With the sound of the horn, as Samwell's flag moved forward, the army of the riverbend cavalry began to slowly surge forward.

The dense sound of horses' hooves resounded through the field, becoming the only sound between heaven and earth.

The tactics of cavalry attack are generally not so fancy, especially in large-scale cavalry battles, and the commander does not have much room to exert himself.

The result of the forced show operation will only confuse the soldiers and make them unable to figure out the intentions of the commander, and then the entire military formation will fall into chaos.

Therefore, this time, it was Samwell who led the main force to attack from the front, and the two flanks were outflanked by the Stormlands army to attack.

Of course, although there are no bells and whistles in tactics, at the level of tactical execution, you can see whether a cavalry is elite or not.

The Hewan Cavalry is the best in terms of weapons and equipment and personnel quality, and it has just experienced several big victories, and its morale is at its peak, which is also where Samwell's confidence lies in daring to give it a go.

At this time, the army of the Stormlands was ready for battle, and two rows of shield walls had been erected in the front position, followed by dense spears, sticking out of the gap in the shield wall, like hedgehogs.

In the face of such an elite and formidable enemy, the Hewan cavalry army still did not slow down.

The sound of horses' hooves became more and more rapid.

For a moment, the earth seemed to tremble, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves hit people's hearts at once, making it impossible for people to breathe.

Those who have not seen this scene with their own eyes cannot imagine the terrifying momentum of the cavalry army charging up.

But the Stormland army in front of them was a regular army after all, and no matter how fearful they were, they would not flee from the battle.

Because on such a plain, the infantry and cavalry can only form an array to fight to the death, and if they escape, they will die faster.

Samwell had already ridden the white dragon to the sky, and when he looked down, the riverbend cavalry rushed forward like a flood that burst its banks.

Ahead, the infantry of the Stormlands was like a reef, ready to meet the onslaught of the waves.

However, it was the cavalry units of both sides that collided first.

They met on both flanks of the battlefield, but the Bend Cavalry had an absolute numerical superiority, making the charge of the Stormlands Cavalry more like a tragic suicide act.

Of course, their sacrifice was not completely useless, at least the attack on both flanks of the Riverbend Iron Cavalry was thwarted by this, and they had to re-distance themselves and regroup.

At this time, in front of the frontal formation, the battle also officially began.

"Shoot! Shoot! ”

As the bowstrings hummed, black-pressed arrows rose into the sky from the Stormlands formation, mingling with a scalp-numbing whoosh, and fell into the riverbend cavalry.

The heavily armored cavalry who rushed to the front of the river bend, and the arrows that fell on them could only make a clanging sound, and the casualties caused were relatively limited.

Samwell did not charge on horseback this time, with the previous victory, this cavalry is in full swing, and there is no longer any need for him to personally lead the charge, this time he wants to try to charge on a dragon.

Of course, since Cleopatra was still in his infancy, and the scale armor was not strong enough, he did not dare to charge in the face of such a rain of arrows, and prepared to wait for the cavalry to disperse the archery positions on the opposite side before letting the white dragon swoop down.

After three rounds of arrow rain, the Hewan heavy cavalry in the front row finally rushed to the front of the enemy formation.

Without the slightest hesitation, without any hesitation, with the great inertia of the charge, the heavily armored cavalry crashed into the enemy's shield wall.

The battlefield erupted into a loud bang, drowning out the sound of rumbling horses' hooves for a while.

In the collision between the infantry army and the heavy cavalry, countless lives disappeared in an instant.

Countless figures flew up and smashed into the Stormland formation.

Blood is thrown out like cheap dye.

The screams and the sound of broken bones were incessant and tooth-weeping.

One by one, the knights were pierced by the spears, but under the action of great inertia, they still broke the spears, and the men and horses crashed into the shield wall, causing the soldiers of the Stormlands behind the shields to break their tendons.

A brutal and bloody scene.

The terrifying impact of the heavily armored cavalry was also revealed at this moment.

The neat shield wall, at the moment of contact, was smashed to pieces, creating countless gaps.

The riverbend cavalry in the rear did not waste the gains that their comrades in front had paid for with their lives, they stepped on the corpses of enemies and comrades, swarmed through various gaps, and crashed into the second shield wall without stopping.

