Chapter Ninety-Five: Despair
When the Cossack cavalry attacked from behind, the cavalry of the Duva family were still turning their horses, and because of the dense formation, it was difficult to turn around for a while, and they paid a huge price again for such a hectic situation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
The Cossack cavalry swept past them again like the wind, and although the cavalry on both sides tried their best to resist, the Cossacks attacked the front and rear cavalry separately, and were able to block the first scimitar, but the second scimitar that followed could not dodge in any way. When the Cossack cavalry galloped past them again, there was a puff and two landing sounds, and the outermost two horsemen of the Duva cavalry were once again cut off their horses.
The spectators outside the arena also screamed, which was different from the individual duel just now, this duel can be described as a life-and-death decision, only two rounds of engagement with four cavalrymen killed and fell from their horses, the thrilling scene made the residents of Silverstone City shout and excited.
The captain of the Duva cavalry knew that if this continued, his side would be wiped out under the opponent's play, so he hurriedly ordered the remaining cavalry to be divided into groups, and the three cavalry were separated. Unfortunately, the reality is far more cruel than the captain of the Duwar cavalry imagined.
Cavalry battle has become the instinct of every Cossack cavalry deeply imprinted in every cell of the body, although they have no communication on the horse, subconsciously still keep two by two, but on the way to charge, one of the groups suddenly turned their horses, and joined forces with their companions to charge one of the groups of the Duva cavalry, and the battle situation became three against four horses, and the Cossack cavalry still had the advantage.
The captain of the Duwar cavalry, who had been extremely confident in his grouping response, saw the head of the Cossack cavalry rushing towards him, shook it in front of his eyes, and rushed to another group, and he was shocked: these damned cavalrymen were too cunning.
The besieged three horsemen were also unwilling to raise their swords and rush towards the Cossack cavalry, making up their minds that they would drag their backs even if they died. As the horses on both sides approached rapidly, the cavalrymen saw that their swords were about to cut at the Cossacks, when suddenly their eyes were empty, and the enemy disappeared from front of them.
At this time, the first Cossack cavalry came out from under the belly of the horse, and it turned out that he made a move to hide in the middle of the horse when he was approaching the enemy, and got into the other side of the horse.
The crowd outside the stadium cheered and applauded this wonderful riding skill. The nobles who watched the ceremony looked at each other in shock, speechless, and no one thought that the cavalry of Baron Leo's family would have amazing horsemanship.
"Could it be that these cavalrymen are from the country of knights?" Viscount Rubin touched his chin and was distracted, he had already vaguely learned from official channels that the Imperial Supervision Department was investigating this Baron Leo, so he did not object to and stop the two duels launched by his son and subordinates against Leo.
But I didn't expect that even the cavalry under Leo had such high riding skills, except for the Holy Griffin Empire, which is known as the country of knights, Viscount Rubin couldn't think of any other place on the Alpha Continent that could train cavalry of such quality.
Obviously, there were many nobles present who had such thoughts, and even Viscount Brontë and Baron Duke couldn't help but glance at each other, unable to hide the look of surprise and horror in each other's eyes.
The semi-nomadic and semi-agrarian social structure, the social ethos that valued chivalry, the border with the Orc Empire, and other reasons made the Holy Griffin Empire the strongest military country on the continent. However, due to the fact that the Holy Griffin Empire only believes in the god of knights, it has become a desert of belief for other gods, so it is discriminated against by other countries on the mainland, and it has also made the people of the Holy Griffin Empire develop a proud temperament.
If Leo's cavalry were really from the Holy Griffon Empire, then his strength would be reestimated by all the nobles.
No matter how twisted the minds of the nobles were, the duel on the field naturally continued. Seeing that the Cossack cavalry had made most of his side fall in just three rounds, Baron Duwar was so anxious that he jumped to his feet. These ten cavalrymen were cultivated with all their wealth, and they were seriously damaged in a blink of an eye, and once they lost this challenge, Baron Dewar was afraid that he would really go bankrupt.
"You shit, if you lose this challenge, I'm going to hang you, and your family!" Baron Dewar shouted hysterically, ignoring the strange looks of others.
At this moment, even the chief priest, who was the referee, frowned, and roared angrily in the direction of Baron Dewar: "Shut up, if you dare to interfere with the duel, you will be punished for blasphemy!"
Although the chief priest suppressed the crazy Baron Dewar, the cavalry captain knew that if he lost this duel, not only his own life would be difficult to protect, but even his family would be implicated, and the cavalry captain shouted to the only three remaining cavalrymen around him with a heavy face: "Now the enemy and me are at least one to one, and we still have a chance to show your usual training level, life and death in this move!"
Under the leadership of the captain, the cavalry of the Duwar family knew that they were invincible, but they still raised their weapons and shouted in unison: "Fight!"
The crowd outside the square erupted in loud applause, and everyone applauded the courage and chivalry of these cavalrymen, such a duel represented the Varu's spirit of never admitting defeat, and was more worthy of respect.
Turning the horse's head again, facing the high-spirited Duva cavalry, the Cossack cavalry couldn't help but express their admiration for them, so the Cossack cavalry no longer used the original tactics, but lined up in four rows, facing the Duva cavalry one by one, showing a one-on-one duel posture to show respect for the brave.
Seeing that his opponent was willing to fight him head-on, the captain of the Duwar cavalry couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, raised the sword in his hand, and then swung it forward violently. As if the starting gun was fired, each side found its opponent and charged at the same time on horseback.
The whistling wind, the crisp sound of horses' hooves, the scorching sun, and the waving scimitars, along with the fierce hedge in the square, constitute a poignant and magnificent picture. Whether it is a nobleman or a commoner, they all hold their breath and wait for this thrilling moment with their eyes wide open.
A loud clash of weapons was accompanied by several heavy landing sounds, and the cavalry hedges in the square had already divided the victory and defeat in the moment of contact between the two sides.
With the exception of the captain of the cavalry of the Dewar family, who accurately framed the opponent's scimitar, the other cavalrymen fell under the scimitars of the Cossack cavalry, and only two of the Cossack cavalry suffered stab wounds to the waist and legs, but they still sat upright on horseback, and the wounds were obviously not fatal.
"It's over, it's over, it's all over!" Baron Dewar seemed to be completely unable to accept the momentary result, and the great blow was that he was distracted, his legs went limp, and he sat on the ground with his ass collapsed, muttering the same sentence in his mouth.