The winter ground was hard, providing a good space for the cavalry of the Chevalier family to gallop, and hundreds of horses lined up in a horizontal formation and rushed towards the manor castle of Viscount Cronin in waves.

Cronin's castle was strong, but his manor house had no stone walls, only a wooden fence, and if the Chevalier cavalry were not afraid to rush to the death, it would have collapsed.

Cronin did not fail to build a stone wall to make his castle a fortified city, but for some delicate reason, this purpose was never realized.

He has not been in this territory for a long time, there has been no war in the Lorraine region for more than 20 years, and his territory is in the safety zone of the Marquis of Lorraine, surrounded by the territory of the Marquis of Lorraine, if you want to build a city here that integrates attack and defense, who are you going to watch out for? Who are you threatening?

A small castle and a small city are two different things!

The lord will let you build a city if he thinks you need to build it, and if he thinks you don't need it, you can only be in an undefended situation.

Cronin had not done enough for the Chevalier family in exchange for permission to build the city.

"Boom...... Boom"

The rumbling cavalry lined up in a horizontal line and pressed over, and the strong momentum caused a riot in the peasant army that Cronin had just gathered, and many people threw down their spears and guns and ran around, even if they were whipped by the lord's knights, they were not willing to stand in front of the fence again.

Not every man was so brave, and when the warriors in armor, with their meter-long spears and thorny meteor hammers, pushed them side by side like ruthless war machines, fools stood still and didn't run, except for the determined veterans.

The Count of Berun was a clever man, but he was now as alone as a fool outside the manor castle, unmoving in the face of the approaching cavalry.

"Lord Berun, we can't get any closer, we have to go back to the Dao Manor, they're closing!"

Berun was not afraid, but the knights of the two royal knights holding the flag behind him were in a hurry, they thought that the sword and lion banner in their hands could scare the damned Marquis of Shire, but seeing that the other party's posture was obviously going to push over and directly drown the three of them.

The transcendents are very powerful and strong, but when a large group of cavalry rushes in a dense formation, they can only be reduced to weak.

A horse weighs more than 1,000 pounds, how much kinetic energy does it have to be driven by a knight? Can a human being, who weighs only one-tenth of his weight, really compete head-on?

It can be can, but that's what the middle and high-level transcendents can do, and the low-level transcendents really have to be tough, just an egg touching a goose egg, and they will all end up broken.

"Lord Earl, come in! it's closing!"

The cavalry of the Chevalier family had already rushed to within a thousand meters, and it would only take two minutes at most to rush in front of them, and Cronin and the others in the manor were also in a hurry, and hurriedly called for Berun to go in and hide.

He did hate this insatiable drunkard, but if Béruen died on his estate, then he could find himself a cemetery with good feng shui, and all the ways to survive would be blocked.

Cronin really couldn't understand why Charles was so crazy, the banner of the Royal Knights was so obvious, and he didn't even come up to negotiate and start directly, this kind of behavior was simply a slap in the face of the royal family.

Now there is only one way to save the cavalry from the melee in the manor, the cavalry will lose the necessary speed after rushing through the fence of the manor, and then the flesh and blood of those farmers will slow down the cavalry again, and the cavalry without speed is a live target, and their elite warriors will start a melee to win the game.

But the peasants who had gathered inside the fence could not be saved, and the peasants who had only undergone simple training were only bloodied under the trampling of the cavalry.

Thinking of this, Cronin's heart was dripping blood, he usually treats these farmers like animals, but they are not beasts after all, who will farm for you without them? Who will mine for you?

"Hmph! A group of cowards has simply tarnished the noble status of the nobles!"

Béruhn's cheeks trembled slightly, and a cruel grin appeared on his lips.

"Click!"

Berun closed the visor from his helmet and wrapped himself in the ornate armor.

The two royal knights were shocked, and Berun was going to prepare for battle.

"Your Excellency, you can't do this, we're not here to start a war with the Marquis of Lorraine! he's a madman......."

"War? Does he have the guts? If he had been so brave, he would not have endured for so long without investigating the cause of his father's death, and he would have taken back his title in a humiliating way!"

Béruhn touched his riding spear and stroked the delicate pattern on the barrel like caressing a woman's charming skin.

His war horse seemed to feel the cruelty and madness of his master, and he kicked the horse's hooves and panted heavily.

"A man who has buried the entire Knights of Lorraine, but who has come back without shame, can this kind of person be a brave warrior?" Belun's voice was a little dull through the face armor of the helmet.

"Does a coward have the guts to go head-to-head with a real knight?"

Berun tightened his grip on his long cavalry spear.

"Look! I'm going to pick on this coward's hypocrisy today!"

"Hah!"

With a clamp between his legs, the white hooves of the steed soared into the air, and then ejected, plunging like an arrow into the banner of the Hunter Knight fluttering in the wind on the opposite side.

At this time, under the Hunter Knight's Banner, Charles was frowning, very dissatisfied with his oppressive charge.

His young knights each brought the most elite family private army, adding up to more than five hundred cavalry, and all of them were elite warriors, and their riding skills were quite good.

But the cavalry charge of 500 people was scattered and rushed into a mix of porridge, and it looked like a tide from a distance, but Charles clearly saw the disconnection everywhere, falling behind one by one, and fighting each other.

"This is the weakness of the aristocratic private army, without a sense of collective honor!"

There are dozens of knights under Charles, and they are divided into several cavalry squads according to their respective relationships and familiarity, and they are all very eye-catching elites when they are taken out alone, but when they are together, they are faintly wary of each other, and they can't see it at first, the closer they get to the end, the speed is becoming more and more unified, some are accelerating the sprint, and some are slowly slowing down.

Why do you need plain fields for cavalry warfare, and why do you want to run slower and slower the faster you run in order to sprint to the highest speed and achieve maximum lethality?

"The fence in front of you can't be rushed, otherwise it will definitely be chaotic, although it will still win in the end, but Lao Tzu can't afford to lose, the price of a cavalry is worth ten musketeers. ”

Charles was a little worried, thinking about how to stop the cavalry brigade that had already rushed up, and he couldn't lose the sharpness of this trip.

A good charge is halfway, regardless of the impact on morale, and it is certain that the opponent's momentum will rise.

At this moment, the white horse knight in front of him suddenly moved, and after a few seconds, he began to accelerate, and he went straight towards Charles.

"I'll go, Don Quixote?

Charles gripped a cold silver spear and raised his hand to make a command position that made the cavalry turn to the sides, and then broke away from the group alone, speeding towards the white horse knight on the opposite side.

But after more than ten seconds, Charles found that the guy on the other side was very handsome in terms of riding skills and gun movements.

And fancy!

It's very pretending!

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