Svadia's infantry increased speed, and at the command of Count Dirinald, about a hundred heavy cavalry turned around and rushed towards the Nord royal guards, who were rushing over the trench to support, and the opposing side was not outnumbered by much.

The heavy cavalry units in a linear array rushed towards them, and the Nord royal guards chose to stand still, the men in the first row raising their spears and the men in the back holding their two-handed battle axes, as if trying to meet the heavy cavalry head-on, although it seemed very stupid.

Those heavy cavalry units had heard of the prestige of these royal guards and knew that they were the best warriors of the Nord Kingdom, the elite of the elite. However, they were also confident that they could take them down, after all, even the best infantry could not stand up to the heavy cavalry lances head-on.

They were getting closer and closer, and the royal guards at the front were only a few steps away from the heavy cavalry rifles charging at the front.

And at this time, the heavy infantry suddenly moved, as fast as if they had never worn such heavy armor.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred royal guards were scattered into a space twice as large as their previous formation. They leaned sideways, or raised their shields to dodge. The boots of Svadia's heavy cavalry swept past the robes of the royal guards, but they did not take a single enemy life.

The Swadian heavy cavalry kept a distance from each other when charging, and this distance could be exploited by the royal guards. Although there had been no war with Swadia in many years, that didn't mean that the Nord heavy infantry wouldn't be studying how to deal with Swadia's horses.

The royal guards raised their weapons and slashed down with their axes, their horses falling to the ground with a wail, and the riders on their backs were beheaded by sweeping tomahawks before they could react.

The spears in the hands of the royal guards were terrifyingly strong, piercing the jaws of the heavy cavalry, piercing directly through their nose bones, and then being drawn out by the same force.

Throwing axes come at them from behind or from their bodies, or take their lives, or smash dents into their armor, dealing severe blunt damage to the limb parts underneath the armor.

A hundred Swadia heavy cavalry rushed into the ranks of the Nord royal guards, and by the time they rushed out, a third had already been broken, and the other side had suffered only minor casualties at best.

The heavy cavalry of Svadia turned around, some throwing away their spears and drawing their swords and maces from their waists, while others stabbed at the Nord royal guards with their spears. The horses under their crotches also rushed towards the infantry again.

However, the royal guards reacted as quickly as before, blocking the heavy cavalry attacks with their wide round shields, then stabbing the horses in the eyes and abdomen with their spears, and then the surrounding royal guards would cleanly mend the fallen knights with axes.

As a level 6 infantry level higher than the Swadia Knights, the Nord Royal Guard's combat effectiveness is very strong.

A hundred Swadian heavy cavalry charged back and forth a few times, and then scattered and fled from these terrible creatures.

It was obviously a heavy cavalry, but it was beaten by these heavy infantry and had no power to fight back. In such a short period of time, half of the losses were achieved, and only two of the royal guards they killed in the battle.

This casualty ratio may seem unbelievable, but it is extremely real. After all, Svadia, as a cavalry power, mobilized all the heavy cavalry in the country, plus a part of the mercenaries, the number would not be less than 5,000. However, as the most elite force of the Nord Kingdom, the number of Nord royal guards is less than 500, which is not as large as the knight troops of Svadia. Whenever there were more than 50 royal guards, the king had to be consulted.

The strongest infantry in the Calradia continent is not called for nothing.

The heavy cavalry was driven away, leaving only the cheering Nord soldiers and the horses standing alone without their masters.

The morale of the Nord troops behind them suddenly skyrocketed, and they followed in the footsteps of these royal guards and launched a charge towards the Swadia infantry who had just arrived at the battlefield.

Two huge clusters of infantry collided in this way. In terms of formation, Swadia is better prepared. However, under the leadership of the royal guards, thousands of Nord soldiers quickly broke through the defense line of the Swadia infantry in the rain of crossbow arrows and arrows, and the Swadian army, which had a clear advantage in strength, was at a disadvantage for a while.

As the Nord support forces continued to advance, Count Harongoth, who was watching the battle from afar, knew that infantry alone could not stop them.

Flags are waved and trumpets are sounded. The two heavy cavalry units on the left and right received the news at this time, and Count Claes and Count DiLinald also gave orders to their cavalry troops.

Fifty good knights and 200 heavy cavalry were dispatched as a reserve, as were a whole squad of Swadia sergeants and dozens of Swadia snipers.

