Sack's group failed to attack and had to turn in front of the forest of spears. Hall's group followed behind and were fifty meters away to ensure the safety of the front companions.
But in such a helpless situation, a group of light cavalry quickly inserted themselves between the two groups of men and horses, waving their cavalry swords and passing through in an extremely arrogant manner, inflicting heavy casualties on more than 20 elite heavy cavalry.
It was not that Hall, who was in charge of protection, didn't want to save him. When Sack was about to be cut off, his own dozen or so men also faced threats - a group of light cavalry also flashed out of the darkness brandishing their sabers.
Hall and others still retained their speed. As soon as they saw the enemy appearing, they were ready to attack, so they naturally ignored Sark in front. However, the light cavalry on the opposite side had no intention of confronting them head-on. They turned around and retreated easily.
In less than a minute, the two groups of light cavalry completed a perfect coordination in the dark.
As a result, Sack's heavy cavalry was defeated, and Sack himself was even shot in the vest by an arrow from his opponent in front of Hall, causing him to fall off his horse.
The collapsed heavy cavalry lost their formation and ran in all directions.
Hall had to protect his own personnel and fled back to the unknown village. When he saw his city lord, he had to kneel down with guilt, shook his head with a sullen face and said: "Your Excellency, we failed to defeat the enemy. Sark is also dead."
Kyle Holden had no time to pay attention to Sark's death. He stared bitterly at the darkness outside the village, his mind very confused.
Because in just a moment, the sound of military drums outside the village became louder and louder, accompanied by the sound of sonorous and powerful footsteps advancing.
Infantry, you can tell by this sound that they are heavy infantry with at least several hundred people.
As long as the nobles have some money, they will not choose to be infantry. They like to ride high on the horse, which is majestic and handsome, and has greater combat effectiveness.
If that noble family could only stand on the ground and fight with others, they would be laughed to death.
But now, Kyle Holden wonders if he should regret it?
Victor Hugo is obviously a wolf. The nobles in the North refer to him as the "Monster of the Black Forest", but they despise him in their hearts. Why do they treat him like a fat sheep?
Kyle Holden felt that his preparations for the war in the past few months were appropriate, but the purpose of preparing for the war was obviously wrong. He should not think about going to Cold Wind City to take advantage, but to prevent the opponent from coming.
But now I can't help it if I'm wrong.
The small village in the wild is not large. All the houses that can be demolished have been demolished, and the fortification lines that can be constructed have also been built. More than two hundred noble knights from Broken Bridge City are in their respective positions, waiting for their opponents to come and fight.
"Next, the enemy should have infantry, and there should be a lot of them. But we can use fireball to blast them first."
The Lord of the City gritted his teeth and gave orders to the wizards accompanying the army. He also rubbed the ring on his finger, thinking that he would definitely deal a harsh blow to his opponent later.
The dozen wizards and priests who accompanied the army nodded. They had prepared various arcane and divine spells, as well as various destructive spells, waiting for the enemy to come to their death.
For example, 'stone wall', 'greasy', 'slow', whether it is cavalry or infantry, spellcasters always have a variety of ways to deal with them.
The footsteps outside the village were getting closer and louder. The atmosphere on the battlefield was naturally becoming more and more tense. The wizards took out several powerful scrolls from their pockets, ready to cast spells at any time.
A loud and hoarse order came from the dark wind, "Everyone is here, stand at attention, form a team. The grenadiers are out, ready to throw hot glue."
He paused neatly and stopped about fifty meters away. This distance was neither far nor close. Bows and arrows could reach it, but they were not powerful enough and were not accurate in the dark. The caster had no advantage at all at this distance.
Outside the village, all three infantry battalions of Cold Wind City appeared. A dense mass of spears pointed in the direction of the village. The soldiers with heavy armor and helmets breathed heavily and stared at the bonfire in the village not far away.
Under the firelight, one could see the fortifications hastily built with rotten wooden boards as the main materials, as well as the tall and tall enemy knight behind the fortifications.
