Sark's gang failed to attack, and had to turn in front of Rulin's spear. Hall and his gang were fifty meters away, ensuring the safety of their companions in front of them.

But in such a situation, a group of light cavalry quickly inserted into the middle of the two groups of men and horses, brandished cavalry knives and walked through in an extremely arrogant manner, killing and wounding more than 20 elite heavy cavalry.

It's not that Hall, who is in charge of protection, doesn't want to save him, and when Sack is about to be amputated, his own dozen centaurs are also threatened - a group of light horsemen flashed out of the darkness with their sabers.

Hall and the others still retained their speed, and as soon as they saw that the enemy appeared, they were ready to attack, so they naturally didn't care about Shack in front. But the light cavalry on the opposite side did not mean to fight hard, and retreated very lightly after turning around.

In less than a minute, the two light cavalry completed a perfect coordination in the dark night.

As a result, Sack's heavy cavalry was routed, and Sack himself was shot in the vest by an arrow from his opponent in front of Hale, and he fell off his horse.

The routed heavy cavalry lost its formation and ran in all directions.

Hall had to protect his men and flee back to the nameless village. When he saw his own city lord, he had to kneel on the ground, shook his head with a gloomy face, and said, "Your Excellency, we failed to defeat the enemy. Sack also died. ”

Kyle. Horton didn't have time to pay attention to Sark's death, he hated staring at the darkness outside the village, and his mind was in turmoil.

Because in a moment, the snare drums outside the village became louder and louder, accompanied by the sound of sonorous footsteps.

Infantry, by listening to the voice, knew that it was at least hundreds of hoplites.

Noble lords who have a little money will not choose to be an infantryman. They like to ride high on horses, which is both majestic and handsome, and their combat effectiveness is stronger.

If that nobleman could only stand on the ground and fight people, he would be laughed to death.

But now, Kyle. Horton doesn't know if he should regret it?

Victor. Hugo is obviously a wolf, and the nobles of the Northland call him 'the monster of the Black Forest', but they look down on people in their hearts, why do they treat him as a fat sheep?

Kyle. Horton felt that he should have been preparing for war in the past few months, but the purpose of preparing for war was obviously wrong. This shouldn't be thinking about going to Cold Wind City to take advantage at all, because you have to prevent the other party from killing you.

But now it's wrong, and I can't help it.

The area of the small village in the field is not large, the houses that can be demolished have been demolished, and the fortifications that can be built have also been built. More than two hundred noble knights from Broken Bridge City are in place, waiting for their opponents to come up and fight.

"Next the enemy should be on the infantry, and there should be quite a few of them. But we can blast them with fireballs first. ”

His Excellency gritted his teeth and gave an order to the wizard accompanying the army. He also rubbed the ring on his finger, thinking that he would have to give his opponent some tricks later.

A dozen wizards and priests in the army nodded, they were ready for all kinds of buffs and magic spells, as well as all kinds of lethal magic, just waiting for the enemy to send them to their deaths.

For example, 'Stone Wall', 'Greasy', 'Slow', whether it's cavalry or infantry, the caster always has a variety of ways to deal with it.

The footsteps of the queue outside the village are getting closer and louder. Naturally, the atmosphere on the battlefield became more and more tense. The wizards pulled several powerful scrolls out of their pockets, ready to cast spells.

A loud and hoarse command came from the dark wind, "All of you, stand upright, all of you." The grenadiers came out of the ranks, ready to throw fiery glue. ”

The neat pause stopped about fifty meters away, which was not far or close. Bows and arrows can reach, but they are not powerful enough, and they are not allowed in the dark. The caster has no advantage at this distance.

Outside the village, all three infantry battalions of Coldwind City appeared. Dense spears were pointed in the direction of the village. The heavily armored and heavily helmeted soldiers breathed heavily, staring at the campfires in the villages not far away.

Under the light of the fire, you can see the fortifications hastily built with rotten wooden planks as the main material, and the burly and tall enemy knight lord behind the fortifications.

