Defeat in verse 128

The central part of the advancing Dreadmask slowed down.

Generally speaking, the momentum of the charge should be exerted to the maximum by the strength of a single blow. Slowing down and pausing in the middle of the process is a big blow to morale, and it becomes a waste of the soldier's body and nothing is gained. But this time, Ashrufat knew that things were not so rosy. The Bloodfang Lord was by no means intent on stopping and waiting for the wings to follow, otherwise he would have stopped long ago, and would not have stopped after such a large distance from the wings.

His calculations have been successful except for magic. Now, due to the lack of tactical literacy of the mid-level officers, nearly half of the Bloodfang Lord's forces are temporarily pinned down by the light cavalry, which is equivalent to halving the number of enemies he has to face. Originally, his strength was twice as large as that of the Bloodfang Lord, which meant that he now had four times as many troops as the enemy.

This advantage in strength means one important thing: the Bloodfang Lord has only one chance. If the Dreadnosaur Legion is unable to break through from the front with the first charge, Ashrufat's overwhelming superiority will outflank the enemy's advancing flanks, encircling and annihilating them.

This situation is ideal, or rather short-term. Because as soon as their flanks are freed from the entanglement, reinforcements will come. And this kind of thing is actually very easy to do, just leave a few detachments to fight against the light cavalry, and the rest of the forces continue to advance. The reason why a small number of light cavalry held back the enemy's army was only due to the fact that the middle and lower ranks of the Chaos Legion usually lacked tactical literacy. It is important to know that although the Chaos forces are strong and brave, they have never been known for their strict discipline and prohibitions, not to mention that they do not have the vast number of middle- and lower-level officers trained by military academies.

But in any case, even if reinforcements from both flanks appeared and rescued the encircled center, they would lose the battle. Ashrufaat has a sufficient number of light cavalry that will give it a great advantage in future pursuits, and will even keep the Dreadful Legion from returning.

But this bright future seems far away. As the speed of the Dreadmill slowed, their formation began to change. The soldiers began to divide into passages, and then a detachment of hoplites burst out of the cover of the infantry and headed straight for Ashrufat.

"Steel Bull Knight...... "Ashrufa fixed his mind. Although he had already expected this move, he still made his heart tremble when he saw such an army with his own eyes.

At this moment, he was among the Nurgle warriors, surrounded by hundreds of Nurgle warriors. He did not stand at the rear of the battle formation as usual to be responsible for dispatching and commanding, but came to the front line. Ashrufat was well aware that from the very beginning the battle was destined to be won only by the head-on shock of iron and blood, rather than by guò's careful orchestration, which gradually established an advantage and eventually overwhelmed the enemy.

At this time, the bloodthirsty legion had already violently crossed the battlefield and swooped down on the enemy head-on. The thunderous sound of cow's hooves sent shivers across the ground. The Steel Bull Knights, both men and mounts, roar and charge, their rapid speed and sheer size allow them to act as a deterrent to enemies from afar. Their mounts, the Steel Ox, are all clad in god-given armor, and far thicker and stronger than the Chaos armor worn by humans. The earth trembled under the hooves of these mighty creatures.

It was enough to strike fear into the hearts of any enemy, and few dared to face the charge of this blasphemous legion. This is also why the Steel Bull Knight can become the most dangerous and powerful existence in the Legion of Sadism.

The iron hooves of the steel ox kicked up the tossed dirt and dust, and soon a yellowish-red dust mist rose from the ground, but it gradually dimmed again because of the action of the air. Worst of all, the Knights of the Steel Bull were not as scattered as the other warriors, and could see the charging cavalry changing formation, gradually closing in to the middle, forming a conical shape that was narrow in front and wide in the back, stretching forward.

No words are needed, even fools know that the Bull Riders are going to make a head-on break.

With the experience and vision of a general, Ashrufat immediately understood the danger. Under the assault of this conical formation, he was not sure that his frontal phalanx would be able to withstand it.

"Pass my orders!

The heavy cavalry of Ashrufat took the initiative to meet the enemy. The heavy cavalry marched forward along the passage where the infantry had separated, and as they passed by, the sound of horses' hooves on the ground rumbled like thunder. This time the attack was all heavy cavalry, according to the standards of chaos, the war horses wore iron horse armor, the front chest was covered with iron sheets, and the lining was padded with animal skin. The Horse Knights are all warriors with Chaos armor, armed with long black steel spears. In addition to their armor, they differed from the hussars in that each warrior had a second or even a third weapon in addition to a spear for melee combat. Now, they raised their spears flat, the tips of which were pointing forward.

This is not a disturbance and feint like the hussars, but a frontal hedge.

The two cavalry approached quickly for a short time, and the soldiers on both sides shouted and asked for refuge in their gods. At the moment of contact, the soldiers of both armies thrust their spears forward as best they could, intending to kill their opponents with the help of the tremendous momentum generated by the high-speed gallop of their mounts. The eerie spear still resembles a forest of death, saddled on a galloping mount and lunging towards the oncoming foe.

