In the nameless village, the atmosphere is becoming more and more tense.

The Horton archers kept firing rockets, round after round, until most of the arrows they had brought with them were empty.

Usually archers bring their own three arrows when they go into battle. One tube on the body, and two on the horse. There are only about 10 sticks per tube. If you really fight, this arrow will last for half an hour at most.

It's useless to bring too much, and the archers have no strength.

As the rockets became more and more sparse, Kyle. Horton had to cling to the improvised barrier and stared wide-eyed into the night. Because the secret magic eyes prepared by the wizards accompanying the army have also been exhausted, and they can no longer provide battlefield information.

Tonight is a cloudy day, with no stars or moon. Mortals' vision is really limited, and even more so in the dark.

The scar-faced Sark rode out with more than 20 elite horses, and after a while, he disappeared. Kyle. Horton, fearing that his men would suffer, gritted his teeth and called a cronie from the village defense.

"Hall, you take a dozen men to follow Sark and protect him from his flanks. I fear that the enemy in the dark will launch a sneak attack on him. ”

Hall is also a strong man, with an ugly face. He caressed his chest and obeyed, and without much nonsense, he called a group of knights to get on their horses and leave the village, and followed the first fifty meters behind Sak in front.

This is mainly the light cavalry guarding against Hugo, and they are the biggest headache for the knights of Broken Bridge City. For the infantry of Coldwind City, the knights have not yet learned how to do it.

Such a command arrangement can be called decent, neither completely rigid, nor reckless. The Lord of Horton had indeed learned his lesson and bred up to deal with the strong enemy.

But 500 meters away, Zhou Qingfeng held up a lightweight 62-type telescope to take in the unnamed village lit by fire.

The men and horses of Broken Bridge City drove the villagers, built fortifications, attacked continuously, and coordinated the attack and defense, all of which were clearly seen in the telescope.

Without any arcane arts, Zhou Qingfeng could obtain far more information than his opponent. He even saw Kyle, dressed in full armor and commanding at the barricade at the entrance of the village. Horton.

The armor on the chest of this city lord has the symbol of the family's giant shield, which is too easy to recognize.

Compared to the restlessness and panic on the side of Broken Bridge City, the side of Cold Wind City was much quieter in the dark. Successive orders were issued within the link network, with two cavalry squads flanking Scarface's Scarface, and two more cavalry squads intercepting Hall, who was following behind.

A squad of twelve members. After receiving the order, the captain shouted 'I will win', lightly clamped the horse's belly, raised his cavalry sword, and whistled to attack.

The nameless village may seem empty, but in fact there is very limited space for horses to gallop. Broken potholed fields are not suitable for fast sprints, and only a few flatter roads allow horses to accelerate.

The carriages of the infantry regiment were maneuvered by road, and the 'Rock' battalion was blocked at the narrow junction. Mahan led the attack with his usual fearlessness and resisted the first wave of the enemy's attack.

But no one is confident that they will be able to resist the second wave.

The infantry of Coldwind City did not have any advanced combat skills, and only relied on magic gems such as the 'shield' technique to fight with regular knights who had been trained all year round.

However, the 'Shield' can be weakened in battle, and its duration is limited. But now you have to fight if you can't fight, the commanders are all in front of the formation, and no one is allowed to retreat.

Sack's heavy cavalry attack failed, and he turned his horse's head to go around his opponent's flank. At the same time, two squads of Coldwind City light cavalry suddenly accelerated from the darkness and rushed over.

"Hell. How did these light cavalry come to be so coincidental? ”

The scar-faced Shack cursed in his heart. He led the team around and was slowing down, and once the heavy rider lost speed, it was like a target standing still.

The light cavalry did come by coincidence, and the darkness allowed them to appear stealthily, attacking right from behind the flanks of the enemy heavy riders. More than twenty steel sabers were gently raised, and the brushes slashed past.

The cavalry officer who led the team did not forget to shout loudly - 'enchantment'.

Enchanted weapons, which add magical power to equipment, are like adding a sharp blade that can pull out a bright white light.

Twenty-four sabers, twenty-four rays of light, all slashed at the heavy riders of Sack in a breath.

These Hutton elites had just thrown their weapons at Mahan's hoplites, and the lack of damage was enough to annoy them. The sudden appearance of a high-spirited light cavalry behind them made them feel defeated.

The fierce Sack himself was in a hurry, and he drew his spare long knife, turned around and dealt with the enemy in an extremely unfavorable manner.

