"Can't drag it out any longer, herald, tell our men to stop shooting first, and each of us fill our crossbow with arrows, and I'll count to three in a moment, and then give up the tower shield and break out!" Cain ordered the herald loudly, and then took the lead in reloading his crossbow machine with good bolts. This is something that can't be helped, the current tower shield is too heavy, it will only become a drag on them, there are more and more British troops outside, if they don't hurry up and rush out now, they will be slowly worn to death by more and more enemy troops.

"God, are we really here to help?" said the herald in a daze when he heard Cain's crazy plan.

"Listen, if you want to live, do as I say, stay here and we'll all die. Cain inserted the well-wound ten-*character* crossbow on both sides of the horse's neck, and then patted the herald on the shoulder and said, "Alive, we are the reinforcements, and if we are dead, we are the drag of France, go, quick!"

The herald nodded, and then rode a horse to relay the message.

When he came to Cain's side again, the Knights of the Guards were ready to rush out.

"Target, southeast, where the enemy is least numerous, warriors of the Knights, charge for your lives and honor!"

Cain roared, and the hedgehog-like tower shield camp suddenly opened, and more than 4,000 guard knights controlled the war horses under their crotches to move at full speed towards the southeast. At the same time, they raised the ten-character crossbows in their hands one after another, and in the dense firing sound, thousands of crossbow arrows pierced into the camp of the British army.

The attack range of the ten*figure* crossbow is much smaller than that of the English longbow, but the lethality at close range is still terrifying for these lightly armored longbowmen, and under the sudden attack, a huge gap appeared in the British camp in the southeast.

"Hurry up, hurry, rush over!" Seeing that his plan was working, Caine suddenly yelled excitedly.

Arrows flew past them, and from time to time someone fell from their horses, and in such a situation, even the Knights of the Guards, as a model of "chivalry", would not come to the rescue of their fallen comrades, but could only watch those unfortunate people die under the iron hooves of their horses.

Although the knights were covered with sturdy plate armor, the power of the horses was terrifying, and even steel would succumb to them. Even if it could withstand one or two tramplings, the plate armor was gradually flattened under the hundreds of horses' hooves, and blood and flesh were squeezed out of the cracks in the plate armor, and it flowed on the ground shockingly, showing a distinct color from the ground that was overturned by the horses' hooves......

Caine threw his head down and rushed forward desperately, gritting his teeth not to listen to the screams coming from behind him, this was the second time he had experienced such a humiliating situation since he had been named the chief knight of the guard, and this time it was far more painful than the first.

A distance of several hundred meters was instantaneous under the extreme speed of the war horse, and seeing that he was about to reach the fragile defense line of the British army, Cain suddenly pulled out his sword from his waist and shouted: "Brothers, for your life, charge with me!"

Faced with the hope of life, the elite of these empires erupted in a roar like never before, howling and rushing towards the weakened defenses, waving their sparkling blades in their hands.

At this moment, some kind of piercing whistling sound suddenly sounded in the clear sky, and on the ground covered by sunlight, a few shadows moved extremely fast and magnified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The shadows were the size of a fist at first, barely perceptible on the ground, but in the blink of an eye, the spots expanded to the size of a wine barrel, and the shrill whistling made everyone's scalps tingle!

"Get out of the way!" Caine had time to shout before a violent bombardment rang out from all around, and boulders the size of millstones tumbled down from the sky, crushing everything in their path into a pulp...... Being hit head-on by such a boulder, you will not even feel the pain when you die, because everything you have is crushed, both physically and soulfully.

"Oh my God......" Cain looked painfully at the tumbling boulder behind him, his eyes red from bloodshot, and every bombardment that hit the chaotic ground seemed to hit the bottom of his heart.

He was lucky enough to avoid every boulder that fell from the sky, but not his men, some of whom were smashed directly into the ground along with the horses beneath him, leaving blood-colored pits, while others were swept away by the tumbling boulders and fell to the ground wailing weakly......

Originally, they chose to charge in this direction in order to survive, but now the result is beyond everyone's expectations, if I have to describe it, they are like a pack of frightened wild boars, surrounded by hunters, crashing into the most dangerous cage.

"No wonder the defense line in this direction is so loose, you have already made this idea......" Cain rode on a galloping warhorse, the rattle of teeth rattling through the inside of the visor.

He hated himself for making the wrong decision, and he hated these damn Brits.

