With more than 200 infantry and 2,000 cavalry, the disparity between the two sides is so great that if an experienced general commands the elite cavalry, it is even possible to defeat the enemy without injury, but the current battle situation is quite tragic. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The horseback militia did not make a destructive attack at all, and just rushed into the camp full of wooden houses, gave up their mobility, and engaged in close street combat with the stubbornly defended Northern legions.

The men of the north were very brave, and they were not afraid to attack the enemy who was hiding in the alleyway.

On the opposite side, the remaining Northern legionnaires gathered together, erected a shield array, and returned fire with crossbow arrows.

No one thought of surrendering, and these soldiers of the Northern Army knew very well what they had done here, and if they were defeated, they would only die worse and would never be forgiven. Since death is certain, the only thing that can balance them now is to kill as many people as possible.

Killing one is enough, double two earning one, they are all greedy, their desires are insatiable, and they just want to earn more!

"Kill!"

With a uniform shout, a round of crossbow arrows flew over, and the rushing cavalry immediately fell in a large platoon. Then they immediately retreated, turning into an alley, where the militiamen's long-range return shot failed.

The angry militiamen chased after them on horseback and crowded at the mouth of the "T" shaped alley, where they were greeted by a bolt of crossbow arrows.

After leaving dozens of corpses in this way, the militia finally came to their senses. They began to abandon their horses, taking advantage of their numerical superiority to surround them from all sides, while others climbed onto rooftops and outflanked them from above.

This tactic worked so well that the Northern Legionnaires, who had no position, could not cope with the crossfire, and finally had to retreat into the granary, hiding behind the grain pile.

There was only one gate of the granary, guarded by more than 200 hard crossbows, and thousands of troops and horses could not be killed, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

"Burn it." Lambard shook his head and sighed as he looked at the corpses piled up at the gate, and the militiamen looked at each other.

They won't have any psychological burden to burn these people, but the food they have worked so hard to grow, and the wives and children at home are hungry and waiting, so they really can't do it.

"Mayor Mare, let's go and tear the house down." A lean man pleaded, and the others nodded in agreement.

Lambard shook his head with difficulty, "The Alliance's army is too close, we won't be in time." ”

Sure enough, as soon as his words fell, a militiaman rushed in from outside the camp on horseback, shouting all the way: "There are enemy troops, find enemy troops!" ”

One of the militia leaders rushed up and grabbed him, shouting and asking, "How many people are here?" ”

The militiaman was forced off his horse, took a few breaths and replied, "There are about 200 people, all cavalry, they are wearing golden armor, and now they are only ...... away from us"

Hearing this, Lambard suddenly raised his head and shouted without hesitation: "Burn!" When the burn was over, we hurried to retreat. ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for others to make a move, grabbed a bundle of grass and ran to the gate of the granary.

"But the mayor, there are only two hundred of them!" The lean man shouted with a crying voice, looking quite unconvinced.

Lambard ignored no one, threw the grass at the base of the wall, and hurriedly pulled out the flint and struck it. The people didn't know who those golden-armored cavalrymen were, but he knew it clearly, the Holy Light Cavalry Regiment of the Alliance!

Although the number of their own side is nearly ten times that of the opponent, if they really want to fight, there is no chance of winning, if the enemy in the granary at that time attacks from behind, the militia team under his command will definitely be destroyed!

Click, click, click.

Clumps of sparks sprinkled on the dry grass gradually began to burn.

The militiamen looked at each other.

Finally, the lean man couldn't help himself and roared and rushed towards Lambard.

Lambard threw the flint and knocked him to the ground, drew his sword with his backhand, glared angrily at the militiamen, and roared: "Get out, everyone get on your horse!" ”

Forced by Lambard's cannibalistic gaze, the villagers finally began to step on their horses, from threes to twos to twos, and by the time everyone had ridden their horses, the fire had already burned.

The houses here are all made of pine logs, and they ignite immediately when they meet the fire, and the fire instantly seals the door. When the defenders inside find out, it's too late.

Listening to the violent coughing in the granary, Lambard directly beat his horse out of the camp, and the militiamen followed out unwillingly.

Walking to the front of the camp gate, the sound of horses' hooves "rumbling" outside, and Gelmar led the Knights of the Holy Light to kill.

Looking at the swarming militia horses, Germa raised his hand with a gloomy face, and the whole army stopped, and immediately formed a triangular formation, with the front facing the camp gate. They don't have room to charge, but they don't need to, the militia will do it for them.

"Follow me, run left!" Seeing that the battle was about to be engaged, Lambard raised his sword and shouted.

The Knights of the Holy Light did not block the door, but formed a "sharp knife" against the gate, the meaning is very clear, 200 people cannot block 2000 people, so they simply let you go out to fight in the field. If the militia only want to rely on the advantage of light cavalry to escape, then they should also go, after all, the purpose of the Knights of the Light is to meet the friendly forces.

However, to their surprise, except for the first cavalry, which squeezed out to the left, the others did not turn and rushed straight towards the front.

The battle between the two armies was not to be thought about, the militia was killed in an instant, and the Knights of the Holy Light subconsciously made tactical moves. Hearing the sound of "praise", everyone raised their shields, and their movements were as neat as one person.

The militiamen raised their weapons and pounced on them without hesitation, like waves crashing against the reef. They hated these knights, and if they hadn't killed them, they would have been able to get the food back, and their families wouldn't have to starve.

Syllable!

Germa slammed her backhand, her body flashed with golden light, and the militia who rushed over first was smashed out by her and her people. This was followed by the second, the third......

The Knights of the Holy Light are like iron nails smashed into the ground, not moving at all, and occasionally the war horse moves a few steps sideways, and it will immediately return to its position, and the edge is not only not blunted, but sharper and sharper. The militia team collided headlong, and the striker immediately flipped on his back, and was violently split by himself, splitting in two.

The two groups of people and horses that were separated couldn't turn around, and the knight of holy light galloped behind them, the golden holy light shone all the way, the shield was mixed with weapons, and the militia team was stripped layer by layer, and the fallen people and horses made the formation more and more messy.

The crowd roared by, and the two formations staggered only for a minute, and the militia ranks were split to both ends like broken barriers.

Looking back, both sides of the Holy Light Cavalry Regiment were full of dead and wounded, and in just one minute of confrontation, the militiamen actually dropped hundreds of people!

"No!"

Lambard stood alone in the distance, holding his head in his hands, and only then did he let out his first scream, such a tragic casualty was beyond his imagination, and he simply couldn't accept it.

I can't go, so many people have died, how can I explain when I go back......

"Give me back!" Lambard screamed loudly, sword in high aloft, and rode alone, charging at the Knights of Light who began to change formation.

The Knights of Light military formation was split in two, and Germa led a group of men and horses through the middle formation, turning the whole team to the left, and the wedge-shaped formation turned into a goose wing formation.

This is not a posture of pursuit, on the contrary, a defensive formation of cavalry.

Lambard rushed straight to the tip of the goose's wings, slashing all the way to the military formation, howling like madness. The paladins had complicated expressions, the first to resist, the second to parry, and the third couldn't stand it, so he smashed him out with a hammer.

“…… Give the person back to me. Lambard's mouth was full of blood, and he muttered his last words, and died of rage. (To be continued.) )