No lord of the Northlands would lead an army until three-quarters of the morning had passed. Especially in the daunting afternoon, soldiers would even refuse to fight in the midday sun, and in many cases, the war would be forced to end due to time issues.

Marcus was still squinting, trying to wait for an opportunity.

Marcus's attendant couldn't help but remind, "My lord, the Wiegand are obviously still gathering troops, and we can't wait too long." ”

The squire's opinion struck a chord in the woods, and the soldiers whispered that they didn't mind fighting the Wiegands, because that would be better than being in the woods to feed the mosquitoes.

The knights standing beside Marcus also maintained an unhurried expression, as if they were wearing light shirts instead of heavy armor. They "inadvertently" glanced back at the soldiers who had an opinion, and the soldiers quickly fell silent.

Until the area where the town's shadow shone on the ground gradually decreased, and the Weegand soldiers were completely exposed to the sun. Until the banner of a bloody knight's sword rose on the opposite hillside.

Marcus nodded to the knights who were standing not very far from him, and with the neighing of a dozen horses, the knights began to climb onto their horses with the help of their squires.

Marcus wore a helmet made of fine iron, and the sunlight shone through the trees on Marcus's helmet, reflecting the color of the sun.

Looking at this scene, Vidia cautiously lay down in her original position, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing the knights' plans.

But his fears were completely unnecessary, and perhaps from the very beginning, Marcus did not think about settling the war with a surprise attack. Perhaps out of pride in the honor of the nobility, Marcus and his group of knights slowly walked out of the woods.

It wasn't until all the Wiegand people saw the shiny metallic knights and turned their faces at them that Marcus and his party began their move.

The knights stood in a triangular array without hurry, and Marcus rode his black horse at the top of the array.

Vedia looked at the glittering knights, and from their actions, Vedia could not see the slightest nervousness, and if it weren't on the battlefield, Vedia would even have to mistake them for a lavish gathering of lords and preparing to dance a dance at the party.

At this time, the knight's army was still about two hundred paces away from the Weygan army.

The Wiegand warriors had already grabbed their spears and axes, and if the Great Prus tried to attack them as they did in the early morning, they wouldn't let the brutes get their wish.

Even at a slower pace, the distance between the two sides was constantly approaching, and when there were still a hundred and fifty paces left between the two sides, the soldiers standing in the first row of the Wiegand people dimly felt that the speed of these knights seemed to be a little faster.

All the Wiegand warriors were disdainful, even the pit viper general Modo's one-eyed look was a little puzzled, if it weren't for the concern about the heavy armored soldiers who came out one after another behind this fancy thing, he was even ready to order these soldiers to take the initiative to rush up to meet the enemy.

Marcus and his group of knights seemed to have been cut off from this world, and they stubbornly followed their original rhythm slowly, and the horses left a line of hoof prints on the grass as traces of their visit.

They continued to close the distance to a hundred paces.

"Phew, coward!"

A Weygan soldier spat on the ground. "The Great Pruss will also play tricks. ”

Not every Wiegand fighter can still be optimistic. Some of the tribal generals had begun to swallow their saliva secretly, and they could faintly feel the extraordinary weight of these knights from the trembling of the ground.

Fifty steps.

The knights of Marcus finally clipped their weapons, a wooden spear studded with iron tips, and until then the knights had been standing upright like a line of walking pine trees.

Before the knights let out their battle cries, Mordo suspected that the men would "carry the silence to the end". When the knights let out a battle cry, Mordo wondered if he would be deaf again after the battle.

The knights' war cries sounded like those of roaring lions, and their horse's hooves sounded like the legendary thunder god's wrath. When the two become one, no one who still has the five senses can remain calm enough in front of them.

The speed of these knights in the last fifty steps was astonishingly fast compared to the slow speed of the previous ones. It took almost years of muscular reflexes on the battlefield for Modo to successfully throw the bone spear in his hand. The bone spear slammed into Marcus's body with a pitiful whimper, but it couldn't stop the knight even for a moment.

The bone spear slammed into the knight's body, shattering into a few pitiful bone fragments with a subtle sound.

That's all.

Marcus' spear stabbed the first enemy in front of him with precision. The Wiegand man was a sturdy veteran, and he tried to use his body to hold the knight to rest.

"He had a lot of courage,"

Marcus Knight commented after the battle, "It's just a little bit of a brain." ”

Because of his recklessness, a spear that could have killed and wounded only one person pierced through two people. The spear in Marcus's hand bent only imperceptibly, and then pierced directly through the reckless man's body, and pierced the body of another person as if it were piercing a gourd.

Even the most powerful man could not continue to fight with a spear with two corpses hanging from it. Marcus skillfully threw the spear out of his hand, and then watched as his target was thrown out like two broken sacks.

To the frightened eyes of the Wiggeners, their array was like a piece of land hoeed by a wooden plow, ploughed open several wide and narrow.

On the way the heavily armored knights passed, only the heavily armored knights roared past.

After passing through the Weygan formation, the knights continued to advance some distance in their previous direction, and after a relatively safe distance, they began to form again.

These knights were not unscathed, and they were somewhat stained with their own blood. Marcus had already discovered that his Knights brothers might have suffered some bruises from the inactivity of their muscles in years.

In fact, even the war horse under Marcus's own crotch had a wound on the abdomen, and some traces flowed on the grass.

But it doesn't really matter.

Because the Weygan army is about to collapse.

Once you've faced heavy cavalry, you're never going to want to face him a second time in your life.

Looking at the heavy cavalry who had re-formed their formation, the slight joy in the hearts of the Wiegand soldiers who had not yet been harmed was gone.

"This is the devil! It's a monster!" an old man in the center of the array groaned in despair. "How can we, no matter how brave our warriors are, be the enemy of such a force?"

