A few days later, the Imperial Legion arrived at the Snow Tribe's Gathering Point, which, according to the local guide, was the most populated area in the Snow Plains in recent decades.

Originally, the tribesmen who drove cattle and sheep did not have a fixed place of residence, and since the previous king, they have consciously imitated the appearance of St. Caron and began to build the "capital" of the snow tribe.

They called this "capital" the pearl of the snowfield, and in order to be able to get closer to the so-called "gods" they believed in, the people of the tribe exhausted countless manpower and material resources to build this sighing city halfway up the mountain.

This stone city built on the edge of a hill was built to gather the hearts of the tribesmen, and it was also a fortified city that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it traversed the Imperial legions like a giant beast emerging from the wilderness.

In the early morning, a rare hint of red appeared in the eastern sky, and the thin mist on the plains was gradually pierced by the red glow, and the newborn sun appeared from the mountains in the sky.

The Imperial Legion has now marched to the Great Plains, not far in front of the fortified city, where several small rivers flow down from the snow-capped mountains, and this plain has become the pasture of the snow-plain tribe with its rich meadows.

It was an absolutely natural garrison, and Earl Pike did not hesitate to order the forward army to set up camp there.

Relying on the stream and pastures, the warriors and horses did not worry about eating and drinking, and the barbarians of the tribe could know in advance that they were coming to harass, and Count Pike could even see the snowfield tribe cities in the distance. They are the elite who are the spearhead of the Imperial Legion's attack, how can they stop the attack in the early morning, now is a good time to destroy the enemy!

It just so happened that in the morning fog that had not completely dissipated, as the sun shone, the figures of the barbarian warriors in the snowfield tribe also appeared from the mist.

There are many mountainous areas in the north of the continent, and the horses grown here are not as tall as the horses carefully cultivated by the empire, so most of the warriors in the tribe are infantry who act on foot.

Tribal warriors mostly wield weapons such as battle axes and spears, and in their other hand they also held a large round shield painted with colorful totems that covered themselves, and wore iron chain mail.

Even though the Empire's recently replaced plate armor is not as defensive as the Empire's recently replaced plate armor, the Tribe's warriors prefer to fight in chain mail because it is lighter and they generally believe that plate armor is something only worn by women.

Count Pike saw the figure of the enemy emerging from the morning mist, and he calmed down instead. He rode his horse and turned to look at the soldiers behind him, and shouted at the top of his voice: "The barbarians of the north are in front of you, the cavalry follow me, let's drive them into the ravine together, cavalrymen, listen to my orders!"

When the horsemen heard this, they gathered in the rear of Count Dopke, they lined up in a neat line, the knights drew their sabers and riding spears, the horses snorted, they felt the fighting spirit of their masters, their front hooves kept scratching the moist soil on the ground, ready to attack.

Count Pike raised his left hand, and with a wave of his left hand, he roared, "Charge!"

Before he could finish speaking, he rode his horse first, and the knights drove their horses up with their generals.

The sound of thousands of war horses trampling the earth resounded in the grassland, stirring up a burst of dust and mist, and even obscuring the morning light on the horizon.

During the cavalry charge, the plate armor on his body glistened with the morning light, like a glowing giant eagle soaring over the plain. The cavalrymen gradually formed a goose-shaped formation according to the content of many years of training, and they were about to rush in front of the enemy's formation.

The warriors of the Snow Tribe were not afraid of the approaching cavalry, and they slammed the large round shield they held in their left hand on the ground, leaning their muscular shoulders against the back of the shield.

At the same time, they stood their sturdy spears beside their shields, forming a ready-made formation of horses.

Earl Pike was about to rush to the front of the enemy with the soldiers behind him, and the well-trained war horse was draped in horse armor, and the dense spears in front of him were timid, and they fearlessly rushed forward.

Just as the sun was rising over the side of the mountains, the galloping cavalry crashed into the spears of the tribal warriors, like thunder or drums, and there was a deafening crash on the plains, the sound of armor and spears deformed by the collision of high speeds.

At this speed, no amount of heavy armor could stop the force of the collision, and the horses pierced by the shattered steel neighed and the cavalry carrying the horses fell.

The cavalry behind them paid no attention to the fallen comrades, their horses trampled on everything that fell, and used them as pedals to leap up and jump over the shield of the tribal warriors, tearing a hole in it.

Then countless cavalry rushed in through the gap that cost countless lives.