As soon as the men on Wren's side left the city, the sentries sent by Luos sounded a warning, and the long sound of the horn gave the knights in the camp enough time to arm themselves. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

By the time both sides could see with the naked eye that there was a mole on each other's face, it was already forty or fifty minutes later.

Luos looked at the rabble, and even if he was cautious, he couldn't help but show a look of contempt. The group of peasants, who were not even as good as apprentices, rode all kinds of unarmored horses, and huddled together. The untouchables, who did not even have metal armor, stood in a ball without rules with weapons in their hands and simple planks tied to their chests as if they were armor. In the face of such an enemy, Luos really felt that there was no need for five hundred knights at all, and three hundred knights were enough to completely annihilate them in the wild.

"Baron Wren is a fool who has given up his greatest advantage and has chosen the most unsuitable way of war to prove his stupid courage. I respect his courage, but laugh at his stupidity. Luos's tense heartstrings were completely relaxed the moment he saw these people.

Before that, he was still thinking about how to use cavalry to attack a military fortress with limited numbers, a single army, and a lack of logistical support, but now there is no need to worry about this, the city lord named Wren took the initiative to solve this problem for him.

Luos patted the shoulder of the little knight beside him, "Ready, I'll see you later, give them a head-on blow, and tell that guy from the imperial capital that this is Bell, and he should learn to respect." ”

The little knight nodded, and turned over on a strong war horse, which was moving its hooves back and forth a little restlessly, full of strangeness to this new master.

The knights of more than four hundred people quickly formed a triangular array under the leadership of the small knight, and they all armed with spears at this time, and the small knight showed a cruel sneer in the face of the dense team of more than two thousand people on the other side. He wants to avenge his wildebeest, and he wants to wash away the shame that was shot at him with the blood of his enemies. He grabbed the visor hard and pulled it down, clamping his legs so hard that the mount, which was not yet familiar with the sitting, shook for a moment before it began to accelerate.

He lowered his figure, his whole body was almost prostrate on horseback, the tip of the flat spear was slightly downward, and he roared through the sky above the battlefield, "Chisel through!"

The pressure caused by the rush of more than four hundred knights made the rabble on the opposite side become slightly panicked, and behind the cover of their faces, the small knight showed a knowing smile. At this time, he no longer considered using swear words to vent the anger and strength in his heart, but chose to smile. A smile of pity for the enemy, this is the demeanor of a victor.

Blair swung his sword twice, and the knights behind him had no experience in large-scale legion combat, so his performance should play a key role like the Dinghai Divine Needle. He took a deep breath and shook the reins hard, and the horse stepped out of the string, followed by the knights behind him.

Looking down at the ground from the air, a standard arrow collided with a dark cloud, and in an instant, the man turned on his back. The knight's charge is far from being as romantic as imagined, and the seven in and seven out are just artistic exaggerations after all. Think about it, more than 700 motorcycles with speeds of more than 50 per hour on both sides colliding together, what kind of scene is that? In any case, there can be no real chisel penetration.

The role of courage and morale in war is much higher than the command art of war, especially in the era of cold weapons. The fact that 2,000 people can attack the city and survive 300 in the end has even the slightest relationship with the ability to command and command?

If Blair hesitates in the middle of the attack, even if he deviates slightly, the knights behind him will give up their belief in victory, and they will begin to return from collective action to individual thinking, and they will avoid the opposite edge. The knights dodged, and the infantry behind them naturally lost their courage because of this, and they also dodged, which caused a gouge penetration. Without Zhao Zilong, who killed more than a dozen generals in a row, why did those people let him eat and gallop?

The two groups converged, and Blair swung his long spear at the first moment, and the war horse under his seat and the little knight's war horse collided fiercely. The two horses fell to the ground with a scream almost at the same time, and the powerful force of the collision destroyed their necks almost instantly.

Blair did not evade, nor did the knights of Ortrenburg, and the whole situation of the war suddenly changed unexpectedly. The knights of the Pol family did not complete the "chiseling" instructed by the little knight, they crashed into the iron wall, and at the moment of contact between the two sides, nearly 100 people on both sides were knocked off their horses by the other party. Someone was in good health, reacted quickly, and dodged the war horses that could not be avoided behind. Some people were so dizzy from the impact that they couldn't even get up, and their heads were crushed by the horse's hooves.

