A cry rang out from the Centaur and Byrne's formations, charging at the same time with the roar of the earth-shaking, rushing at each other like a tidal wave.

"Kill them all!" said Basaye, who had raised his axe and let out a bloodthirsty cry:

"Kill the two-legged ——!"

The centaur warriors roared wildly, brandished their spears and tomahawks with hideous faces, shook off their hooves and began to charge, and an array of black smoke rolled in like giant murderers crawling on the ground.

In contrast, the Byrne Knights are much quieter.

There was hardly any sound to be heard except for the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, and the knights in three tight rows were like a thin wall, and the long snakes "crashed" into the oncoming centaurs.

Maximizing the effectiveness of the Heavy Knights' charge at less than 200 paces while attacking more enemies at the same time is how the Byrnes fight.

Steady as a rock, the momentum is overwhelming.

"Bang ——————!"

In the loud sound of the explosion, the two "huge waves" finally collided together at the same time, just like thunder on the ground!

"Kill them all——!!!!"

Basseyer roared heartbreakingly, and the White Wave Banner Master who rushed to the front rushed forward desperately, smashing the spear that was stabbing at him with the hilt of his axe!

In that heart-shaking roar, an axe struck the Byrne Knight who had been knocked into the air.

Mixed with iron and blood of roars and wails, the centaur warriors who let out a terrifying howl rushed almost desperately at the Byrne knights who were still charging.

The spears were broken, the shields were shattered, the armor was reduced to iron, and the flesh was torn apart!

"Bell ——!"

Another blow was blowing, and the screaming silver-armored horseman was chopped to pieces by Basayer along with his right hand and spear, and the wailing Boi knight tried to draw his saber to parry, but the blade raised above his head was shattered by the falling axe blade.

In the next second, the tomahawk fell, and he "sank" into his body with his helmet!

Laughing bloodthirsty, Basaye pulled his battle axe from the Boi Knight's armor, and the shattered corpse was thrown out along with the armor:

"Kill the two-legged ——!"

But in the next second, he sensed that something was wrong.

These two-legged cavalry did not stop, but continued to advance... On the contrary, the charge of the four-hoofed people was forced to slow down due to the opponent's attack.

Not only that, but if you look down from the dome, it is not difficult to see that the entire centaur formation has been torn apart by Byrne's "wall charge", and it is in chaos, as if it has been plowed from end to end by an iron plow.

But the Byrne knights did not stop, and they continued to run in the direction of the riverbank.

Could it be that they didn't plan to fight with themselves in the first place, but went to rescue the Thousand Tent City?

Just as Basseille was hesitating whether to pursue the two-legged cavalry of the "Breakout", a centaur suddenly pointed behind him in horror:

"Two-legged people, those two-legged people have killed again——!"

What the?!

Basaiye's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped to the ground in surprise.

Just after the knights' charge, Byrne's phalanx of hoplites appeared in front of him without warning, striding in on the centaur warriors who had stayed in place.

Armed infantry knights, swords raised, charged from fifty paces away, while hoplites, wielding flail and chain hammers, followed with shields.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the enemy, the frightened and angry Basaye was completely lost for a while, and could only urge the centaur warriors around him to form a formation and prepare to face the battle.

But it's too late.

"Who are we?!"

The great sword was raised, and the white-bearded Count Guy Angot's eyes widened with rage, and his roar was like thunder.

"Byrne ——————!!!!"

"Who ——?! we"

"Byrne ——————!!!!"

The big sword pointed forward, and Count Angot roared again: "Byrne, attack!"

"Kill them to show ——!"

In the next second, the striding heavy infantry phalanx let out a messy shout and launched a charge without warning.

The infantry knights wielding their two-handed swords were like the tip of a spear, and the blade of the sword more than a person tall tore through the air, emitting a cold and terrifying roar.

Finally no longer hesitating, Basaye also gathered all the centaur warriors who could still obey the order, and pounced straight from the front.

From the moment of engagement, both sides were red-eyed.

The torn apart centaur formation was almost immediately strangled with the infantry knights, and the battle axes and swords collided, and the flails and spears intersected, forming a hard-to-face, face-to-face fighting field!

The one-man-tall two-handed broadsword made the centaurs' burly stature no longer advantageous and even a burden, and their spears could barely tear through the armor of the foot knights without a charge.

Count Anggett, gritting his teeth, dragged the hilt of his sword upside down, stared at the fierce and fierce eyes, and stepped forward sharply, and the big sword clenched in one hand slashed forward with his body as a shaft, drawing a very "beautiful" half-arc.

Bloodshot Splash!

The oncoming centaur was cut in two in an instant with a terrible scream, and the bright blood scattered from the air, staining Count Angette's gray beard red.

The old man standing with his sword gasped heavily, his burning chest making his blood boil as if it were about to spurt out, and the green tendons on his forehead and arms were exposed.

Old... It's really old, and I'm excited to cut down a centaur barbarian, and if I don't have to be laughed at by them when I'm young?

With a snort, Angett used the armor of his right arm to swing the spear that stabbed at him, and the blade of the great sword pierced straight through the terrified face of the centaur samurai.

"Give me ——! to die"

With a force on his back, the roaring old man slammed the screaming centaur into the air and slammed it into another centaur rushing towards him.

"Bang ——!"

With a dull loud sound, Angette stepped on the bones of the two centaur warriors, and with both hands, he pulled out his blood-stained sword.

The roar of anger rang in his ears, but Guy Angart's fighting spirit did not diminish in the slightest, the great sword swung and disemboweled, and he snatched the axe that had escaped and threw it away, smashing the head of another enemy.

In the midst of the screams, he suddenly stabbed his sword behind him, and the centaur warrior who had been pierced through the chamber raised his spear and died with the old man, and the next second he was choked by an iron hand and broke his neck bone.

The blade of the sword was drawn, and the bright red blood plasma scattered like raindrops;

The great sword was raised, and there was no enemy around him.

The surrounding infantry knights followed, no slower than the old man, and the hoplites had already saddled their shields behind their backs, wielding chain mail and battle axes in both hands to engage the oncoming centaurs.

The chaotic battle has just begun!

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On the bank of the river, the Byrne knights, who had completed a round of charge, began to assemble again, only this time they did not form a tight and thin three-row array, but very loosely spread the depth on the riverbank.

"Guy Angot... This old thing is really old and strong, can you fight like this?"

Surrounded by more than a dozen rangers, Count Bosival raised the corners of his mouth, laughing heartily with a somewhat surprised expression.

Not far away, on the battlefield on the riverbank, thousands of centaurs had been bitten by the infantry knights and hoplites—and even if they wanted to, it was too late to retreat.

"It is worthy of the predecessors left over from the era of the Black Duke, who can compete with trolls!" Earl of Lakeland on the side, Bell Lanmaros nodded, threw away the broken riding spear, crossed his hands, and pulled out two spears, one long and one short, from his back:

"According to the Duke's order, we only need to cover the infantry phalanx to complete the encirclement... With Count Angot here, there's nothing to worry about. ”

"That's right... But!" The smiling Bosival changed his words, and he didn't know who he was talking to: "We are Byrnes, and the protagonists of Byrne's army can always only be cavalry, not infantry

We have to kill these four-legged brutes before the limelight is stolen by this old guy!"

In the deafening battle, Bosival laughed, ignored Lanmaros's obstruction, and waved his saber at the knights beside him excitedly like an actor about to perform:

"Do you hear that?, boys, what are we going to do?!"

"Kill ——————!!!!"