"Damn it! Why hasn't our main forces defeated the enemy yet! We can't hold on anymore! ”

It was a feint army tasked with delaying the enemy's forces, and a well-armed foot knight laboriously wielded the mace in his hand, and in front of him was a tall Norvid warrior.

He was dismayed to find that his vaunted strength was not comparable to that of the enemy, and he was very confident and proud of his strength, and it was precisely because of this that he gave up his horse and chose to become a knight on foot.

There was a walking knight like him next to him, and he was in a very difficult situation.

"I don't know, I hope the battle is going well, otherwise we may not be able to hold out for more time!"

The other foot rider made a sound like pulling a bellows when he gasped, apparently his physical strength had reached its limit, and even breathing was a little difficult to breathe with the helmet wrap.

After two hours of fighting and wearing heavy armor, even the legendary super soldiers could not still maintain their full physical strength.

And just as the knight had said this, a one-handed battle axe suddenly broke through the knight's shield in his hand, which had been tattered by the multiple blows, and another battle axe slashed at his head.

The sunken helmet told the story, and his body was hit hard, and he leaned backwards sharply, and after taking several steps back, he fell to the ground weakly.

"Bart!" The complaining knight shouted, grieving at the loss of his best friend.

He gave up his passive defense and swung the mace in his hand with a slam of his body, slamming it into the head of the enemy with all his strength.

The Norweed warrior in front of him was not a regular soldier, and he only had a few layers of leather helmet on his head, and he couldn't withstand the damage of a mace.

Even the tall and strong Norweeds could not withstand the blow of a mace without dying.

His head was sprayed with blood, and his massive body fell to the ground.

A maniacal smile appeared on the knight's face, and just as he was about to shift his focus to the other enemies, a battle axe slashed at his head.

With the same technique, the same direction, the same weapon, this foot knight, like his best friend, died under the enemy's battle axe, and even the same way of death.

The king, who was in charge of attacking the army here, watched the battle ahead with great anxiety, at first they attacked the enemy, but now, it became the enemy attacking them, and they were struggling to hold on.

The king had more than 40,000 troops under his command, and in addition to his own army of more than 20,000 direct and vassal troops, the remaining 20,000 were all recruited in the country and possessed rich peasants, yeoman farmers, as well as mercenaries and outlaws.

Although their combat effectiveness is not strong, after all, they are armed personnel who have experienced battles, and it is better than nothing to appear on the battlefield.

Originally, he thought that attacking an enemy who was just over 10,000 with such a force should be a stable situation if he was still fighting on flat ground.

Even if he couldn't defeat the enemy quickly, it was easy to delay the enemy, but he didn't expect the enemy's combat power to be so strong, and he miscalculated the enemy's strength.

His knights had already made a charge, and apart from the first charge, when the enemy fell into confusion under the onslaught of more than seven hundred knights, resulting in huge casualties, their not mighty knights were unable to inflict devastating losses on the enemy.

The enemy seemed to be familiar with these knights, and they knew how to respond to the knights' charges, and whenever the knights charged, they would cling to each other, relying on their massive weight to force the knights to quickly reduce their horses.

In this way, the knights' charge caused no more than 2,000 damage to the enemy, but the knights had already lost nearly 300 men.

Although the knights were highly motivated by honor and did not collapse easily, their lord and the past could not afford such a loss.

Their country is different from the powerful countries of the Kingdom of Lorik and the Empire of Rodland, and their knights are the basis of their rule, and they are not willing to let their knights suffer too many casualties.

Seeing that the enemy's knights had returned to the camp, the Norwids also let go of their courage, and the clan leaders behind looked at the fighting jihadists with contempt, and sent out the few regular troops under their command.

Previously, these regular armies were used to supervise the war, and although the Norweeds were warlike, they were also afraid of casualties, and they were similar to the Dells continent, and the army would be on the verge of collapse as long as it suffered more than thirty percent of the casualties.

These regular troops were to prevent the soldiers in front from collapsing, and now that the battle was going so smoothly, the soldiers at the front were no longer in danger of collapsing, so he was able to send the regular troops out with confidence.

Originally, the situation of this holy creatine army was very difficult, and it was even more dangerous when the Norweed regular army, dressed in double armor and armed with sophisticated weapons, came into the field.

They rushed unstoppably into the ranks of the Jihadist soldiers, brandished their battle axes and began to slaughter, and for a while, no one could stop them.

All the soldiers who appeared in front of them were cold corpses, or brutally cut into bloody pieces of flesh by their tomahawks.

"Nope! This group of heretics is simply the devil! ”

One of the soldiers suddenly collapsed, he threw down his weapon, grabbed his hair, crouched on the ground and shouted.

And just as he shouted this, a one-handed battle axe cut off his head, and along with his hands, a head still spilling blood flew into the sky.

And the neck of his corpse, which had been knocked several meters away, was still spurting a lot of blood.

More and more soldiers could not bear such a brutal and bloody scene and huge casualties, and they threw down their weapons and fled to the rear.

"Don't escape! Whoever escapes, I'll kill them!" An officer hacked a soldier to death with a long sword and said, "Get back to your post!" Whoever dares to run away! Watch your heads on your shoulders! ”

But his words were like a tasteless fart at this time, no one obeyed his orders, and in the eyes of the soldiers, although escaping would be dealt with by military justice and the officer's sword, there was still some chance of survival, but if they continued to fight, they would not even have the slightest chance of survival.

In this way, the soldiers preferred to face the commander's sword rather than the enemy's tomahawk, and the small rout gradually turned into a large-scale rout.

"What's going on! Tell me what's going on! Why is this happening! ”

The king roared loudly, he could not believe that his army had been easily defeated by the enemy, and he could imagine what this rout would lead to.