Those are ordinary aristocrats. When the common people saw them, they had to retreat to the side of the road and bow their heads in respect. Otherwise, if there is a slight mistake or omission, you will be blamed at every turn.

Now, the nobles hide in the village, staring with indescribable gaze at the big soldiers who challenge their authority, status, and even their lives.

They are all big-headed soldiers with mud legs. What are they holding in their hands? The cheapest spear only.

What is a rebellion?

That's it!

In the face of life and death, all beings are equal. There is no difference between the noble and the lowly.

"Soldiers." A clear voice sounded in the darkness, "I'm Victor. Hugo. I want you to remember this moment, this is your first battle, and it will be a battle that will go down in history.

When you are old one day, you can tell your children and grandchildren about tonight's war. Tell them that you once followed a great commander in your assault on the corrupt and shameful so-called aristocracy. ”

With these words, a dozen large boxes were brought from the carriage in the rear. The boxes were carried by stout orcs, who opened them behind a line of pikemen and removed the fired clay vases from the densely stuffed hay.

The orcs first carefully opened the seal of the vase, put on a strip of ignition cloth and lit it. The strip of cloth that acts as a fuse is on fire in the night wind, like an oil lamp.

After everything was ready, under the command of a special grenadier officer, the orcs, who were far more powerful than ordinary people, threw the clay vase that was lit in their hands.

These 2.0 versions of the 'Fiery Gel' have shown their power when attacking the halls of Winter. It's not safe enough, but it's cheap enough. Zhou Qingfeng, who owned a wood retort kiln, ordered the mass production and stockpiling of such weapons.

Throwing a half-kilogram clay vase fifty meters, which is a breeze for an orc. A squad of orc grenadiers threw twelve of them, and the flaming flaming cloth made a bright trajectory in the air, whirring and falling.

The knight lord guarding the village was still waiting for the opponent's infantry or cavalry to rush up directly to die, and the wizard who accompanied the army also thought of playing a barbecue with fireball skills or something.

Unexpectedly, the enemy on the opposite side was far more ruthless than ordinary opponents in playing with fire.

Whatever the flying point of fire is, Kyle. Horton always felt threatened, and subconsciously ordered the archer behind him, "Shoot those things." ”

The archers of Broken Bridge City were also unequivocal, shooting a wave of arrows in a row. They shot quite accurately, hitting three lit clay bottles in the dark night.

The clay bottle that was hit immediately shattered, and the wood tar contained in it suddenly scattered. Some of them shattered and fell into the open space outside the village, causing a burst of fire. Other clay bottles fell into the village, as if sprinkled with a wave of tar droplets.

As for the clay vases that were not shot, they were still centered on the nameless village, burning dazzling fires.

After only such a wave, the knights and lords rose with infinite fear, and they knew that they could not hold it - more than two hundred people were crowded into a small village, and it was better to call it a dense force, but if it was not good, everyone was a roast pig together.

The speed of the clay vase was very fast, and the orc grenadiers on the opposite side riveted their strength, and they shook one hand, and then another one.

The whirring clay vase is constantly going up to the sky, and at first it is necessary to stuff the fire cloth strip and light it, and then it is directly thrown away.

Because there is already fire everywhere in the village, there is no worry about landing on the ground.

As soon as the fire raged, chaos began to spread in the besieged village. The knights subconsciously gathered in the direction of their own city lords, hoping to get some shelter or listen to an idea.

But everyone soon understood a truth - get together to find death? Disperse!

The fire point kept falling, and the more than two hundred nobles all looked up, hoping to estimate the landing point to avoid it. If it's a face-to-face knife fight, they can still hold on. But now no one is willing to stand still and wait for the fire to burn.

Kyle. Halton's squire raised his head and grabbed his shield to help his lord block the overhead. He himself opened his mouth, completely unsure of what to command.

The wizards and priests of the army made all kinds of battle assumptions, and they did not expect that they would encounter such endless clay bottles flying from the sky.

What now?

Kyle. Horton was also anxious, and shouted to his subordinates: "Get on the horse and assault outward." We are noble people, and we cannot flee without a fight, let alone endure such a humiliating death. ”