But just as the ranks of these ironclad heavy cavalry were about to approach the phalanx, hundreds of Ugol cavalry suddenly screamed and galloped out from the flanks of the phalanx, attacking the flanks of the armored cavalry in a roundabout way. They unleashed a rain of armor-piercing arrows and unleashed a swift charge at the Chaos Armored Riders lined up. The sudden blow immediately disrupted the Chaos Armor's assault plan, forcing them to turn around and meet Ugol's sword, leaving only a few of the Armored Riders who did not stop and rushed into the forest-like forest of spears alone, breaking a few spears, and then neighing and falling with men and horses.

But the lightly armed Ugol cavalry would never be able to fight these heavily armored opponents. They took advantage of their speed to leave with one blow, and after destroying the ranks of the Chaos Iron Spearmen, they immediately turned and fled, returning to the cover of the guns on the side of the phalanx. Their arrows rained down like the wind, accompanied by a small number of demon-breaking arrows that shot into the ranks of the Chaos Armor Riders like a storm. Although it does not cause major casualties, it is as tiresome as a poisonous mosquito. At the same time, the reloaded musketeers and crossbowmen in the phalanx fired another volley, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the ironclad lancers who had lost their troops had no choice but to retreat.

"Sanger is a stupid bastard! he sabotaged our plan to flank the southern flank of the Unbelievers! If he had flanked us from the north on time, the enemy would have been trampled to ashes. But instead of rushing into battle, this bastard was beaten by the unbelievers on the way to the ruins! The honor of the valiant Kugan Lancers was tarnished by him and his lowly men who called him donkeys, and now the first Breaker's laurel was to be placed on the head of Alesha, the little bitch who could only fiddle with the stinky beast!"

The black-bearded Chaos Knight, the five-hundred-man commander of Kugan's left wing, swung his battle axe angrily, and cursed madly at the dead ghost Sanga. In the original plan of attack, Sanger's 500-man armored cavalry column was supposed to sweep through the center, sweep through the enemy's broken artillery positions, and then detour to the left, forming a flanking attack on the southern flank phalanx. But now that all was in vain, and his own attack on this phalanx was not smooth, it really made the bearded fierce knight furious!

"That tall, red-haired unbeliever boy is cunning and despicable, and he always uses the cursed Kislev cavalry to rush out at just the right time to disrupt our armoured charges. If it weren't for this abominable rat and fox who is always making trouble, then even without Sanger's support, we would have taken down the damn phalanx, and it seems that we need to deal with this stinky boy first!"

The other Chaos Knight, who wore his hair tied in braids and covered his face with a half-monster mask, cursed fiercely, his voice tinged with a gloomy aura, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the patterned body of the nine-foot iron spear. The Chaos Iron Spear, with its sharp forked spearhead like a pit viper, was a formidable enchanted weapon, the trophy of his adventures in the Northern Wastelands years ago.

In fact, this chaotic left-wing armored cavalry column was initially well fought. Their first charge repelled the Ugols who were fighting against them, and killed the leader of the Ugol cavalry on the spot, driving them far away, and then sped up in a whirlwind to charge the phalanx of richly armed golden-armored pikemen. Under the impact of the furious waves of their iron-armored warhorses and sharp spears, many of the super-long spears were suddenly broken, and pieces of gold-armored spearmen were trampled under the hooves of the horses, and the victory was almost so easy.

Although the average infantry phalanx basically collapsed under this kind of blow, the tenacity of these gold-armored spearmen and musketeers far exceeded the imagination of the Chaos cavalry. Ignoring the heavy casualties, they stabbed their horses in the neck and belly with their spears, knocking down the lancers before they had time to cheer. The musketeers swooped down and slashed at the legs of the horses unprotected by iron armor, with indescribable bravery. Some warriors even grabbed the spears and dragged the lancers off their horses desperately! The gap that had been broken through was instantly re-closed, and several cavalrymen who rushed into the interior of the phalanx also fell off their horses one after another under the onslaught of dwarven technicians, grooms, and servants on the baggage convoy, and the offensive of the Chaos Armored Cavalry was blocked.

But the key to ending this first charge was a red-haired knight. At some point, he had taken over the command of the chaotic retreating Ugol cavalry, and then regrouped his troops with lightning speed, quickly returning to the battlefield to strike at the flanks of the Chaos Armored Cavalry. This sudden two-sided attack caused Mosul's armored cavalry column to become a patty of meat between swords and spears, and had to retreat in panic, leaving behind dozens of corpses of men and horses.