They rushed in the direction of the Nords, reinforcing friendly forces to stop them.

However, they were still a little slower, and by the time they closed the gap that had been rushed out by the royal guards, many of the Nord's elite soldiers had already plunged into the back of the Swadia heavy cavalry that was encircling and destroying the enemy.

Byron was in a similar situation at this time. Three Nord royal guards, wielding large axes in their hands, led dozens of Nord veteran infantry and Nord warriors to fight through their rear.

The casualties caused by these people were not large, but they slowed down the progress of the peony mercenaries. Mercenary cavalrymen swept past them on their horses, wielding meteor hammers and chains in their hands, smashing the heads of the Nord hoplites to blood.

However, they did not dare to approach those royal guards, even if there were only three people on the other side, but they could resist ten mercenary cavalry when they cooperated with each other.

However, the experienced hired cavalry knows that they can't risk their lives now, but that doesn't mean that some young stunned young people won't be impulsive.

Perhaps out of blood or the urge to show himself, Johnny, who had almost vomited on the battlefield before, and whose hand holding the sword was still trembling, actually rushed towards the royal guards on horseback.

What's worse is that this young man did not ride a gun, and the horse only had a coat.

Byron was stunned by the behavior of his little squire, but he had to admit that he had done a good job until he did this stupid thing, and that no matter what the Golden Hand had done for him, Byron trusted him and planned to promote him in the future.

He didn't want this lad to die like this today.

Fatis and Kenrad were a little far away from him, too late to call them. Byron had no choice but to call John, who was carrying the flag, and two other mercenaries and a Swadia heavy cavalry around him to rush over there.

Johnny's horse was struck in the head by an axe five paces away from the nearest royal guard. Johnny dismounted, and the royal guard raised his axe and walked towards him.

But at this moment, the thunder let out a hiss, ran wildly, knocked down several Nord soldiers who were in the way, and rushed straight towards him with Byron.

Byron had lost his riding spear before, and now he had an ownerless spear drawn from Satoshi's corpse.

The royal guard threw an axe at him, and Byron blocked it with his shield, and felt that his arm was numb, and he saw that half of the axe blade split the wooden shield and stuck on the shield.

Because of the act of raising the shield, Byron missed the opportunity to attack, and the thunderous charge was also dodged by the opponent.

However, the opponent's big axe also slashed from the side, splitting Byron's shield in two, and Byron himself also left the horse's pedal with both feet under this heavy blow, and his body flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground.

He rolled on the ground several times, pain running through his body from his bones to his skin.

Perhaps judging from the equipment and the ornamentation of the burqa, Byron was a noble figure, the commander of the troops, and the three royal guards came at him.

John rode his horse and knocked down one of the royal guards who had neglected his surroundings because he was concerned about Byron, but the other immediately swung his axe from the bottom up, disemboweling the horse. Later, a Nord warrior next to him also stabbed a spear, piercing the shin armor of John's leg and severely wounding him in the thigh.

Fortunately, the other mercenary cavalry moved fast enough to save his life.

When Byron got up, Johnny ran to his side in embarrassment.

Before he could speak, Byron was very dissatisfied and punched him.

"Next time you make a fool, you'll die!"

"I'm sorry, sir......"

Johnny bowed his head very much, his face full of shame.

Byron shook his head helplessly, pulled the mace from his waist, and lowered his head to pick up a kite-shaped shield that had fallen from someone else.

"Sir!"

But just as he got up, Johnny exclaimed.

Byron jerked his head up, and then saw a swirling black shadow hit his head.

The prepared one said that it was cleaved on his forehead.

Byron's helmet was not a covered helmet, and half of his cheeks were unprotected.

He felt something cold slam against his head, his entire body falling backwards, and his cervical spine bent backwards with the powerful force.

Byron didn't feel any pain before he lost his meaning.

His last thought was that he was finished......

…………

But in the darkness, he saw a light. To be precise, it was a person who came out of that light.

Things around him gradually became clearer, and everything seemed to be frozen in the moment before he died.

A young man with a Central Asian face and dressed in traditional Calradian aristocratic attire walked up to him and shook his head at him.

"You're dying a little too soon."

Then, he turned his hands behind his back and said very solemnly:

"I, the messenger of God, are silent. In the name of my lord Half Moon Wenqing, I will give you a new life. ”

Then, he reached out and snapped his fingers with a smile.

"Go back in time."