A short trumpet sounded inside Lynn's camp.

The longbowmen on the watchtower, without hesitation, pulled the bowstring and took the lead in firing fiercely at the advancing enemy Chinese army.

The arrows they shoot will give the main force of the next archer regiment and guide the direction of the enemy's main force.

A pleasant sound of bowstrings tightening was heard.

The sky suddenly darkened.

The sunlight was blocked by a dense array of arrows, and countless feathered arrows flew into the air in a volley, drawing a high arc, and then began to fall rapidly.

A shield-wielding Bolton moved a wooden shield from front of him to the top of his head, and soon a crossbow bolt had dug deep into the plank above his head.

The bolt stabbed into the wooden shield, and the shaft trembled.

The man was rejoicing when another dense burst of arrows burst through the air, and the arrows became even tighter, covering the entire area above his head.

The arrows that mercilessly enveloped him, a desperate rain of arrows, he raised his head, his footsteps slowly stopped, and he stared at the countless falling arrows above his head.

"Whoosh-"

"Poof!"

The oak shield couldn't completely cover his body.

The shield soldier fell straight down, his eyes drifting apart, and he quickly threw himself into the arms of death.

"Ready!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

The longbow regiments in the position were constantly drawing their bows and shooting arrows, and their shots were in a uniform volley, and each rain of arrows would make a group of enemies feel hopeless.

The main force of nearly 10,000 skinning infantry that advanced forward suffered a head-on attack at this moment.

The range of a longbowman is much higher than that of a normal crossbowman.

This is a headache for the army of skinners.

I can only hope that the crossbowmen in my own formation, with their feet faster, can quickly reach the designated position in order to organize an effective counterattack.

Moreover, the longbowmen on the watchtower specially selected those Bolton soldiers who wore short crossbows and shot them.

Just hold off the enemy infantry and hold them back for a moment.

If they can't be reinforced as soon as possible, and wait for the heavy infantry regiment to eat the enemy's heavy cavalry regiment, then the frontal battlefield will be the world of the heavy cavalry that Lynn will send next.

The heavy cavalry regiment, as the real protagonist of this battle, was temporarily reorganized into five cavalry battalions of 1,000 men.

"Order Stam to lead the first battalion of the heavy cavalry regiment to launch a frontal counterattack! Encircle and suppress the enemy heavy cavalry in front!"

"The second and third battalions of the heavy cavalry! Immediately start from the flanks! Heralds, I can convey my meaning more precisely...... I don't want any of the enemy's armour-piercing crossbowmen to arrive in front of the formation, and this order is also conveyed to Jimenez, so that the longbowmen can cooperate with them properly!"

"Yes, sir!"

A herald bowed down to take the order, and Lynn's face did not change and he still gave the next battle order in an orderly manner.

"Order the 4th Battalion of the Heavy Armored Cavalry Regiment to launch an attack on the White Harbor Cavalry Regiment on the right!"

"The cavalry positions of the fifth battalion are on standby!"

After Lynn finished speaking, he pondered for a moment, and then said, "Besides...... Send out the sentinel cavalry and inform the light cavalry regiment on the north side to prepare to disperse and intercept the rout. ”

The heralds under the tower received the latest orders from the lord on the tower, and scattered around the camp.

When Lynn's barrage of orders was issued.

The morale of the sergeants in the army was extremely high, as these orders foreshadowed their imminent victory in the battle, and the confidence of the lord soon spread throughout the army.

The White Harbor soldiers sent by the Mandalay family were now attacking the east with the Skinners.

Sir Marlon Mandalay, commander of the White Harbor garrison, stood on a slightly higher dirt slope with Willis Mandalay's warhorse.

At this moment, his eyelids opened and closed up and down, constantly beating.

It's too far away to see what's going on at the front of the battlefield.

All he knew was that the heavy cavalry of the Skinners had taken the lead in Lynn's camp.

The shouts and roars there were so terrible that people felt their scalps tingle.

It is obvious that the heavy cavalry of the Skinners did not break through Lynn's forward defense at the first time, but at the front of the battlefield, and the two sides were strangled together.

This is not a good sign.

"Whew!"

A strong wind blew from afar, and a cloud of dust fell on Marlon Mandalay's head, and he turned his head to see a group of dark shadows rushing out from both sides of the eastern forest, and some of them began to charge towards the front army of skinners.

Two more slowly moved to both sides of the frontal battlefield.

Another group seems to be heading in their own direction.

It was Lynn's heavy cavalry regiments, each of which was a cavalry regiment numbering hundreds or thousands.

There are many spears and armor.

It was only at this time that Willis Mandalay, the owner of White Harbor New Town, who was next to Marlon Mandalay, realized that Lynn's war horse was not buried, and everything was Lynn's conspiracy.

The heavy armored cavalry that suddenly burst out of the dense forest made a shocking appearance at this moment.

Let the people who found them, whether it was the skinners or the people of White Harbor, feel a burst of heartbeat.

"That's the heavy cavalry! Lynn's heavy cavalry has been hiding in the woods......"

