"The Nord cavalry is coming, kill them!"

Fatis led a cavalry unit that attempted to flank the opposing infantry array, crushing the Nord infantry with a neat charge before the rest of the Nord infantry arrived.

But when they charged, they found that behind the mist that obscured their vision, the battlefield floor was full of potholes filled with sewage and slippery wet dirt. The hooves of the heavily dressed Swadia horses were mired in mud and potholes, their speed severely impaired, and they were left behind by the steppe horses that Byron had once bought.

Fatis had to wave his banner to slow down the cavalry, knowing full well that the cavalry tactics used by Byron would be severely weakened once dispersed, and he had to rebuild the charge.

But it took a lot of time for the Fatis to regroup the cavalry, and some of the cavalry attendants even arrived with their horses covered in mud, and their horses were completely unaccustomed to the northern battlefield, and the riders who were not skilled in horsemanship could easily slip and fall in puddles with men and horses.

The cavalry raid had lost its original effect, and the Nords were not fools, and although they admired foot combat, they were well aware of the threat of heavy cavalry units to their infantry, except for the royal guards who came out of the biographical tales.

A group of Nord cavalry on Northland ponies immediately joined the battlefield to intercept the cavalry led by Fatis. Their horses were short and unsuitable for combat, and their personnel were Nord warriors who were not accustomed to horse fighting, but in this terrible battlefield, their disadvantages were compensated.

When Fatis reorganized his cavalry, the Nord cavalry was already in front of them, and it was impossible to get around, so Fatis could only clamp his cavalry and lead his troops to rush forward.

Two distinct cavalry units rushed together, and although the muddy ground and the short distance severely weakened the impact of the heavy cavalry, the dense wall of cavalry still drove a nodder straight away. Frightened, the northern horses fled in all directions. Ignoring cavalry combat and frontal assault, the Nords did not wear blindfolds on their horses, believing that such horses would be more agile and protect their riders. But judging by the results of this onslaught, these untrained northern horses caused more trouble after being frightened than the cavalry of Fatis.

The Nord riders were thrown off by their own horses, and wounded and frightened ponies hindered the advance of the cavalry behind. But the worst thing was the horses that turned around in fright at the sight of the cavalry spears on the opposite side, and many of the Nord cavalry were knocked over by their own horses.

Because of the distance and the fog, it was difficult for Byron to see how far the battle was going on. But he was relieved when they spotted the panicked northern horses scurrying around the battlefield.

"Attack, keep attacking, in the name of the Father, we will win!"

The poor performance of the Nord cavalry made the cavalry who had failed in the charge regain their confidence, and Fatis was also at the right time to lead several Swadian noble heavy cavalry to charge into the Nord ranks crowded with horses and fallen soldiers, chanting slogans, riding spears and constantly stabbing at them, and the soldiers also responded to his call and rushed into the ranks of the enemy

"In the name of the Father!"

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!"

"The sky is above!"

"True slaughter!"

The beliefs of the soldiers in the peony regiment are even more different, and it is actually difficult to get echoes when chanting together, and it is easy to cause contradictions. But at this moment, these rivers of faith in different directions have gathered into a single wave, pressing on those Nord warriors with great confidence and courage.

"Warriors, don't retreat, the king of the gods is watching us!"

Terrible waves of faith were surging, but they did not drown out the fighting spirit of the Nord warriors. Led by the leader of the group, Garr, the landed riders picked up their shields and weapons, and used their dead horses as cover in an attempt to intercept the rampaging heavy cavalry.

There is only one word for Fatis to describe this behavior: "Courage is commendable..."

In the face of the heavy cavalry that launched a dense charge in waves, the formation was scattered, and the Nord warriors, who only had axes and spears in their hands, naturally could not parry. Their courage in battle was admirable, and their roars were shocking, but after holding out a wave of charges and shooting down a few heavy cavalry, they were crushed through the formation by the peony cavalry that came from behind in batches like waves, and then they were surrounded and cut into pieces, and were gradually devoured.

After successfully defeating the unskilled Nord cavalry, Fatis immediately commanded the remaining cavalry to move towards the position of the infantry on both sides. The Nord army was in a cavalry battle and sent additional men to support their front-line infantry. Although the Peony mercenaries and Rhodok spearmen are still fighting hard, defeat is only a matter of time before they fail without support.

Fatis organized the remaining cavalry into four groups in four waves, which were not as tight as Byron had requested. This change in tactics stemmed from the fact that the formation of the infantry at the front had become chaotic and could not form an adequate anti-cavalry line, and the continuous cavalry charge could directly break down the messy stragglers, and the Nord reinforcements who were busy rushing to the front line directly supported the infantry units caught in the melee.

On the other side, Byron also received reports from the scout cavalry sent out, knowing the plight of his infantry and the victory of the cavalry. He glanced back at the Swadia army behind him, the large army finally moved at this time, but there were less than five hundred people rushing to the front battlefield, and most of them were Swadia militia, the number of light infantry was pitiful, and the cavalry was basically none. In comparison, the support sent by the Nords was much more powerful, not only in sufficient numbers, but also in a very considerable number of skilled light infantry level 3 soldiers. Byron was wondering if he should throw the rest of his troops into the battlefield as well.

Before he could make a decision, an emissary dressed like a Swadian knight rode through the crowd to his side, bringing His Majesty's accountability.

"Baron Byron, King Harlaus has commanded you to strike as a striker, and it is a glorious task for many warriors to rush ahead of the great army and show your majesty's prestige. But you, with half of your troops, are you despising this honor, or are you despising His Majesty?! The messenger asked.

"Please return to Your Majesty, it takes not only courage but also wisdom for a warrior to defeat the enemy, and the main forces of the Nords have begun to move towards us, and a rash attack with my forces will only be crushed by the shield wall of the northerners. I need enough reinforcements to break through their lines. Byron replied truthfully.

"Very well, this is an order from the king, reinforcements have arrived, and the army will soon attack. Baron Byron, fulfill your duty and lead your troops on the offensive, or His Majesty will punish you for cowardice and cowardice! ”

The messenger left this sentence, and without waiting for Byron's reply, he turned away and left.