In the face of the menacing army of skeletons, the human coalition army is in disarray.

Everyone's eyes were on the city gate, and no one noticed that there was another army to the north.

The Tomb Walkers who emerged from the ground further distracted everyone, causing the army that appeared out of thin air to be only a few hundred meters away from the coalition tent when Havelock shouted.

Obviously, the other party didn't happen to pass by here, they were premeditated!

There are also the Tomb Walkers, who have cleverly timed their sneak attacks, eliminating the dwarves who were operating the cannons, and on the other hand, successfully attracting the attention of most people, making it easier for the outlying armies to launch larger raids.

Killing two birds with one stone, two important purposes were accomplished.

While Havelock was extremely surprised, he also had to secretly praise that the commander on the opposite side was not simple, he must be a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

As soon as they appeared, it was like pinching the seven inches of a poisonous snake, which made the coalition extremely uncomfortable.

After the dwarven flame cannon greatly killed and shocked the greenskin, the situation on the field was very good, and all the high-ranking members of the coalition army couldn't wait to send out all the elite troops in their hands in order to compete for success, almost without reservation, so that now there were only a few guards in the camp and Havelock's 2,000 heavy infantry, adding up to less than 3,000 people, and their enemies were tens of thousands of undead creatures.

This number is not an exaggeration, the skeletons that spread all over the mountains swept in like a tsunami, and the coalition camp was like a lonely island, and if you were not careful, you could be overwhelmed by the monstrous waves.

"Heavy infantry! Lined up! Gather! ”

Havelock wiped the sweat from his forehead, then strode through the crowd, shouting to form an effective line of defense.

Although he was extremely nervous, he still retained the qualities that an excellent general should have.

There is no harm without comparison, and compared to him, the performance of the other top leaders of the coalition can be described as extremely clumsy.

In the case of the advantage, the people who remained in the camp except for the "skinners" were all those who could only talk on paper and did not dare to actually set foot on the battlefield, and when these people saw a huge number of enemies attacking, they either cried for their fathers and mothers, and cried for help, or they rode horses and turned around, ran as far as they wanted, and made a mess of the camp, which not only did not play a role, but also made Havelock unable to organize an effective defense.

But the enemy came so quickly.

Accompanied by the sound of exotic horns, a dense rain of arrows kicked off the war between the living and the undead.

The first to step into battle were hordes of skeletal cavalry, who harnessed the skeletal horses of Nehekhara, who had fought side by side for thousands of years, and galloped like a storm with their sharp, heavy spears in their hands.

With the speed of their mounts, the spears of these cavalrymen seem to have a thousand powers, and they can easily stab or pierce the human soldiers in front of them, and even worse, use the strength that is not commensurate with the seemingly thin body to directly pick the enemy into the air, and then these flying guys will fall into the thunderous trampling of the skeleton warhorse, until it becomes a puddle of flesh mixed with blood and dirt.

Although these horses have long been devoid of flesh and blood, they are still as strong and powerful as they were when they were alive, and a single kick can shatter an adult's chest, and what is even more rare is that they still retain sporadic memories of their masters before they died, and they can perfectly obey and implement the will of the riders, making the whole cavalry show the same super discipline as other troops.

Immediately behind these skeleton cavalry was another whirlwind of desert that was equally cold and angry.

They rode identical skeletal horses to the edge of the battlefield and calmly fired deadly arrows with their bronze longbows, striking the fleeing humans in the back with precision.

And that's just the beginning.

The footsteps of the war horses did not stop there, but continued to move in a roundabout way along the periphery of the camp.

The skeleton archers on horseback are both superb horsemen and superb marksmanship, and they seem to be tireless, unleashing round after round of sharp arrows, harvesting life efficiently.

The last to enter the field were a large number of skeleton warriors and archers, mixed with a number of Nehekhara Nether warriors with twin swords, who were like migrating ants, lined up in dense phalanxes, striding towards the enemy who was already crumbling.

After the storm, there is the desert.

On the other side of the battlefield, the human coalition army that was rushing to the city gate finally discovered the arrival of an uninvited guest.

At the same time as the camp was attacked, some skeletons also rushed towards the city wall, and what was originally a good situation for humans to win suddenly turned into a dangerous situation for the enemy.

Although they were not outnumbered, some of them were fighting Greenskins up and down the walls, while others were either blocking the gates or climbing the walls, and instead became live targets for archers.

Less than half of those who were really able to turn around and fight.

In fact, this is enough, the number of skeletons rushing towards the city gate is not very large, at most a few thousand, and the equipment on their bodies is in tatters, compared to their counterparts on the other side, like a group of ragged beggars.

If humans are calm in the fight, they will actually have to fight.

But there are no ifs in war.

At this most urgent moment, apart from shock and fear, the soldiers did not even know what to do.

Is it to continue the siege? Or turn around and fight a new enemy? Still is...... Just run and it's over?

The weakness of the temporary coalition forces' lack of unified command was fully exposed at this moment, and people of different forces had different ideas, those who rushed to the front wanted to retreat, those who ran behind wanted to move forward, and their own people collided with their own people first, and they could not form an effective resistance at all.

The only timely response was carried out by two cavalry units.

Leaning on the war horses under their hips, they did not get bogged down in the quagmire of the infantry.

But even if there are only two troops, their choices are different.

The light cavalry of "Fetenburg" set off last, and before they reached the battlefield, a new enemy appeared, so they simply turned their horses and ran away.

It seemed that they were preparing to go to the camp and take a turn against the retreating allies.

The other "Knights of the Iron Cross" had just joined the battle group not long ago, and before they had time to show their skills, they discovered the arrival of the enemy, but unlike the former, they had no intention of retreating.

The well-trained Bretonnian knights quickly gathered around the regimental commander Papan, and the young kingdom knights, after carefully observing the opposing troops, gave the order to charge unexpectedly.

Charge at ten times your own number of enemies.

"Knights of Quenarius! It's our time to smash those heads with the weapons in your hands! Smash those bones with your horses! The goddess of the lake bless us! ”

Papin held his long spear aloft on the back of a bumpy horse, inspiring his companions with a high-pitched battle cry.

At the same time, a looming ring of gold appeared under him, which expanded more than ten times in the blink of an eye, covering dozens of people.

This was just the beginning, and like a chain reaction, a dozen more identical auras appeared one after another among the running cavalry, uniting to encompass almost everyone.

The speed of the Knights' charge suddenly increased, and the five hundred cavalry were like five hundred giant hammers, smashing into the group of skeletons with the power of thunder.

For a while, no one could stop him!