The group charge of the human knights is often the decisive force that determines the outcome of the war in the war of the continent of Fira, and often when the battle enters the stalemate stage, the human commanders always habitually press the knights at hand.

It's just that such a good knight order, no matter which force it is, only occupies a very small proportion of the total strength, and the main thing is to train a qualified knight, which takes too much time and gold.

Qualified war horses, a complete set of knight equipment, these are all valuable things, as well as the equestrian, combat skills, fighting spirit, and even related etiquette that must be possessed as a knight, which will take a long time to sharpen.

There is such a kung fu, warriors and other professions of the same level have long been trained, and the cost of gold is only a fraction of this at most; after all, if a warrior gives him a weapon, with a piece of tattered leather armor or something, he can basically see people.

Therefore, the 5,000-strong Templars lined up in a row of fifty people, a total of 100 rows of neat formations, and when they rushed towards the thin defense line of the orcs, the indomitable momentum was extremely good, and it also made countless people dazzled and yearned.

Among these people was Grand Duke Nicholas, who was standing at the highest point of the palace and was looking at this side with the Eagle Eye Technique, and looking at these majestic Templar Knights, Grand Duke Nicholas suddenly drooled with envy, crookedly thinking that if these people were his subordinates, the Principality of Ruiwei would no longer have to pretend to be a grandson for thousands of years.

He didn't think at all, with the little income and family background of the Ruiwei Principality, if he wanted to raise such a huge knight order, he was afraid that he would have to lose all his underwear.

At the same time, Grand Duke Nicholas was also a little lucky, glad that when facing the drive of the Temple of Light, the troops of the principality did not resist, otherwise the spear infantry that he was proud of would be a scum under the impact of the knights of this scale......

"The first row crouches, and the second row prepares to aim with the first. The mastiff officer, dressed in a straight military uniform, gave a loud order, and the militia brigade was fortunate enough to join the escort of the envoy regiment this time, but there were only about 500 people, and these 500 people were naturally the selected fist troops.

Among them were two companies of 300 musket troops, the first and second companies of the steel-led musketeers; after several expansions, the musketeers were no longer all kobolds, and these two ace companies were the only two that were composed entirely of kobold veterans, and even officers above the platoon level were extremely rare mastiffs.

Compared with the militia brigade, the extreme thirst for such a powerful class as the musketeer, the kobold males of the appropriate age in the territory are basically stuffed into the musketeer unit, which is still far from enough, so the rabbit people and badger people, which are relatively weak in the body of the orcs, have become new soldiers.

After several years of use, the Iron Collar has long grasped the core elements of the use of musketeers, and the ability to maintain strict discipline is more important than the physical strength of the soldiers themselves......

These Templar Knights were less than two miles away from the orc line, and they gradually increased the speed of their horses, and by the time they reached a mile away, they had basically raised the speed of their horses to the best speed, and with this high speed, they could rush from this position to the front of the line of defense in a minute at most.

And the orcs' rudimentary defenses, in their eyes, were like papier-mâché, as if they could be pierced with a little force.

It was only on the outskirts of the camp that a chest-high breastwork had been piled up from the ruins of the building, and then eighty paces or so out there was a row of wooden horse-resisting horses, but between the horses and the breastwork there were a very large number of thistles.

However, this kind of defensive weapon, which has an excellent effect on infantry, is only less effective than a war horse with an iron horse nailed.

Finally, the charging Templar Knights came to the front of the rejection of the horse, and the knights in the front row tightened the horse's belly vigorously, and the long-trained war horses naturally knew the meaning of their masters, and in the face of the rejection horses with sharp spikes, these war horses overcame the instinct of fear in their hearts, and fifty war horses rose into the air almost at the same time.

It was also at this time that the mastiff commander of the musketeers slashed down the saber that had been held high in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Fire ......"

One hundred and fifty crisp muskets rang out, almost in unison, and the musketeers in the first and second rows, having pulled the triggers in their hands, did not even have time to glance forward, and immediately retreated and hurriedly began the complicated work of reloading.

At the same time, the third and fourth rows behind them immediately filled up, raised their muskets and took a slight aim, and then pulled the trigger again at the poignant command of the mastiff commander, and when they stepped back and began to reload, the muskets in the first and second rows had not yet been loaded.

It's not that the mastiff commander this time doesn't want to use the three-stage shooting method to shoot out continuous firepower to withstand the momentum of the other Templar's charge, but it's that there are no more than 300 musket troops, and there is no continuous suppression of heavy firepower, it is impossible to achieve such an effect.

It is better to simply divide the troops into two waves, how many rounds can be played, and then beat a little morale of the other side first.

Nearly eighty percent of the three hundred bullets in two successive waves, separated by only ten breaths, hit the target, and the more than two hundred lead bullets also caused heavy casualties to the Templars in the first row.

These fifty Templar Knights immediately raised the one-handed shield in their hands, curled up their bodies as much as they could, and the fighting energy of their whole bodies was running to the extreme, trying to enhance the body's defense, but unfortunately this had no significant effect, and more than a dozen Templars were directly shot in the head and died on the spot.

There were also those who were thrown off their horses after being shot, and some of them were unable to sit on their horses after being shot multiple times, and there were nearly 30 casualties.

Although they did not die directly, the end was no better than direct death, and with the large army of charging behind them, it was impossible for them to survive from the dense hoofs of the horses.

There were nearly nine lucky people who were not fatally injured in such a hail of bullets.

After their fast war horses landed, they didn't even look at the fallen comrades around them, and frantically whipped the war horses, hoping to pass this road of death quickly, as long as they could rush into those thin kobold formations, that would be the beginning of their killing.

However, by this time, the musketeers in the first and second rows had already completed their reloading, and the luck of the nine Templars who charged at the front was completely over, and after another neat burst of gunfire, the fifty Templars in the first row were all dismounted.