Short javelins whistling and tearing through the air.

The powerful armor-piercing javelin equipped by the Xiao Cavalry Regiment was originally a powerful weapon used to deal with strong cavalry, and the cavalry of the Warrior Regiment who were crowded together to kill Zhenghuan only felt that the top of their heads was dark.

Hundreds of short javelins threw a high arc forward, instantly piercing into their cavalry.

"Poof!"

"Oh my God..."

"Ah~"

Four short javelins pierced deep into the bloodied body of a bloodied cavalryman beside Wag Hult.

The horseman's face was full of fear, and before he could scream, he died of rage and fell straight from his horse.

The same scene was constantly played out among the cavalry of the Warrior Regiment, and the sudden injury made the hearts of these cavalrymen who were deeply immersed in the pleasure of killing a slight chill.

The leader of the Warriors, Wag Holt, watched all this angrily, urging his subordinates to step up their defenses, "Damn, don't dwell on this, urge the horses to break away from their formation." ”

"Straighten your spear, and the warriors will push me forward. ”

He shouted as he immediately pulled the reins of his horse, and at this moment he felt a faint uneasiness in his heart.

Don't dare to let your cavalry continue to stalemate.

It's wise to break away from the enemy's formation as quickly as possible, or to quickly break away from the entanglement and launch a second charge.

Wag Hoult had just given the order, and a knight on his left who was holding a long sword in his hand slashed to death a soldier of the Horse Regiment who was entangled with death, and instigated the war horse under his crotch to come to him with difficulty, and shouted to him with a sharp hoarse voice: "Commander, these people are crazy, don't squeeze forward, our war horses can't rush through at all." ”

Wag Hult turned his head to look at the man, and saw that this man was a clown from the Blood Opera Troupe, and his uneasy premonition continued to rise in his mind, and he glanced ahead, and the northern soldiers had not lit a single torch in the dark night.

This made him even look at it with extreme eyes, but only some trance figures with no end in sight.

The darkness of the unknown is always full of variables.

He cursed and yelled, "Holy shit." If you can't rush away, then withdraw and reorganize the charge. ”

However, he had just finished speaking.

The rain of arrows in the sky densely enveloped the positions on the east and west flanks of his cavalry regiment, and Wag Hoult's long-standing fears were finally fulfilled.

Bursts of armor-piercing crossbow bolts fired at the left and right sides of his cavalry regiment from the open field.

The two wings of the cavalry of the Warrior Regiment who were fiercely attacked, in order to avoid the deadly armor-piercing crossbow arrows, the cavalry on both wings subconsciously moved closer to the middle.

However, this sudden move seriously squeezed the small amount of space left in the center of the cavalry formation of the Warrior Regiment.

The gap between the horses under the crotch of the cavalry began to shrink.

Gradually, the cavalry of the Warrior Regiment found that because the distance between their horses was too close, they had lost the space to turn around.

Stand at the top of the dunes.

Duncan's face gradually calmed down, and his eyes began to glow with a fierce light.

Behind him, an infantry regiment consisting of a heavy cavalry regiment and an armored cavalry regiment began to set up a bonfire, took out torches and slowly lit them.

The flames illuminated the pitch-black Gripen Legion position.

Countless torches were raised, and Duncan's resolute cheeks were rendered red.

His knightly sword was raised again, and he shouted angrily and excitedly, "Fight back!"

"Fight back!"

"Fight back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded behind him, and the soldiers of the cavalry regiment with long-handled weapons who had already been ready strode forward, and their mouths were also echoed by shouting counterattacks, and their voices were uniform, piercing the sky.

An infantry contingent of six hundred cavalry formed three platoons.

All of them were holding sharp spears and trotting, and as time went on, they grew faster and wider.

There was infinite killing intent in their eyes, and they gradually approached the edge of the cavalry of the Warrior Regiment that was crowded together at this moment.

The spear in his hand had been lowered horizontally, and Sen Ran's spearhead was aimed forward, straight at the cavalry who were urging the formation to spread outward.

The infantry phalanx composed of heavy cavalry is in front, and the sharp conical cavalry spears in their hands have excellent armor-piercing effects.

Deadly.

Although it was a foot charge, the cavalry captain of the Gripen Legion still shouted one after another when he charged, "Cavalry Regiment, charge!"

"Long live the North!"

"Long live your lord!"

"Kill!"

Poof!

The cone-headed spear easily pierced the abdomen and chest of the stunned cavalry in the front row of the warrior regiment, and the spear easily pierced the enemy's fur.

Stab those unlucky guys who are crowded together and can't dodge into hornet's nests.

One by one, the cavalry sitting on the war horses looked up in horror at the sudden appearance in front of them with a cavalry weapon in their hands, but the legion that charged on foot entered, and the next moment they were stabbed in the heart.

The power of the cavalry spear is immense, even in the attitude of the infantry.

The cavalry of the Warrior Regiment who fell to the ground was staring and convulsing spasmodically, and was later ruthlessly trampled into pulp by the panicked war horses.

This round of counterattack added nearly two hundred casualties to the cavalry of the enemy's Warrior Regiment, but this was not enough to alleviate the hatred of the Gripen soldiers.

The brave soldier quickly pulled out the spear and cavalry spear in the enemy's body, and looked for a killing opportunity again in the chaotic battlefield.

"Kill—"

The infantry stabbed with spears.

The three rows of queues are like a dense forest of spears, although when there is no defense in place, the spearheads are pierced in an endless scale, but they can charge with spears head-on, but they are like a simplified version of the knight charge.

It seems to have sensed the desperate situation of death and lifelessness, even if the fear of his comrades has increased the cowardice in his heart.

Wag Hoult, the leader of the Warriors, had a crazy look of joy on his face at the moment.

He grinned for a while, then ordered the cavalry to stop the move.

"Don't turn around—"

"Lao Tzu grass their ancestors. Fight!"

"Joker. Timon of Dorne. Pug, nicknamed "Piggy". Yigo, a native of Dothraki. Tog Bucks, a native of Iban. "Three-toed", Rolger, fangs. Kill Lao Tzu!"

A heavy smashing sound sounded, and the warrior group began to fight back, and for a while, the two sides launched a desperate fight back and forth.

There are constantly corpses, pierced in the chest, or thrown to the ground.

In this slope area, the corpses under the feet of both sides fell one after another.

The casualties were heavy.

It wasn't until this moment that Duncan was sure that the tactics of the Jedi counterattack would work, at least without worrying that the enemy's cavalry would be able to almost crush the position.

At this moment, Lynn of Ruby Beach slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He could be sure that this group of warrior cavalry from the Demon Mountain Legion was already on the floor where the beasts were still fighting.

However, Lynn finally clearly felt that on this continent, the combat power of these well-known mercenary groups was extraordinary.

Lynn saw with his own eyes that the war horse with the banner of the Warrior Regiment was stabbed by two spears at the same time, and the war horse fell to the ground with a bang, and those soldiers who were probably Wag Hult's own soldiers rushed over like crazy to protect their main general.

At the same time, the members of the blood drama troupe of the surrounding warrior troupe also seemed to know that the head of the troupe had been stabbed, and they all shouted and shouted and held their war horses, and rushed towards the direction where Wag Holt fell to the ground.

And the Gripen Legion's infantry, which had to wear the different armor of the Knights, frantically rushed in that direction.

It doesn't take long for Wag Hult to be finished.