The bright white sword illuminated the face of the incoming light horseman, and the immature faces rushed to Zack. The cavalry knife slashed up with a fierce spirit.

Zhou Qingfeng trained the troops, tried to be as simple as possible, didn't want any tricks, and went to the battlefield to be desperate. This was true of his infantry, and so was his cavalry.

A knife is a life-and-death contest.

Sack's horse was still slowing down and turning, and it was even more useless to turn around to meet it. He exerted all his strength to infuse the blade, and the sword also lit up.

Two swords collided head-on.

The rookie with a young face took advantage of the speed of the horse to gain a great advantage, and he slashed with a brush and ran away.

Sack only felt a huge force from the knife body, and relied on his strong body to resist. But the first light cavalry rushed through, and the second light cavalry held the cavalry sword horizontally in the same way, and another sword slashed up.

More than twenty heavy horsemen were continuously attacked by light cavalry from tail to head.

Not every knight has the strength of Scarsak, and several are slashed in the first hit. Even with Sack's same strength, he couldn't withstand a series of attacks like peeling an onion.

Coldwind City's light cavalry doesn't have any special style of play. They just held the cavalry knife horizontally, relying on the speed and strength brought by the horses, and the sharpness brought by the 'enchanted weapons', and swept through the brushes.

Scarface was in the lead of the heavy cavalry, and he didn't care if he took the first blow, he felt annoyed with the second blow, and realized something was wrong with the third blow.

But the light cavalry behind seemed to be not afraid of death, and continued to kill.

When his armor was torn by a single stab, Zac finally realized that he could not withstand such a constant attack. He hurriedly rolled over and fell to the side of the warhorse, dodging the follow-up attack.

Unfortunately, Zac did not encounter one or two opponents.

Seeing that the opponent was dodging, the follow-up light cavalry was even more unscrupulous. They stared at the enemy heavy cavalry commander, six or seven cavalry knives flashing in succession with flashes of swords.

Sack grabbed the saddle and hid on the other side of the horse. The war horse was unlucky for him, the side of the horse was continuously slashed, the stomach was broken, and the ties of the saddle and stirrups were also cut off.

The horse neighed as it had been hit hard, and broke free and fled. Sack fell to the ground in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a wave of running horses' legs trampling on him.

It was extremely unwise to stand up at this moment, and Sack could only lie on his side, holding his head in his hands, hoping that he would be lucky.

The horses' hooves stomped on the ground, neighing and screaming, and the horses running at high speed blew whirlwinds. Sark, who fell to the ground, felt that his thigh was suddenly hit, followed by a sharp pain like tearing.

A war horse of about half a ton stepped on Sack in fright. This hoof went down, and the scar-faced man's leg was directly trampled on.

In severe pain, Zac had to hold his thigh and scream. He raised his head and looked around, only to see that his war horse was not far away, bleeding all over the ground.

In the blink of an eye, half of the elite heavy cavalry that followed the attack fell.

A knight was hacked to death, and the body fell from the saddle. But one of his feet was still in the stirrups. The war horse dragged the corpse of its master and ran a few steps in the dark night in a daze.

As for the rookie light rider just now, I don't know where to rush.

The battle on the battlefield was in full swing, and Sack knew that he could not miss the opportunity, gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, dragging his broken leg to lead the horse. He dismantled the dead knight's corpse and even identified the other man.

"It's a pity, this guy's beautiful wife is going to be widowed. The woman is usually holy like a saint, and I don't know who she wants to cheapen. Sack spat on it, got on his horse in pain, and fled quickly.

Today's sortie was really bad. The hoplites in Coldwind City are quite tenacious, and the light cavalry's ability to handle fighters is a bit unexpected.

The scar-faced Sark shook the reins, thinking about going back and immediately admonishing the city lord - it is better not to take the initiative in this dark night, it is better to stick to the village.

The horses ran but didn't take a few steps. An arrow shot out of the darkness and hit Zac in the back. Sharp arrows even pierced his armor and pierced his heart.

Scarface, who had just mounted his horse, fell down again, plopping down.

In the darkness, the half-elf archer of the Coldwind City Hunting Team raised the longbow in his hand and boasted to Adrian, "See? This is real archery. ”

Adrian looked at the portable light crossbow in his hand with an effective range of only about ten meters, and sighed, "When will the light crossbow be able to shoot a hundred meters away." ”