The nameless village was quickly plunged into flames by the orc grenadiers. Pungent wood tar leaked from the broken pottery bottles, and the fire spread quickly.
The knight master of Broken Bridge City demolished the entire village and piled up a circular defense line with wood. They were old wood, loose, porous and extremely dry. Once they were poured with oil and burned, they immediately turned into a wall of red flames. The heat
pressing.
No matter what Kyle Holden thought, the village was completely unbearable. Without him shouting orders, knights were already galloping to the stables, leading their horses and rushing out.
As for whether it is a counterattack against the enemy in Cold Wind City, I don't know. For gentlemen, face is naturally important, but life is not as important.
Furthermore, the Lord of the City shouted louder, and in the chaotic situation, the only people who could hear his voice were the few people within a dozen meters around him.
Even if the knights who are far away hear it, they have to pretend not to hear it. It is better to leave the fire scene as soon as possible. This is the dilemma of command. The bigger and more chaotic the scene, the fewer people will follow the order.
The Cold Wind City Infantry Regiment was much calmer. They blocked the only road out of the village and occupied favorable terrain. As the commander, Mahan returned to his command post and ordered the three infantry battalions to advance together.
Several scattered war horses quickly rushed out of the small village with flames blazing into the sky. The knight on the horse turned around in front of the approaching spear array and had to retreat quickly to avoid its sharp edge.
It's just that there are hundreds of people in three battalions, lined up in a wide enough front, and it's not that easy to hide when they are advancing step by step.
Some knights screamed strangely and activated magic items. Flames shot out from their palms and hit a soldier in the front row in the face.
The force field formed by the 'Shield' spell blocked it for a moment, but was quickly neutralized. Ordinary helmets had no ability to block magical attacks. The soldiers who were hit screamed and fell, their faces beyond recognition.
But Rulin's spear did not stop because of this and continued to move forward.
Another army wizard from Broken Bridge City walked out of the fire, preparing to release fireball spells at the infantry array. Just as he tore open the scroll in his hand, the scream of sharp arrows suddenly came.
A pea-sized hot fireball appeared on the fingertips of the accompanying wizard, but before it could be released, the enchanted arrow penetrated his invisible protective arcana, broke through the magic armor, and penetrated his body.
The scorching fireball lost control in an instant and exploded, forming a sea of fire with a diameter of more than ten meters. The explosion directly shattered the accompanying wizard who cast the spell, and also affected nearby knights.
The heat wave of the fireball technique surged forward, and the advancing heavy infantry felt the white light was dazzling and the heat was unbearable. Their pace stopped as a result, and the officer behind them immediately ordered the entire team to stand still, take a short rest, and then move forward again.
More and more knights rushed out of the village, blocking the road at the entrance of the village. Some knights had nowhere to go, so they could only activate their own protection and bump into sharp spears.
The wooden shafts of the spears were bent and broken during the impact, and crackling sounds continued one after another. Some infantrymen could not withstand the impact and fell down in rows. Some of them were seriously injured and either vomited blood or died on the spot.
But the three rows of spears were quite densely packed. The front row fell on top of the back row, and one broke on top of the one next to it. Although the temporary enchantment on the spear head only lasted a few minutes, it could penetrate heavy armor within a few minutes.
Even if some nobles have rich families and wear magical armor with multiple layers of protection that cannot be penetrated by ordinary enchanted spear heads, the horses under their crotches will always be in bad luck.
When the spear head is stabbed forward, there will be an unstoppable bleeding hole in the horse's neck, and the blood will gush out from the reserved bleeding slot. No matter how strong the horse is, it will be unbearable in pain and will kick its hooves back.
But no matter what, a dozen noble knights rushed out in a clattering team and launched a collision to protect their own glory.
The leader was the Lord of Hedun of Broken Bridge City. He wore armor with a giant shield and family crest, held high a heavy sword with a light blade, and came out with overwhelming fury.
This encounter was too embarrassing, and I couldn't kill a few enemies to wash away the shame.
A row of heavy infantry tried to intercept, but the heavy sword in the city lord's hand fell head-on. Its light blade suddenly rose several meters, like cutting a melon, splitting the several infantrymen holding spears in half in half.
This blow was so powerful that the blood of the dead and wounded was splashed down.
Lord Holden's team did not make any stops and rushed out through the opened gap. The light-edged heavy sword in his hand slashed left and right, unmatched by anyone, and he roared loudly: "For the glory of the family, follow us.
I impact!"
Several wizards accompanying the army were finally able to show off their abilities, unleashing a dozen arcane spells, fireballs, ice picks, etc. as if they were free of charge.
Under the rumbling scene, more and more heavy infantry fell, and the gap in the battle line naturally became wider and wider. The leading city lord looked back, and even felt the joy of turning defeat into victory.
It turns out that this group of heavy infantry is not that strong.
If I attack decisively earlier, attack their backs earlier..., if I gather more knights..., if I am willing to pay a little more price...
The Lord of Halton City was thinking excitedly on horseback when Hall, the personal guard beside him, suddenly stepped forward on his horse, guarded him and shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, be careful."
Horse hooves sounded like thunder in the darkness, and a group of light cavalry rushed out.
The leading cavalry looked unremarkable. The opponent was fast and courageous, and his armor didn't seem to be thick. At most, he was wielding a heavy sword in his hand and looked quite powerful.
Hall's warning was shouted out, and the 'Mediocre' guy on the opposite side shouted 'War Trample', doubled his speed again, and the sword fell with a cold light.
Hall was ugly as hell, and he was always fierce in Broken Bridge City. Everyone was afraid of him. But at this moment, the opponent's sword didn't care whether he was ugly or beautiful, and cut off half of his head with a head-on strike.
The thick iron helmet worn by Hall only made a clanging sound and failed to provide any barrier. His head was gone, and even his shoulders were removed. He was half-stretched to sit on the horse and ran forward for several meters before falling sideways.
This powerful sword was originally aimed at Kyle Holden. The attendant's warning gave him about half a second to dodge, and he barely managed to avoid this ferocious blow that was overwhelming.
Hall's death was not the end. The hostile leader of the light cavalry was unyielding. Unable to hit Kyle Holden, he rushed into the middle of the knight masters behind him.
Several wizards accompanying the army had just used their power to kill many heavy infantrymen, and in the blink of an eye they encountered the God of Death approaching.
In just one breath, a wizard was split in half, another wizard was hit in the head by an adamantine shuttle. There was also a priest who tried to cast a spell to intimidate him, but was forced into his brain by a sudden mental shock, and became an idiot on the spot.
The following light cavalry yelled wildly, following closely like a gust of wind, and the blade blew past like a wind wheel, killing the knights by surprise.
The Lord of Holden rode a horse and rushed out for a distance. Looking back, he saw that only a few of his men could follow him. The others were either intercepted or blocked back, and most of them were brutally attacked and hacked to death.
Because it is difficult to turn when a horse is accelerating, the group of light cavalry, led by the leader, passed through the gap in the queue and ran to chase the other knights from Broken Bridge City who heard the response.
The leader of the Qingqi captured whoever he caught, bumped whoever he hit, and cut down whoever he bumped into. He was covered in blood and was as brave as a dragon or a tiger. There was no one under his command who could match him. The morale of the men behind him was greatly boosted, and they were invincible.
Holden and others seemed to have broken out of the infantry encirclement, but they were all shocked—didn't they agree that the enemy would not have heavy cavalry? Who is this guy running rampant? He is heavier than any heavy cavalry!
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