Just now, the defensive line of the main attack direction chosen by Marcus and his group of knights happened to be the old man's tribal warriors, and his men suffered heavy casualties, and more than 20 people were killed just by sight.

Listening to the old man's roar, several high-ranking generals standing beside him, the chiefs of the Wiegand tribe, and the heirs of the big family all cast pity on the old man.

General Pit Viper was one of the first to recover, and he couldn't care about the problem of establishment or not at this time, so the general desperately pulled up a dozen people and ran in the direction of Thoreau.

"We can't hope for much victory now, let's break through, my lord. ”

He was joined by Thoreau's daughter, Young. Jan had a higher power than the pit viper, so she brought more soldiers.

These loyal Wiegand warriors had not yet shaken off their fear of the knights, but they knew they were covering their leader, and they boosted their morale. These people are likely to die and will not take a step back.

Thoreau was set up by his two own soldiers, his mind was blank, even if he had that stupid boy from Frs to take the blame for himself, he couldn't get rid of the notoriety of this defeat. Especially since he is no longer young.

The chiefs of the surrounding tribes looked at Thoreau, who was surrounded by people, and began to call out to his men with a wave of jealousy.

On the plains, the Weygans' somewhat loose three-line front was gone, replaced by small detachments that were grouped together, like hedgehogs curled up after receiving a stimulus.

This was the tactic that the Wiegand men really used when fighting on the plains. The tribal groups with blood ties as the core fought close together, they were all relatives who had grown up together, and only their own brothers could reassure them compared to the improvised formation.

The heavily armored infantry followed in the footsteps of their own commander, and they were stunned as they looked at the shrunken Weygans. Just as the Wiegand lacked experience against cavalry, the infantry of the Great Prus were equally helpless in the face of such a large hedgehog.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out from afar, and the sound of sporadic footsteps coming from the other direction was heard. The light infantry corps commanded by the knights of José and the reinforcements from the south of the Wiegand arrived at the battlefield almost simultaneously.

Looking at the situation on the battlefield, the heart of the José knight was reassured, and he had already seen the details from the Wiegand tactics. As it had been many years ago, the heavy cavalry ploughed the battlefield, the heavy infantry stepped forward to tighten the battle line, the archers unleashed their overwhelming fire from the flanks, and the light cavalry rushed down like a pack of cheetahs to harvest the battle.

José took several breaths in quick succession to restrain himself from the urge to go straight into the battlefield to kill the enemy. He is now the commander of a front army, and if he wants to go down and kill the enemy, he must first arrange the battlefield tasks of the soldiers.

The light infantry standing behind him silently watched their white horse general, and they watched as the knight José stood on the side of the battlefield, his cloak still trembling in the wind, and the soldiers expected him to say something.

As if hearing the call of the soldiers, Knight José turned his head, took several deep breaths, and finally shouted to the soldiers:

"What are you doing in a daze, rush forward, we're about to win!"

With that, José rode his horse and pounced on a small group of Wiegand people who had already been surrounded, under the envious gaze of a group of light infantry.

If anyone could see the expression of the Knights Jose under the mask, they would be secretly frightened, and there was no fear of the battlefield and no seriousness and respect for death in his eyes, only a sense of crazy excitement.

As he approached the small group of Wiggan, the José knight jumped off his horse. With the help of the inertia brought by the galloping horse, he rushed directly into the center of the enemy line, flew over like a hero who appeared in mythology, and slammed the head of a general Wiegand with his shield.

In fact, Jose wasn't sure if that person was necessarily a general, but with these two battles with the Wiggans, Jose vaguely found that these Wiegand people tend to have higher status with higher hats.

The shield in José's hand shattered when it hit General Wiggan's helmet, and General Wiggan's head wasn't much better. Half of his helmet had been knocked off, the other half was still buckled crookedly to his head, the edge of the helmet had cut his cheek, and the bare part of his face had several cracked pieces of wood stuck in it.

Faced with the José knights who suddenly fell from the sky, these Wiegand warriors were a little frightened. While the surrounding Wiegand warriors were still in a daze, they grabbed General Wiegand by the neck, led him up like a chicken, and then threw him out heavily, and several Weegand warriors standing back to back couldn't dodge and were crushed to the ground by their own chieftains. The two Great Prussian swordsmen standing on that side lived up to the efforts of the José knights, and they took the opportunity to rush forward and take out the Wiegand people who were still resisting on that side.

After ensuring safety on one side, the José Knight, who had no worries, dragged a half-lame leg and cut down three Wiegand warriors in a row on the battlefield on the other side. With unusually strong arm strength and fierce and straightforward fencing methods. These Wiegand warriors were no match for José.

As for the more than 200 Wiegand warriors who had arrived from the woods to the south, they had not yet established themselves before they had received a baptism of heavy cavalry.

They were better than the three hundred men they had just done, and two of the knights' squires, probably unskilled, were dragged off their horses as they rushed through the Weegand position, and the Weegand warriors, out of fear, killed them with the most brutal means - they cut the knights' armor into pieces until the muscles stopped beating.

If the warriors had been able to regroup for a moment, and then retreat gradually, they might have been able to keep most of their men out of the battlefield, but their commander, the young general who had been scapegoated, was blinded by his desire for glory after victory.

He ordered the Weegand warriors to charge the enemy's heavy infantry formation with their flanks and join his companions.

People who have already faced the power of cavalry once and still selectively ignore the deterrence of cavalry, and can only see the infantry on the battlefield play a role, we usually do not call them old-fashioned, but stupid.

The last of the Wiggans were able to muster on the battlefield and were thrown in completely unnecessary places, and the elite warriors from the Campbells were even more defeated by the tribesmen who fought separately. They broke up and fled to their swamp as a rout.