vs 10: Fear

This distance should be close to the range of the musket. Ashrufat thought as he let the horse gallop at full strength.

He was well aware of the power of the musket, which, although slow to fire, troublesome to reload, and occasionally explode, had far more piercing power than a bow and arrow. Very little armor could withstand the fire of muskets.

"Master, please cover your face with a shield. A shot in the body isn't fatal, but a shot in the head is dangerous. ”

Carrie's warning came to mind, but Ashruphat resisted the urge to cover his head with a shield.

In the distance, the gray hounds can be seen. They seemed to be prepared and did not panic at all about the arrival of the knights. The soldiers in front of them were moving in an orderly manner. Ashrufat knew that they would soon retreat, and that a whole row of black holes of guns would be exposed in the enemy's formation.

The volley of more than eight hundred musketeers was enough to inflict heavy casualties on the knights. If you're unlucky, maybe a third of the knights will die on the spot. The rest of the knights would also lose their formation, so they rushed in in a mess to face the enemy's neatly formed halberds. In the end, he was overwhelmed by the halberd hand with a numerical advantage.

Eshuruphat seemed to smell a hint of blood. But he immediately perked up and threw aside these ominous imaginary images. Thomas couldn't have made such a stupid mistake!, he told himself. A person like that would never let his subordinates die!

The enemy did not shoot.

But it's worse than shooting. This speaks of the fact that the enemy's musketeers were highly trained and that the enemy's commanders were very calm. In front of the knight who charged at high speed, the musketeer had only one chance of firing. Since there is only one chance, it is better to get the knight closer and shoot. This will cause more damage.

The enemy's formation was in turmoil. The soldiers stopped and looked at the knights who were roaring and charging. They didn't retreat neatly backwards. The knight's horse galloped and quickly approached the enemy. And the muzzle of the black hole hole of the greyhounds did not appear. Instead, their soldiers became confused, and some turned around and fled.

Suddenly, Ashruphat discovered something incredible. The greyhounds were not prepared to face the knight's charge at all. Now there was no danger before the knight, no muskets, no neat halberd guidelines, nothing. There are only chaotic, crowded enemies with each other.

The knights chanted slogans, and with lightning speed, with the momentum of thunder, they struck fiercely at the battle array of the gray hounds.

The cavalry spear exerted terrible lethality. The moment the wooden barrel snapped, Ashrufat found that his spear had pierced three enemies. And his results were very mediocre, not even worth mentioning: the knights to his right and left had pierced four, and the few farther away even pierced five or six with a single blow. The enemies pushed each other in panic, gathered so tightly that they became the best targets for the knights.

This was only the first blow, and half of the enemy had already been killed by the knight's spear. No one can endure such a blow, not even a battle-hardened mercenary. In the next moment, the greyhounds dropped their weapons, turned around and ran. The knights drew their swords, battle axes, flails, or war hammers, and pursued them closely.

In order to escape, the defeated army instinctively rushed to the nearest friendly army for protection. But this instinctive, uncontrollable behavior became a suicidal act. The defeated soldiers impulsed the other phalanxes that had not yet wavered. Losing its tight formation, the second phalanx was defeated by the overwhelming attacks of the knights who followed.

The knights pursued the defeated and rushed into the musketeers.

The musket, which could pose a major threat to the knight, did not play any role at this time. What could be done? The belligerents were so entangled that if the musketeers had fired, the bullets would have been far more lethal to their own men than to the knights. The enemy could watch as the knights rushed in with their own rout, cutting down the musketeers in droves like wheat.

The enemies are so dense that it's impossible for every blow to miss. Heavy axe hammers or flails can be terrifyingly lethal in such situations, and flesh and blood fly everywhere they go, and Ashrufat's longsword is far inferior in this kind of melee. He can only chop down and impale one enemy per hit. But even if he did, he forgot how many enemies he had killed. He knew firsthand what a defeated army was a group of weak enemies. The greyhounds dropped their weapons and ran for flight in front of his sword, but none dared to turn back and fight back. And he didn't have to worry about anything, he just had to wield his weapons and hack them to death one by one.

In fact, the whole battle was as if the knights were slaughtering on one side. Groups of enemies cried and crumbled in front of their horses and fled. This is especially true for musketeers. Because they only have muskets in their hands that can be used as sticks. In vain they used sticks against knights armed to the teeth, and then they were slashed or trampled under their horses in hordes.

The knights' progress was so fast, so fast, that the archers, who had just arrived at the front line, had nothing to do. If they shoot, it is likely to hurt the knights instead. So they simply stopped, aimed at the rout of the enemy, who had been completely routed, scurrying like headless flies, and fired a few arrows at random.

The militia also rushed up. Eliminate any suspense at the end of the battle.