Those are usually arrogant nobles. When common people see them, they must retreat to the roadside and lower their heads to show respect. Otherwise, if they make a slight mistake, they will be easily blamed.
Now, the noble men are hiding in the village, staring with unspeakable eyes at the big soldiers outside who challenge their authority, status and even their lives.
They are all big-headed soldiers with mud-legged backgrounds. What are they holding in their hands? Just the cheapest spears.
What is rebellion?
This is!
In the face of life and death, all living beings are equal. There is no difference between nobility and lowliness.
"Soldiers." A clear voice sounded in the darkness, "I am Victor Hugo. I hope you remember this moment. This is your first actual combat, and it will also be a battle that will be recorded in history.
When you are old one day, you can tell your children and grandchildren about tonight's battle. Tell them that you once followed a great commander and launched an attack on the corrupt and shameful so-called nobility."
Following these words, a dozen large boxes were transported from the carriage behind. The people carrying the boxes were all stout orcs. They opened the boxes behind the queue of spear infantry and took out the fired pottery bottles from the densely packed hay.
The orcs first carefully opened the seal of the pottery bottle, put on a fire ignition strip and lit it. The cloth strips used as fuses whirled on fire in the night wind, like oil lamps.
After all preparations were completed, under the command of a specialized grenadier officer, the orcs, whose strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, threw the ignited clay bottle in their hands with all their strength.
These 2.0 version of 'Fire Glue' showed their power when attacking the Winter Hall. Although it is not safe enough, it is cheap enough. Zhou Qingfeng, who owns a wood retort kiln, ordered the mass production and stockpiling of this weapon.
Throwing half a kilogram of pottery bottles fifty meters was easy for the orcs. A squad of orc grenadiers threw twelve of them, and the burning ignition cloth drew a bright trajectory in the air and fell with a whoosh.
The knight guarding the village was still waiting for the opponent's infantry or cavalry to charge directly to his death, and the wizard accompanying the army was still thinking of having a barbecue with fireballs and the like.
Unexpectedly, the enemy on the opposite side was far more ruthless than ordinary opponents when it came to playing with fire.
No matter what the flying fire point was, Kyle Holden always felt it was a threat and subconsciously ordered the archer behind him, "Shoot those things."
The archers of Broken Bridge City were also unequivocal and fired a wave of arrows in a row. Their shots were quite accurate, hitting three ignited clay bottles in the dark night.
The hit pottery bottles immediately shattered, and the wood tar inside immediately spread out. Some shattered and fell into the open space outside the village, setting off a fire. Others fell into the village, as if a wave of tar liquid had been spread.
drop.
As for the pottery vase that was not hit, the location of the impact was different, but from far and near, it was still burning brightly with the nameless village as the center.
After only being exposed to such a wave, the knights were filled with endless fear. They knew that they could not hold on anymore - more than two hundred people were crowded into a small village. At best, it was called a high density of troops. At worst, everyone was roasted together.
pig.
The pottery bottles were thrown very fast. The orc grenadiers on the opposite side had enough strength to throw one, and then another.
The whirring pottery bottles kept flying up to the sky. At first, they had to put fire-proof strips in them and light them, but later they were simply thrown away.
Because there are already fires everywhere in the village, you don’t have to worry about not being able to catch them when you land.
As soon as the raging fire burned, the besieged village immediately began to be in chaos. The knights subconsciously gathered in the direction of their city lord, hoping to get some protection or get an idea.
But everyone quickly understood a truth - do you gather together to seek death? Disperse quickly!
The fire points kept falling, and the more than 200 nobles all looked up, hoping to estimate where they would hit and move away. If it was a face-to-face fight with swords and guns, they could still hold on. But now no one is willing to stand still.
Wait for the fire to burn.
Kyle Holden's attendant raised his head, grabbed his shield, and blocked the head of his city lord. He himself opened his mouth, not knowing how to command at all.
The wizards and priests accompanying the army made various battle scenarios, but they never expected that they would encounter such endless pottery bottles flying from the air.
Now how to do?
Chapter completed!