Twenty miles northeast of Jankes Town, the weeds and bushes here are very luxuriant, and the abundant rain makes the weeds and bushes here rise desperately, as if they want to turn themselves into towering trees.

Their vitality is very tenacious, even if they are cut down, they will grow back, and they will soon be restored to their original state, which is quite a bit of wildfire, and the spring breeze blows and grows again. It's summer, the rainiest time of the year, and the weeds on both sides of the road stretch out unscrupulously, covering almost the entire road, revealing only the yellow dirt less than two feet wide in the middle of the road.

The yellow dirt road, which has not yet dried, has been trampled with potholes, and there is no road appearance at all. The scout captain who was in charge of the scout in Janx Town stood up straight from the ground with a stern expression, as a veteran Thorn Clan longbow archer, the road in front of him was almost deformed, making his cautious face more and more gloomy,

Footprints of varying shades can be seen on the ground, from which the lightly armed troops of the Nord army were located, leaving quite a few light infantry shoes and even shriveled bags of dry rations in the rotting mud.

It seems that in order to catch up with the speed and pursue the suddenness of the battle, this Nord lightly armed force is really out of the way, so it is no wonder that the sentry posts arranged on the outskirts of Janex Town almost do not even have a chance to issue a warning, presumably the Nord army commander has a master who is as good at long-range shooting as himself, but he doesn't know whether to use a bow and arrow or a short-handled battle axe

Heading down the messy path, Leanke quietly poked his head out in the evening as he finally pushed his way into the target town. Brushing aside the weeds around him, he hit the front from the small dirt slope. As night fell, the fog in the mountains began to rise, and everything in front of me looked hazy.

In front of him, separated by two small dirt slopes, was the temporary camp of the Nord army, and in the dark night, the Nords lit countless bonfires, and there were many Nord mobile outposts around, and the Nords sat around the campfires in groups, and on the dirt slope on the side of the camp, Liank finally found something that interested him.

There are about 30 mysterious weapons lined up along the hillside, and there are many guards scattered around the vicinity, and in the bright moonlight, these huge weapons like pipes are dyed with a layer of silver light.

By the moonlight, Rianke was in a corner of the Rond barracks, and at the same time found the figure of the Nord officer walking back and forth, which made Rianke feel a little refreshed, and the tent opposite was in the middle of the barracks.

The doorway was wide open, and he could see the moving figures inside, but in the eyes of a sniper-skilled Thorn Tile longbowman like Lianke, the target on the opposite side was much clearer, at least he could see two of them in the Nord Banner Commander's costume, and he immediately confirmed, yes, this was indeed the main target he was looking for this time, the base camp of the Nord Fifth Legion

"Goal Confirmed Completed!"

Leanke hunched over excitedly, ran to his horse fifty meters away from here, opened the pigeon cage on the crotch of the horse, tied the sign representing the discovery of the target to the pigeon's leg, and then released it.

Twenty miles away from the town of Jankes, Varisian stood on a raised mound and looked up at the moon overhead, his hair blown by the fierce highland wind, as if looking for something on the ground, a small white dot appeared in the moonlit wheel under everyone's gaze, as if the black sky was uncovered and his agile figure was revealed

"It's our messenger pigeon!"

The excited voice of a flag commander was heard next to him, and beneath the mound, there was no end in sight to the neatly arranged armor and bayonet guns. ...,

Under the black iron helmet are resolute faces, the quiet moonlight flows down from the resolute and upright posture of the soldiers like water, and the whole 20,000 cavalry carry the pressure like a mountain, in the silence through the slaughter,

Varisian soothed the war horse under his crotch with his hand, his face looked a little absent-minded, and he didn't look back, as if he had already known the answer, his eyes were still looking at the white dots in the air that were getting closer and closer,

No one made a sound, and the air seemed to be able to hear the sound of carrier pigeons flapping their wings and landing on the shoulders of the messengers, and the sound of folding their wings, and the silent momentum of the 20,000-strong army. In the silver moonlight, like a sharp sword full of hideous murderous aura, the war horses in the front row were kicking and slapping uneasily, whispering twice, and even they were suppressed by the murderous aura bred in the silence.

"My lord, it's a signal of confirmation," the messenger took off the marker from the pigeon's leg a little nervously, and his eyes showed a hint of joy that could not be concealed.

"Order everyone to prepare!"

