Soon, the knights who rushed forward were swallowed up by the continuous rain of arrows.
Even if a person can bear it, without horse armor, a larger horse will be a target.
After losing their mobility, the knights could only desperately hold up their small shields and form a small circular formation to survive. Unfortunately, no matter how large the kite-shaped shields used by the cavalry were, they could not protect them from all directions.
It just so happened that these nomads’ mounted archers had two pots of arrows on their backs...
Twenty minutes later, the last knight fell, announcing the defeat of the Church of Light and Night in the second round.
Because the opponent was almost completely victorious, this time the pressure came on, the balance had already tipped forty-five degrees.
Mark, who was watching the battle from a distance, had almost no expression on his face. The mounted archers of the nomads were inherently inferior to the short-handed conventional cavalry. Before the advent of crossbows with overwhelming range or the English longbow, mounted archers in the field were almost invincible.
solution.
In the history of the earth, Attila the Hun conquered most of Europe by relying on this method.
"Asshole! The next battle will be with iron weapons! Let's look at us destroying him!" Without Lonnie's mobilization, the high-ranking knights and great knights behind him started clamoring for orders to participate in the next battle.
If the law allows the use of iron weapons, this means that crossbows with many metal parts can be used.
"Guess whether the Samsara Knights were in the same situation as us?"
Mark's words were like pouring cold water on their heads, making them wake up. The balance in the distance that was about to topple was like the Sword of Damocles hanging around everyone's neck. They had lost two games in a row.
The frustration and the threat of imminent annihilation made the knights' nerves go to the extreme.
Regardless of whether this is a trap or not, the Knights have no retreat.
Abner glanced at the scale and made a hypothesis: "This is probably... a best-of-five game, right?"
Mark curled his lips: "Then you can guess again, what is the final score of the Samsara Knights?"
Anthony narrowed his eyes: "I know Barak, the leader of that Samsara Knights. That guy is barely at Sequence 5, and his ability to lead troops is pretty good."
If it can be rated as okay by a judge, it really can't be said to be bad.
If everyone extrapolates according to Mark's thinking, it is easy to come to the conclusion that the Samsara Knights are probably like them. They were caught off guard. By the time they reacted, it was already the third game. When it came time to win,
Failure to win means destruction. It can be imagined that the Samsara Sect must have gone all out in the third game.
Judge Tony reminded: "Wait a minute! Listen to those people in Boliva, Gu Xin was only Sequence 6 before!?"
Everyone immediately grasped the key point. Gusin was most likely promoted after killing Balak.
So...
Captain Lonnie spat on the ground: "The bastard Gusin deliberately let the Knights of Samsara off in the third round when they were strong, and then used their strength to win the fourth round, ending this duel on the laws of [war] in the other world ahead of schedule."
Mark closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds. When he opened his eyes again, he looked around at everyone: "If my calculation is correct, Extraordinary power will definitely be released in the fifth round. The battle of Extraordinaries is in this world itself."
Part of the war. Gusin, who has won two games, will definitely sit in the last round. Then the question is what the fourth game will be."
Mark had a vague guess, but it was difficult to say it out loud because it would be a huge slap in the face of the knights.
Mark glanced at the hourglass, which still had two-thirds of the 'sand' in the air, and changed his words: "Please leave the third battle to the experts who are best at pure cold weapon duels without divine support."
Captain Lonnie's eyebrows jumped.
As a powerful knight of light, the biggest key to being able to sit in this position is that he is pious enough and the power of light is strong enough. If you separate his magic and extraordinary power, he is not the strongest.
Judge Anthony was sensitive to this, and he smiled: "What a coincidence! My combat style prefers to use cold weapons to attack head-on. If Lord Lonnie can trust me, how about leaving this battle to me?"
Lonnie's eyes glanced at several strong men, and after receiving affirmative nods from everyone, he gave in: "Finney is my deputy commander, and he will lead the troops to cooperate with you."
"good!"
The third game began, and it turned out to be a typical Iron Age cold weapon showdown just as the light and night parties expected.
Both sides, with 1,000 men each, launched a fierce attack on this plain.
This time, the Fighting Knights did not let victory slip away.
The opponent still sent out mounted archers, but this time the Bright Knights had foot-operated crossbows with a range of up to 300 meters. This kind of giant crossbow, which requires a person's full strength to kick the bow string, is second only to the bed crossbow.
When a foot-operated crossbow with an outrageous range is paired with a heavy crossbow that requires a winch to pull the string, and a retinue crossbowman who is good at shooting, it becomes a mounted archer's nightmare.
Even if their recurve bows were stretched to the limit, they could not shoot beyond a hundred meters.
A hail of arrows hit their hoods, and the cavalry archers fell like wheat.
This time, the guardian knights let out a fierce breath and greeted them with long-range shots. After shooting almost all the arrows, they found that the opponent had some heavy armored infantry with large tower shields who refused to take crossbow arrows.
