"Byrne, line up—forward!"

On the grassland shrouded in night, a neat phalanx of infantry lined up in a tight large phalanx, slowly moving forward with heavy steps, in unison.

Unlike the Sakrand "shield walls", the Byrnes infantry were looser, and the "phalanx infantry" wielding heavy spears and irises was the most basic unit of defense and the first line of defense;

In the back row of the space between each "small phalanx" of sixty men were heavily armed infantry knights armed with two-handed broadswords, hoplites wielding flail tomahawks, and crossbowmen carrying heavy crossbows;

Under the moonless starry sky, the neat phalanx infantry and the chaotic hooves and the smoke and dust of the centaur army formed an incomparably sharp contrast.

At the sound of the officers' orders, the huge phalanx moved slowly, approaching the murderous and heroic centaur warriors step by step, shortening the distance between the two sides.

Smoke billowed from the air, and the Centaur army, with its bloodthirsty howls, began to assemble and gradually encircled the entire phalanx.

Despite being closed on three sides, the phalanx infantry lined up in orderly formation, stopping and turning, and the jungle-like density of heavy spears rose horizontally towards the murderous centaur warriors.

In the next second, the sound of thunderous iron horses sounded in the thick smoke, and the centaur warriors wrapped in dust and smoke brandished their throwing spears and short spears roared towards the phalanx from all directions.

"Kill the two-legged ————!!!!"

A heart-rending roar sounded, and the earth shook violently.

In an instant, the flanks of the Byrne phalanx once again sounded like the sound of war drums.

Before the centaurs at the forefront could notice, these ghostly cavalrymen rushed to the front of the battle at a speed not inferior to them, wielding sabers and swords to slash at all oncoming enemies.

In the face of the sudden appearance of the enemy, the panicked centaurs had almost no power to change hands, and the entire flank fell in an instant, and the scattered array was forced to squeeze in the direction of the spear phalanx under the slashing of the rangers and ranger knights.

"In the name of Byrne, in the name of Turin......" Count Bocival, who rushed to the front row, waved his saber in his hand and laughed heartily at the knights behind him:

"Kill!"

The Rangers who followed him responded with a uniform sound of swords drawn and swords, laughing and scattering the array, pounced on their enemies like hunters hunting.

"Bell ——!"

The horse's hooves staggered, and the grinning Bocival skilfully dodged the oncoming spear, his saber passing under the centaur's armpit.

A saber as bright as snow, spilling red blood like wine, and the wailing centaur was completely disemboweled.

Laughing profusely, Bosival rushed to the forefront like a spearhead, and the rangers behind him were even thrown two or three horses away from him.

The oncoming centaurs spotted him immediately, and several centaur warriors roared and raised their spears, charging back at him like a Byrne knight.

Raising his saber, Bosival excitedly licked the corners of his chapped mouth, crooked his neck and rushed directly to the tip of the oncoming gun.

"Bell ——!"

Sparks flashed, blades slashed across the tips of spears, and two spears were slashed off with their master's arm!

A bright red arc swept through the air, and Bosival, whose cheeks were soaked in blood, raised his saber and looked at the "flying" head with a wild laugh.

In the next second, he suddenly got up and raised his right arm, and swooped down on him with his elbow, knocking down the unsuspecting centaur and overturning him to the ground!

"Surprised, surprised, beast!!!?"

Bosival, who couldn't stop laughing, didn't care about his right arm, which was about to break off in pain, raised the snowy saber in his left hand, and swung it vigorously in the air:

"Kill all the four-hoofed ——!"

"Kill all the four-hoofed ————————!!!!"

The same energetic rangers, wielding long swords and sabers, quickly passed through his side, and "driven" the centaurs who wanted to leave the battlefield again, and three or five people pounced on them, like hunting down the lone "unlucky guys".

Or rush into the center of the reinvigorated centaur samurai alone, wielding their sabers to shatter their arrays, and then being pierced through their bodies by spears stabbing from all sides, still not forgetting to stab their sabers into the throats of the enemies in front of them.

If Byrne's knights are the representatives of the array charge, then these rangers and the ranger knights from all over Byrne are the most disorganized and good at fighting alone in the melee.

Whenever the enemy trembling and gathering in a tight formation, using all means to protect themselves from being crushed, they will remind each other in their own way that the knights of Byrne are not just the "good obedient boys".

And their bunch of bear kids!

Within two or three minutes of the battle, the centaurs' left flank array had been completely disrupted, and the helpless centaur warriors gradually lost their space to maneuver and could only launch a fierce attack on the front of the spear phalanx.

The resolute-looking phalanx infantry stuck the end of their spears in the grass at their feet to the deafening sound of horses' hooves, and the infantry knights in the second row raised their swords and prepared to meet the enemy.

"Bang ————!!!!"

In the collision of flesh and blades, the centaur warriors who were forced to charge helplessly crashed into the front of the spear phalanx.

Flesh Splash!

A heavy spear the thickness of a small arm snapped in front of the burly figure of the centaur, the merciless iron cavalry trampled the screaming and fallen phalanx infantry into a flesh and flesh, and the soldiers on the top of the back row were struck by the swing of the battle axe before they could raise their heads.

But that's the end of it.

Amid the screams one after another, the phalanx of spears with heavy footsteps advanced like a mill of flesh and blood, and the seemingly "short" length of the heavy spear became a distance that centaurs could not win with their lives.

Shot after shot, the heavy spear mercilessly skewered the undodging centaurs into meat skewers, and then was decapitated by the sword of the infantry knights who rushed up in the back row, or the head was completely shattered by the flail.

The sound is like a drum, steady as a rock... The silent phalanx infantry marched forward without saying a word, with heavy footsteps.

Behind him were the wanton strangled rangers, and in front of him were the phalanx infantry advancing step by step...... The centaurs, known for their mobility and agility, were bitten little by little and trapped in this "flesh mill".

Either because of the blood in their hearts, or because of the death of the robe, the red-eyed centaur warriors are gradually losing their minds and fighting in the melee with the same crazy attitude.

It was at this time......

"What's going on, what are these brutes going on?!"

Releasing the short spear in his hand, the annoyed Bocival watched the centaurs in front of him scatter in a very chaotic manner, and even threw down his robe and retreated to the back row, even ignoring the rangers chasing behind him.

Some of the centaurs even threw away their weapons, turned their heads and left the enemy in front of them, spread their hooves and galloped away with all their might in the direction behind them.

"They're going to run?!"

"I guess not. Count Salald, covered in blood, ran from the back row, supported his body with his big sword, gasping for breath, and his face was very ugly:

"If the centaurs were to escape, they wouldn't run in the same direction so regularly - not so much as to flee, but as if they had suddenly received some orders, and they couldn't care about us for a while. ”

"I can't take care of us for a while......"

Bosival was stunned, and it took three seconds for him to suddenly react, and his scarlet eyes widened sharply and looked straight ahead: "They are going to encircle and suppress the Duke?!"

"Otherwise?"

Salald glanced at him coldly, and his face became even more ugly: "Did you come out to exercise your muscles and bones to eliminate food when we were eating at night?!"

"There are only four or five banners around the duke, and a hundred knights - if we let this group of beasts surround us, we will be the one who is finished!"

"I'll leave it to you—let the brethren throw away all the heavy stuff, and I'll hand over the knights to you, and be sure to bite these four-legged brutes!"

Ignoring the quarrel with Salald, Bosivar drew his saber and rushed to the front of the formation, roaring hoarsely:

"Boys of Hope Peak, follow me to rescue our Duke——!!!!"