"Sir, our army's front line has begun to collapse!"
The shouts of the guards made Fergal wake up from a dream as he stood there.
Seeing the soldiers being trampled by the heavy cavalry like weeds, Fergal threw his helmet to the ground with red eyes and punched himself hard on the cheek.
The Ulster man's natural bloody spirit finally allowed him to regain his fighting spirit after a brief period of absence.
"Commander! Shoot the loud arrows!" Fergal ordered loudly while taking the weapon handed by the guard: "Supervise the team to come forward! Those who retreat, kill! Those who surrender to the enemy, kill! Those who do not obey orders, kill!"
An arrow with a whistle attached to it rose into the air, making a sharp and harsh whistle.
Dozens of fleeing soldiers were killed on the battlefield. Their screams and blood immediately shocked all the soldiers who retreated.
"Shame! Shame on Ulster!" Fergal rode forward and shouted to all the soldiers in the front line: "A thousand Ulstermen were scared away by twenty-eight cavalry! Yours
Where is your courage? Where is your oath?! I see only cowardice! From now on, whoever dares to take a step back will be punished by the whole family for surrendering to the enemy!"
After killing the deserters and shocking people's hearts, the Ulster people's military morale gradually stabilized, and Fergal also began to turn his attention to the heavy cavalry in the formation.
This group of knights, who seemed to have descended from the sky, launched an unprecedented charge and actually penetrated three square formations. In the end, they were blocked in front of the coach's guard.
As the opponent's horses gradually slowed down, the Ulster soldiers, driven by their officers, slowly surrounded the twenty-eight knights.
Staring at the encircled group of knights, Fergal waved his sword and ordered to the messenger: "Archers! Aim at the horses of these cavalry! Get these bastards off their horses first!"
With the sound of bow strings breaking through the air, locust-like arrows pierced into the bodies of the war horses. But to everyone's disappointment, these mounts only made a few low sounds and still stood on the spot without falling down.
Fergal was stunned for a moment, and then ordered again: "Archers, stand back! Prepare to throw your axe!"
The heavy infantry stepped forward, took out the throwing ax from his waist, and pointed the blade towards the isolated knight.
To everyone's surprise, the twenty-eight knights threw their knight lances into the crowd, and after killing dozens of enemies, they actually dropped their shields.
Fergal opened his eyes wide and asked in confusion: "What do they want to do?!"
Next, a scene happened that shocked everyone.
Countless parasitic limbs, like the extended legs of a spider, emerged from under the knight's armor, twisting and growing in mid-air.
The Ulster soldiers were so frightened by this horrific scene that some even turned around and ran away, regardless of the charge of defection; others fell to the ground, shouting the names of gods.
"My Gods! What kind of monsters are these guys...?" Fergal took a breath of cold air and looked at the densely packed parasite limbs in the air that looked like tentacles. Then he shuddered and ordered again.
: "You bastards! What are you doing standing still?! Attack quickly!"
Heavy axes were thrown at the knights from the Ulster army.
As the ax whizzed in the air, the parasite limbs in mid-air began to rotate and wave continuously. The two collided, making a dull metal collision sound. As a result, the parasite limbs blocked most of the throws.
Weapons, the Ulster men occasionally had one or two attacks that were effective, but they only caused the knight to stagger on his horse, who later regained his balance.
After a round of ax throwing, the knights were intact.
Under the terrified gaze of the soldiers, the twenty-eight knights began to move.
They drove their horses slowly forward, and the limbs twisting in mid-air began to slowly tilt, and pointed their sharp bone spurs at the surrounding soldiers.
A keel limb suddenly thrust forward quickly. The attack was as fast and deadly as a cobra's head-up attack, leaving a blood hole as big as an egg directly on the chest of a heavy infantryman wearing chain mail.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third keel limbs were stabbed out one after another. Each stab took no more than half a second, but it could always end a life accurately.
As the horse's hooves hit the ground faster and faster, the frequency of attacks by the parasite limbs on the knight became faster and faster. In the end, these spikes made of keel bones were like machine guns with full firepower, firing with lightning speed.
speed, harvesting all creatures within their attack range.