The fellows hid out of the trebuchet's landing point, and the three-meter-long axe spear in their hands stared at the living knights of the guard, the sharp tips of which reflected the sun's rays, looking glaring and terrifying.

But Cain was no longer afraid, as the head of the Knights of the Guards, the only thing he had feared was watching his companions die one by one on the battlefield one day, and he could not do anything about it...... For countless nights, he woke up from such a dream, covered in cold sweat, but when it really came to this day, there was no place for fear in his heart.

Anger and hatred, these two extreme emotions filled Cain's heart, and if it weren't for the neighing of the war horse under his crotch, he would almost have rushed straight over.

He pulled the reins suddenly, and the galloping war horse stood up in an instant, and the hind hooves of the war horse sank into the ground, plowing two deep marks on the ground. Behind him, the knights, who had escaped the boulder's attack, reined in one after another, gradually leaning closer together and regrouping. After a series of blows, there were only more than 3,000 knights left, each of them with red eyes, and the horses under their crotches were uneasily scraping the ground with their front hooves......

Cain turned around, slowly unloaded his helmet, and glanced at every familiar face: "We may not be able to rush out today, this is my mistake, do you hate me?"

No one answered, everyone looked at him silently and said nothing.

"It's okay to hate me, because you're going to hate me even more!" Cain said suddenly in a loud voice, his rough voice spreading across the battlefield, "Answer me, who are we?"

"Knights of the Guard!" all suddenly said in unison, as if they had been inspected by a king.

"What is the purpose of our existence?" Cain shouted, louder than before.

"Defend Versailles!

"Good. Cain nodded in satisfaction, "The time has come to fulfill our promise, we once swore with our lives, so now we will practice with our lives...... So, are you ready to die for her?"

"Commander Cain, if you were mobilized before the war, you would be too verbose now. Beside Cain, someone suddenly smiled and said, although he smiled, his eyes were already moist red, "Everyone has been preparing for this day for a long time, regimental commander, give orders." ”

"Yes, Captain, when did you become such a mother-in-law...... someone chimed in, also cynical.

The otherwise quiet team gradually became active, but it was not chaotic, and everyone responded in their own way, not like they were going to die, but like they were going to have fun.

"What a bunch of bastards. Cain also smiled, and then put on his helmet again, "I see your attitude, as for whether it is true, tell me with your own sword! We are the pride of France, the knights of the Guards who guard the royal city, and if we are destined to die today, we will also die in the way of the charge!"

As he spoke, he jerked up his sword, and the rest of the Order responded with their weapons raised above their heads.

The blazing sun shone on each of them, and the armor on them glistened in the sun.

One last glance at the guys behind him, and after turning around, Cain's eyes were already filled with cold madness: "Fight for your country with your lives, Knights of the Guards, charge!"

"Charge!" more than 3,000 people roared, suddenly urging the war horses under their crotches. The last charge was for survival, this time the charge was for death, and after looking down on life, these guys completely released themselves, and the momentum that erupted was actually stronger than before!

Like a sharp knife, the Knights of the Guards quickly rushed towards the blockaded enemy group, and the British troops on the opposite side shouted and pointed their axes and guns in front of them. The three-meter-long axe spear formed a dense steel thorn, and they said that the tail of the axe spear was pressed against the ground behind them, as a way to counter the impact of the horse.

Cain roared and rushed into the camp of the British, he precisely steered his horse, squeezed through the gap between the axes and guns, and then swung his sword left and right. Blood burst from the blade and splattered his armor, plastering the silver armor with a brilliant red......

The two horses collided together, and the horses that were stabbed by axes and guns neighed to the ground, and under the huge inertia, the horses and the knights on the horses hit the British camp like rolling stones. The knights in the rear burst through the gap left by their predecessors, charging forward while fighting against the axes and spears stabbing from the left and right.

In such an impact, even if they were wrapped in fine plate armor, they could not withstand the sharp edges of the axes and spears.

The blood of the two centaurs was intertwined, silently staining the dirt under their feet red, and everyone went crazy and brandished their weapons in general, either killing the enemy or being killed by the enemy. This place is like a huge meat grinder, smashing all the living things in it, the impact of the knights was dragged down by the tragic battlefield, and the surrounding British troops gradually moved closer to this side, they were destined to not get out......

"Blessed by my lord, victory will surely belong to France!"