Ai Xiu hid in the carriage, suppressed the surging battle spirit in his heart, and forced himself to watch coldly. www.biquge.info It's not like he didn't want to rush out and join forces with the mercenaries, but in his opinion, this team of sixty or so people is completely enough to eat this team of death knights. Although those two black knights are the biggest variable, what storm can two people set off? Eshua thought with some disapproval that the old drunkard had emphasized the impact of cavalry on the formation when he gave him a tactical lesson. In the eyes of the titan of theory, if you want to make an effective impact on an infantry phalanx, the number of elite knights guaranteed is forty! Then, according to the elite of the infantry phalanx and the relaxation of the formation, it is necessary to dispatch manpower to organize the second wave of impact. The reason why the Empire's infantry phalanx is famous for Pande is that it can stand like a reef in waves of cavalry onslaught! Especially the elite phalanx under the Archon of Levius, which is a top unit that can not even please the lion thunder array under the command of Duke Brenus! The two black knights are too arrogant to think about facing a mercenary team with a fairly complete formation, right?

Wrong! Eshua suddenly realized that he had inadvertently stepped into a misunderstanding, these mercenaries were not well-trained soldiers, and the gap between them and the Black Knights' equipment was even more different. And the Black Knight is famous, and under such conditions, the influence of psychological factors is inevitably magnified! Think about it, will sixty sheep be bold in front of two wolves? And the two black knights obviously knew this too, and they rode down with grace, obviously trying to let this invisible fear crush the mercenary formation!

It's amazing! Eshua couldn't help but admire, the psychological warfare skills of these two black knights were not much better than theirs. They knew very well that there was an "enemy army" under the hillside, and they did not dare to attack the mercenary formation with their vengeful arrogance no matter what. However, the power of hatred cannot last, and the more vigorous the flame, the faster it will be extinguished. According to Eshu's estimates, when the Black Knight was thirty steps away from the shield array, the mercenary would collapse from the hatred of the enemy. And thirty steps is the best charging distance for the Iron Horse!

Unable to wait any longer, Eshu stood up and raised the spear in his hand. He was also very helpless, after all, it was a taboo for soldiers to expose themselves hastily, but he couldn't sit back and watch this mercenary group be wiped out here, because ...... He doesn't know the way.

Can't wait any longer, Salamane muttered. How could he not have known that the strings under his subordinates had been tightened to the extreme? Their weapons were sweaty in their palms, their teeth rattling, and their bodies stretched like over-deformed longbows. "Just two people! Charge! Salamane roared, raising his hand to fire the bolts.

The front line dispersed, and the mercenaries roared and rushed up the hillside. And at this moment, the black knight also rode his horse to accelerate, and the two horses crashed into the crowd! Immediately, several swords beckoned, but only a few sparks sparked on the black knight's armor! Rotten! As soon as the thought crossed the minds of the mercenaries, the black knight waved his sword lightly, and they were in a different place. Some people tried to pick them off their horses with a long pole, but they were not as strong as men, and the black knight dragged them under the pole, and was trampled to death by the horses.

"Stand shield! Clamp the horse! Salaman shouted, "Drag them down and hold them down!" "He didn't expect the mercenary's shoddy blades to be able to inflict damage on the Black Knight. Yes, capturing alive is just a matter of desperation. If it weren't for the fact that those scraps of copper and rotten iron couldn't make a contribution, why take a greater risk to capture them alive?

The shield wall was erected again, surrounding the two horsemen in the middle, and the mercenaries cunningly hid themselves behind the shields, so that the black knights could not find their targets. Seeing that the war horses were about to sink into the crowd, they couldn't help but become agitated, and stretched out their hands to the spear bag again.

Salaman felt a chill in his heart, and he suddenly realized that he was alone and exposed to the Black Knight's range at this time! This is a big no-no for a leader! Not good! He almost subconsciously tried to get out of the way, but his body slowed down due to excessive blood loss. And at this moment, one of the black knights' hands was already raised high.

Swish!

The dark purple thunder rushed in front of the mercenaries, and the black knight who was about to throw a killing spear suddenly planted his horse, and the other turned his head to look at his comrades in surprise, only to find that a familiar throwing spear pierced from his armpit and pierced through the heart, and the black knight instantly lost the strength to cry out in pain and planted his horse.

A man strode up the hill, sturdy as an antelope. He wore a **** upper body, and a dark red velvet was hastily tied around his waist, making him look like a noble servant who made a living by selling his body to a noblewoman. However, this "servant" ran as if a wind swept for him, and while everyone was still surprised, he was only five paces away from the black knight!

Eshu leaped high and stomped on the mercenary's shoulder under the Black Knight's astonished gaze, crashing directly into his arms. The black knight subconsciously raised his sword to fight back, only to find that Eshu had slid from his body to the horse's back like a loach, and his hands reached under his armpits.

"Up!" Estheu let out a loud shout, and he threw a heavily armed black knight off his horse! Then he jumped on top of the Black Knight, pressed his knees against the Black Knight's throat, and with a fierce force with both hands, "clicked" and broke his neck. It only took five seconds to go from shooting one rider to smashing another! Before most of the mercenaries could even react, the two black knights had already been put to the ground by a young man who had been killed halfway! The young man, who seemed to have descended from heaven, straddled the corpse in a daze, his face undisguised with disappointment.

"It doesn't fit......" Esher looked at the black knight, who was obviously a circle older than him, and tightened the brocade that was about to slide off his waist a little helplessly.