A similar picture repeats itself again.

The two shield walls of the Stormlanders, under the frantic onslaught of the heavy armored cavalry in the river bay, did not last long before they were shattered.

But they had also already inflicted heavy casualties on the riverbend cavalry.

This is the price that cavalry must pay for storming the well-prepared elite infantry formation.

Unfortunately, that's all the Stormlanders can do.

As soon as the shield wall was broken, the defeat of the Stormlands army was doomed.

The tidal wave of riverbend cavalry rushed by, completely submerging the army formation of the Stormlanders, and the cavalry's swords slashed down, constantly reaping the lives of the Stormlanders.

This is the suppression of infantry by cavalry.

On the battlefield of the Cold Weapon Age, the scale of heavy armored cavalry is almost an inexplicable existence.

Unless relying on terrain and castles, there was simply nothing capable of withstanding the charge of the heavily armored cavalry.

Seeing that the enemy archers were being slaughtered by his own cavalry, Samwell urged the white dragon to swoop down.

Cleopatra seemed to have waited impatiently, and the bloody atmosphere of the battlefield not only did not make it fearful, but rather exciting.

Smoke-like leather wings fanned the scorching air, casting shadows over the Stormlanders' formation, and Cleopatra opened its bloody mouth, and a terrifying aura began to converge and burn, eventually turning into bright orange-red flames that poured down.

Samwell also cooperated with the draw of [Dawn], I don't know if it was an illusion, this giant sword looked more agile and excited under the reflection of the dragon flame, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

With a slash of the sword, the sword light and dragon flame intertwined, and it smashed down, pulling a flame path in the enemy's formation, turning steel and flesh to ashes.

The living were turned into torches, the military formations into cremation piles, the suffocating scorching smell of the air filled the air, and the smoke and screams mixed into a concerto of death.

A deadly melody flows.

Unfortunately, the archers' positions had been crushed, and the sparse arrows could not pose a threat to the white dragons flying through the air.

"Leave that dragon alone!" Sir Cortanay roared hoarsely.

A sword light mixed with dragon flame swept past Sir Cortanay, but he couldn't avoid it, allowing the blazing wind to lift his cloak and whip at his armor.

"Hold the formation! No refund! Can't mess around! ”

Sir Cortanay knew that the white dragon was scary, but in fact, it couldn't burn many people at all, and the real deadly threat was the opponent's cavalry.

He tried his best to stabilize the morale of the army, but alas, not everyone had the same heart of steel as this knight.

Soldiers are uncontrollably terrified of an enemy they can't fight back from the air, let alone a fire-breathing dragon.

Ser Cortanay drew his sword and began to kill, but it was unable to stop the panic and chaos from spreading through the army of Stormlands.

Instead, Samwell noticed the commander's position, hovered the white dragon in the air, and gave him a sword.

The surging flames engulfed the famous knight of the Stormlands in an instant, and the yellow-bottomed pencil banner of the Polos family also burned, and was torn into fine pieces of ashes by the wind.

The death of the Commander hastened the collapse of the Stormlands army, and the soldiers could no longer maintain their formation, so they abandoned their weapons and fled in all directions.

The Bend Cavalry swept through, completely submerging the Stormlands formation like a tidal wave, and countless shining swords swung down, cutting down swaths of enemy soldiers to the ground.

In the vast wilderness, four thousand cavalry staged a bloody massacre.

The knights of the Stormlands made their last efforts, but no mortal could stop the rout of the army at this point.

The Bend cavalry rushed in from both flanks staggered, leaving behind the corpses of the Stormlanders, and the army had completely collapsed, and the Stormlanders scattered all over the mountains and fields, trying to escape from this bloody and terrifying hell.

But how could they have escaped.

The Hewan cavalry spontaneously divided into small teams and chased the dead north, striving to annihilate this Stormland army outside the Storm's Rest Castle.

Samwell had already put away his greatsword, and the seated white dragon roared excitedly over the blood-stained field.

Looking south, Samwell seemed to be able to see the castle at the end of the horizon—

Storm's End.

(End of chapter)