On the other side, the Sward Knight had already put on his heavy helmet with the help of his squires.

Although the current iron-smelting technology does not allow the Great Purus to produce complete plate armor, it still can't stop the knights from frantically adding armor to their bodies.

The craftsmen first forged pieces of iron the size of half a finger, and then the knights selected the number of pieces of iron, and finally sewed them together with silk threads to make them look like ordinary clothing, but when they wore them, they had to be worn from the front, like the aprons of later generations.

Although the speed of wearing is very slow, the advantage is that the joints are flexible, and the stronger the knight, the more armor he can carry, and the more invincible he is on the battlefield.

As the Grand Master of Sward, the weight of the armor on his body has reached a terrifying twenty-five kilograms, and even a knight who has just started to tie up the armor on his body will not be less than fifteen kilograms, or in other words, those who carry fifteen kilograms of armor can be counted as knights, which is already an important criterion for them to measure.

In addition to these, knights often had to wear a layer of light and well-fitting leather armor inside the iron armor as a double layer of defense, and some knights even had to put on two layers.

Not to mention the knights' special iron boots, knee pads, barrel helmets or nose guards, and a series of "small parts for additional assembly".

But in the Wiegand tribe, even Edward's personal guards would never have more than five kilograms of iron, which would be enough to protect vital joints from damage.

It can be seen that these knights of the Great Prussian Army can be called the "Gundam Troops" of this era.

Wearing a masked helmet, Sword raised his riding gun.

Seeing his enthusiastic appearance, the soldiers on the side couldn't help but persuade him.

"General, maybe you don't have to be at the front in person. ”

After hearing this, although Sword's body stiffened slightly, he finally gave his answer in a low tone.

"I am not only the commander of the Empire, but also the leader of the Knights, the knight of the Knights!"

But the words of the guards are not completely useless.

Before leaving, the knight of Sword rode his horse around the front of the battle for a moment, and admonished the emperor's attendants and palace guards to put the emperor's safety first no matter what the circumstances.

And before finally leaving, he once again greeted the "old peasants" in the troops.

"Count Sunoa, please be sure to maintain the connection between the soldiers on the left and the right wing! At the same time, you must also ensure the superiority of the right wing! Don't be washed down by the Wiegand people on the hill to make dumplings!"

The old farmer was a little embarrassed when he heard Sword's words, but just as he was about to raise the question in his heart, Sword looked at the situation on the edge of the left wing.

The weak parts that were originally used to lure the enemy have attracted a sufficient number of enemies.

More than half of the tribal warriors who came up like a tidal wave, but without the slightest degree of organization, had already concentrated in the position of the "trap", and the battlefield seemed to have reached the most important step.

Seeing this, Knight Sword couldn't help muttering.

"If you want to concentrate your superior forces and eat some of us first, that's a good idea, but you have to eat it too. ”

After saying this, he left the center of the command of the troops, and rushed to the front line alone, leaving only another string of words for the old peasant to ponder in the air.

"Do as I say! If it doesn't work, go and follow the troops on our right flank!"

And at this moment, the cavalry of the empire had been assembled under the command of the remaining generals.

Together with the heavy armored knights of the hundreds of cavalry who had retreated from the previous exploration, they formed a heavy armored cavalry of more than 300 people.

All the cavalrymen were heavily armored and wore helmets that were completely covered on their heads.

The spears in their hands looked like a forest, and the armor that shimmered in the sun looked like angels blessed by Sardin.

Seeing this scene, Ward's face finally showed an extremely relieved smile.

With such an army, he had the confidence to crush all the enemies who dared to stand in his way.

"Onward!! for the glory of the Knights!!"

"Forward! for the !! of the Great Prus"

(In order to appear very decent, I set these bizarre slogans before all the troops charged.) ）

The sound of horses' hooves resounded across the land again.

Although their combined number was less than five hundred, the movement of the charge was far heavier than the sound of a band of light infantry stepping on the ground.

In order to give full play to the impact power of these cavalry, the Sward knights also deliberately launched a charge from the far left side of these tribal soldiers.

In this way, they can be regarded as having encountered a situation of being attacked on the back of the abdomen.

But in fact, the situation of these tribes is even worse.

Because as soon as the horse's hooves sounded, the infantry no longer had the heart to continue fighting.

Everyone's eyes were deeply attracted by the thunderous and lightning-like figures.

Even on the opposing side, they could hardly hide their deep reverence for the knights.

Compared with the Great Prussian Knights, who can be called the "light of civilization" in this era, even the most powerful tribal warriors dressed up are just a bunch of old hats that can barely see the past.

It's just that the knights will never understand, and will not bother to understand, the thoughts of this gang of barbarians.

They had now been thoroughly excited by the sound of war cries and horses' hooves, and had become complete killing machines.

These pampered people, they have no other requirements for life, but they have been forced to train the thirst for blood on the battlefield since childhood.

They looked forward to the moment when their spears pierced the barbarians' chests, as if as long as they did so, the gates of heaven would be opened to them, and all the burghers and nobles would bend down to them, and the peasants would kiss their boots with great respect, and even the supreme emperor would have to receive them, rely on them, and reuse them.

For knights, killing their opponents is the supreme glory!!

The armored knights were like a sharp sword aimed at the chest of the Wiegand warrior.

