Under the suppression of the Half-Moon Collar's heavy weapon, a strange situation appeared on the battlefield, that is, the closer to the middle, the rarer the number of snow elves. In order to avoid the powerful crossbow arrows, these guys rushed desperately to both sides one by one, and only the two sides were still affected by the crossbow arrows, but the intensity of the attack was significantly reduced. The snow elves can have this kind of consciousness is also realized under the accumulation of human lives, from the beginning of the war to the present only a few minutes, basically every minute dozens of snow elves are seriously injured by crossbow arrows, serious injuries are good, more are killed on the spot after being strung with sugar gourd by crossbow arrows!

"Collect the troops!" The Snow Elf King looked at the number of snow elves on the field that had plummeted, and hesitated for a long time before giving the order to withdraw the troops.

As soon as the order came out, the snow elf guards on the side immediately blew the whistle in their hands, and the snow elves on the field heard the whistle one by one as if they had been pardoned, and ran towards the rear as if they were running for their lives.

On the side of the half-moon leader, after hearing the whistle of the snow elves, a group of hundreds of heavy cavalry rushed out obliquely from the crossbow position, and the strong war horses lined up in a row to charge the snow elves who retreated for their lives. The speed of these heavy armored cavalry is not very fast, but the bright riding spears in their hands are still dazzling, and even the snow elves know that being poked by this thing will definitely not end well.

The cavalry followed behind at a much faster speed than the snow elves, gradually closing the distance between the snow elves. The snow elves, who were already equivalent to a rout, were chased by these cavalry like sheep, and they fled harder one by one, some of the snow elves slipped to the ground directly because of the panic between escaping, and even more directly pulled the snow elves in front of them to the ground, freeing up the way for themselves to escape. After coming and going, the fallen snow elves were quickly chased by the cavalry, either trampled to death by the horses' hooves, or were directly raised high on the tip of the spear.

"Cavalry? How can these guys have cavalry?! "Behind, the Snow Elf King, who was watching this scene from afar, turned a little panicked for a moment." Fast! Pull those bed crossbows up! Get out of the way of all the idiots in front of me! ”

He also prepared a backhand, the bed crossbow that had previously contributed to the plan to capture Wuslade. Originally, he thought that this kind of backhand would not be used, but what he didn't expect was that his act of just in case really came in handy when it appeared. Didn't you say that there were fewer ponies in Skyrim? How the hell did this cavalry come together?!

Half Moon leads the front, on the middle weapon position.

Wilcas was holding an elongated lens tube and looking into the distance, watching the movement at the back of the Snow Elf team. Now the telescope he uses has been specially modified, and it is no longer the kind that was simply removed from the bed crossbow before.

"Fifty...... Forty ......" he muttered softly, not knowing what he was counting. When he had counted to twenty, he suddenly gestured to the herald beside him. The herald took the horn from his waist and blew it.

The sound of the whining Nord horn resounded throughout the battlefield, and one by one the cavalrymen who were charging ahead lowered their horses, and at the same time tilted their rifles to the equipment on their horses, and took down a crossbow from which it had already been wound. The power of this dwarven metal crossbow machine is more than a grade higher than that of ordinary steel crossbow machines, and in the sound of crossbow string vibrations, the snow elves running at the back were directly shot cold.

At this time, it also happened to be the time when the bed crossbow was set up on the Snow Elf position, if these cavalry rushed forward by more than ten meters, then the Snow Elf King dared to guarantee that these weapons of the Half Moon Leader would definitely make the cavalry of the Half Moon Leader on the opposite side taste despair.

It's a pity that his calculation failed again, and these cavalrymen could stop outside the range of the bed crossbow, and after dealing with the nearest piece of snow elves, they directly took advantage of the horses to stop and turn around without the slightest hesitation.

"These guys!" Seeing this scene, the Snow Elf King instantly became furious, rushed to the position of the bed crossbow, and directly fired the trigger of one of the bed crossbows. At this time, the snow elves who fled back in front had not yet made way for the bed crossbow, and the reckless firing of the bed crossbow would inevitably cause accidental injury. But at this time, the Snow Elf King couldn't take care of the problem anymore, and all he was thinking about was how to leave behind these half-moon leading cavalrymen in front of him!

The crossbow arrows of the "poof...... bed crossbow passed through the neck of the snow elf who had just run to it and had not reacted, and the huge force directly caused the wound on his neck to burst open, directly separating most of his head and neck, leaving only a little bit of flesh and skin stuck to it.

"Bang!" The slightly raised crossbow bolt slammed into the second snow elf's front door, and then directly smashed through the back of his skull and flew out, leaving the corpse of the snow elf with a hole the size of a bowl in the face of the mask, where it ran forward by inertia for two steps and fell directly to the ground.

The murderous crossbow arrow swept through an elegant arc with a whistling sound in the air, and it fell to the ground more than ten meters behind the tail of the horse at the end of the half-moon cavalry, and plunged deep into the ground.

The sound of the bolts landing did not alarm the knight's horses, and he turned to glance at the crossbow arrows, which were less than a quarter of the body exposed, and then lifted his mask and glanced at the back of the snow elf's position, where the bed crossbow had fired. He very defiantly raised a middle finger at the vague figure in front of the crossbow, and then took off a snow elf head hanging from the horse's neck, poked the string with his riding spear and hung it on it to shake it proudly, and then caught up with the speed of the large army in front of him.

"Cord, what's wrong? Won so many in the first battle, and still have a stiff face? Wilcas in the position saw Cod, the last absent-minded man hanging in the cavalry ranks, and asked from afar.

"Don't mention Made!" When Cod saw Wilcas, he removed the head of the snow elf from his spear and hung it up. "I almost got shot with a bed crossbow by a guy when I came back, and that guy is a madman! Blocked by so many snow elves, he shot an arrow desperately! I almost thought I'd be going to lose my life there today! ”

As he spoke, Cod rolled over from his horse and spat at the ground with great displeasure, as if to spit out the panic that had just been suppressed......