The two puffs of dust finally collided head-on.

It was like a wave crashing against a reef, stirring up countless tiny pieces in an instant. Every little fragment is a living person—the unlucky guy who was knocked out by the tremendous force of the steel ox and the man and the horse.

The rumbling of hooves drowned out a lot of sounds, but the crunch of steel clashing and the cracking of spear shafts could not be suppressed. At this moment, we can deeply understand the difference between steel cattle and war horses.

Most of the knights try to avoid the frontal thrust of the spear (no armor can withstand this force), so at least half of the targets are aimed at the mounts. The steel oxen with heavy armor took limited damage, but they took pity on the horses whose armor was not thick enough. They are more likely to suffer from the tip of the spear, or the sharp blades on both sides of the spear. In addition to being pierced in the chest by a spear, more often were slashed by the edge blade through the horse's belly, neck, etc., causing terrible damage. In addition, the sheer size and weight of the Steel Ox make them capable of directly ramming flying horses. The situation was very tragic for those fighters who fell to the ground. Their enemies won't even assassinate them, but will only need to drive their mounts forward to trample them to death on the spot.

Although there are also a number of Steel Bull Riders who have been impaled and killed by the enemy, this loss is insignificant compared to the casualties suffered by their enemies. The difference between a war horse and a steel ox is no different from the difference between an adult and a young/child. Even if the knights on the back of the steel ox were assassinated by the enemy, even if they fell off their mounts and were trampled to pulp, their combat effectiveness was not completely lost. Because the steel ox itself is a dangerous and ferocious beast. Even after losing its owner, it will still ramp enemies in front of it. On the contrary, the heavy cavalry of Ashrufat suffered very heavy losses, especially in the central part, many of which avoided the enemy's spears, but were knocked over, overturned by steel oxen, which were far stronger than war horses, and then trampled to death with men and horses.

The whole battle was so short and yet so bloody that it was almost indescribable. In the aftermath of this wave of clashes, a large number of human and horse carcasses were left at the battlering sites - in addition to the few carcasses of steel oxen. These casualties were not so much due to the bravery of the attackers as to the luck of the horses, whose spears happened to pierce the gaps in the armor of the steel oxen and penetrate into the internal organs of the beast, inflicting a fatal blow.

The remaining heavy cavalry was scattered. All Chaos battles with Chaos armor are experienced and determined warriors, but no one can maintain a strong will to fight despite such casualties. And this is not so much a battle as a one-sided massacre. The heavy cavalry scattered on both sides like a stream of water, and the officers among them tried to gather their troops and reorganize their formation, but to little avail.

Thankfully, the Knights of the Steel Bull didn't intend to chase down the scattered enemy. They took a little time to regroup, throwing the steel oxen that had lost their riders to the rear and then charging again.

If anyone could have looked down on the battlefield from a high vantage point, he would have seen that in this short and bloody engagement, the heavy cavalry, though more than twice as numerous as the enemy, had suffered a heavy defeat, with more than half of the losses, and the casualties of the Knights of the Bull, including the horseless mounts that had been thrown to the rear after the battle, did not lose even a tenth of the casualties.

In a sense, it is also fortunate that the steel cow is a creature that is difficult to catch, difficult to domesticate, and difficult to control. As a result, there are not many Bull Knights in the chaos - and most of them are used by the leaders of the tribe to show their wealth and status. If it weren't for that, it would have been impossible for Gruni to resist the invasion of Chaos for such a long time, even if Garunas was the number one wizard in the world. Because not a single southerner could hold a position in front of such a cavalry.

At this time, in the main position of Ashrufat, all the people saw how the heavy cavalry was lightly routed. After the heavy cavalry was routed, the formation of the Bull Knights had become noticeably looser, albeit after a brief period of formation. After the bloody battle just now, most of the Steel Bull Knights had fallen into a bloodthirsty frenzy, and they no longer paid attention to the officers' orders and rushed straight to the enemy regardless of a single qiē.

In front of them was a phalanx of heavy infantry from which the enemy had no cover.

The Blood Fang Lord in the rear consciously slowed down his advance. He had seen how his proud Steel Bull Knight was able to defeat the enemy's hoplites with ease, and he felt that the battle was already in his hands.

The Knights of the Steel Bull were going to, whether that Eshuruphat wanted it or not, to cut through the enemy's phalanx from the front. Then, ideally, when the main force of the Bloodfang Lord attacks the enemy's newly gathered forces from the front, the Steel Bull Knight will turn around and kill the enemy from behind. At that time, the numerical superiority will be meaningless, because a force that has just been defeated and finally gathered up is an army that is flanked by the enemy in front and rear, and it is impossible to hold on.

At that time, Ashruphat will be finished. Before his flanks could be flanked, the main frontal force would be routed. What followed was a massacre of unprecedented bloodshed......

Without magic, Tzeentch followers are nothing but a bunch of weak and incompetent waste!

As the Bloodfang Lord contemplated this bright future, he heard a roar of rage from the distant enemy camp.

"For the Father of the Plague!"