The unusual gathering of fugitives made Diccol, who had already completed the cavalry assembly, hesitate, and he stared at these pursuers who faced absolute superiority, and did not choose to escape, and he couldn't help but remember that he had also faced a big fugitive in a pursuit,

It was almost the same desperate situation, under the round-up of his superior cavalry, when everyone was running in all directions, and the big man did not choose to run away, but silently jumped out of the crowd, and with a broken sword that was only half broken, he cut down a Normandy cavalryman who was pursuing behind from his war horse to the ground, and wanted to snatch the war horse, but unfortunately, with the close cooperation of the other cavalry, three cavalry spears stabbed the fugitive man's body at the same time,

Blood splattered out of the tall fugitive like squeezed red sauce, and his entire body was heavily pierced by the cavalry's bayonet spears, and he couldn't die for a while, so he got out of the war horse and was in the air, like a shrimp forked by a fork, and kept waving his hand to interrupt the sword in pain.

"Behold, there's a fool here!"

The Normandy cavalry gathered around him like a joke, the broken sword was too short to threaten the cavalry, and soon the spears inserted into him became eight, and in order to enjoy the screams of pain, these spears were pierced into the fatal chest, but nailed to the limbs of the strong fugitive, and then, like a tribute raised high, rode and dragged along

"You bastards, you good death!" the fugitive's screams of pain resounded throughout the wasteland, and a large amount of blood flowed from the fugitive's body, down the barrel of the spear inserted into the flesh, making even the cruel Norman cavalry feel a little slippery, and finally, to the laughter of the Norman cavalry, the Salander used his last strength to cut the spear that pierced his body with his broken sword.

"Alright, it's time for the joke to end!"

The final blow came from Diccol, who flew like a horse and used his razor-sharp tomahawk. The Salander man, who was covered in a blood gourd, was split in two with an axe, and his internal organs were mixed with blood and rained down from the air.

That time, even Dicker, who looked down on the Salanders, had to admit that he was a warrior. Even if he was a Salander slave!This is what made him feel cautious, I don't know why, although the number of fugitives on the opposite side is not large, but the momentum that comes out of the table is too much like the guy who was killed by himself,

But soon he was amused, he had a hundred Normandy cavalry, and he still needed to be afraid of dozens of wolf-bled fugitives? Looking at his fugitives in fear, his murderous nature was revealed again, and the feeling of controlling the life and death of others made a sinister smile appear on the corner of his mouth.

What do you have to fear? Even if these despicable fellows are playing some kind of conspiracy! Even if they may have been warriors once, but so what? In comparison with the absolute strength they have, any struggle is nothing but a futile cry of sorrow!

Dicker raised his tomahawk aloft again. Then it fell violently, bringing up an extremely imposing light and shadow in the air, from between the teeth. squeezed out a few words: "Discharge the contract formation and kill them all!"

"Forward!" Seeing the battle axe dropped by the lord, the cavalry captains who were already impatient drew their long swords one after another, and shouted loudly to their subordinates, "Boom" The heavy war horse hooves of hundreds of cavalry began to accelerate slowly like a steel wall that could move, and the horses' hooves rolled up the snow in the sky, and the momentum was pressing, this time, the Normandy cavalry, who had suffered a loss, was obviously much more stable,

They no longer used the previous scattered attack formation, but really like facing an opponent, they discharged a deed formation that specifically restrained the infantry gun array, and the thick war horses with the might of trampling a qiē made the whole ground tremble slightly, and the cold wind mixed with the snowflakes was squeezed over, and pounced on the body of the Salander fugitive

"Steady, don't mess up!"

Valal clenched the weapon in his hand, and stood at the front of the queue in the lead, loudly reassuring the uneasy feelings of his nearby companions, even he, under the huge power of the ground that shook the Normandy cavalry opposite, his face was slightly pale, and the hand holding the cavalry's spear was trembling, panting heavily, as if he wanted to get a little help from the air,

"Forward, pierce them!"

At the front of the array were the two heavily armored heavy cavalrymen, who were the knights of Lord Dicole's bodyguard, with a pure black heavy chain armor weighing 60 pounds, which was enough to resist the piercing of ordinary weapons.

Behind them is the core of the entire Covenant Formation,

Similar to a triangular queue of 100 lightly armed cavalry, wearing all the same color chain armor, wearing a red helmet on their heads, with the jump of the war horse under the crotch, like a bloodthirsty red cloud quickly covered the ground in front, the earth was like blood "Bastard, it is a contract formation against the infantry!" Wallal also saw the change in the formation on the opposite side, he was a Mamunuk cavalry commander, and he was very clear about the cavalry tactics, the opponent discharged a contract formation specifically to deal with the infantry formation, the whole formation was like an inverted triangle, and the two Normandy heavy cavalry running in the front were the core of the entire contract formation,

As long as they plunged into their own ranks towards the sharp deed that had been struck by the hammer, the escort cavalry that followed behind them would be like a tiger rushing into the flock, driving in with this broken gap, slicing through the enemy's array as easily as a sharp blade splitting hot oil.

