The sun is shining and the breeze is blowing.

However, the atmosphere in the fields outside the city was extremely oppressive.

Soldiers on both sides had lined up in phalanx, quietly waiting for the upcoming battle.

Although they didn't expect Victoria to send troops out of the city to fight a decisive battle, McKento and them didn't care about these details anymore. They cheered loudly to their subordinates, ready to give the enemy a taste of their strength.

With a mortal loyalty, Mackento glanced in the direction of the north gate of Fort Orleans.

I hope that the Duke will succeed in his sneak attack......

He exhaled lightly and roared loudly: "You rabbit cubs, hurry up and set up the spear for Lao Tzu!"

"Learn from me! Don't wait until you die!" he snatched the spear of one of the spearmen, touched the bottom of it to the ground, and pointed diagonally at the sky, "Hold it like I do." ”

Syllable!

One of the militiamen was hit so the head that he almost burst into tears.

"Clench! Do you know what it means to clench!"

Under his diligent command, the spearmen relied on low wooden horses to resist horses, three meters apart from the front and back, and lined up in a line.

And the knights led by Blair were gathering on a small hillside outside Fort Orleans at this moment, and the nearly 100 knights all looked solemn, heavily armoured, and hung big swords on their horses. The coat of arms engraved on their breastplates is clearly recognizable--- representing the sword and shield coat of arms of the royal family of Falken.

Ronald, who was barely proficient in equestrianism, was also at the forefront of the cavalry phalanx, along with Blair and Lardo.

On the two flanks of the cavalry phalanx were well-groomed pikemen units, responsible for coordinated operations. At Blair's behest, Newn deliberately led a team of elite swordsmen to protect the mage's safety.

The phalanx is in the shape of a crane wing, and the cavalry phalanx is in the center and occupies a large area. The spearmen on both wings protruded forward, densely forming five rows in a straight line.

As far as the eye can see, there is a large green meadow ahead, and the enemy on the opposite side is close at hand. Ronald could even clearly see the nervousness and unease in the hearts of the militiamen.

The three lords on the opposite side, each leading their own troops, formed three phalanxes. They hid behind improvised wooden horses and waited for the fierce battle to come.

The tension between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out, permeating this solemn battlefield.

Ronald covered his forehead, glanced at the enemy, and then curiously tilted his head to Blair in the center: "Lord Blair, why didn't you see that Hellington guy? There are very few cavalry?"

"Probably hidden in the woods. Blair smiled slightly at Ronald: "Don't be nervous, we have the advantage in the quality of the troops, the opposite side is just a rabble, we just need to pay attention to Mittler's cavalry troops." As he spoke, he tilted his head towards Ronald: "Young man, study hard." ”

Ronald was stunned for a moment, he didn't quite understand the meaning of Blair's words.

But soon, he understood.

Blair's expression was solemn, he raised his rifle high, turned and shouted: "Come, brave knights, raise our weapons and destroy all obstacles in sight!"

The knights who received the lecture were as immobile as marble statues, and their resolute faces showed indifferent killing intent. But their hands tightened the grip of the wooden handle of the rifle.

"Rush forward! This is the fate of being a knight!"

Blair raised his head proudly, his tone gradually becoming high, piercing through the silver-white armor of the hoplites, striking at the souls of their hearts, and stirring up their fighting spirit.

"Let's. ”

After a pause, he immediately thrust his spear into the sky, raising his head and shouting, "Bring death and fear to the enemy on the other side!"

Ronald heard a burst of blood boiling in his heart, and he looked at this majestic elder with admiration.

After a brief moment of silence, Blair jerked down his mask, raised his rifle, and pulled up the reins.

Sudden Rhythm!

With a long neigh, the horse leaped down the hill and galloped forward.

"Long live Falken!"

Ronald and the knights of the phalanx pulled down their masks one after another and galloped on their horses. Without hesitation, the group followed Blair down the hill and flew down the hillside in unison.

The galloping figure cut the golden sunlight to pieces. The scarlet cloak swept a wave of fire as it charged. The sharp tips of the spears lined up in a neat straight line, reflecting a deadly white glow.

Gotta got, gotta got.

Under the slope.

This elite army of knights was like a raging and roaring silver torrent, surging towards the opposite side.

Seeing that their main force had already launched a charge, the mages also led their spearmen to rush down, ready to annihilate the enemy in one go.

Blair, who was in the lead, controlled the speed of his horse, and when he was about thirty meters away from the enemy, he suddenly lowered his center of gravity and slammed the horse's belly at the same time. Under his masterful control, the tall horses struggled to raise their hooves and maintain maximum acceleration.

Seeing that Blair had begun to charge, Ronald immediately followed with a clamp on the horse's belly and followed closely behind. With the muscles of his upper arms, he clamped his rifle tightly with one hand, keeping less than half of his horse's charge apart.

The knights behind him also kept their rifles parallel to the ground, maintaining a neat distance between their bodies and charging at the enemy formation on the opposite side.

The cone-shaped arrow formation is perfect for cavalry charging formations on flat ground!

