() "Bad weather!"

As an ordinary soldier among the twenty thousand Atterbury cavalry, there seemed to be nothing to do but be able to complain about the weather. On such a cold and windy winter march, it was a terrible feeling. Since yesterday evening, this pesky snow has been falling endlessly. After resting for only an hour and a half, the 20,000 cavalry continued to advance forward, and the snow did not stop. The armor that can withstand the enemy's arrows and stones cannot withstand the biting cold wind that comes on. And the frost condensed on the armor mercilessly sucked the only remaining heat in the soldier's body.

"I don't know what's going on in the heads of those commanders!"

Someone spit out such a sentence angrily, which immediately caused a "buzzing" sound around it.

"Lao Tzu has been a soldier for several years, and he has never fought in this weather, which is really unlucky!"

A bearded cavalryman shouted.

And the squadron leader not far from the front also turned a blind eye, not caring whether such words would affect the morale of the troops.

In fact, he was cursing those high-ranking generals in his heart.

The whole army marched forward amid such an exchange of whining, the horses' hooves crushing the snow on the ground, and the melted snow mixed with the mud turned into mud and splashed everywhere. All the soldiers' armor was covered with mud. There was not a trace of bravery in this team, and it was like two armies from the cavalry that had flaunted its might outside the Brin Pass a few days ago. Now they look like a bunch of deserters, but there are more of them.

As the supreme commander of this unit, General Gomez was well aware of the situation of the entire cavalry and the thoughts of the soldiers. Before the capture of Bollinger Pass, all the Atbury soldiers had a breath of air to avenge their compatriots who had died under the walls of Bollinger Pass over the years, capture Bollinger Pass, and create a miracle of war. And once this goal was achieved, this huge hungry army suddenly fell into confusion. In the entire Luo Level, they couldn't find a single decent opponent. As the weather gradually became cold and the environment became worse and worse, the soldiers would ask in their hearts:

After marching in such a cold and snowy environment, but not finding an opponent, what did the country send me here for?

And once this idea spreads throughout the army, it will form a war-weariness and lead to a low morale of the entire army.

Since it snowed last night, Gomez has heard the complaints of ordinary soldiers more than once, and there is nothing he can do about it, but to let it go. On the one hand, if the soldiers who complain are punished, not only will it not be possible to boost the low morale, but it may also further intensify the contradictions between the soldiers and the generals, cause the soldiers to rebel, and may even cause mutiny. On the other hand, there was no strength in front of them to compete with this force, and there was no wall like Bollinger Pass that could stop their advance. Considering the above two aspects, Gomez did not pay too much attention to the current low morale of the troops.

A demoralized unit, no matter how strong it may appear to be, will face the fate of collapse if it encounters stubborn and resolute resistance or attack from the enemy! This is something that every commander should keep in mind, but Gomez has forgotten about it.

After a day's march, in the evening Atbury's 20,000 cavalry appeared "punctually" on the edge of the Gorrell Plains, opposite them the 3,000 Sugal defenders who had been waiting for a long time.

The two armies were only four hundred paces apart, and due to the bad weather and the darkness of the light, they could only see each other's muddy shadows, and the whole scene was surprisingly quiet.

After observing the opponent's array, Gomez looked up at the snowflakes falling from the void, and his heart was inexplicably filled with an ominous feeling.

Such weather, in such a narrow and narrow area, to meet an unknown team, this really cannot be called a good thing.

Gomez shook his head, trying to put the ominous feeling behind him.

There is still a short distance of more than half an hour from the destination of this trip, Suger, and he can no longer delay here. Although the weather affected the line of sight, Gomez could be sure that the army on the opposite side would definitely not exceed five thousand men. Moreover, the two sides are in a flat formation at the moment, and the assault that the cavalry is good at can definitely cause the enemy to collapse in an instant.

While comforting himself, Gomez also seemed to have a trace of worry, would Yiqiē really be as calm as he looked?

In the end, the strength of his forces prompted Gomez to give the order to attack, and nearly 10,000 iron horsemen in the front line formed a line across the plain, pouring towards each other like a tidal wave.

In order to ensure superiority in troops, Gomez personally led the remaining 10,000 cavalry to join the attack.

Suddenly, the earth after dusk trembled slightly in the sound of horses' hooves, and the snow crushed by the horses' hooves flew, and the entire cavalry array was like a flying wall of snow, falling towards the three thousand Sugar soldiers who were alone in the distance.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly shortened by the roar of horses' hooves, and when the distance was reduced to two hundred paces, the cavalry in the front line was already able to see the rejection of the enemy in front of the front of the formation of three meters wide. But what made them feel strange was that in the face of such an overwhelmingly superior cavalry assault, not only did not have the slightest fear and uneasiness on the faces of every soldier of the enemy army, but one by one their faces turned red, flashing an inexplicable excitement, and their eyes seemed to be about to erupt flames, staring at the galloping Atterbury cavalry.

At this moment, Gomez, who was in the second echelon of the attack force, did not feel anything, but the cavalry who rushed to the forefront seemed to have a faint sense that something was wrong, but they could not remember what the problem was. Just six or seven meters away, Atterbury's horsemen prepared to make a final sprint in order to get past the rejection, but the situation on the battlefield changed in an instant.

Due to the snow on the ground and the cover taken by Sugal's troops in advance, the Atterbury cavalry did not notice a ditch five meters wide and three meters deep in front of them.

By the time they found out, it was too late, and the first group of cavalry had fallen into the ditch as if they had disappeared from the ground at once, and the cavalry behind had already realized that something was wrong, but they had also fallen into the trap due to the charge of the cavalry galloping behind them.

For a time, the entire cavalry of Atterbury was disrupted, and the horses and knights who fell into the trap were pressed by the cavalry who fell in from behind before they could stand up, and they could not move at all, and many people died under the hooves of their horses on the spot, and the scene was chaotic.

At this moment, the two brigades of archers that had been lining up behind the rejection horses finally began to exert their might.

At a distance of just over ten meters, a thousand arrows came out of the string. Many of the Atterbury soldiers could even hear the pull of their bowstrings. Patches of Atterbury cavalry fell, and both horses and soldiers were shot like honeycombs.

Such a rain of arrows at such a close distance, even in armor, could not withstand the huge penetrating power of the bow and arrow.

Behind the rejection of the horses, a thousand archers lined up in three neat columns, and attacked the Atterbury army in the order of taking arrows, drawing bows, and shooting arrows, and in front of each archer, there were more than a dozen arrows stuck in the ground.

In just a quarter of an hour or so, two thousand Atterbury cavalry had fallen on the battlefield, and it was no longer a battle, but a massacre unfolding from one side to the other.