordered.

"Yes! Baron! I will definitely defeat the enemy!" Mailan responded loudly and promised.

Simon led the cavalry out without waiting to hear it, bypassed from the east, and rushed straight to the bandit leader Iser.

"My lord! It's bad! Baron Simon is coming for us!"

Simon and the cavalry had just bypassed the main battlefield when the bandit leader discovered their intentions.

"Damn Willich! Damn it! He must want to kill someone with a borrowed knife!!"

Iser suddenly shouted angrily and held the two-handed sword across his body.

"My lord! Retreat quickly!

There is a green mountain, and there is no fear of running out of firewood!"

The brown-bearded man looked quite educated and said a popular proverb in the Eagle Kingdom, which was probably what he meant.

"Run? Where to run?! The horses are left in the camp!

Prepare for battle, use these tents, and circle around them! Three people in a team, find an opportunity to grab the horses! Run as many as you can!"

Iser gritted his teeth, but shouted calmly in his eyes.

When Simon led the cavalry to arrive, they had already divided into teams and ran into the bandit camp.

He waved his hand, signaling to slow down, and had no intention of attacking immediately, cruising around the periphery.

"Shoot!" Simon observed for a while and ordered.

The dozen light cavalrymen who knew how to ride and shoot immediately began to draw their bows and shoot arrows at the bandit leaders.

The first wave was fruitless, they were all experienced and did not hold back.

"Focus on one person!" Simon said immediately.

A moment later, more than a dozen arrows were all shot at a hammer-wielding man with worn armor. This man did not have a shield, so he was picked.

Although the weapon he carried was very heavy, his footwork was very flexible, and he circled around the tent and dodged seven or eight arrows in a row.

But then his luck seemed to run out, and he was hit by three arrows in a row, one in the back, one in the chest and one in the arm.

However, this man was wearing a heavy armor, and ordinary arrows could not break through the defense. Only blood oozed from his arm, which was indeed a little injured.

Simon shook his head. The short bows of the light cavalry were very weak against these heavy armored soldiers. They had to fight in close combat to decide the winner.

"Heavy cavalry, dismount! Light cavalry, watch the horses, and patrol!" He pulled the reins outside the bandit camp and dismounted.

Upon hearing this, the other cavalrymen in heavy armor followed suit, taking out the war hammers they were comfortable with from their saddlebags and hanging them around their waists.

This hammer was more than one meter long, with a fist-sized bone on it and thick spikes.

But don't underestimate its power, it is specially used to break armor.

After dismounting, more than a dozen heavy cavalrymen became heavy infantry, all holding cavalry guns and coming to Simon's side.

He was holding a saber, which was a weapon that came with the storage column in the panel.

This knife was more than two meters long, and the sharp edge was cold and sharp. It was definitely a weapon of excellent quality.

At this time, Isser and others did not hide anymore. They all gathered together with grim eyes and stared at Simon and the others.

It seemed like a fair fight was about to begin.

The two sides stood in different positions and approached slowly.

During this period, several heavy cavalrymen blocked Simon's way, but he pushed them all away, blocking his view.

He had already stared at the enemy once, and there were only four with the physique of gold warriors on the opposite side, and the rest were silver or bronze warriors.

Among all the people present, Simon had the highest military strength, and he immediately felt relieved, and everyone looked like a chicken or a dog!

When the two groups of people approached a certain distance, no one blew the whistle, and they all shouted and rushed towards each other.

They all found their own targets.

"Kill!" Simon waved his sword and roared.

Swish! A very gorgeous flame half-slash shot out.

This fighting skill cut the two most anxious heavily armored men on the bandit side in half, and a moment later, a raging fire ignited on their bodies.

Ise was stunned when he saw this.

"Enter the rank of knight!! Sir! Run!! Let's hold him back!!"

The brown-bearded axe-wielding guard saw this, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted sadly.

Ise turned around and ran without hesitation.

Simon was not soft-hearted at all, and swung his sword twice again, and the flames were cut out in succession, killing three more heavily armored guards of the bandits in seconds.

He didn't care about the others anymore, because the powerful warriors had been killed anyway.

There were also five golden warriors among the heavy cavalry, so it was not difficult to deal with the remaining bandits.

Simon led a few people to chase after the bandit leader Ise, who expected that this man was a big fish and could definitely squeeze out a lot of information.

The light cavalry outside the bandit camp also saw this situation, and they went to the front to block the road, and bent their bows and drew arrows to shoot at him.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

After a while, Ise was hit by several arrows.

However, the plate chainmail on his body was very good, and the arrows were either bounced off or stuck in the chainmail without piercing.

Although it did not cause actual damage to him, it inevitably slowed down his pace of escape.

At this time, Simon had already chased him two meters behind him, and immediately swung his saber and hit his head hard with the side of the knife.

With a clang! Ise was hit hard, his iron helmet flew away, and he rolled on the ground, falling flat on his face.

However, he was not dead or fainted, and he turned over and looked up at Simon who was walking towards him, saying in disbelief: "You are actually an entry-level knight... How is it possible..."

Before he finished speaking, his head drooped back and did not move.

In the Eagle Kingdom, bronze, silver, and gold knights are also collectively referred to as entry-level knights. If they are not very rare, they are definitely rare.

These people are the real force of the kingdom.

Even the lowest-ranked bronze knights would need dozens of high-level heavy-armored warriors to cooperate properly, and with the help of the terrain, they could be surrounded and killed.

Of course, if they didn't care about human lives, one or two hundred elite soldiers could also be killed.

After all, once a knight has exhausted his fighting spirit, he can only fight with his own physique.