Gotta gotcha gotcha gotta got!

The sound of horses' hooves became more and more intense, and deep traces of horses' hooves were imprinted on the green grass, and patches of black mud flew up. A large-angle arrow formation, galloping towards the enemy on the opposite side.

Unlike the previous equipment, this time Ronald and the others exchanged their hands for a three-meter-long riding spear, and the conical steel head made it weigh sharply. However, these highly skilled hoplites were able to use their deadly weapons with dexterity to break through enemy lines.

The distance between them was close again and again, and the tip of the iron-clad spear that pointed obliquely into the sky had entered the eyes of Ronald who was holding the spear. In his ears, there were several sounds of arrows breaking through the air. After judging the trajectory of the arrow, Ronald did not move, but went straight to meet it, allowing the bow and arrow to shoot at the plate armor in his waist and abdomen.

Ding, ding.

The thirty or fifty scattered bows and arrows, shot at the heavy armor of the knights, had no effect at all. In those eyes hidden in the mask, there was not the slightest fear, only a boiling battle intent!

The formation of the cavalry was not affected at all.

The next moment, the galloping arrow brutally cut through the enemy's garrison.

"Kill!"

Ronald couldn't help but let out a loud shout, lowered himself again, and struggled to send the rifle forward.

Snort, screeching metal rubbing sounded!

With a single blow, the enemy directly opposite him was pulled his feet off the ground, and before he could even let out a cry of pain, his chest was pierced. There was still a strong desire for life in his eyes, but the arms of the deceased hanging from the spear drooped limply, and they shook wildly with the impact of the habitual surname.

Looking at the tragic death in front of him, Ronald had no mercy in his eyes, only a boiling battle intent! He turned his head to dodge a stab from the side, and took advantage of the situation to clamp the cavalry gun tighter! His vision was only the enemy waving his weapon in front of him!

The horses drove straight in, and the knights charged all the way, as if they were in a no-man's land.

The sharp tip, relying on the huge impact of the habitual surname, penetrated one flesh and blood body after another. The whole person was cut out of the big hole, and the corpse was hung on the silver-white riding spear, dragging out the scarlet trajectory with a strong fishy smell all the way.

"Ahh

The wail of pain had barely been heard, and the shouter had already lost consciousness. The distorted and pained expression added to the horror in the enemy's heart.

The first line of defense set up by the spearmen was easily broken through by the heavy knights of the kingdom!

Ronald, whose armor was covered with blood, suddenly felt that he was holding a spear in his hand, trembling slightly. With a snap, with the sound of the barrel breaking, Ronald quickly shook off the handle of the gun, which was already overwhelmed. "Drive, drive!" he drew his sword and began to swing wildly at the enemy soldiers, his aqua blue eyes seemed to have become feverish with blood.

The knights, too, were overwhelmed by the weight of the corpses and their spears were broken. They shook off their spears, drew their swords, and began to attack the soldiers around them.

In the sound of hurried horses' hooves, bloody arrows flew up, and the wails were endless. As the heavily armed knights galloped along the way, the resisters fell along the way.

The smell of blood quickly wafted up, heavily masking the scent of mud and grass beneath his feet.

The sound of wails, shouts, and horses' hooves mingled together, boiling the atmosphere of the battlefield to the top! The knights used their blades to warn the enemy that on the battlefield, strength is everything!

Seeing the one-sided battle situation, the enemy commander shouted angrily: "Steady!

By the time the first line of defense on the perimeter had collapsed, the soldiers had just emerged from the chaos caused by the knight's charge. McKento: They began to gather forces and regroup. Under Mackentoe's best control, the soldiers, who had been charged and screamed, finally began to regroup in their scattered formation, preparing to dismount the enemy.

But it was too late, and by this time the phalanx of infantry led by the mages had already followed. Aimed at the center of the enemy's army, Christine's staff flicked his finger and unleashed the Whip of Thorns.

Boom!

In the center of the phalanx of enemy spearmen, a half-man-high crimson thorn forest suddenly appeared out of thin air. Those three-meter-long thick vines were all covered with a layer of blood-colored sharp teeth. They writhed there like snakes with their heads held high.

Mackentoe was desperate to see that the formation he had managed to put together was once again scattered by the blood-red thorns that suddenly burst out.

A dozen vines full of sharp teeth sprang up from the thorn bushes with an area of about five or six square meters, and they kept twitching and attacking the nearby soldiers.

"What's, what is this?"

"They?" A soldier was torn apart by a blood-colored whip drawn from the thorn bushes, "Help, it's entangled with me!"

The panicked cry had just sounded, and his body was swept up by the thorny whip, and his eyes burst out, and green tendons burst out. Sweating profusely, he used all his strength to try to break the wrist-thick vine.

"Ah......h

The arm holding the vine suddenly loosened, and the soldier's unwilling eyes puffed out, and his hands quickly lowered.

As if with a spirit surname, as soon as the soldier died, the vines that clinged to the corpse immediately shook the corpse and turned to attack the other soldiers.