The knight's death was rather ugly, but no one on the battlefield paid attention to it, as it was not uncommon.

William killed the enemy in front of him, the spear was already broken, he hurriedly threw down the spear, used the shield in his hand to block the enemy's spear, and drew the knight's sword in his right hand.

For a time, the sound of the breaking of the horse's spear, the screams of people when they died, and the neighing of war horses when they died filled the ears, which seemed very noisy.

The long sword in Nowen's hand kept waving in the crowd, whether it killed or injured the enemy, he didn't look at it, just rushed forward in the direction of the warhorse, in fact, most knights were like this.

His superb bowing skills were of little use at this point, but his proud riding skills in the melee made him a fish in water, better than most knights.

William's right knight's sword slashed at an enemy, but he didn't have time to look back because of the speed of his horse, and the next second, he saw a mace swing towards his chest.

He subconsciously raised the shield tied to his left arm, and smashed the mace on it, disgusting the pattern on the surface of the shield and splashing the wood.

Then the knight passed by William, and William gasped in shock, it seemed that no matter how good his skills were, he could no longer take the charge lightly.

Passing the dead horse in front of him, there was no enemy in front of him, and he completely rushed out of the enemy's formation, which was the legendary round.

After running with the horse for a short while, William pulled the reins to stop the horse, then turned the horse's head to look at the enemy who had been behind him and now reappeared in front of him.

He gasped for breath, and puffs of white smoke erupted from the nostrils of the warhorse, and it was obvious that this sprint had consumed too much physical strength for both the man and the horse.

After this round of charge, the total number of knights killed on both sides was estimated to be fifty or sixty, and their corpses were left at the place where the two sides fought together, mixed with broken cavalry spears and curly bladed knights' swords.

This should also be regarded as dying with their former partners.

"Hehe, Count of Loire, your knight is really heroic!" Taking advantage of the time for both sides to catch their breath, the Earl of Consville said to the Earl with his helmet on.

"That's true, but your knights aren't good!" The Count of Loire said casually.

"Oh, maybe, these will be tested on the battlefield"

"That's right!" The knights led by the Earl now have the upper hand, so he speaks with vigor and confidence.

"Knights, follow me one more charge, and after the charge begins, the horseback battle begins! We're sure we'll be able to crush the enemy this time! "The Earl was already aware of the condition of the horses under his crotch, and the rough-dressed horses were obviously unable to make them charge for the third time.

"Hold them back! On the frontal battlefield, our men will soon defeat the enemy! The Earl of Consville shouted loudly to his knights, reminding him not to rejoice too soon.

"Drink!"

The Count shouted, kicked his horse's belly, and began to trot, and several of the knights who were directly under him hastened up after the Count had rushed out, and rushed in front of the Count, who was guarding the Count.

This distance of less than a hundred meters obviously could not increase the speed of the war horse to the extreme, and William leaned down slightly, holding the shield to the left of his body, tilting slightly.

The two sides collided again, the sound of metal crashing, the sound of broken bones from the war horse crashing into another war horse, and the wailing and neighing of people and horses before they died.

William swung his sword very naturally and slashed an enemy knight who rushed towards him, although he did not know whether he was alive or dead, but he must have lost his combat effectiveness.

Because this is not a blow from a mounted spear, the power is not so sufficient, and it is not a piercing damage, plus the wrapping of cotton armor and chain mail, so there is no scene of blood splashing.

Everyone was fighting, and when they could no longer see the enemy, they slowed down their horses and began to fight with the enemy on their horses, and fought on horseback.

Although he had lived in the Holy Cult World for several years, he was still not used to using a knight's sword on his horse, so he still used the same scimitar he used when he was a tribal leader.

The workmanship of the scimitar was not very good, but the material was good, and the Kriza people could always get enough high-quality iron from the Chekers.

To tell the truth, the scimitar is indeed more suitable for chopping than the knight's sword, the nomads rely on war horses, it is not unreasonable for people to use the scimitar, the scimitar is much less damage to the wrist than the knight's sword, and it is easier to chop.

After taking out an enemy, he started fighting on horseback, and his superb riding skills made him like a fish in water on horseback, making some thrilling moves from time to time to avoid enemy attacks, and always making good counterattacks.

Banshtesk was standing on the high ground and looking down, and the battle below fell into his eyes in full view, and a warrior often had to face two or three enemies, which was a disadvantage caused by insufficient numbers.

The situation on the battlefield is not calculated by the number of people, for example, many people think that if you fight with twice the number of people, that is, two people fight one, and the casualties may be small.

But this is not the case, most of the time, there are not many people who really fight, and the soldiers in the rear are in the process of waiting for battle most of the time.

Banstedsk looked at the battle below, and it was clear that nearly twice as many enemies were about to be defeated, especially after Viscount Curvin joined the battlefield, and the situation became even more precarious.

As the leader of the elite troops of the principality, it is obvious that he also has a certain tactical literacy, in fact, he was able to become the commander of the berserk guard of the Principality of Chanketu, and his status as the second son of a nobleman also played a great role.

As the second son of a noble family, he was a well-educated family, and his father taught his brother combat experience and tactics at the same time.

If the troops on the frontal battlefield were destroyed, the war would have been lost, and after the defeat, the nobles of Denlenburg would probably be all captured, and William would be very dangerous.

After all, what he had done was really harming the interests of the enemy, and the losses and chaos he had caused to the enemy were so great that the enemy might even give up William's coveted ransom out of hatred, and he would have to be put to death.

And William is the only hope for Banstersk and Delseth to be restored, and if he dies, then it is not certain how long the restoration will be delayed.

"Brothers! Brothers, rise up! He clapped his hands and swapped all the light and heavy infantry sitting on the ground resting.

"Look at the battle situation below, it is very bad, if they don't get support anymore, they will be completely defeated, and their defeat will lead to the defeat of the war, I don't need to say what the defeat will be, although some soldiers are executed or captured and sold, and the nobles collect ransom."

"Do you want to die here and never see your family again? Well? Think of it, Bandai think of your lovely daughter, Lobus, think of your children who have seen the bravery, and if this battle is lost, you will never see them again! ”