Due to the narrowness of the road, the routed enemy had to flee back along the same route they had taken into the valley. These defeated troops, desperate to escape for their lives, dispersed all remaining enemies that were still organized. This made it completely impossible to reorganize the ragged soldiers and return them to the battle. The militiamen took advantage of the situation to cover up and beat the water dogs. This further intensified the enemy's rout.

In order to run faster, the greyhounds drop their weapons, armor, shields, and everything else that can reduce their weight. The crying father and the mother fled backwards. The militiamen, on the other hand, excitedly pursued and killed the enemy, who had no power to fight back, in order to reap a remarkable credit for themselves. The entire mountain road was littered with the corpses of greyhounds, lying face down and wounded on their backs.

Now the knights have nothing to do. The outcome of this battle has been decided, and there is no longer any suspense. Some of them were mixed in with the militia and continued to hunt down the fleeing enemy. The other part did nothing to clean up the battlefield and escort the prisoners. The greyhounds who did not escape in time had lost the will to fight, and they dropped their weapons and cried out in groups to surrender to the knights.

And the archers went one step further and began to search for loot for themselves on the corpses.

Thomas looked at the sky, it was noon, much earlier than he had expected.

At dusk, the feast of victory was being prepared in the camp. After the great victory, the army of St. Jean is gathering to drink and celebrate today's great victory. On the one hand, this victory was so brilliant and thorough, and on the other hand, it was so relaxed and comfortable, that everyone couldn't help but be filled with joy.

Today, the main force of the Greyhound Knights is destroyed in one fell swoop. There is not one gray dog in ten who can escape. In particular, a pursuit force made up of trainee knights. Led by Sir Lane, the Cadet Knights pursued the Greyhound defeat and eventually took the greatest credit, cutting off the head of the enemy commander.

When the victory dinner began, the whole camp was jubilant. A lot of cattle and sheep were captured in the Greyhound camp, and now it is just right to reward the warriors after the victory. The militiamen had dinner in the camp outside, and the knights were in the center. But whoever you are can now enjoy the food and wine that followed the victory.

The knights held their glasses and recounted their heroic deeds, while laughing and discussing the ridiculous appearance of the ghosts crying wolves when the enemy was defeated. Everyone knew that today's battle was almost won by the knights alone. A single assault on the knights caused the rout of the enemy's entire battle line. By the time the militia entered the war, the outcome had already been decided.

"Mistress Thomas has arrived. The master of ceremonies sang the name of the last person to enter the venue. The knights immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted their commander.

"Cheers to General Thomas's health!" I don't know who shouted. But the sound was immediately recognized by everyone, and there was a brief silence in the banquet hall, except for the sound of gurgling and drinking.

Thomas's presence caused the climax of the banquet. However, Thomas himself did not stay long before leaving. This didn't cause much of a problem. Because everyone knows that Master Thomas is over eighty years old, he no longer has the energy to drink and have fun with young people all night.

Thomas sat alone in his chair.

All the retinue, heralds, and even the personal guards had already gone to the feast. Now there is only Thomas in the big tent of the Chinese army. He lay on a chair without armor, his head facing the ceiling of the tent, motionless. But he didn't fall asleep either, because his breathing was even and powerful, and his eyes were open.

Footsteps were heard.

"Ashrufat?" Thomas didn't even look up. "Why don't you drink with other people? I remember you drank a lot. ”

"I don't like to drink. Ashrufat replied. Alcohol stimulates the body and brain of an ordinary person, it can make people feel high, but it does not work for him. No matter how much he drinks, he won't feel irritated. He really didn't think there was anything good about wine.

"Hehe, okay then, it's okay to chat with me, an old man. I'm so scared that I can't sleep. ”

"Lady Thomas, you ......" Thomas's words left Ashrufat dumbfounded. They defeated the greyhounds almost effortlessly today, and all the casualties of the knights and militia combined were less than three hundred. The Greyhound was almost completely wiped out, and even the generals were killed in the later pursuit. According to others, throughout the battle, Thomas was calm and calm, and it was obvious that he knew that he would win. So when the results were reported at the end of the day, Thomas didn't see any extra excitement on his face. Even when Ryan presented the head of the enemy's general, he only smiled faintly, and then had the head taken and buried. This even upset Sir Lane.

And Thomas was saying that he was scared? He was a little skeptical that his ears were hallucinating.

"Even though I tried to pretend to be calm, I was scared. I'm afraid I'll make a mistake in judgment and send you all to your death. I am afraid that I will fail the trust of the king and princess and let the great cause of restoration fail. I'm even more afraid that I'll die in the chaos if I'm not careful. I'm old, but I'm still scared of death. ”

"What are you talking about!" Ashruphat immediately realized that Thomas was not drinking enough, and that the two drinks he had drunk today had made him drunk.

Thomas suddenly turned his head and smiled at him. It was a sober smile. He sighed.

"Ashorufat, we all have to be in awe of war. ”