Ulster's army collapsed completely, and even the war team was unable to stop the fleeing soldiers.
To make matters worse, the roar of warriors came from the distance of the battlefield, and two hundred gladiators ran out of the forest and ran towards the camp at full speed.
The dejected Fergal put down the weapon in his hand, looked at the twenty-eight Death Gods in front of him who were constantly harvesting lives, and then looked at the gladiators on the battlefield who were attacking the camp, and said helplessly to the messengers around him:
"Send the order, let all the troops disperse and flee the battlefield, and don't be reluctant to fight when encountering the enemy. In short, every one who can escape will be counted..."
Just when Fergal completely lost his fighting spirit, the twenty-eight knights suddenly stopped attacking, and the gladiators on the battlefield also stopped running.
Everyone on the battlefield turned their attention to the direction of the Froststone Camp in the distance. A thick black smoke billowed over the forest, and the light of fire could still be seen faintly.
Fergal was surprised at first, then confused, and finally ecstatic.
"My ambush! My ambush has come in handy!" He was so excited that he hugged the nearest guard and shouted excitedly: "Before this battle started, I ambush thirty war beasts in the enemy camp.
In a nearby cave, after the battle started, I used the sound of arrows as a signal and ordered them to immediately attack the enemy's camp. It seems that they succeeded!"
The knights who stopped attacking were stunned for a moment, and finally, under the leadership of the leader, they slowly withdrew from the formation of the Ulster army.
After a fierce quarrel, the gladiators began to change direction and ran quickly towards the Froststone Camp.
Seeing the heavy cavalry and gladiators who had given up their attack and gradually disappeared at the end of the battlefield, Fergal sat down in the mud without caring about his image, gasping for air and speaking to his side with a trembling voice that sounded like he was surviving a disaster.
The man said: "It's too dangerous... It's too dangerous! If the ambush had not been arranged in advance, those twenty-eight monsters alone could have completely defeated us! I have never seen anything like that in my life.
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A commander came to him and asked with concern: "Sir, what should we do next?"
"What else can we do?!" Fergal shouted with eyes wide open: "Drop all the baggage! Everyone withdraw to the kingdom as soon as possible! I need to report to the king what's going on here..."
Before he finished speaking, someone in the army suddenly shouted: "Look over there! Those people seem to be our cavalry!"
"Our cavalry?!" Fugal stood up with doubts on his face, shook his head and said strangely: "I remember their mission should be to assist in attacking the enemy's camp, why are they here?
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When he reached the heights of the camp, Fergal looked at the edge of the battlefield. A light cavalry unit of about fifty people ran out of the forest at full speed and was running towards the Ulster camp.
These cavalrymen were running, waving their arms and shouting something loudly.
Listening to the vague sounds coming from the distance, Fergal asked the people around him in confusion: "What are those people shouting?"
The soldier with better hearing listened carefully for a while and said to Fergal with some uncertainty: "Sir, they seem to be shouting...run away?"
"escape?!"
Before Fergal could react to what was going on, a huge black figure knocked down countless trees, raised large amounts of snowflakes, rushed out of the forest, and entered everyone's field of vision.
A dark behemoth was crawling on the ground at high speed. Its head looked like a giant lizard with sharp edges, its limbs were sharp and strong iron claws, its tail was thick and spiked, and its whole body was covered with a layer that looked like a lizard.
They are scales made of steel.
"Oh my God! What is that?!"
"From beginning to end, its total length is probably more than seven meters!"
"Compared with it, those war horses are like wild dogs and lions put together!"
There were bursts of exclamations in the Ulster army. But Fergal frowned and asked the guards in confusion: "Is there such a war beast in our kingdom? Do you know it?"
Seeing everyone around him shaking his head, Fergal felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Soon, his uneasiness turned into reality.
The dark monster stood up and opened its huge mouth. A blast of frost breath with a diameter of more than forty centimeters and a range of fifteen meters spurted out from its mouth, directly hitting the dozen or so people who fell behind.