Chapter 191: Could It Be the Lord's Relative?

That morning, on the parade ground outside the castle, the barbarians who had been resting for several days were brought over.

Originally, it was agreed that the competition would begin after two days of rest.

However, because Gervas had stayed in Austin Castle for a whole day, it was delayed by an extra day.

Of course, this was actually more favorable to the barbarians.

After all, with only a small supply of food, an extra day of rest meant recovering an extra portion of strength.

Today, Gervas had made arrangements for the battlefield.

What a spear phalanx fears most, without question, is being flanked on both wings.

Thus, Gervas used wooden fences to directly enclose a narrow battlefield, exactly matching the width of the spear phalanx.

This also meant that the barbarians had no choice but to attack head-on.

It was a true clash of force against force.

"Iron Bear, right? Do you have any objections to this battlefield arrangement?"

"Noble Gervas, I have no objections. Compared to you using fifty ordinary humans to fight against our fifty Black Bear tribe warriors, we are at an advantage no matter what!"

Facing Gervas's question, Iron Bear showed great self-awareness.

Gervas giving them such an opportunity was truly an extraordinary act of grace.

If Gervas wanted to toy with them, even if he sent five hundred soldiers, they would have no choice!

"Hmph, you know your place," Knight Mi Gen sneered.

He always felt this battle was unfavorable to his side.

Iron Bear did not dare to create trouble, so he naturally ignored Knight Mi Gen's cold words.

"Noble Gervas, may we begin the contest now?"

Gervas glanced toward the direction of the small town; Thomas was rushing over with several carriages.

He immediately smiled and said, "We can start immediately! Go prepare!"

After the barbarians left, Thomas also arrived nearby.

"My lord, the weapons you requested are all assembled!"

"Weapons? Don't the soldiers already have wooden spears?" Knight Mi Gen was somewhat puzzled and immediately walked to the carriage.

With a rustle, the tarp was lifted, revealing two or three dozen bamboo poles.

However, Knight Mi Gen soon discovered what made these bamboo poles unique: on the branches of these bamboo poles, there were densely packed sharp blades.

But what use could such small blades have?

Of course, if any transmigrator were in this situation, they would probably know what this was.

Because this was precisely the anti-Japanese divine artifact from his past life—the Wolf Brush.

Although the threat from both wings had been eliminated, given the barbarians' massive physiques and thick, tough skin.

Breaking through the spear phalanx was actually not too difficult; at most, it would just cost some casualties.

And if the spear line was breached head-on, the formation would collapse in an instant.

Therefore, the secret to ensuring the formation was not broken lay here.

Quickly, he ordered his subordinates to distribute the Wolf Brushes.

Gervas's spear phalanx had ten men per row, with a depth of five rows in total.

Thus, except for the first two rows of soldiers holding lighter spears, the rear three rows were all switched to Wolf Brushes.

It is worth mentioning that this was not a life-or-death battle.

Therefore, the soldiers used wooden spears without iron spearheads; only lime powder bags were tied to the spear tips.

If struck, it naturally meant being wounded.

Once the weapons were distributed, the battle began immediately.

"Captain! Look at those guys, why are they even using bamboo poles, and they haven't even removed the paper strips? Don't they find it troublesome to hold?" Some barbarians laughed mockingly.

Iron Bear frowned slightly; although he felt today's battle should not be a major problem.

Yet a vague unease lingered in his heart.

"Do not underestimate them. We must fight with all our strength; we absolutely cannot lose this chance to return to the tribe!!"

"Understood, Captain Iron Bear!"

Iron Bear stopped being distracted, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Warriors of the Black Bear tribe, kill!"

"Kill!"

The crowd of barbarians immediately launched a charge.

Their massive physiques combined with the number of fifty made their charging momentum look no less than fifty armored cavalry.

Seeing this, the spear guards each stepped back a pace in the next instant, their knuckles turning white with tension.