Frightened, Willis Mandalay felt his big tongue as he spoke, and he quickly tilted his body to the side and moved it to the middle of the saddle to prevent his fat body from falling off his horse.

He shrunk his face behind the shields of the two squire knights in front of him, as if he could avoid the heavy cavalry locking his gaze.

Marlon Mandalay, the commander of the White Harbor garrison, watched the heavy cavalry come out of the woods, and now they had begun to slowly speed up.

He shouted to the White Harbor garrison beside him, "Prepare for defense, that cavalry is coming at us." ”

The sound of heavy horses' hooves on the ground was loud, which indicated that the other side was rushing up with heavy cavalry, and if they did not quickly set up their military formation and let the spearmen come forward, those heavy cavalry covered in iron would trample the white harbor soldiers here into flesh.

Willis Mandalay's pupils dilated, and there was a trilling voice in his voice, "We should get out of here now." ”

"By the way, what about our cavalry!? Let the cavalry come forward and stop it. ”

Marlon Mandalay also felt a little strange when he heard this, and the White Harbor cavalry, led by Sir Wendell Mandalay, had disappeared.

If there is no cavalry to come forward to block the attack, then they must form a defensive formation to block the attack, otherwise when those heavy cavalry press over, they will die an ugly death.

"Get out of here, quick! I'm going to get out of here!"

"Marlon Mandalay, you're stopping them here!"

Willis Mandalay shouted with a tremolo in his voice, and then pulled the reins with all his might, turning the direction of the 'White Duke' who had been seated, and staggered into the dirt slope behind him, his legs a little weak and barely able to clamp the horse's belly.

When he heard the hooves of hundreds of heavy horses behind him knock mercilessly against the earth, the faint sound of thunder grew into a deafening rumble.

I knew that the heavy cavalry team had begun to sprint in full force.

Willis Mandalay hurriedly grabbed the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse shook its head and snorted again, let go of its four hooves and began to gallop towards White Harbor City.

Outside the city is a miserable slaughterhouse, he doesn't want to be one of the slaughtered, now he just wants to return to the city and escape!

Why is Lynn's army so strong, is this really the army of the North?

As he ran, he turned his head to pay attention to the situation behind him.

Not far away, on the frontal battlefield, Lynn's heavy cavalry had begun to sweep through the disorganized skinning army that had been beaten by a rain of arrows.

The two thousand-strong heavy cavalry of the second and third battalions were like two staggered torrents at this moment, sweeping the land with an invincible attitude.

Interspersed with vertical and horizontal cavalry, they scrambled to tear open a gap in the various armies of the skinners.

Wherever the torrent swept through, there were all mourning, countless deaths and injuries.

Willis Mandalay, who fled from the wind, felt despair, and Ruce Burton trembled.

The main army was killed and wounded in the rain of arrows just now, before it could fight the enemy head-on.

Looking at Lynn's heavy cavalry regiment, it began to be invincible in the war group.

Ruth Bolton resented in his heart, Willis Mandalay's ancestors for eight generations.

The clenched fist was so hard that the knuckles creaked.

With fierce eyebrows, he raised his shining sword above the top, and shouted hoarsely to the only remaining 500-strong guards cavalry team around him: "My blade is still sharp!

As he roared, the guards heavy cavalry behind him also roared.

Soon the roaring sound was drowned out by the thunderous hooves, and although the shouting continued, the slogan at this time was just to be shouted to himself.

The second battalion of the heavily armored cavalry, which was rampage in the large array, soon spotted another brightly armored cavalry team galloping in the distance.

The 2nd Battalion of Heavy Cavalry had just slowly stopped from the previous charge and began to regroup on the periphery of the battlefield.

Queue up!

Charge and raise your spear again!

Then he began to charge fearlessly towards the Bolton family's Guards heavy cavalry regiment.

When the war horse gallops, there is no way back for the two conveniences!

The heavy cavalry hedge that opened the formation began soon!

War horses are staggered! Figures are staggered!

The terrifying sound of bones breaking, and the terrible neighing of the horses from the impact, turned the entire battlefield into discoloration.

Cavalry against cavalry often formed a melee situation.

When the two cavalry meet, they staggered through each other's ranks, slowing down and engaging the nearest enemy cavalry.

At this time, the rider's control of the horse, as well as the skill of using melee weapons, can determine the outcome of melee combat.

However, if two heavy cavalry are flanked by one heavy cavalry in front and behind, then the outcome is not so unpredictable.

Resounded in the sky with the sound of gold and iron.

A White Harbor cavalry, finding an opportunity, fought their way out of the chaotic battlefield and crashed into the side of the Bolton Family Guards Cavalry Regiment, which had been slowed down by the impact.

Blood splattered, and stumps and severed arms flew in the air.

When the main general has suffered such a tragic end, then no matter how many of his subordinates there are, he will lose faith in victory in an instant.

Little Peel stood on the rampart of the White Harbor Wall, looking at the tragic scene outside the city, his face pale.

Behind him, Sir Wendell Mandalay, surrounded by several squires and knights, was surrounded by the sun on his round face, and his thick brown beard was slightly pryed twice.

Breathed a sigh of relief.

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