The Twentieth Section Incentives

  Arvad heard the unusual sound behind him and involuntarily turned around, he only felt a gust of wind that the spearman he had let go was already close to him, at this distance he no longer had the chance to draw his sword. In that instant, Arvad felt death so close for the first time. At this moment, Yves beside him suddenly pushed Arvad away and blocked between them. Arvad saw Yves being stabbed by the spearman, he felt the blood in his body rushing to his brain.

  "Ah." Arwade roared, swinging his sword out from a low angle, the blade slicing across the spearman's neck, his movements clean and efficient.

  "Hmph~~~." The spear-wielding soldier's face was momentarily frozen like a sculpture, he stretched out his hand to touch his own neck, where a faint white scar appeared on the skin, and soon bright red blood gushed out uncontrollably, in an instant it was as if a dam had burst, no matter how hard he tried to press down on the wound, it was all in vain. His throat let out a gurgling sound, and he fell to the ground with a heavy thud, like a half-felled tree trunk.

  "Are you alright?" Arwade didn't even bother to wipe the blood off his own face as he rushed forward to support Ivry, who had blocked the long spear for him. Fortunately, the broken spear had only pierced his shoulder, and although he was injured, it wasn't a fatal wound that would take his life immediately.

  "Hurry, the enemy will be upon us soon." Yves said with difficulty to Arwod, his head tilted to one side, feeling as if all his strength had been drained from him, this simple young man not wanting to hold Arwod back.

  "Shut up, I've never abandoned my own people." Arwade didn't care about the fear of killing for the first time, the soldiers behind him who were being held back by other armed servants with crossbows gradually closed in. He grabbed Yves and ran towards the agreed location, his ears able to hear the shouts of the baron's soldiers, they howled like beasts, waving their weapons in hand.

  "Bad, we've been caught up." Supporting a heavily injured person, even Arwade's pace, which had improved significantly after crossing over, couldn't help but stumble. The two of them, whose speed had clearly slowed down, were soon caught up and surrounded by the soldiers.

  "I'm sorry, sir. I've held you back." Yves said weakly to Arwade, his face pale and lips colorless.

  "Never mind, I didn't think that I, a dimension traveler, would end up dying here." Ah Ruo De said with a bitter smile, not caring whether Yifu Li understood or not. Although Ah Ruo De had a hint of hesitation and regret in his heart, perhaps due to the lack of familial love in his past life, he couldn't bring himself to abandon his companions. In his past life, he knew that Daizi often took advantage of him, but he was unwilling to turn against his friends, which might be Ah Ruo De's greatest weakness.

  They stood back to back, facing the surrounding soldiers. Arwade pulled out a small knife from his waist and handed it to Yifeli, while he himself held a long sword against the soldiers holding long spears. They were already in a desperate situation with their backs to the water.

  "Wah~~~." The spear-wielding soldiers cautiously aimed their long spears at the two, using their shields to step by step encroach on Arwade's space, they deeply knew the terror of a sword-wielding swordsman. But just then, a horseshoe sound came from behind them, accompanied by a rough and furious roar.

  "We're saved!" Arwade couldn't help but laugh at the angry roar, it was his brother Yifu's angry roar. He saw Yifu wearing a cuirass and holding a horse gun, riding his own warhorse to launch a charge from behind the halberdiers.

  "Wow, Lord~~~~." The spear-wielding soldiers were stunned by the sudden charge of the knights from behind. They wanted to turn around and aim their long spears and shields at the charging knights, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot - they were no match for them. Ivan's lance was like a hot knife cutting through butter, easily piercing the chest of a soldier who stood in front of him. The soldier's body was thrown high into the air due to inertia, and Ivan's warhorse charged into the soldiers, scattering them in all directions. The other soldiers were terrified and at a loss for what to do.

  "Oh no~~~." At this time, Arwade also let out a loud roar and charged towards the soldiers. He swung his long sword, his golden hair scattered, his body agilely moving through the crowd, constantly using techniques such as slash, cut, and alternate attacks to stir up a bloody storm among the enemy. For the first time, Arwade didn't think or act like a person who had crossed over from modern times; he felt like a true Germanic warrior of this war-torn era. He continued to swing his sword, fresh blood splattering on his leather armor, the wails of the enemy filling his ears.

  "Oh no!" The soldiers, who had been subjected to unexpected blows and the knights' charge, could finally bear it no longer. They dropped their weapons and, supporting each other with the bodies of their fallen comrades, retreated in the direction of the village. As a result, they were again beaten along the way by the armed servants, who, although perhaps lacking in courage when facing the enemy, now had boundless confidence.