In the ensuing battle, the red-haired knight commanded more than 200 Ugol cavalry to nimbly compete with Mosul's armoured cavalry column and numerous lightly armed archers. He skillfully used the phalanx to cover his cavalry, avoiding any frontal hard fighting, and always rushed out to perform a beautiful flank attack the moment the Chaos cavalry charged. This made it impossible for the Chaos Ironclad Cavalry to have an advantage --- accelerate a full charge, and it also allowed the phalanx to fully have time to exert their strong firepower, causing heavy casualties to the Chaos Cavalry.

In fact, the most terrifying power of the hoplites was the thunderous charge of thousands of horses. The horses, knights, and spears are combined with the stirrups to create a majestic force that breaks through everything on flat terrain. With a determined charge that is repeated at the chance, a sea of hooves and spears will crush any opponent who is not covered by parapets and multi-layered trenches. Because even if a thousand-pound to 2,000-pound armored war horse dies, it will break pieces of spears and crush rows of soldiers to death, and the huge kinetic energy and habitual surname will knock everything in front of them flying. Charge, charge repeatedly, charge at maximum speed!

But the tall, red-haired knight made it difficult for Chaos' attacks to work. Because he commanded the nimble Ugol archers to whirl and move like water, always destroying the onslaught of the Chaos Armor at critical moments, making them as difficult to perform as mud oxen into the sea. The slashed sword and hammer can destroy the strongest armor, but it will not do any damage in the flowing water, this is his tactic to deal with it! The archers cover the phalanx, and the phalanx supports the archers, and the effect of one plus one is far greater than two, making the powerful Chaos Knights and the fierce armored knights helpless for a while!

"Your Excellency Marshall, you have done a beautiful job! The Ugoles seem to have become real cheetahs under your command!"

A Tubaro infantry officer, dressed in gold plate armor and wearing a tall red feather helmet, couldn't help but praise Marshall. This officer, who was armed with a six-foot steel hammer spear and was over half a hundred years old, was Cicero's deputy and the head of the current phalanx on the southern flank. In the fierce battle just now, he wielded the thirty-pound Seiko hammer spear, and rode several Chaos Armor off his horse like a wheel, and he had quite strong combat power. But even this battle-hardened veteran was deeply impressed by Marshall's excellent cavalry coordination and response.

"If it weren't for the wonderful performance of the cavalry under your command, Your Excellency Marshall, I think our current phalanx would have been difficult to hold. The warriors of Tubaro will remember your name, I promise you!"

The fat officer paused, pulled out a water bag, took two sips, and then went on to praise Marshall's performance. Once again, the Chaos Cavalry's attack was repulsed, and he was in a good mood, as if he had opened a sleeping chatterbox. The people of the Tyril Federation are cheerful and talkative, and the waves and hot winds of the south forge their warm surnames.

"Lord Jerome, you've won the prize, I'm just using some of the tactical techniques my teacher taught me. At the heart of this battle are your Tubaro warriors. The phalanx that had been broken through by the Chaos Armor Cavalry was able to hold the line again, which was rarely seen in the war. In fact, your bravery is almost comparable to that of His Majesty the White Tsar's icon guards. ”

Marshall rode closer to the officer named Jerome and bowed his head modestly to greet the fat old soldier. His dark blue cheetah knight's armor was covered with arrow marks, and he also had a slight wound on his head, which was simply bandaged. However, the spirit of this tall young man was very good, and his dark blue eyes were full of excitement and confidence.

"If your words are delivered in the Great Hall of the Citizens' Assembly of our principality, I am sure that they will receive thunderous applause. Because the warriors of the Parliamentary Guard are also the pride of Tubaro. By the way, now that you're thirsty, try some of the wines of Tubaro, which are as precious as blood to our citizens. ”

Jerome, the tall, fat officer, smiled and handed Marshall a leather bag full of wine around his waist, and he was keenly aware of the cheetah knight's chapped lips. In the bloody battle just now, shouting, commanding and coordinating is also a tiring job. Marshall's voice was probably hoarse, and it was a fitting gift.

"Thank you for the wine!Lord Jerome the brave and generous!By the way, did you see that our army had also routed the enemy on the central front, and His Highness Hyde and His Excellency Cicero had done a wonderful job. However, there should be another general attack by the enemy, and our test here is still to come. ”

Marshall unceremoniously took the water bag full of wine and took a few sips. He was indeed thirsty, and there was no need to be hypocritical. This young cheetah knight is a man who has experienced the battle of hundreds of thousands of troops in the valley of Naugoland, and can easily estimate the strength of the enemy army. He understands very well that this Chaos army still has hole cards that have not been played, and now he must let everyone be vigilant and not get carried away by a few small victories.

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