The army of the Earl of Prauun is a traditional feudal army, the soldiers are led by the various vassals step by step, although the burden of troops can be reduced on weekdays, the soldiers are led and trained by their respective nobles, as the supreme commander of a county, the Earl of Prauun only needs to lead the nobles of the various armies, but on the battlefield, because the command is not unified and smooth, and the disadvantages of the difference in military quality between the troops finally appeared, and the front row troops attacked by the Bohemian cavalry charge began to want to dodge to the rear, But the troops in the rear did not know what was happening in front of them, and as a result, they pushed and pushed each other and crowded together.

"Nobles, restrain your men, the enemy has another charge coming, we must hold our ground." Baron Wendell rode his horse and galloped as he shouted loudly, his banner flying around the Earl of Prauen's army, and the old baron's shout had the effect of calming the hearts of the army, and gradually the army that was about to fall apart was regrouped.

"Baron Xavier, don't forget the oath you once made to me, now is the time to fulfill your promise, Mayor Aubrey quickly take your heavy infantry to the front of the ranks, now is the time when you are needed, I will not forget what you have done." The Earl of Praun was not idle at this time, and he shouted encouragement to his vassals, and the nobles of Praun, who had grown timid at the urging of their own monarch, led their armies back to their positions.

"The enemy's cavalry is too strong, and I'm afraid that the nobles won't be able to stop the next wave of charge." Baron Wendell looked at the line that was gradually recovering, but he could see it. Although the troops of Praun County held their positions on the surface, the nobles had relatives in front of them, and the soldiers had no courage to resist the charge of the hundred Bohemian cavalry, and if the Praunshire army on the flank of Arrode's army was scattered, the Bohemian cavalry would flank the situation, and the pikes were also rampant in the phalanx, and the flanks and rear were as weak as the rest of the infantry.

"Huh~~." Count Otta tightened the reins of his horse under his crotch, and he gently patted his horse's neck and whispered softly in its ear. It's like treating your own lover/person. Behind him, more than two hundred horsemen, intact from the army that had attacked Count Praun, gathered around Count Otto, and watched the bravest nobleman of the Duchy of Bohemia, convinced that the sword of the Bohemians on horseback would destroy every enemy.

"Lord Earl. What formation is used for the charge? The general on the side asked Count Otta. Cavalry charge formations are very important. To determine whether a lightning attack would extend the results of the battle, the first attack of the Bohemian cavalry would generally be in a looser formation, in order to deter and shock the enemy. The loose formation would make their cavalry units look unstoppable as sweeping through the mountains, but the second attack would be to extend the results, and the formation would be tighter, like a sharp dagger piercing the weak point of the enemy's position.

"Wedge formation, still the same place, charge again." Count Otta raised his leather-gloved right hand, clenched his sword and pointed diagonally in the direction of the Praundians, although the other party's position was restored as if it had never been attacked by the Bohèmes, but those who had been on the battlefield for a long time could keenly feel that the morale of the soldiers was rapidly disappearing, except for a group of elite knights who could barely hold on, there were basically only a bunch of soldiers who were like the walking dead and fearful.

"Yes." The Bohemians replied with a bang, and then the horses under their crotches gradually began to move slowly, in which they consciously manipulated the horses to form a wedge-shaped cavalry formation, if it looked like a sharp spear tip from above, charging straight towards the position of the Praunians, the sound of the horses' hooves raised the smoke and dust covering the sky, and the sound was like thunder on a spring day.

"Steady, steady." Count Praun watched the actions of the Bohemians, and his heart was cold, and it seemed that the Bohemians were planning to eat their army as prey, and he couldn't help but look at the German mercenary group on the flank, where there was still no action, could it be that Arold was preparing to abandon himself? Count Praun couldn't help but think so, but then it occurred to him that his life was saved by Arrod, and if he really needed to be sacrificed, then as a noble knight and count of Praun, he was ready to die generously, thinking of this, he clenched the hilt of his sword in his hand, and looked directly at the attacking Bohemians from the iron mask.

"Hold on, Count Praune." Arold watched the actions of the Bohemians, and felt the regret that he did not have an elite cavalry force, if he had an elite cavalry, he could use the cavalry to raid the flanks of the Bohemians and relieve the pressure on the flanks of Count Plaun, but because there was no cavalry to fight with the Bohemians, the speed of the infantry could not catch up with the mobility of the cavalry, so he could only hope that Count Praun could entangle the cavalry of Count Otta, and then order the two wings of the Crane Wing Formation to be encircled, Try to annihilate the biggest trump card in the hands of the Duke of Bohemia.

Count Praun could not understand Arrod's inner tactical considerations at this time, he faced the approaching Bohemian cavalry, like his men, he felt the pressure doubled, the last panic had not disappeared, although this attack was not so powerful than the last time, but he could feel the enemy's courage to concentrate all his strength, sweat flowed from his forehead to Count Praun's cheeks, because he was wearing an iron mask, so he didn't bother to wipe it.

"Lord Count Praun, our father and son have come to your aid, please trust Arrod's judgment." Baron Wendell and Yves came to Count Prauen's side, and Baron Wendell seemed to see Count Prauen's doubts and offered him words of comfort.

"That's right, don't be afraid of these damn bohemians, they're just a bunch of clowns." Yves let out an urn-like mockery from his canine mouth mask helmet, and the bright full-body plate armor on his body made him extraordinary, and the nobles and soldiers around him seemed to be infected by him, and the pressure in his heart was involuntarily reduced a lot.

Between the jokes, the forward cavalry of the Bohemians was only a hundred yards away from the first row of Praunn infantry, and they let out strange shouts from their mouths, and the weapons in their hands stretched out to the front, and in the acceleration of the war horses, they could easily pierce the leather armor by the power of the charge, and some of the cavalry stretched out their hands to cover the eyes of the war horses under their crotches, so that the war horses would not be afraid of the shining spear tips of the opponent when they charged.

"Gray law ~~~~, ping pong ~~~~." Again, the Bohemian cavalry collided with the Praun position, unlike the last time, this time the Bohemian cavalry lined up in a more penetrating wedge-shaped formation, the absolute elite cavalry at the very front of the wedge-shaped formation, they pierced the body of the infantry blocking them with the spears in their hands, drew their swords at the moment when their hands were off the spears, and trampled the infantry blocking them to the ground with their horses, condescending slashes and the impact of the big beasts neighed, The army formation of the Plauen, which was finally arranged in order, was stirred into a pot of porridge, and the Casualty Rate of the Plauen continued to rise.

"Lord Earl, no, Mayor Aubrey was killed in the first wave of the onslaught, he was pierced by the spear of the Bohemians and fell from his horse, and the heavy infantry under his command suffered a third of the casualties, and was gradually shaking." The heralds shuttled back and forth to bring the news from the front to the anxious Earl of Prauun, and the bad news made the Count uneasy.

"What? Mayor Aubrey was killed. Count Praun lifted his mask in disbelief, and he watched as the banner of the Bohemians in front of him was gradually approaching his position, and it seemed that the troops at the forefront were no longer able to fight back.

"Lord Count, Baron Xavier is gradually withdrawing from the battle, and the eighty soldiers under his command have fled after the baron, and there is a vacancy on the right flank of our position." Once again, the herald brought bad news to the Earl of Plaun, and sure enough, the Count of Praun saw Baron Xavier's banner upside down, followed by more than eighty panicked soldiers, and his unauthorized retreat caused a gap in the position. (To be continued......)