Those enemies ran back to the mountain, which means that the main force facing the enemy will be here for some time.

Graheide sat on the ground with a little bored, wiping his bow.

"It's almost war, you don't seem to be nervous at all." Osor said from the side.

"What?" Graheide glanced at Osor, "Are you nervous?"

"No, we are professional mercenaries," said Osor. "In recent years, the quality of the troops in the Almani Federation has been getting lower and lower. Many times, we have to rely on our mercenaries to support the scene. The troops on the front line are still like this, let alone the miscellaneous troops left behind to guard the mines."

"Is that so? I think their knights are quite difficult to deal with."

"It's not as good as before. Almani's knights come from nobles, and nobles have their own territory. Even the lowest-level knight class has their own small manors. With income from manors, many nobles are unwilling to go to the battlefield to fight desperately. Now there is a tax called shield tax in the Federation, which is prepared for those knights who are unwilling to go to the battlefield. Of course, there are also knights who are glorious on the battlefield, but the quantity and quality are decreasing year by year."

As he said that, Osol shook his head:

"Our great Knight King unified Britain. I think the knights of Britain will become like this in hundreds of years."

"Certainly?"

"It is bound to happen. The Seven Hills Empire is a lesson for the past. The rise and decline of the Almany Federation is just to retake this old path. Look at the current situation, Britain and the Kingdom of Heroes are emerging - sometimes I feel that history is a cycle of continuous circulation."

"I don't think so."

Grahyidra raised his bow and aimed forward.

"Even if the country is on a downward verge, there is no need to complain about yourself. Because only the rise of a hero can turn the tide."

The arrows on the bowstrings shot into the distance with his words.

"I'll get one point this time," he said, "Let the soldiers get up, the enemy has arrived."

Shortly after Grahaide finished speaking, sand and dust rose up on the horizon. It was a sign of the arrival of the army. Not long after, they heard the shaking of the horse's hooves, rolling like thunder.

Dozens of fully armed knights appeared directly in front of the battlefield. Beside them, there were hundreds of horse-riding entourages, and their equipment was also very well-equipped. They did not rush to attack, and were still far from Graheide's position, so they stopped their horses and looked at them.

Not long after, the infantry appeared in the rear. Their formation was neat, wearing sharp arms, and their armor shone with sparkling light. They kept rushing to the battlefield from behind, and the number seemed endless.

Osor's expression suddenly became serious:

"The situation doesn't seem to be right. Why are there so many garrisons in this place?"

In the end, more than 2,000 infantrymen appeared in front of them. They did not rush to attack, but rectified their formation in front of the positions, and the slogans shouted from the soldiers shocked the forest like the wind.

After the infantry, the crossbowmen also arrived at the scene. Their equipment was much inferior to that of the infantry, but the number was only much higher than that of the infantry. Adding these enemy troops together, finally the enemy troops lined up in front of Graheide had at least five thousand people.

"It seems that we have inadvertently touched some amazing stronghold."

Graheide spat on the ground, and then a ruthless force surged into his heart.

"The chosen archers! Get ready to face the enemy!"

In the front, the enemy's crossbowmen crossed the infantry and came to the forefront of the front line. It seems that they wanted to use more than ten times more long-range troops than here to carry out a saturated strike on the position and defeat the morale of Grahyde's troops before taking over the enemy.

"Everyone, use the longbow!"

Under Graheide's order, more than 200 archers took out long and hard bows. This bow was specially improved by Graheide in the past two years. Due to the large pounds, it could not be lifted in other positions. These more than 200 archers had to change from their original squatting posture to their standing posture.

Graheide stretched out his thumb and calculated the distance between the two sides.

"Stabilize...adjust your breath...exhale...inhale...inhale...inhale...inhale!"

At a very long distance that the enemy's archers could not imagine, the two hundred archers in Graheide attacked the enemy first. The flying arrows were powerful and accurate. The first wave of volleys almost failed, and more than two hundred archers of the enemy fell to the ground.

The enemy archers were frightened by this sudden attack. They dispersed their formation and their speed changed from walking to running. They tried to fight back from within the range of their bows and arrows, but with their thin armor exposed to low places without shelter, it was completely the target of Graheide's archers. They didn't even need to aim. Anyway, as long as they could shoot the enemy, no matter where they shot, they could hurt the enemy and lose combat ability.

With every volley, hundreds of enemies were thrown to the ground. Before Graheide's troops were included in the range, they were already defeated.

He realized that he was suppressed in long-range shooting, the enemy's commander made a quick decision and ordered the cavalry troops to surround them from both sides.

"The cavalry is here!" Osor shouted. According to common sense, the archers arranged outside the forest should be withdrawn into the forest in time and left them to the infantry to resist the front line. However, Graheide seemed completely unmoved.

"The chosen archers!" he shouted, "The Almani cavalry is here again. Free shooting, let me see if you can avenge your previous shame!"

After the order of "free shooting", the two hundred archers became excited as if they had taken stimulants. They abandoned the suppression of the enemy archers in front and instead aimed at the enemy troops rushing up from the flanks with their bows.

"Are you crazy?" Osor roared, "This is a cavalry! Heavy armored knight!"

Before he finished speaking, a sound of bowstrings rang in turn, and Graheide's archers had already attacked the cavalry. Osol's heart was raised. Facing the cavalry, the archers could basically shoot one arrow, and even experienced archers would not have more than two chances. If they failed twice, the cavalry's sabers would cut across their necks. What's more, even if they were shot, most of the arrows would be bounced away by the heavy armor on the knights and could not cause damage!

The next second, amid a horse's neigh, a large number of knights rushing in front fell to the ground. The two hundred archers calmly took the second arrow. After a wave of shooting, the enemy knights fell to the ground. Since all the knights rushing in front fell to the ground, the distance between the two sides was enough for them to shoot the third arrow.

Osor's eyes widened. He could easily do it by shooting the heavy armored knight from this distance, but he was the second archer in Britain. And now the one who was showing this technique was an ordinary soldier brought by Graheide!

"In the past two years, I have spent a lot of time training these archers... much more time than training a cavalry. And, I have specially increased the strength of the bow."

Graheide said calmly.
Chapter completed!