At first, the knights were only trotting, but with the increase in the slope of the high ground, the speed of the horses became faster and faster, gradually surpassing their usual speed.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually became neat from the chaos at first, and then turned into a thunderbolt, like thunder, and the rumbling sound hit everyone's hearts.

William's breathing became more and more intense, and the feeling of the first battle returned, and he was trembling and trembling all over.

It is the genes of millions of years of service and combat in the blood of men, and men's blood can only erupt on the battlefield.

William felt that instead of blood, there was gasoline that had been ignited in his veins, enough to burst into extraordinary combat power.

"Father, how do you feel?" Sir Imochio choked up, and kept asking Viscount Raul, who was holding one of his shoulders by his hand.

"Oh, don't worry about my son, what we should be doing now is to command the army as much as we can, instead of holding on to my old bones, understand?" Viscount Raul taught Sir Imojo in a weak voice.

"Hehe, I'm really old, I can play three of that kind of role back then!" Unexpectedly, Viscount Raul, who usually looks quite authentic, also has a humorous side.

On the way, he chatted with his son for a while, and then his tone gradually became serious: "Remember Imogyo, after this war, our family will definitely make the count pay more attention because of the hard work and the stomach count's perseverance, remember my words, if I am gone, I must have a good relationship with the earl and his heir!" ”

"Our family has been able to get to this point by relying on a good relationship with the Earl family, and after the war, no matter whether we win or lose, our family's status will rise again."

"I see, father, you must hold on, I still need your teaching in the future!" Sir Imojo sobbed, then said.

"Huh...... Your father and I are not so easy to die, don't worry! Patting Sir Imojo on the back, Viscount Raul said with a soft smile.

"Your Excellency!" A broken knight hobbled up to his wounded comrade.

"Huh? What's up? You...... Looks good! Sir Imojo asked subconsciously, but he saw that this knight was one of the three who had broken off before.

"Oh, I'm fine!" The knight saw what Ser Imochio meant, and the man after the break did not die, which is bizarre and doubtful.

"Their men retreated, as if they were rushing to the frontal battlefield, and we have less than a thousand men left here, and all their knights have withdrawn, so we can only come back......"

"What? Gone to the frontal battlefield? Viscount Raul pondered for a moment...

Regardless of the tactical literacy, the discerning person can see that the intention of this action is very obvious, that is, to win the victory on the frontal battlefield with an overwhelming advantage, so that the knights' results will be greatly reduced.

"Gather forces, I'm going to support the frontal battlefield!" Viscount Raul pushed away Sir Imojo, who was holding him, and shouted loudly to the people around him, he knew that if the count failed, most of the nobles of Denlenburg would be exploited by the enemy, including him.

"Father, your physical condition simply does not allow you to do this, let alone ...... We have less than three hundred people left! Ser Imogio hastened to dissuade.

Everyone present was looking at Viscount Raul with a variety of expressions on their faces, some expectant, some disappointed, some tired, and some numb.

Looking at the soldiers around them, most of them were wounded, and they fought hard for nearly two hours, and their fingers were so cold that they couldn't hold their weapons.

Viscount Raul sat down on the ground in a dejected manner, just this point of manpower, and everyone was injured, not to mention supporting the frontal battlefield, it was a little difficult to even hold this hill.

"Glory is my life!"

The knights shouted their own slogans, which were quite common, and most knights would shout this phrase when they charged, although there were some knights with character who would not shout so.

The horses' stout, muscular legs galloped across the snow, their front and rear hooves raising showers of snowflakes and flying wildly in the air.

William held his four-meter-long cavalry spear and rushed to the front row of the knights' array.

The knights are no longer in a sharp wedge formation, but in a fairly regular formation, charging forward in a row, staggering each other, one knight will never be behind another knight.

Nearly four hundred knights, divided into five rows, rushed in the direction of the enemy with a weight of nearly half a ton with men and horses.

No one dared to directly face the knight's charge, because it would crush them directly, and even the knight himself did not dare to stop when he charged again, because the inertia and the speed of the war horse sent it back into the enemy's array, and either the enemy died, or he died!

William's body leaned forward slightly, the coat of arms on the riding gun in his hand grinned under the blowing of the cold wind, he began to have tinnitus, and he couldn't hear the sound around him clearly, at this time he had only one thought in his heart, that is, to crush the enemy fiercely!

The horses exhaled hot air in the cold wind, and the weight on their backs made them feel very heavy, and each of William's knights and heavy cavalry had a set of horse armor composed of chain mail to protect their chests, which meant that they not only had to bear the weight of the knight and knight's armor, but also added a layer of horse armor.

Of course, horse armor also adds protection to the horses, and also adds some impact to the knights.

"Charge!"

Almost at the same time as the Count of Loire shouted a charge, the Count of Conceville also gave the order to charge, and more than two hundred knights who were also heavily armed also launched a mountain charge, but after all, there were not enough people, and of course they were slightly inferior to the Count's side in momentum.

They also adopted a tactical array similar to that of the Denlenburg knights, also several rows of horizontal formations, and in this way they charged towards the Denlenburg knights with mounted spears.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and in a few tens of seconds, William and the others rushed from the high ground to the bottom of the mountain, and the team of the Earl of Consville also rushed out of a short distance in these dozens of seconds.

At this time, the distance between the two houses was less than 100 meters, and they could even clearly see the enemy's smocks and pennants tied to their rifles.

After more than ten seconds, the two sides will collide like two stormy waves.

"Boom!"

The two sides collided directly with each other, making a sound similar to thunder, which was too much noise to distinguish in an instant.

William stabbed his rifle into the shield of the enemy in front of him, but although he blocked it, he still did not escape the fate of death.

William's spear slid upwards, slashed through the shield, pierced his neck, and even the helmet was removed, and the tip of the spear went down his jaw and directly into his brain, and then lifted off his skull, and the brain suddenly gushed out and flew in the cold wind.