Varisian nodded solemnly, as the commander of the legion, he had not personally led the team to fight like this for half a year, he knew that his responsibility was heavy, but thinking that because of his own mistakes, and the soldiers of a squadron were annihilated by the Nords, he felt like he was on pins and needles, he believed that even if the Falcon Majesty knew about it afterwards, he would not be too responsible for it, this battle, if you don't take revenge, how to face the souls of the dead soldiers

The 20,000 cavalry who participated in the attack this time were all from the former Varisien Banner Regiment, and there was absolutely no problem in terms of combat effectiveness, not to mention that this time there were also ten grenadiers who were put into the battlefield for the first time, these horses were hung with wooden frames on their crotches, and each grenadier carried 20 explosive bombs, this was the first time that the troops were put into actual combat, and Varisian also hoped to be able to make this terrible weapon shock the Nords, if the Nords could be allowed to linger because of this, it was the best delaying strategy,

The fat man's original intention was to use a mixed cavalry unit to realize the original idea of the grenadier cavalry, but because the grenadier cavalry needed to carry as many small Thor bullets as possible, it was also weakened in defense, and if there was no large number of regular cavalry guards, these new cavalry, which were valuable resources, would not even be close to the enemy.

"Prepare for a surprise attack!" Varisian stopped his horse, his face was stern and he ordered to the two cavalry commanders behind him, and in the quiet of the night, there was a sound of the friction of the war knife out of the sheath, and then the surroundings fell silent, the snow bright war knife emitted a cold light in the dark night, like a layer of phosphorescence on the surface of the water, the face armor of the light cavalry had been put down, and under the metal armor, only a pair of blood-red eyes were revealed,

Because they often have to face dense gunformations in front of the enemy, and the seemingly useless face armor,] WW can actually protect the cavalry from being pierced in the head with a single shot, and the hard iron mask can protect the nose, which can improve the front face attack of the cavalry against slashing weapons.

20,000 cavalry like a long black line, suddenly emerged from the forest outside the town of Janex, and then quickly rushed towards the barracks outside the town of Janex, the ground was trembling violently, just when the Nords ran out of their respective tents in a daze, the falcon cavalry in the front row had already quickly crossed the gate of the Nord army camp

"Kill!"

The shining Samar sword was cut off from the head with boundless killing intent, the war horse flashed like a galloping lightning, the frightened and puzzled human heads of the Nord soldiers flew into the air, and the chest cavity of the lost head rained like arrows.

The assault array of falcon cavalry plunged directly into the front of the Nord barracks, as if a demon spirit suddenly appeared in the night, the gloomy and pitch-black wings stretched out silently, and the sound of dry and piercing horses' hooves rolled like thunder, and they swept through the hundreds of tents in front like a whirlwind. ...,

One after another hooks were thrown out of the hands of the black-armored cavalry who were speeding by, with a loud bang, sawdust flew, more than a dozen horizontal logs were withdrawn by a strong force, and the wooden fence was cut into several pieces by dozens of galloping war horses, and then a large number of black cavalry who followed up poured in like a tide, the horse's hooves flew, the hooks of the war horses removed the tent, and the flying horse's hooves stepped directly on the Nord soldiers who were still resting,

The patrol of the camp was obviously frightened, and looked at the black cavalry that was attacking like a mountain of seas, and did not even shout the alarm, but shouted like ducks being driven. Flee in all directions

Ignition!Ignition!Burn these bastards!" Varisian didn't expect it to be so smooth, and hurriedly shouted excitedly, pulling out a hook from the weapon trough of the horse's cross, and throwing it at the brazier lit by the tent, "Smack." The brazier was dragged and rolled on the ground by the galloping war horses, and the splashing flames quickly ignited the tents around them, and the night wind burst out, and the mountain passes on the side of the town were even more windy, and the flames were whirring upward, and the whole camp was like a lit torch, and the hula was burning into a sea of fire

"It's on fire, it's on fire!" the sleeping Nord soldiers in the camp resemble ants that have been turned over. Ran out of the tent in a hurry, only to meet the rising falcon cavalry, which was quickly drowned out by the black cavalry rushing by, and the sound of horses' hooves resounded throughout the land,

The scattered torches and the wood of the campfires were struck and set fire to the other tents,

The red flames quickly grew in the howling night wind, almost staining half of the sky! In the raging firelight, the enemies who were scurrying like rats, almost densely packed with black and crushed human heads, there were 230,000 people, panic and panic made them trample each other. There are burning tents everywhere,

'Kill, not a single one will be left!'

Varisien slashed down an enemy who stood in his way, and rushed in from the right with a squad of light cavalry -- like a hurricane, it stepped over the routs in all directions. The sword light fell, the blood splattered, leaving the corpses one by one,

The sound of whirring flames drowned out the sound of the horse's rumbling hooves, and a Nord soldier who was pounding the flames with a tree branch felt the ground shake, and turned his head in surprise, a shining knife light slashed through his throat, and his head flew into the air with eyes open in disbelief.