At that time, without the protection of the array, the flying hooves of the light cavalry and the shiny scimitars will completely tear open this gap, and send the body and soul of the enemy in front of them to hell completely, for the escort cavalry armed to the teeth, those who only have rudimentary weapons are the objects of arbitrary slaughter, "Can you kill the two heavy cavalry in front of the opponent?" In a flash of lightning, Valal suddenly turned his head and asked the young man who was half-crouching beside him, because the sound of horses' hooves was too loud from the opposite side, and the young man could only answer him with a nod, "I can give it a try!"

"Well, with your fastest speed, take out the two heavy cavalry at the front of the opponent!"

Valal pointed to the Normandy cavalry who had already run into a distance of 50 meters, turned around and said loudly to the young man, in fact, he also knew how harsh such a request was, excluding the psychological factor, just wanting to kill the heavy cavalry with an ordinary bow and arrow was an unrealistic luxury in itself, but now it can only be so, on the other hand, he used the rags on his clothes to tightly wrap the handshake position of the spear,

This can ensure that after the spear pierces the enemy's heavy armor, it will not let the spear out of their hands due to the huge impact recoil force, and the white cloth on their hands will entangle their hands with the spear.

Even if you get wet with your own blood or dislocate your hands, you can force yourself into the chest of your enemy

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened to 40 meters, and the blood-red eyes looked at each other almost unobstructed.

With the rapid closing of the distance, the momentum of the Normandy cavalry made the fugitives more and more uneasy, they rushed straight towards the queue of fugitives, the Normandy horses under their crotch, the size is not tall, but the advantage is that it is thick, good at endurance and impact, it belongs to an excellent horse breed in the north of the continent, driven by the master, the movement speed of the cavalry cluster is rapidly accelerated, "Charge!"

The first row of sharp cavalry spears of the Normandy cavalry began to lay down at a distance of 30 meters, countless broken snow mixed with the wind hit the armor, and the cavalry behind pulled out the flails that were good at close combat, heavy hammers, machetes, and the cold light of the weapons even made the fugitives a little unable to open their eyes, "Kill them all!"

The two heavy cavalry who rushed to the front were the first to let out a deafening shout,

In their minds, the magnificent sight of the enemy falling like a cut straw under the impact of their heavy horses has come to mind, and they have done this kind of thing countless times, and the miserable and wailing screams of Salander slaves trampled under their horses are always so beautiful that no one will believe that these Salanders with simple forks in their hands can withstand the push of heavy cavalry

Just when the Normans thought they were in possession of victory, a swift white line flew from the opposite side, and the shouts of a heavy cavalry came to an abrupt end.

The Normandy cavalry who followed behind him, "Lord Lamudo", watched in amazement as their brave escort knights were pierced by a cluster of barbed arrows used by their own people from the throat in front of them, "poof" the sharp barbs, and even made his neck guard explode from the front, revealing a bloody black hole, half of which was sharp and pointed, leaking out of Lamudo's back, and a puddle of blood was splashed on the pale faces of the other cavalrymen, "pop" The corpse that had lost control shook on the galloping warhorse, like a kite that had lost its thread, falling from the undulating and shaking horse's back, and under the flying hooves, there was a sound of bones shattering

"How is this possible" The Normandy cavalry felt a chill in their minds at the same time, and the only way to kill a high-speed heavy cavalry within 30 meters was to shoot the gap between the heavy cavalry's armor,

30 meters away, the young man who claimed to be a descendant of the White Ousud family, quickly pulled out the cavalry longbow in his hand, looked at the cavalry that was rapidly approaching the Cunormandy, his pupils shot a trembling gaze, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, the bowstring was pulled away again, his eagle-like gaze stared at another heavy cavalryman running in the front, his fingers were loose, the strong bowstring made a violent trembling sound, and the second white line flew towards the oncoming Normandy cavalry

"Boom!' sparks flew as the target suddenly shook and the arrows grazed the shoulder armor of the second heavy knight, "Kill!"

He was not allowed to feel remorse, the Normandy cavalry had already crashed in with a gust of wind, and cracked, and the forks erected in the front row broke one after another, and the Salanders in the back flew out like kites with broken strings,

Bai Ou suddenly realized that he had been directly exposed to the front of the Normandy cavalry, "Die!"

The Normandy hoplite knight who escaped the catastrophe was like an enraged bull, and his first target was Bai Ou, who was a little distracted.

The front hooves of the war horse were raised, and the knight's spear with hideous murderous intent stabbed Bai Ou's chest like lightning. )