At the first moment of contact between the two sides, they were glued together.

The cavalry lost its ability to maneuver, and it may not be able to be superior to the infantry, and the two sides did not give way to a single step of the collision, so that the war changed from cavalry to rabble, to infantry to rabble.

There is no chivalry on the battlefield, and all knight instructors will not teach such a thing with a long skull. The ultimate purpose of war is to serve politics, and this process is called killing. For the sake of killing, pure killing, there is no one-on-one. The advantage of numbers is vividly reflected at this moment!

In the face of these knights who took the initiative to dismount, they were often greeted with several weapons, and if they blocked one long sword, another long sword would stab at them. The knight's full-body armor protects most parts of their body, but there are always some joints that are not so tightly designed.

From the beginning, it was not a reciprocal war.

Luos underestimated the courage and desire of these peasants and untouchables to win.

He also ignored the true combat power of his own five hundred knights.

They can play two or three at a time, but the battlefield is never a simple arithmetic problem.

Luos's face grew darker and darker, and then whiter. There was barely a trace of blood on the knuckles of his fingers gripping the hilt of his sword, and his clenched teeth caused his uncared gums to begin to bleed.

"My lord, do you want them to come back?", Luos's lieutenant asked cautiously.

Luos glared at him viciously, "Are you on the first day of battle?", he took a deep breath as he spoke, forcing himself to calm down, "Retreating now can only make those untouchables who follow behind happy to kill our warriors, since their fate is already doomed, let's consume more of these untouchables." Master Teman will avenge them, when I come here next time. ”

Seeing that Wu was crushing the less and less resistance and struggle in the crowd, Luos turned the horse's head and whipped the horse's ass. The war horse galloped wildly with its hooves in pain. Now, Luos's only thought is to get out of here first, and then come here with more people and a more advantageous mixed army to take revenge and wash away his shame.

On the battlefield, all revolts were suppressed, and only the little knight was left alone. He clutched a two-handed broadsword as wide as a door panel in his hand, and his body trembled constantly. With every breath, my chest hurts hotly. His breastplate had already broken three holes, and blood was spilling from it, and it was already beginning to oxidize and blacken. His eyes are like that of a wounded lone wolf, facing despair.

Around him, the Ortlenburgers besieged a circle, and they had already paid more than a dozen lives in the face of this knight of extraordinary combat power. Reality tells them that in the face of a knight of this strength, they can only hand him over to Blair, unless they are willing to pay for greater casualties.

Blair was covered in mud and dust, and the strength of the little knight was beyond his calculations. In the battle under the city gate, the two sides did not have a deep confrontation, and this was the first real confrontation between them.

"Surrender and face reality like a true warrior. The sound of the fire on Blair's longsword was three points stronger, in stark contrast to the dim yellow halo on the little knight's two-handed broadsword. Blair glanced at the high ground in the distance, and sneered shamelessly: "Even Luos has run away, what are you still clinging to? You are dead, but it is just a trivial pension in the eyes of the Pol family, only by living, can you have glory and dreams." ”

"Your mouth is as annoying as your sword. The helmet of the little knight had long been swept away by Blair's sword, and he spat and made a pit in the ground. "The glory of the Pol family is not something I can tarnish, only the Westerners who died in battle, and there are no Westerners who are on their knees and stealing their lives!"

Blair didn't say much, a sword was slashed, and the moment the little knight raised his two-handed sword to block, several long swords were inserted from the gap in his side armor.

The little knight opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he mustered all the strength of his body, swung Blair's longsword, staggered a few steps, steadied his body with difficulty, and thrust his two-handed broadsword into the dirt in front of him. He clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, allowing himself to stand proudly, and his fierce and sharp eyes gradually dimmed.

Blair put away his sword, and the entire battlefield was silent.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

Ortrenburg came to his senses.

We won?

We defeated the knights of the Boer family?

The Ball family, who are deeply entrenched and have great prestige in Bell?

On the corpses that had fallen to the ground, on the land that was red with rivers of blood, cheers rang out in the sky.

In the distance, Luos looked gloomily at the smiling female swordsman in the official road, and a thick layer of hoarfrost condensed on her long sword.