Bruce didn't have time to think about it, he pulled the trigger sharply, and the crossbow flew out, splashing a blood flower on the big man's head, and the bearded Amar warrior with a scimitar fell to the ground.

"Mamluk." The other Ammar warriors cried out in shock when they saw the bearded man who had fallen to the ground, as if this was the most powerful warrior among them, and his fall surprised the other Amar warriors.

"That little heretic killed my Mamluk." Nasser couldn't hold his breath at the fallen beard, and he jerked out his scimitar, raised it high and ran into battle.

"Nasser." Haradin tried to hold his partner, but only touched the corner of his coat, for Haradin a commander, he should stay in a safe place and strategize, not charge like a reckless man, but it is clear that Nasser does not think so.

However, Nasser's charge did boost the morale of the Ammar mercenaries, who were no longer afraid of the horse charge, but instead gathered together to launch a counterattack against the cavalry.

"Quick, shoulder to shoulder, with the Amar goats." Nasser shoved the soldiers one by one, and the soldiers gathered together to form a close formation with their bodies, while aiming their scimitars at the perimeter like the horns of a male goat.

"Gray Law." A noble cavalryman was ready to charge at the Ammar and slash them with his sharp sword, but when he rushed towards the group of Armals, the nervous men of the horses stood up and neighed in the face of rows of sharp scimitars.

"Lord God above, do these bastards have any witchcraft?" The noble cavalry desperately urged their mounts, but the mounts foamed at the mouth and nose and refused to rush over.

"The cavalry followed me." Just when the noble cavalry was helpless in the face of the Goats of the Ammar people, Ken rode his war horse around the battlefield for half a circle, and he shouted loudly, and his loud voice almost drowned out all sounds.

"What is this kid going to do?"

"Forget it, there's no way to attack anyway, we'll follow him." The noble cavalrymen held their swords and spears in their hands, and when they were in a dilemma, they had to turn their horses and follow Ken's movements.

"What does Ken want to do?" Bruce loaded his crossbow as he saw the situation on the battlefield change, and he had run to the other end of the battlefield to avoid the Amar pursuers, with only three light cavalry following him.

"Lord Baron, it's too dangerous here, I'm afraid it will be bad if we are surrounded."

"It's better to go back to the direction of the big army, even if it's back to Lord Stukov."

"If the enemy sends out cavalry, we won't be able to protect you." The three hussars said nervously.

"Kill a few more, these damn bunches." Bruce kicked his mount, the crossbow in his hand, and he couldn't restrain the killing in his heart.

"Whoosh."

"Oh."

The bolt flew out and hit one of the Amar mercenaries in the face, and Bruce became more and more comfortable with the crossbow, just now he shot the bolt as he galloped on his horse.

"Cavalrymen, adults gather and follow behind me, wedges, wedges." Ken was sweating profusely, he had not felt the passion of battle for a long time, when the noble cavalry gathered behind him, and they quickly formed a wedge formation, and the light cavalry, who were unfamiliar with this formation, followed behind him.

"Gray Law." The horses neighed in unison, and the Amar looked nervously at the assembled cavalry.

"Glory for me, don't let me down, my dear companion." Ken covered his mount's eyes with his hands and whispered in his ear, as if he were facing his favorite lover, saying the sweetest love words in the world.

When Ken finished speaking, he kicked the horse's belly with the spur of his heel, and the horse neighed and flew out, and then Ken leaned over the horse's back, and he covered the horse's eyes with his hands.

"For glory." The nobles shouted loudly, raised their weapons in the air, and their horses followed Ken at the tip of the wedge-shaped formation, and also charged forward, the hooves of the horses shaking the ground with their hooves on the earth, and the roar was like thunder.

"God willing." Nasser couldn't help but pray as he looked at the cavalry that rushed like a storm, and he didn't know in his heart whether the Amar warriors would be able to withstand this terrible formation.

"Oops." Haradin looked at the cavalry team that charged towards Nasser and the others, his brows furrowed, the cavalry of this group of people was too crazy, I was afraid that the goat formation would not be able to resist at all, he hurriedly asked the archers to shoot arrows at the cavalry, hoping to slightly block the speed of the cavalry charge.

"Ready, launch." The Armal archers shot arrows into the sky, and the arrows fired by the compound bows rushed into the sky and rained down on the heads of the cavalry.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." The arrows rained down, but Ken seemed to be invisible, he clamped his legs tightly around the horse's belly, and rode his horse to charge towards the position of the Ammar people, and under Ken's leadership, the noble cavalry were not afraid, even if someone was shot, but they endured the pain.

"Gray Law." But there are also unlucky people, the arrow hit the eye or head of the war horse, the war horse that suffered a heavy blow suddenly knelt on his legs, and threw the owner on his back to the ground, but even so the cavalry behind him quickly and agilely dodged the obstacles, and the ordinary aristocratic military training played a role at this time, and the charging noble cavalry team did not scatter at all, and continued to charge forward, but the light cavalry team in the rear stagnated, and the formation of the two sides was disjointed.

"Ken is such a good cavalry captain." And around the edge of the battlefield, Bruce, who fired with a crossbow, stopped to look at the cavalry team led by Ken, and said with a smile.

"If it is led by Lord Baron, it must be more powerful." The hussars on the side said to Bruce.

"Cut, you lying guy, I'm definitely not fit for this kind of hearty charge, I'm better suited for another kind of combat." The corners of Bruce's mouth rose, and he checked the crossbow in his hand, sure enough, he was more suitable for lewd flow, and this kind of frontal and tough cavalry battle was still suitable for a knight like Ken.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong." At this moment, the cavalry led by Ken suddenly rushed into the position of the Amar people, even though the scimitar slashed the mount bloody, but Ken's war horse still did not dodge, this is the tacit understanding that the knight and his war horse have cultivated for a long time, this cavalry team is like an awl, piercing the carefully formed line of Nasser.