"All right, brothers, for the sake of Svadia, for the sake of the king, rush me!"

Although several of the heavy cavalry beside him warned Byron that it was not a good idea to charge all of them at this time, under pressure from King Haraus, he could only swing his mace, put on his great helmet, and lead the rest of his troops to charge.

Byron's troops were the elite of the Peony Regiment and the squires and petty nobles who had joined the army in response to his call, they were well-equipped and trained, and more importantly, they had seen the world and would not be intimidated by such a scene. So when Byron gave the order to charge at the huge Nord forces, they did not be timid, but shouted slogans and followed Byron to the enemy.

The Nord archers had been scattered by the cavalry led by Fatis by this time, and Byron arrived at the battlefield with little long-range pressure. The squires from Rhodok dismounted from their traveling horses, handed over their horses to their retinue, took up machetes and spears, put their shields on their backs, and set themselves up in formation. The serious and unskilled mercenaries also formed a cone formation with the Svadian heavy cavalry. This may delay the fighter, but it is a very safe way to send it off. And when they lined up, the Swadia militia units that they had left behind could also follow up and act as support to contain the Nord infantry.

Seeing that the front line was frustrated and the cavalry was routed, the reinforcements led by Byron were about to attack. The Nord yars could not hold their breath either, and another group of Nord heavy infantry on horseback rushed to the troops led by Byron, this time, they were carrying long weapons such as spears, and after suffering a loss of poor horse warfare, they planned to use the northland horses as a cover, and meet Byron's cavalry in foot combat behind the line of horses. And under the leadership of a few Yars, the huge phalanx of thousands of Nord infantry also moved slowly.

The Swadia militia troops soon arrived on the battlefield to join the battle, and at this time, the infantry on both sides of the frontal battlefield had already lost no less than 100 men in the melee, and the muddy and dirty battlefield environment caused the troops on both sides to lose their previous sharpness and morale was seriously shaken. Just like the Battle of Waterloo in Byron's impression, the addition of reinforcements can directly determine the outcome of the battle.

The Nord infantry on the front line was facing twice the size of the enemy and could no longer hold on. Nordgar, who led the army, was seriously wounded and was carried back by the people around him, and the troops fled directly. Between retreat and retreat, dozens of people were hooked down by halberds and stabbed to death with swords.

In this round of fighting, Byron had a clear advantage. The warriors, covered in blood and sludge, chanted hooray, and both Fatis and Kenrad came to Byron's side, giving each other thumbs up. Fatis rode up to Byron's side and saluted him, and although his armor and burqa were stained with blood, he was still in good spirits. In contrast, Kenrad, who had abandoned horseback riding from the very beginning of the battle and instead led the infantry into battle, was much more embarrassed. He was covered in mud, panting and exhausted, and his burqa had been torn by the Nord Tomahawk, revealing the Swadia plate armor inside.

"We won a game, but the fight wasn't over yet, my lord, they still have thousands of them."

Kenrad took a sip, spat out the dirty muddy water that had splashed into his mouth during the battle, gasped for air, and raised his head to Byron.

"We also have thousands of fighters, just in the rear waiting to support us." Fatis glanced back at the Svadian army behind him, and immediately straightened his back, full of confidence. "Our mission is completed, and then we just need to cooperate with the army to defeat those Nords."

"I hope so." Byron sighed, this old guy Harlaus has played him several times, and he has cheated many kingdom lords intentionally or unintentionally, so even if the army is in front of him now, Byron still can't rest assured that the king won't come out with some moths.

Byron ordered his troops to regroup in place and wait for their own reinforcements. And the large forces on the Swadia side did act, but only a small number of militia units were still operating. Byron sighed, knowing that an attack without moving would only be swallowed up by the huge Nord army, so he ordered his troops to change their posture and switch from attack to defense, preparing to meet the enemy.

In a similar vein as before, the crossbowmen began to shoot again, but the sparse arrows did little damage to the thousands of Nord soldiers. The Nord cavalry came from the flanks, they were not good at horsemanship, but they were outnumbered, almost three times as large as Byron's cavalry, and they were able to gather so many horses, and it was clear that their Jarl was very wealthy.

The heavy cavalry troops led by Fatis also attacked, and they clamped their spears and spurred their horses, forming a long spine and heading straight for the Nord cavalry. The soldiers on both sides watched nervously at the mud kicked up by the horses, watching the figures wield their swords in the rain and mist, or watching them fall under their horses.

The troops on both sides continued to advance, but no one did not care about the cavalry battle on the other side. Their victory or defeat directly determines the pressure on the flanks of the infantry.

After a while, the fighting in the rain and fog gradually subsided, and the horses that had lost their owners ran out of the fog, and most of them fled to the north, but a small number of horses fled back to the south and ran past Byron's troops.

The victors cheered, brandishing sabers and half-swords in their hands. And the loser can only flee back to his troops in embarrassment. Judging by the direction of the fleeing soldiers, the victory belonged to Baron von Byron and his brave cavalrymen.

The soldiers of Byron and the militia reinforcements of Svadia were demoralized at this sight, and the wounded forgot about their pain, and forcibly raised their weapons and shields, forming a solid line in the endless rain of arrows on both sides.

"For the glory of the King of the Gods! For the honor of King Khalaf! Warriors, slay the enemies who stand in our way! ”

Under the leadership of the Yars, bull horns and war drums resounded throughout the battlefield. Thousands of Nord warriors charged under the cover of rain and fog, and to the soldiers on the Swadian side, it seemed as if an endless number of enemies were coming at them from all sides through the mist.

They bravely confronted their enemies, forming a shield wall and dealing with them in the way the Nords did best. Under the clouds, both sides set off another heavy rain, a heavy rain consisting of the blood of the enemy and their own sweat.

The militia units in Swadia were quickly routed under the onslaught, and only Byron's soldiers were still struggling to hold on. He had hoped that King Harlaus' army would arrive in time to support them, and that he would not have been able to send some men to protect their rear. But it was disappointing that behind them appeared only troops from other directions.

Thousands of Nord soldiers surrounded Byron's troops, half of them exposing their backs to the Swadia army waiting in the distance. Although there were still two Nord phalanxes on either side of this chaotic battlefield, the pressure had eased a lot.

Seizing the opportunity, King Harauth ordered a large army to attack the phalanx on both flanks of the Nord army, and the cavalry attacked from one side to cover the enemy, breaking the enemy in one fell swoop.

It's a great opportunity for him to attack. Although this opportunity was won with the lives of a baron and his brave soldiers, he bought it at the expense of his subordinates.