So under the leadership of Judge Anthony, they launched a terrible heavy cavalry group charge, and were stunned to kill one person and suffered an outrageous battle loss of 32 to 1,000.
The third team won a big victory without sending the absolute main force, and Lonnie's face looked much better.
The only depressing thing is that even though they have won the battle, the victorious side is still transported away by the mysterious power of the other world and lands on the huge scale tray made of clouds and mist.
Lonnie noticed that the comrades on the tray were fine and they were waving to him from a distance. However, even if the person who had fought had won, he would be kicked out of the battle.
Lonnie was surprised and happy to see the scale slowly balancing but tilting slightly towards the opposite side.
I'm happy that I managed to get back in the game, and I'm surprised that Mark really got it right.
"The fourth round, to whom?" The battlefield in front of me is still quiet, and the hourglass in the sky in the distance continues to drop 'sand', waiting for the Guardian Knights to send out the candidates for the fourth round.
At this moment, Mark laughed: "What tactics do you, the Guardian Knights, not know how to practice?"
"Hmph!" Lonnie said proudly: "There is no fighting method that we don't practice. From bare-handed combat to cold weapons, to crossbows, to rifles, from plains to mountains, from deserts to snowy mountains, from..."
As he talked, Lonnie could no longer play.
He finally discovered his biggest blind spot - the other party was clearly planning a war. It seemed like it had always been the case, but it never said it could only be fought on land!
Beads of sweat as big as soybeans slid down Lonnie's stiff face.
Mark did not mock the proud leader of the knights. The leader has done a good job, but the limitations of the times make it impossible for him to have a special warfare thinking that transcends the times.
Mark didn't say any more. He was waiting for the subsequent effects, and he would see them soon.
Lonnie is not a fool. He immediately realized the biggest weakness of his army: not good at naval combat!
For thousands of years, the orthodox church has established a rule that the sea is the territory of the Lord of Storms. It is not that other churches cannot go to the sea, but crossing the sea can only be a process. If you really want to bypass the Lord of Storms to practice the navy, you will cause such trouble.
An irritable god doesn't like it, and will start a divine war if he doesn't do well.
There is no doubt that since humans extended their activities to the sea, naval battles have become an essential part of war. Not to mention the Kingdom of Bolivar, which relies on the sea for its livelihood.
As long as they keep their feet on the ground, they, the Guardian Knights, have nothing to fear.
When it comes to naval battles, besides joining gangs, what else can they do?
Because the magic is so powerful that it can even block incoming cannonballs, the result is that the Knights of War have no other cannons except a few heavy cannons for siege. This time, because they knew that Bolivar did not have a castle, they countered the rebellion.
There was no need for a siege, so I just brought four 6-pound cannons over as a token token.
Lonnie immediately corrected his attitude: "Please give me some advice, sir."
"It's okay! It just so happens that Mr. Lane under me used to be a Storm War Festival..." Mark waved, and the burly red-haired hunk Lane came up with his Storm team.
"I am Renn, but I am no longer in the Church of Storms. I just work for my master, Mark." Renn patted his exaggerated pectoralis major carelessly.
Lonnie took a look. Well, they are definitely those grumpy old men at sea.
Abner smoothed things over: "Then Sir Lonnie will lend you two large armies of knights?"
Before Lonnie could say anything, Mark said: "Be careful and mix it up! No matter how strong the storm type is, they are not weak as infantry, but if we don't bring horses, we will really be attacked."
Lonnie nodded.
Mark turned around and handed Conrad a monocular telescope: "I will lend you this treasure first."
In the mental circuit, Mark carefully taught Conrad how to use it.
Sure enough, when the last cloud of sand in the hourglass fell.
The thousand mixed troops who came out immediately let out a cry of surprise.
water!
Eyes full of water!
One second they were still on the plain.
The next second they fell into the sea.
The heavy horse armor dragged the horse straight down. The heavily armored Knight of Light was also panicked. Even if they were told that they might encounter a naval battle, they thought they would appear on a ship at most, and who knows, they would fall directly into the water.
?
The Storm Son, who is good at swimming, plays his greatest role at this time.
Like nimble fish, they shuttled through the chaotic sea, quickly approaching each person who fell into the water, and cutting off the laces of their armor.
A heavily armored knight cannot even take off his heavy armor without the help of his followers.
With just a few clicks, the armor that originally protected them became the culprit that drowned them.
Relatively speaking, the retinue was much better. They did not wear heavy armor and only carried sidearms and a set of leather armor. Their condition was the best.
The knight who can be sent to Boliva Island is naturally good at water.
Although they were a little panicked, they still followed Ren's command and began to swim towards the three large ships that had anchored in the sea.
Until this moment, Captain Lonnie, who was watching the battle, was still livid.
"Despicable! So despicable!"
If Mark hadn’t reminded him that he really sent a large number of heavily armored marines over, wouldn’t they all be wiped out upon entering!?——
ps: The weather has changed suddenly and I caught a cold. There will be no next update tonight. Let’s wait until noon tomorrow.