Stannis stopped him, "Brother Charlie, you don't seem to be taken very seriously by your eldest cousin, have you ever considered changing jobs?"

Charlie didn't say anything in the face of this blatant poaching, but being able to harass a little enemy morale before the war was what Stannis wanted.

Watching the negotiating envoy of the other side leave again with the white flag on his shoulder, Stannis took a deep breath, and the wave of enemy attacks would soon begin.

"Cortana, hasn't your grandfather come back yet?"

Old man Romon has been on his journey for three days in absolute secrecy, but there is still no news back.

Cortana shook her head worriedly, and Stannis knew that this was the answer, because the old man had told him to keep it a secret and that he was disturbed by the fact that he had a traitor.

"Well, then we can only hope that they have received the news and are ready, let it all start now!"

After Charles returned to the Southern Coalition formation, a loud horn sounded throughout the battlefield, and the enemy attacked as Stannis had expected.

And the order of the next battle was the same as Stannis thought, and the three rows of archers at the front of the Southern Coalition began to step forward in unison, ready to fire a few rounds to weaken their own combat power.

They didn't even know that Zivinie's archers had already switched to a 180-pound bow with a limit range of 500 meters, and they originally wanted to go to the best distance of 200 meters to shoot at Evelyn's army, but they were hit by a hail of arrows from 400 meters away, and suffered heavy losses, because the archers were a kind of dispensable auxiliaries in the eyes of the Tanis nobles, so they were poorly equipped, and they were either killed or injured as long as they were hit by arrows as powerful as javelins, and soon the archers in the south fell into chaos and then dispersed。

But the escaped archers did not end much better than their fallen companions, and at this time the impatient knights in the rear had already launched an unrestrained charge, and they led their servants to charge in a wedge-shaped formation, and most of the archers who retreated from the front were trampled into the mud by the horses' hooves before they could dodge, and these noble lords really did not care about the lives of their men.

Even if hundreds of cavalry charges look very imposing, let alone the formation of 1,500 cavalry charges, these decisive troops with men and horses like iron towers are monsters in the eyes of ordinary people.

Historically, few infantry have remained unfaltered in the face of a dense charge, and fear was often the greatest weapon with which cavalry tore apart the infantry phalanx.

Stannis had already sensed the instinctive fear of most of his men, and although there were still 500 meters between the two sides, an earthquake was already felt in the distance.

"Everybody hold on, we can win!"

Despite Cortana's resistance, Stannis dismounted and went to the front of the army himself, so that everyone could see him, knowing that even the lords would always fight alongside them.

Stannis's move gave the morale of Zivinie's army to be enormous, and the archers, whose morale had been shaken, were reinvigorated under the leadership of their respective commanders, and after the cavalry crossed the 300-meter shooting scale, the archers began to fire round after round of volleys.

The sea of bows and arrows that covered the sky fell on the heads of the heavy cavalry in unison, but did not cause as much damage as Stannis had hoped, and although the knights' shields were full of arrows, they caused very few casualties, and even if some of the arrows fell on the armor, they were bounced off by the smooth armor.

Sure enough, in the face of well-armored armor, even a large weight of bows and arrows could not cause powerful casualties.

After the enemy had already rushed past the 200-meter gauge, Stannis found that the number of people shot off his horse was only in the tens digits.

However, he did not panic, and the historical Battle of Agincourt was not won with bows and arrows, and most of the role of the rain of arrows was to break up the opponent's formation.

Sure enough, just as he thought, the cavalry's tight formation was loosened by dodging bows and arrows, and at the same time, the muddy ground and horse rejection stakes in front of the formation came into play, stopping their iron hooves from advancing.

With less than 100 meters to go, the longbowmen abandoned their projectiles and opted for direct fire, their precision shots often penetrating through gaps in their armor, where they could inflict considerable damage.

As the horses were wounded by arrows, the cavalry either actively or passively jumped from their horses to avoid the arrows, and they had lost their greatest weapons, shock power and horses, and now they were no different from elite hoplites.

Now they were buried in the mud in front of the stakes in what looked like heavy armor, and if the war had been the case in history, they would soon have been exhausted by the mud and lay on the ground like lambs to the slaughter.

Stannis was already starting to laugh smugly, and it seemed that the knights were playing the harlequin side of the classic battle example, "Haha, the longbowmen are ready to take the prisoners with me immediately!"

But instead of the victory that the lord had hoped for his men, more people's faces darkened with fear.

"What's going on......" Stannis turned around in a strange way, only to find an incredible scene, the knights who were supposed to be stuck in the mud and couldn't move, not only did they show no signs of struggling, but they even walked like flying on the mud ground, and several brave knights had already begun to move the horse rejection stakes!

"Isn't this a routine! Aren't they supposed to roll in the mud!" Stannis is going crazy, who can tell him why the knights of the Western Continent are running more happily than rabbits in iron shells, and the people here are all hormones before going to war!

But Korodov, who was on the side, said to Stannis in a serious tone: "My lord, do you want to use the mud to trap the knights and then use their exhaustion to defeat them?"

"That's right!" Stannis didn't expect the stupid knight chief to know his tactics.

"This trick was used in the Battle of Cressy a hundred years ago, do you think it will still work?"

"What, you have Cressy on your side, too!" Stannis couldn't think about it so much, "then who will explain to me why a dismounted knight is more agile than a horse!"

At this time, it was time for little Nakop, and she raised her finger and said, "Since the war, the knights have deeply felt their limitations on the battlefield, so they have worked hard to improve their ability to run in the mud, and at the same time use the dwarven design to greatly reduce the weight of their armor, so do you think they can overcome the mud now?"