They mercilessly pierced through the restless and dense array of Wiegand tribesmen.

The high impact of the horses, and the great power of their own mounted spears, left them with little hindrance in their path.

And while their horses slowly came to a standstill, and the Wiegand tribal warriors forced the knights to slow down with blood and corpses, they dropped the broken spears and removed the knights' heavy swords from their backs.

Although these knights are only used as shock forces, this does not mean that they are not good at hand-to-hand combat.

In fact, the education of these knights included only two aspects, horseback riding and the use of the sword, and the use of the lance was only a standard of horsemanship.

In terms of killing efficiency, the two-handed sword is even more advantageous than the powerful knight spear.

They wandered through the crowd as if they were performing an elegant sword dance, but in fact they directly stirred up the intricate military formation of the Wiggans.

The morale of the tribal warriors, who had only just been boosted, collapsed again almost instantly.

They began to break down from the left flank, and soon spread the chaotic scene to the right.

And then there was the collapse of the whole line.

Fourteen thousand warriors charged against four thousand infantry, but in the end only eight thousand soldiers survived.

They were completely split into two parts, one of the swamps that had just burned for the flight, and the other that was stranded in place.

Holder rubbed his fat belly and swallowed a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Edward calmly looked at the bloody scene, and said a little bit: "What, General Holder wants to say that I won't fight?"

After hearing Edward mention himself by name, Holder said that he was going to send them all to death, but he replied respectfully: "These are your courtiers, Your Majesty, you will always have a time to get them." ”

"You have mercy on them, but you know that they are my courtiers and my servants. But it seems to be just wishful thinking on the part of the two of us, if you hadn't reminded me, I would still be my master?!"

Edward, dressed in a wolf's coat, shouted a loud reprimand in annoyance.

"I thought they would learn a lesson after they had shed blood, but now it seems that they have not been reconciled by a little weakness other than their incompetence. What's the use of me keeping such a courtier?"

Sweat was pouring down Holder's head.

Just now, when this guy faced many tribal generals, he didn't say that he was favored, but in the end, he was also coaxed, but he didn't expect him to have such a side.

But Edward was clearly not just brutal.

Looking at the scattered soldiers, he finally "relented".

He squinted at the rapidly disintegrating soldiers, at the unarmoured troops who had been killed in front of the knights of the Great Pruus, and finally frowned.

"Your Majesty. "The one who spoke was the high priest of the tribes, who had come to the generals of these tribes by a sign of his honor, and now it was evident that he could not just watch them die. "Save them...... It should be for the cause of our Wiegand people. You and the leaders of the tribe are descendants of the gods, so how can you just watch them die?"

"It's them who want to die, but it's none of my business. Edward played with the saber in his hand and said. "But since the High Priest has mercy on them, it is up to you and your team of priests to help them, and I'm sure these Wiegand chiefs will be grateful to you for the rest of their lives. ”

The priest was about to continue, but he was a little surprised to find that the soldiers who had been standing beside him as guards had raised their spears in their hands at this moment.

Edward finally slapped his palm slightly, and pointed to the swamp clearing that had just burned. "Go, priest," said lazily, "where to reorganize our troops." If the gods really protect you, you, and your little henchmen, will still have room to survive. But if you're unfortunate enough to die there......"

At this point, Edward paused visibly, and then said viciously, "Even if you die there, you will tear a large piece of flesh from those knights for me, if not, I will withdraw from the Northlands and sign another contract with the Emperor of the Great Prussians!"

Although this threat is suspected of being wiped out, it is undoubtedly effective.

The High Priest looked at Edward, who had a fierce look on his face, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and bowed deeply to him.

"My king, the Wiegand and the Great Pruss will remember you. ”

After saying this, he put on the animal skin mask that belonged to the high priest, and limped to the bush with a limp of the hundred or so clergy in the procession.

At this moment, the Sward Knight was still fighting in the crowd.

In the face of tremendous pressure, not all soldiers will choose to turn around and flee, and some will be keen to resist stubbornly.

Seeing that there was no hope of survival, they shouted at the intruder for his deserved death, and at the same time shouted at the new king, Edward, who was not only a master strategist, but a complete coward and fool.

These soldiers put up the fiercest resistance with the simplest of weapons.

By this time, the tide of battle had shifted from the Weigand attack to the counterattack of the Great Purus.

The cavalry swept from the rear, while the front line was pressed by the infantry, which had squeezed the living space of these tribal warriors smaller and smaller.

"Grand Master, look, that's our brothers on the right flank, they're surrounding!!"

The person who spoke was none other than the "Count of Glory" Vidia, who was promoted to the rank and included in the formation of the Order.

Although his ability to fight on horseback and horseback soon proved to be a noble knight at all, he was recognized by his fellow knights on the battlefield by some other means.

That is what he is known for his courage and excellent battlefield command ability.

No matter how dangerous the situation on the battlefield is, Earl Honorary Vidia never makes any surprised expressions, he will only stab his weapon into the enemy's chest and abdomen without changing his face.

Following the direction of Vidia's hand, Sword spotted the kind of foot soldier he had sent on the other side of the hill.

Even at the banners of the infantry leaders, he could vaguely see a horseman.

That must be the "old farmer".

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