"Hold steady! All of you damn well hold steady!" Lawrence immediately shouted loudly to calm them.

After all, they were new recruits with low psychological endurance; even though it was not a real battle, facing the fierce momentum of the barbarians, they were still intimidated.

Knight Mi Gen and others could not help but look worriedly at their lord.

Ordinary guards were one thing, but they were all new recruits...

But very soon, they discovered that their lord's expression was unchanged, still leisurely watching the 'battlefield' ahead.

As the barbarians charged closer and the distance between the two sides dropped below five meters, Lawrence finally began to shout the command!

"Spear phalanx, raise spears!"

"Kill!"

"Spear phalanx, thrust!"

"Kill!"

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The piercing sounds rang out one after another; the barbarians in the front row had undoubtedly been stabbed.

These barbarians were at least somewhat disciplined; sensing they were wounded, they did not continue their charge.

"Spear phalanx, withdraw!"

"Kill!"

"Spear phalanx, thrust!"

"Kill!"

Another rapid and skilled cycle of withdrawal and thrust!

After all, half a month of arduous training had turned these two simple movements into muscle memory.

Of course, no matter how fast, once the barbarians closed in, this second wave of spear thrusts was not so smooth.

Although they again 'pierced' through several barbarians, the subsequent barbarians seized the opportunity, smashing the spears open with their fists and charging into the phalanx.

At first, one or two barbarians broke through, but later it became five or six.

Within such a narrow passage, the charge of five or six barbarians had already completely shattered the spear phalanx.

"Haha, we have won! Warriors of the Black Bear Tribe, charge! We will be home soon!"

Seeing this, the barbarians immediately laughed heartily.

Meanwhile, Knight Mi Gen and the others turned ashen.

This defeat was too fast, too total.

My lord's hundred gold coins were practically thrown into a pond.

Was this my lord's first taste of failure?

I hope it does not deal a blow to my lord!

After all, many nobles, once struck by such a blow, may never recover.

Knight Mi Gen did not wish for my lord Gervas to fall into negative emotions because of this.

For only with a stronger my lord Gervas could they live better lives.

Knight Mi Gen secretly glanced at my lord once more.

But Knight Mi Gen, with a mind full of thoughts, never could have imagined this.

The very next moment, he witnessed such a scene.

He was completely stunned.

He smiled!

My lord actually showed a smile!

And he smiled with extraordinary joy.

What is going on?

Could it be that he is happy because they are about to lose?

Are those barbarians my lord's relatives?

But my lord is a true human!

"Ahhh!"

However, soon Knight Mi Gen understood why my lord had smiled.

For the spear phalanx, which was thought to be on the verge of collapse, had actually held!

He saw that the barbarians, having advanced barely over a meter, had their cheers of returning home cut short, replaced by wails and screams.

He saw that the barbarians who had plunged into the bamboo and vine area were halted by the dense tangle of branches.

Countless sharp blades mercilessly sliced their bodies from all directions.

Whether limbs or torso, or even neck, eyes, nose, ears, lips.

In short, the blood-soaked sight made one's scalp prickle.

Of course, a few barbarians, fearless of death, gritted their teeth against the pain, shielding their eyes as they tried to charge deeper.

But they soon discovered that the deeper they went, the more blades and vines there were; finally, like a thorn bush, they were trapped in the sea of branches and blades, unable to advance or retreat.

"W-what... how could this be!"

Hearing the screams and cries of his comrades from within, Iron Bear's face changed drastically.

And seeing his subordinates in the 'forest of blades' covered in blood, rolling and wailing incessantly, Iron Bear was filled with extreme anxiety.

However, at this moment, Gervas felt not a shred of pity; he merely watched everything with a calm expression.

And the guards, seeing that the Wolf Halberds in their hands were so effective, began to frantically withdraw and thrust their Wolf Halberds, letting the sharp blades slice the barbarians' bodies without pause.