The battle

"Edward! Edward! They are charging!" Louis came running to him while shouting.

Frigs nodded as he calmly responded, "Calm down, I still have my eyes… anyway, the soldiers, the wooden stakes, all are ready, right?"

Louis nodded in response, Frigs just smiled as he rubbed his horse, "Then do as what I said, let the cavalries of the enemy charge first and hit the wooden stakes, when they fell off from their horses, tell the men to spare none of them and return as soon as possible to the formation and prepare to fight the infantries!"

Louis nodded before he turned around and ran toward the soldiers while Frigs has a big smirk on his face, "Did they really think lightly armoured horses with chain mail are enough to stop the stakes? It won't there must be some part of the horses that are not protected after that is done, we can just knock those horsemen!"

Just as he said, when the horses made contact with the stakes, most of them were frightened and made a deafening sound of their neighs. The one that passed soon went to sleep because of the poisons. For the men that fell off their horses, they, too, soon fell asleep as well because of the same reason, poison covered in Frigs's army.

The people retreated to their formation when they saw the enemy's infantries getting closer and closer to them, barely making it in time. As Frigs examined the battle on his horse from the peak of the hill, he saw what he did not expect, "The horses!"

The previous horses that got frightened turned around, wanting to retreat, their speed suddenly increased and they galloped uphill. Those infantries charging downhill got knocked down when they did not manage to avoid the horse.

The one that killed the horse with their weapons were tripped by the bodies of the horses and rolled downhill, most got knocked down because of the impact of their armour while rolling. The others found themselves dizzy when they woke up and were instantly absorbed by the wave of infantries.

"Everybody! On three, charge!!" One of the villagers said as the enemies barely reached the layer of stakes.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three! Charge!!!!!"

Full force, Frigs's army charged with their blunted weapons, blunted, but not covered in clothes, 'Thank god I told them to blunt those weapons with a rock just a few minutes ago, I almost forgot that if I wanted to use the potions, those cloths would get in the way and the potions wouldn't work"

Both sides met each other, shield met shield and weapons met weapons. Luckily for Frigs, he got his archers. The arrows soon started flying, hitting the enemies on the unprotected part of the armour as it barely penetrated the skin because of its bluntness.

Even with that all, he was still outnumbered, "Based on my calculation, they only have about 200 troops! I'm not sure if I can win this, but if I do… I'm afraid someone is going to get killed because of the arrows hitting the head!"

He slightly looked back and nodded and then returned his face with furrowed eyebrows as he continued to examine the battle. The effect has started. The armoured against the unarmoured was not a fair fight. Soon, he gritted his teeth, 'I can't win if it's like this! I only have 20 people in the melee fight right now. So far, none of them fell to the ground, but they are badly wounded!'

He hoped, "I hope… that the other 20 men would do a great thing in this fight!"

Slowly crawling under cloths, covered in grass, one of the villagers whispered to another, "Andre, should we uncover ourselves now and join the fight?"

The one villager, probably named Andre, responded as he slightly shook his head, "Nicholas, we can't do it now, they would instantly realize us if we uncover now. You remembered what Sir Edward taught us in the tent?"

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Earlier in the tent, yesterday, "Here is my plan, 10 archers, 20 soldiers on the field, the rest 20, hide behind the hill, when I give you a signal, presumably a nod, go around the hill with clothes covered completely in grass and sticks. All 20 of you… you are the most vital part of us winning this battle"

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Nicholas nodded and pointed to the commander of the enemies, the two spoiled kids with red and light blonde hair, "Hey, you see those two?"

The two spoiled kids seemed to be sitting on comfortable couches and enjoying some tea as they are overlooking the battle. Andre gave a slight nod as a response and Nicholas continued his words, "Capture those, quietly and then charge at the rest of the troops!"

Louis came running to Frigs once again, "Edward! One of the villagers has been downed, we can't hold for much more if those people didn't show up!"

Frigs nodded, "I understand. Slowly move uphill and move to the defensive, tell the archers to drop their bows and use their melee weapons from now on! Prioritize the wounded first and give them each a healing potion!"

Louis nodded and he, once again, ran toward the fighting in a hurry. The archers dropped their bows and quivers and unsheathed their swords, they then charged. It was just like what he ordered. The wounded were being dragged out of the battle and the others continued to fight.

'Look how brave they are and how strong they are… I really got a good village" He raised his head and saw the two spoiled kids mocking him with their face and their hands. But he smirked when he saw a shadow behind the two kids.

The shadow covered their mouth with clothes, and they fell asleep not three seconds later. It seems that his plan worked wonderfully. The twenty men revealed themselves and stood at the low hill. They unsheathed their weapons and grabbed their shields on their back.

"Charge!!!!" A loud shout that sounded like a roar could be heard by everyone, including Frigs.