"Heavy cavalry!"

I shouted at the top of my throat, as if this would soothe the anxiety in my heart, and I could only sacrifice a killer weapon at the critical moment.

The commander of the heavy cavalry appeared beside me on horseback and saluted me, he was an ordinary peasant who had gone out with me from the territory, he looked very tired from the long battle on the battlefield, and his eyes were piled up with dark circles caused by lack of rest, and the townsfolk who usually only knew how to take care of the lord's horses became the commander of the heavy cavalry formation, which was tantamount to one step to the sky for a poor man who had never been out of his own village, and was more or less uncomfortable.

The heavy cavalry under his command are all their own people who are good at riding horses in the territory, many of them are from childhood to adulthood, and they have a deep understanding of each other and cooperate tacitly.

The commander of the heavy cavalry replied softly, "My lord, what are your orders?" ”

"Charge the enemy out of the city at once, save Kohler and the bull alive, and I will lead the archers here to meet you."

He nodded silently, and gestured to the team, and the cavalry drove their horses from both wings to rush out together, although the number of heavy cavalry is not much, but they are equipped with two layers of armor, they can almost ignore any distant and near attacks, including armored war horses, the elite troops smashed out purely with money, this is the first battle after the change of clothes, the new army has a new atmosphere, and whether it can play with confidence is all in one fell swoop.

The heavy cavalry slowly urged the horses, holding the spear between their arms, and using the strength of their upper limbs to cushion the astonishing impact force, and the horses with heavy armor shook off their hooves and struck the earth, like a deafening drumbeat, gradually converging into a huge force, faintly even the earth shook with it, and pounced on the enemy infantry who were strangled with the bull.

Even if the enemy finds out at such a close distance, it is too late to form a temporary gun formation, and there is only the life of being slaughtered, but the narrow city gate cannot be regrouped, which means that they can only attack once, which greatly reduces the lethality.

The heavy cavalry formation is like a hungry wolf that breaks into the flock, the powerful impact force hits the rebels on their horses, and the unlucky soldiers are directly trampled to death by the horse's hooves that fall like heavy hammers, and several cavalry who are deeply involved in the enemy group, after losing the power of the impact, the heavy armor reduces the speed at which they draw their knives, and they fall into the enemy bush and cannot move, and soon they are pulled off the horses by the rebel soldiers around them, and countless mace maces beckoned to his head, and through the armor they caused devastating internal injuries to the internal organs and skull, and he bled miserably to death.

Watching the heavy cavalry that I regarded as the pearl of my palm disappear in front of me, I felt that my heart was bleeding, and it was a massive blood collapse, and I almost had a myocardial infarction out of breath.

Every cavalryman is a baby bump piled up with money, and the gold coins of equipping a cavalry are enough to feed an infantry squad, but the loss of an experienced rider is far greater than the loss of money, and it is difficult to make up for it in a short period of time, and such a war of attrition cannot be fought at all.

Kohler shot to death an enemy with a two-handed tomahawk and roared fiercely, and finally touched the bull by stepping on the corpse of the hapless man, and he used all his strength to hold the bull who killed the red eye, and shouted hoarsely:

"Behold, this is the kindness of your woman! For the sake of some infantry that has no salvage value, the adults lost their hard-won precious heavy cavalry in vain, and the gold coins that equip everyone are piled up higher than yours, do you think you are a savior? ”

As if he had been slapped in the face, the bull suddenly woke up and froze in place, the blood of the enemy running down his forehead to the ground, almost blurring his vision, he bit his lip, and vented his anger that filled his mind with remorse, forcing a dozen rebel soldiers around him to retreat again and again, not daring to confront him head-on.

"Let's go!"

The bull swung his tomahawk forward and pulled Kohler out of the gate......

"My lord, they're out!"

Uncle Mediterranean pointed in the direction of the city gate, the heavy cavalry galloping in the wind and dust, the heavy double armor seriously hindered the speed of starting, the enemy infantry could easily catch up with them, and pulled these iron guys who had no time to react from their horses, wielding a mace to smash their brains.

The heavy cavalry commander had to make the difficult decision to abandon some of the lagging cavalry and lead the remaining warriors out of the battlefield while they were struggling to distract the enemy's attention.

Twenty heavy cavalry are now only miserable ten, blind to the only heavy force I have at hand, although the number is small, but it is all the trophies of my painstaking efforts, each cavalry is an ordinary peasant in the territory, and I am full of affection for them.

I bit my lip, trying to control myself not to be swayed by emotion, and then put the lives of my men in vain, I looked at the countless enemies by the city gate, pulled down the heavy cavalry who were knocked to death by the horses, and ordered the uncle who was standing by him in a calm voice:

"Now is the time for you Venetians to show off your skills, these rebels have just killed your close comrades, don't spare the arrows in your hands, I will let the infantry provide you with protection, fire the feathered arrows of revenge, let me see a magnificent slaughter falling in the rain, I will use their skeletons to bury my dead warriors."

Uncle Mediterranean understood my current mood, walked to the archer formation without a sound, made a gesture of preparing to attack with a fist in his right hand, and the Venetian archers drew their arrows and stuck them on the ground, quickly clenched their bowstrings, and in a few breaths they were completely ready to shoot, quietly waiting for the commander's order.

"Wind!"

The uncle's right fist pointed forward, and the archers pulled arrows from the dirt and placed them on the bowstring.

"Aim!"

The uncle bent his arms, and the archers pulled the bowstring to the fullest, pointing to the sky and making a tense sound, like a new crescent moon, quite a heroic posture of bending the bow and shooting the eagle.

"Launch!"

The archers behind him loosened the tight bowstrings, and two hundred arrows flew into the sky with a swish, and the scene was spectacular, bringing a fierce gust of wind, blowing the uncle's clothes and startling a group of birds in the woods on the side.

I watched as the feathered arrows faded away into a long white line, like a swarm of hornets flying overhead, past our galloping heavy cavalry, their sharp tips piercing straight at the pursuing enemy infantry.

The good news is that the red-eyed rebels seem to treat us like soft persimmons, with no shields at all, weak armor, and a wide range of targets with no concealment around, and a one-sided slaughter is inevitable.