  "No, no, no, these damned fools, what are they doing? Fifteen men can't even beat five, send them to hell, or I'll flog them to death." Baron Difooni saw his defeated troops and furiously tore at his hair, letting out bursts of angry roars, losing all reason in his rage.

  "What shall we do, milord?" The baron's knights licked their dry lips, they hadn't expected the Duke of Mason to have such elite knights and swordsmen under his command, perhaps they had underestimated their opponents.

  "To horse, men! Let us show the Duke of Mason's people a bit of colour." Baron Difroni waved his hand and his attendants immediately led over the horses. The knights also mounted their horses, picked up their lances, and led their attendants and soldiers to slowly move towards the village.

  If Arvind and his brother's victory enraged the Baron, then General Ralf and others who were watching from the sidelines were thrilled and motivated. They thought that one of their own had defeated fifteen enemies, which filled them with confidence and longing as they gazed at General Ralf. The general saw all this and knew that morale had soared. Familiar with war, he understood that this was an omen of victory. Sometimes, what truly determines the outcome of a battle is not the number of troops or the quality of weapons, but rather this intangible thing called morale.

  "Advance." General Relf raised his right hand and then clenched it into a fist, swinging it in the direction of the enemy as he gave the order.

  "Rumble~~~~." Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes gathered into a rumble, the clanking of knights' armor, the collision of weapons, and the low hum from people's throats, their eyes bursting with desire for victory.

  "The enemy is on the right, there's an ambush." Baron Difourni led his knights and soldiers in a straight charge towards Aronde, but the sounds bursting from the woods and the pennants of lances appearing before their eyes made his men cry out.

  "Rumble, rumble~~~~~, Grazie, Grazie~~~~~." Just as the Baron's men were reacting, General Relf and the Mason Knights let out a loud yell, desperately urging their warhorses forward with spurs, charging towards the Baron's troops. The thunderous sound and yelling in the ears of the Baron's soldiers was like the roar of thousands of horses.

  "Hedgehog, hedgehog!" Baron Difourni stared in stunned silence at the knights charging towards him, but his own knights did not forget their duty. They loudly ordered the soldiers to immediately form a completely defensive hedgehog array, because the Saxon knights knew that any change now would be foolish.

  "Yah, charge, Grazie!!!". The Mason Knights lowered the muzzles of their carbines within a hundred paces, aiming at those crowded together, with shields and lances pointing outward.

  "Clang, clang, clang~~~~." The muffled sounds were the knights' lances striking the shields. However, after the first row of lances hit the shields, the inertial force did not disappear, and the soldiers behind the shields let out miserable cries as they were knocked over. At this moment, the second row of knights charged in, their lances piercing the soldiers' bodies, brains bursting through the skulls that had been penetrated, blood splashing everywhere in a chaotic mess.

  "Ah, ah, blood, blood." A piece of brain splattered onto Baron Difourni's face, his complexion pale, lips trembling as he let out a disjointed and incoherent scream.

  In the distance, Arvad and Eve saw General Relph's rescue approaching, their emotions were also stirred. The charge of the Mason Knights was unstoppable, making people's blood boil. Eve suddenly took off his helmet, threw the bucket-shaped helmet to the ground, with a fierce glint in his eyes.

  "Come on, my brother, let's go and make our mark!" Yifu said with a big laugh, holding out his hand to Arwo'd.

  "Alright." Arwade's mouth also curved into a smile, he grasped Eifu's broad and powerful hand, and with one leap, jumped onto the back of Eifu's warhorse. Eifu's lance had already been shattered and discarded, so he drew his own sword and charged towards Baron Difoni's army, shouting loudly as they brandished their swords high. The two brothers rode together on a single warhorse, fighting valiantly against the enemy.

  This small skirmish was about to open the war between two Holy Roman Empire Electors, Arwed didn't know how deeply he would be involved in it later, at this moment he just waved his sword and followed his family members to fight bravely, the Meissen knights saw that the two brothers of the Windel family riding on the same horse did not have any intention to mock them, they automatically left space for the two brothers to fight, this was the respect they kept for these two brave brothers.

  "Baron, we are at a disadvantage, the soldiers can't hold on, let's escort you away." The Saxon knights fought hard to resist, but the Masonic knights, who were in high spirits, seemed like an unstoppable flood, and they barely maintained their formation. Occasionally, some of the Masonic knights' attendants had already broken through, so they suggested to the baron.

  "Ah, yes, yes, quick, take me away from here, I want to go find my cousin, the noble Duke of Saxony, and have these damned rascals all killed." said Baron Diphon in a nonsensical manner.