The Sgar rider slightly adjusted the direction of the riding gun in his hand, and the whole person was tightly covered in the armor, and no fluctuations could be seen.

Their small body does not carry much weight and their strength is very limited, and the weapon armor used was designed with this in mind.

The lance was five blades long, thin in the front and thick in the back, with two smooth blades on the tip of the spear, hinged to the saddle.

The reaction generated when charging is entirely borne by the mount. The tail of the gun is fitted with a half-blade-long counterweight prism so that the center of gravity is positioned near the hinge point, allowing for easy orientation without too much force. The sgal were thus able to wield a giant cavalry lance.

And the whole armor is even more ingenious, completely giving up the possibility of independent use.

This was the Lord's crooked idea at the head of the Lord - it was more like a special saddle with an envelopment than armor, only the two arms and neck were able to move, and the rest of the body was a steel plate that was fixed to the back of the beast's armor as a whole.

There is no doubt about the load-bearing capacity of the earth-walking dragon, so the thickness of these steel plates can only be described as outrageous.

Since the armor of the Sgar Dragoons did not have to be as elaborate as other weapons, they could be quickly made by the pouring method. Therefore, they are currently the only team in the entire Alpine Fort Guard that is fully equipped with all personnel, both new and old.

Those brown bear roaring heavy cavalry were very skilled and had a good fighting spirit, but they were equipped with mounted spears that were half as short as those of the enemy, and their mounts were even more different.

In the face of a huge disadvantage that can be seen at a glance, their performance deserves the word "elite".

Especially those officers from small aristocratic families, who grew up listening to "honor is my life", and when faced with a choice, they are indeed worthy of the teachings they have received.

When the civilian soldiers reacted instinctively and slowed down slightly, they were the first to realize that they had no way to survive if they rushed over, and desperately pushed their mounts to speed up at all costs.

This kind of bravery without fear of death inspired others, but the cavalry, who usually cherished the war horse very much, seemed to go crazy at the moment, and the spurs on his feet kept kicking the horse's belly, leaving bloody scars, just to squeeze the horsepower as much as possible.

The distance between the two heavy cavalry was rapidly reduced, followed by the final collision of Mars and Earth.

The neighing of horses, the roar of people, the roar of swords and guns, the sharp blades penetrating into flesh, and the shattering of iron armor converge into a symphony composed of life and blood.

The five-bladed spears of the Sgars are the absolute superior, and they sit on the backs of the earth-walking dragons condescendingly, and the tips of their spears pierce through the seemingly solid armor as easily as they pierce papyrus. The enormous inertia allowed the blades on both sides of the lance to easily break through the penetrated flesh, leaving a terrible penetrating tear wound that absolutely no one could survive in the face of!

The Earth Dragons vividly interpret what it means to have an unparalleled impact with their actual performance, and all the lifespans that stand in their way have begun to enter the countdown.

"Wow. The horse slammed into the Earth Dragon, neighing and standing up, and was soon crushed by the advancing Sgar cavalry.

The first platoon of cavalry was dead and wounded in the blink of an eye, but immediately after, the second and third platoons immediately rushed up with shouts. Their lives, their blood, and their will are burning and boiling to the strongest place at this moment, and only the enemy is left in their eyes, and they have already put life and death aside!

Some knights with extraordinary martial skills and luck managed to pierce the spears on the dragon knights despite the huge height difference, dodging the treacherous guns. But their joy was not enough to last for a moment and turned into despair, and the armor of the enemy was as thick as a wall.

Not only did the attack that was fought for his life not do any damage, but he couldn't even make the opponent move his ass slightly. All the impact force was transmitted to the Earth Walking Dragon by the Body-Worn Armor, and that impact was about the same as tickling the Earth Walking Dragon for thousands of pounds!

The two fools, Hum Ha and Nehru, also sat on the back of the iron-eating armadillo and walked out of the reeds, following the Sgar people to shine. The kobold's weight is negligible, but the two trolls are also the kind of people with big shoulders and round waists, and it is very difficult to press the iron-eating armadillo with every step.

Nehru's fireball technique was about to come to an end, when a fireball of black smoke flew over the brown bear roaring cavalry and exploded, turning into a torrent of fire.

The wounded horses and cavalry suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, rolling and churning. Not everyone of their comrades who were charging behind them could react, and many had to choose to rush straight ahead, regardless of the ground or ...... under their feet

Hmph hurriedly wanted to bless the front row of Sgar people with a stone skin technique, maybe it was the first time to appear as a cavalryman, a little nervous, and with a shake of his hand, the blessing actually shifted to the enemy!

However, it was also a mistake, the defense of the stone skin technique was as thin as paper in the face of the super heavy cavalry spear, and for the war horse that was desperately charging, the sudden dullness of the body obviously had a greater impact, so they collided with each other in confusion and turned on their backs.

Hum giggled with joy, grabbed Nehru's collar with two fingers, and lifted it to his shoulder. The kobold, who was seriously afraid of heights, was suddenly frightened and screamed, and the fireball spell that had just started naturally disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the infantry being slaughtered and the proud heavy cavalry suffering heavy losses, Hendra's strategy and light clouds suddenly disappeared without a trace, like a gambler who wants to put the last old book into the game.

The Brown Bear Roaring Legion is his only remaining hope for a turnaround, and if he can't save even that hope, the future will be completely bleak.

He regretted making such a bold choice, he never expected that the strength of a small frontier was so exaggerated, and he actually raised the Earth Walking Dragon as a riding beast!

But I also know that it is too late to regret it, and it is more important to try to make amends.

"You, all with me, prepare to fight back!"

There were also three knights wearing embroidered golden and red cloaks gathered around him, who were the guard knights assigned by the family, all of whom were proficient in fighting spirit, and were proficient in martial arts and had a tacit understanding.

Hope is still there!The Brown Bear Roaring Legion and the Hendra Legion Commander haven't failed yet! A sufficiently capable assault force can completely change the tide of battle, and the Landcobo Gryphon itself has decent magical powers.

Several of the guards, all veterans accustomed to big scenes, silently drew their long swords and waited for further orders.

Hendra forced himself to calm down, but the situation was still very clear - the heavy cavalry duel was gradually turning into a quagmire, and if he invested more strength, he could only be trapped in it and unable to move, so he could only bear the pain and leave it alone.

And the infantry, although also passive, still have a huge numerical advantage, but lack a breakthrough point. Once we can help the infantry open the situation and liberate this main force of more than 1,000 people, all problems will be solved.

The Ground Dragoons were powerful but too bulky, and the shortcomings of the heavy cavalry fighting alone and lacking tactical adaptability must have been more obvious in them.

Thousands of infantry can win even if they use ants to climb elephants, and the heavy cavalry may not be wiped out by then, and they will be able to save some of them.

The more Hendra thought about it, the more feasible it became. Before that, though, there's one more thing to do –

"My little darling, kill them. Hendra stroked the feathers on the top of the griffon's head, pointing to the iron-eating armadillo in the distance. If he was right, this should be the enemy's only caster, and certainly the highest target.

The trolls and kobolds were celebrating their victory, unaware that they were already being targeted.