The cavalry of the Bohemians swept through the wilderness like the wind, and the arrows in the hands of the archers roared out, and the arrows rained down on the troops led by the Count of Weimar, and the Count of Ota laid out to harass the two wings with archers, so that they could not rescue the center, while he himself led the heavy cavalry and light cavalry to assault the Arold troops in the center, and the shock brought by the galloping of more than two hundred cavalry was great, and the sound of the horses' hooves stepping on the earth was like thunder, and the soldiers of the Count of Praun had never seen such a scene, They watched nervously at the approaching cavalry troops, the white foam from the mouths and noses of the horses, and the heavy sound of the horses stepping on the ground, all of which made the infantry feel more stressed.

"Phalanx of spears, defense." However, the German mercenary regiment, which had already fought several battles with the Bohemians, unhurriedly deployed their spear defense formations in a step-by-step manner, and their composure quieted the three hundred and eighty soldiers of the Count of Praun.

"I'm sorry Miya-sama, they've never encountered such a strong enemy." Count Praun was on his horse, and he unveiled his helmet and spoke apologetically to Arryd.

"It doesn't matter, it was the same when we played the Bohemians the first time." Arold shrugged his shoulders and comforted Count Praun, but the Bohemian cavalry force was indeed very mobile and came to the front in an instant, while the aristocratic alliance troops of the Duchy of Mason could only passively defend and withstand the attack that the other party might launch from anywhere.

"Arrode, the Counts of Weimar and Thuringia on both flanks have been attacked by archers, and I fear if they are routed. The enemy may flank and detour to our rear. Baron Wendell looked at the two wings that were harassed by the attack of the archers, and said with some concern.

"There are more than six hundred people in the Count of Weimar and several thousand in the Count of Thuringia, which is enough in number for the archers to consume for a while, and as long as our center is as stable as a mountain, there will be no problems on the two wings." Arold knew that as long as the center of the crane wing formation was stable, the two wings would form pincers to clamp the enemy's strength, and if the two wings were attacked, the center could also support at any time, which was the most practical formation, but he deliberately made the center look very weak. Exploited what the Europa traditionally believed in warfare. As long as the center is broken through, it is a winning tactic, luring the enemy's cavalry deep into the center.

"Boom~~~." When the cavalry led by Count Ota entered the position of four hundred yards, the brave earl raised his sword, and the cavalry leaned forward and the horses under their crotches gradually accelerated.

"The soldiers have turned us into mountains. Smash these bohemians to pieces. Arrod remembered the famous passage in the Art of War. Immovable as a mountain. Xu Jin was like a forest, aggression was like fire, and shouted loudly to the soldiers around him.

The Bohemian cavalry, which was getting closer and closer, was like a demon that whipped and tested the nerves of every soldier and general. The German mercenary regiment was able to maintain its formation by relying on a sense of collective honor and rigorous professional training, but the soldiers of Count Plauun were able to hold steady in addition to the heavy infantry and knights, and the light infantry standing in the first row had begun to retreat, and there was a gap between them and the German mercenary regiment.

"That's it, on the left." Aware of the subtle changes in the opponent's formation, Count Ota immediately swung his sword at the void and rode his horse towards the connecting part.

"Oops, not good." Baron Wendell's face changed drastically, he kicked his horse under his crotch, and the other knights of the inner palace led him to fill the vacancy, but with the high mobility of the Bohemians, it was still a step too late.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong~~~." The cavalry led by Count Ota crashed headlong into the troops led by Count Praun, and the war horse frantically trampled the soldiers in the front row to the ground, and the cavalry on horseback pierced the body of Sir Praunburg with the spear and pitchfork in his hand, the impact and acceleration made them unstoppable, but under a charge, the Earl of Praun watched his more than 70 soldiers die in an instant.

"Arold, I'm going to rescue Count Praunn." Baron Wendell drew his sword, and with the golden spur on his heel, he slammed the horse's belly with the golden spur on his heel, leading his twelve knights of the Inner Mansion to where he went.

"Kill, don't back down." Enraged, the Count of Praun brandished his sword and led his thirty knights to resist to the death, and the knights, dressed in chain mail and brandishing their swords, roared from their throats, and with their courage and fearlessness they held off the momentum of the Bohemian attack.

"Miya-sama, do you need us to turn to support Lord Count Praun?" John Berg said to Arrod at this time.

"No, they can hold on, don't move." Arold rode on horseback, let the sound of fighting and killing in his ears resounded in the sky, and did not waver in the slightest, until the Bohemian cavalry was not tired, he must not move a bit, at this time Arold and the German mercenary group are like a mountain towering for thousands of years, immobile like a mountain.

"Damn it, that's not going to work." Count Otta flicked his sword from his horse, slitting the throat of a soldier of Count Praun who tried to stretch his spear forward, blood still steaming on his armor, but after the attack, he used his spare eyes to look at Arold's banner, where it was silent as if there was no one, and the German mercenary regiments with spears did not move, except for a dozen knights who came to support, there was no movement.

"Retreat." Suddenly, Count Otta lifted the reins of his horse under his crotch, turned his horse's head and turned back with difficulty in the crowd, and then led his Bohemian knights back slowly, followed by the other Bohemians, who withdrew after throwing down a pile of corpses.

"What's going on? The Bohemians are retreating? "Count Praun saw the Bohemians in the fierce battle from the gap in his mask, but gradually retreated, and felt very strange, you must know that he had lost a hundred soldiers in the attack just now, but just when the Bohemians were marching forward, he suddenly took the initiative to retreat, what is going on?

"Hey, no, Yves immediately take your men and tell Count Sù Praun that the enemy is retreating in order to open up the offensive distance and prepare for the next charge." Arold looked at the Bohemians who were receding like a tide, his brows furrowed and he felt that they had retreated too early, but he quickly remembered the almost same scene in a movie, thanks to the realistic and rigorous director, this is the cavalry preparing for the next charge, and the second wave of charges will be even more violent. (To be continued......)