In this way, the light cavalry inflicted a lot of damage on the enemy, and the enemy finally chose to flee when there were still more than thirty people left.

The commanding knights shouted for the knights to retreat, and they also turned their horses around and tried to flee quickly.

But they didn't notice that the war horse under their crotch was already exhausted, and their mouths had begun to foam at the mouth, and they were out of breath, and if they continued to run fast, they were likely to die on the ground.

At this time, it was a full three kilometers away from their large army, and if they still galloped, their war horses would definitely not be able to support it.

The knight in command was keenly aware of this, but he didn't have any solution, if he didn't run wildly, he would be wiped out by the enemy, but if he galloped, the horse would also be killed due to physical exertion.

So far, no matter which choice they choose, they can't avoid their total annihilation here.

In fact, even if their horses still possess abundant physical strength, it is useless, and the excellent war horses from the two counties of the grassland can easily catch up with them and annihilate them.

The knights turned their horses and began to gallop, while the light cavalry followed slowly in the rear, not catching up with them with great speed.

At this time, the knights all noticed the physical condition of the horses, and they drove the horses to run in the direction of the troops in a worried situation.

To their despair, the horses ridden by the enemies behind them had not been exhausted until now, which meant that they could continue to chase them for a long, long time.

Sure enough, less than a kilometer away, the knight's horse began to fall to the ground, and after a wail and neigh, it was motionless.

And the knights on their backs were also thrown out by this inertia, and several knights were broken in this way, and fell to the ground wailing.

The other knights had no time to care, their lives and deaths were still unknown, how could they help these comrades who had fallen to the ground?

In this way, several war horses that fell to the ground seemed to blow the horn of falling to the ground, and in less than a minute after they fell to the ground, more than a dozen war horses fell to the ground and died.

One by one, the knights were broken to the bones, and even if the lucky knights were not broken bones, it was another massacre after the light cavalry behind them.

In just two or three minutes, all the horses under the crotches of these fleeing knights fell to the ground, and the sabers in the hands of the light cavalry were like slaughtering knives, slaughtering these knights who fell to the ground.

The hussars looked at the corpses strewn across the ground in front of them, withdrew their blood-stained scimitars with expressionless faces, and then turned their horses around and followed Valanyan.

They did not lose too many troops, more than 120 people were dispatched, and when they returned, there were still more than 80 people left, and more than 30 people were lost after two rounds of fighting.

Annihilating a small army of more than 200 enemy troops and annihilating a hundred knights of the enemy was nothing short of bloody for them.

This time, the enemy only gathered more than 900 knights, and Valan relied only on a group of light cavalry to annihilate 100 knights of the enemy.

You must know that on the frontal battlefield, the lethality of the knights is very powerful, and at this time, there are only two hundred Iron Cross Knights in the hands of Delseth, even if the equipment, training level and tactics are all crushing the enemy, if you fight with such a number of knights, the victory rate is slim.

Being able to reduce the number of some of the enemy's knights is still more useful for this war.

Such raids took place throughout the coalition forces, and Delceth sent three columns of light cavalry to harass the enemy.

As soon as the enemy pursued, the light cavalry relied on their great mobility to escape, and if they did not pursue, they would shoot from the side and inflict damage on the enemy.

In this kind of guerrilla warfare, the enemy was thus wiped out nearly 2,000 soldiers, and of course, the most brilliant record was the column led by Valan, which annihilated a full 100 enemy knights.

Soon, however, the enemy reached the bottom of Marasburg, and three days was enough time for the enemy to travel a distance of forty kilometers.

Standing on top of the city wall, Delseth couldn't help but feel a little heavy in his heart as he looked at the dense and boundless enemies below.

Although he had planned to gather the enemy together and annihilate them in one fell swoop, he did not expect that the enemy would gather so many soldiers.

In his opinion, the other party's ability to gather 120,000 soldiers was already the limit, but the enemy actually came with a wave of explosive troops, bursting out 30,000 troops.

You know, mobilizing the serfs under their command is not a difficult task for the nobles, the real difficulty is to maintain sufficient supplies for a large number of soldiers.

He thought that mobilizing 10,000 or 20,000 people would make these nobles bleed, but who would have thought that they would really take out their old books and make 30,000 troops and carry them themselves.

This is not a war between small nobles, march for a day or two, and then really fight for an afternoon, this is a national war, there is no month that cannot be ended, not to mention that he is still based on the city, relying on the castle to block the enemy's army for three or four years of battles is not nothing, and it is not uncommon to block more than a year.

But Delceth's mood was a little heavy, but it wasn't hard for him.

After all, he was guarding the castle, and he was not afraid that the enemy would plunder Maras County, because Maras County was not a rich place in the first place, and he had not yet fully incorporated Maras County into the colony, so he had no worries.

It's a big deal to fight a protracted war with the enemy, as the nest of the Count of Maras, the castle has a large amount of food stockpiled, enough for seven thousand soldiers to eat for a year or two, and he has nothing to fear about fighting a protracted war with the enemy against the city walls.

The coalition forces below the castle are building camps, not fortified camps like the royal army, of course, but simple wooden fences to protect against sneak attacks.

When their nobles gave the order to disband, the serfs and soldiers immediately burst into joy, and the merchants and prostitutes who wandered outside the camp, or the mercenaries who wanted to get a piece of the pie, entered the camp and began to be active.

The merchants were peddling their wares around, their cunning eyes rolling in their hands, trying their best to trick the soldiers into buying their goods.

And those chicken girls are going around using gentle, youthful, or coquettish tones and actions to attract their benefactors to take care of their business.

In short, the camp at this time was chaotic except for a few sentinels in charge of guarding, and from the top of the castle it looked like a noisy bazaar.

There is no tension at all about the imminent big war, as if the castle in front of you is papier-mâché, and it can be easily conquered as long as you attack.