CHAPTER XXXI

"Fight for faith, fight for truth, fight for the true God. ”

- Basel Ghazi

The snow was covered with dense hoof prints, and the deafening sound of horses' hooves buzzed. Under night, 4,000 Northridge cavalry, led by Grevor, headed straight for Long Grass Beach. These 4,000 people are all good hands in the army, most of them are veterans, and the equipment is basically perfect under the patchwork of various lords.

Everyone is chainmail, with a full set of Gothic armor on the outside. A cavalry spear, a cavalry fan shield, and a long sword. Even bows and arrows and at least three short throwing spears were fully equipped, and even a large fur cloak was given to each person, which can be said to be armed to the teeth.

"Your Excellency!" the scout came and stopped in front of Grevor, who slowly reined in his horse, and the whole team slowly stopped.

"The enemy encamped on the long grass beach, and the camp was fenced off by horse-reproaching piles. The scout reported to Grevor.

"Salda!" Grelvor shouted, and one of the people beside him quickly replied. This was the most trusted man in Grevor's own army.

"You can take three hundred men and tear me a hole for five horses in parallel!" Grave ordered Solda.

Salda turned his head and shouted, "Bear Castle!

These three hundred bear castle knights are naturally Grevor's own cavalry, and his subordinates are now a bit mixed, and Greif must use his own people first, first, to establish prestige, and second, to be trustworthy. As for the rest, Grave felt that it would be enough to twist them into a rope with high-pressure combat.

The Kakaman camp at night was lit with a bonfire like stars, and the cavalry of three hundred people was not small, and it was impossible to surprise the attack, which Haidar knew, after all, the other party could not say anything except the sentry post and scouts were wandering nearby, although the night was dark, but the moonlight reflected the snow on the ground, and his group would definitely be seen even if they walked over.

"Enemy attack!" Kakaman's sentry shouted from the not-so-tall watchtower, blowing his horn at random. The soldiers from the southeast of the entire Kakaman camp were the first to move. However, the barracks were relatively large, and the soldiers who were quickly assembled were only about a thousand people.

"Raise your shield!" shouted Sodar, looking at the swaying crowd in front of him by the light of the fire, judging by the distance and the movement of the other man.

Sure enough, just as everyone put their fan-shaped shields in front of their cheeks, the first wave of arrows rained down. Bows and arrows are the same as rain, and it is safest to crouch on the spot and raise your shield when the bow and arrow strike. This wave of bows and arrows was almost lethal, after all, it was impossible for all of the Kakamans who came here in the night to be sharpshooters, and there was no one to direct most of them to shoot arrows in the direction of the enemy.

As for where the arrow flew, the devil knows. After the first wave of sword rain, except for a few horses that fell to the ground, the speed of the rest of the people had increased to the extreme. The war horse that fell down in pain staggered and limped to its feet, and the soldiers who fell to the ground together got up and cursed bad luck, and followed with deep and shallow feet.

"The people from Northridge are coming?" the tall man wore a brown bearskin cape, long brown hair draped behind his back, a long beard that looked majestic and powerful, and the gold medal on his chest with a bear's head ornament was strangled with four leather belts. The language is spoken in Kakaman, a language that almost few Kakamen people can honestly speak anymore.

The bald man next to the man had a reddish-brown beard, and he forgot to look at the other person next to the man in confusion, hoping that he could explain what he meant. The man glanced at the man, ignored him, and instead said something to the tall man in Kakaman.

"Morath!" said the man, this time in Northridge dialect, "Pick up your sword and fight with me." With a wild smile, he drew his sword and strode forward.

"Yes, my king!" Morath felt trembling in his heart when he saw the man draw his sword, it was this wide long sword, like a beheading giant sword, in the White Castle, four lords who were unwilling to obey the man In an instant, in an instant, the man who was still smiling on his breath drew his sword and cut off the four human heads like chopping vegetables. And it's a sword.

"Goose formation!" Sodar gave the order to throw spears after the first wave of bows and arrows, and after the three waves of short spears were thrown, he ordered everyone to change formation, and at this moment Grevor's army was already faintly visible behind him.

Just as the Kakamans came out of their shields and were about to shoot again, in the ^-shaped cavalry formation, Sodar leaned over with his horses and ordered, "Leader!

"Poof, poof, poof" a few times, ^ a dozen or so people on the tip of the array jumped off their horses and landed on the snow.

Sodar and several knights on the other side immediately added in the middle, stabbing the horses in the buttocks with their swords, and the horses that had been slowing down were in pain, and rushed forward violently, and the horses without the weight were naturally faster than the rest of the cavalry.

"Slow down! Join the formation!" At the sound of an order, the soldiers on both wings of the goose-shaped formation concentrated in the middle, and those soldiers who jumped off their horses ran desperately but found that when the formation was merged, they could only see the buttocks of the last two.

The Kakamans raised their bows and arrows, only to see a dozen or so horses rushing towards them, slightly stunned. "Shoot, what are you waiting for!" shouted a man who looked like a commander, and the Kakamans let go of their arrows as the horses arrived at the stake, as several groups of horses fell to the ground.

"Dismount, throw spears!" ordered Sodar, and the Kakamans saw countless short spears and even spears flying from behind the horses, and some of the soldiers who were accustomed to using swords also threw away their cavalry spears.

In an instant, the Kakamans fell to the ground and dodged. After a few breaths, he saw that there were no more short spears thrown, and Sodar knew that everyone had run out of spears, and interestingly, when he saw someone throwing the cavalry spear as a throwing spear, he himself threw the cavalry spear out as well.

Drawing his sword, Sodar shouted, "Charge!" and saw countless well-armed Northridge warriors pouring out of the horses, holding fan shields and charging at the Kakaman camp. The Kakaman infantry also rushed up at this moment, and most of the Kakaman troops were covered in a thick layer of fur, under which was chain mail, and most of them used a cleaved blade as a weapon.

A large Cleaver is a weapon unique to Kakaman, a smaller Cleaver is used with a shield, this weapon is made of a triangular piece of iron, and the Kakaman Blacksmith likes to give one side a blade and the other side to leave a thick back, and the sword will be made in an irregular spike shape.

The Northridge warriors moved out of the stakes, and the comrades behind them randomly rushed into the camp and scuffled with the Kakamans. At this time, a tall figure appeared behind the Kakaman military formation, and Sodar's gaze swept over the place where the figure was, and he was slightly stunned that he didn't see anything clearly, but the huge chopping blade in front of him made him not think much about anything, and the two groups of battles were inseparable.