Chapter 465 Bloody Battle on the Plains (Part 2)
"Father!"
In the distance, the sky is filled with dust, and the roar of beasts continues.
Although he did not visit the scene in person, Boris instinctively felt that his father Vladimir was in danger.
This uneasy voice sounded in his heart.
"Turn around and move forward!"
"But General, Marshal Vladimir has an order, we must wait where we are..."
The guard asked humbly.
"If my father is killed in battle, how long do you think this legion can last?"
Boris scolded. Then he clamped his horse and rushed out like an arrow. The battlefield situation is ever-changing. Sometimes the deployment and plan before the war are one thing, but it is another thing after the actual battle begins. Boris
Reese knew that if he did not attack at this time, the Snow Eagle Legion would probably face annihilation.
The young cavalry captain charged forward, and the Boville knights followed closely behind him. The horses galloped to the rescue at a rapid pace. However, before they reached the middle, a cavalry regiment wearing heavy black armor rushed towards them.
.
They were menacing, holding huge spears and kite shields. Some skulls seemed to be inlaid on vests, exuding a cold air of death. However, those riding them were people, living people, and some looked like
A fearless and heroic knight.
Boris clenched his sword in surprise. He must rush over to save his father.
On the flank battlefield, with war horses neighing and wind and sand blowing, eight hundred Kislev noble cavalry, led by the young knight captain Boris, charged towards the direction in which the black knights were charging.
The Knights of Bovell have a numerical advantage, but the Knights of the Black Rose are not ordinary knights. They are selected from the best knights, and after layers of assessments, they finally become members of the Knights of the Black Rose.
The piercing cry of killing soon sounded on the flank battlefield. If Boris had expectations at the beginning, hoping that the opponent would not be too strong, then, at the moment of hand-to-hand combat, his expectations were shattered. These heavily armored cavalry seemed to come from
Dark Knight of Hell.
Moments before the two armies crossed the line, the knights of the Black Rose Knights flattened their heavy spears, blindfolded their war horses, and charged crazily. There was no strategy, just such a brutal charge, and Boris's eyes widened.
Well, he bravely swung his sword to kill the enemy. The long sword hit a knight and cut him off his horse, but the more Kislev cavalry were no match for the Black Rose Knight.
Only bursts of violent collisions were heard in the ears. At least forty Boville knights were stabbed in the body by their opponents in the first round of charge and fell off their horses.
Of course, Kislev is not without a strong cavalry team. The truly powerful hussars are still on standby in the capital. Boris shouted to kill the enemy. How he wished he was surrounded by those brave and fearless Kislev hussars at this moment. Ice and Snow
The Queen should really come here to see for herself what kind of team she is facing. The Northern Allied Forces are no longer the ragged, impoverished amateur army. They have heavy artillery, heavy cavalry, and
There is a herd of beasts...
When the two groups of cavalry collided with each other and huddled together, a close-range fight began. The knights of the Black Rose Knights took out their own weapons and fought on the bloody battlefield. Boris ducked to avoid a Moore
The knight's spear thrust forward, and when he was about to counterattack, his horse was hit by a footman who fell to the ground. The footman's spear pierced the horse's belly from below, and the horse fell down with a neighing sound. At the critical moment, Boris stepped on
The stirrup jumped off the horse. When he landed, there was another siege. The young cavalry captain did not retreat. He drew out his war hammer and swept away the enemy's sword tip. Then he took a quick step and hit his opponent's head with the black war hammer.
The iron helmet was clanged, and under the huge impact, the knight staggered to the ground. But the attendant also rushed over, and the spear grazed Boris's armor and stabbed him. In anger, Boris
Reese kicked the attendant away and put the long sword into his mouth... Scarlet blood flowed out of the attendant's mouth, but just as Boris stood up and prepared to cut down the next opponent, the horse rushing behind him killed him mercilessly.
was knocked to the ground.
Feeling like the world was spinning, the young cavalry captain threw himself forward and fell into the grass. He only heard the harsh and noisy neighing of horses and the sound of armored weapons clashing with each other.
Blood flowed from his forehead, dyeing his vision bright red.
With heavy breathing, he heard the knights struggling and shouting to retreat. Yes, even though they were twice as many as their opponents, fighting never depends on numbers.
"I let you down, father..."
Boris whispered feebly.
What he didn't know was that at this moment, his father was also in an extremely dangerous situation. The infantry phalanx of the Snow Eagle Legion fell apart under the impact of the beasts. At this time, they heard the sound of ice, snow and storm above their heads,
Rhodes, the King of the North, personally led the bear knights to charge. After the first round of brutal collision and trampling, twenty-four brown bears ran wildly, kicked up dust in the sky, and charged again.
Vladimir knew that he was wrong. He was facing an army of tigers and wolves. Compared with Rhodes's tactics, his own tactics were nothing. Rhodes alone was worth half an army.
The Snow Eagle Legion had already lost this battle before it even started.
Surrounded by soldiers fleeing in all directions, the battle flag that symbolized the glory of the legion was trampled on the ground. From time to time, soldiers fell in front of them. It was not that they had not resisted, but that they were simply unable to resist.
After two brutal charges, the Northern Allied Forces formed a pocket formation and approached the Snow Eagle Legion. The dust was thick and they left a gap, deliberately allowing the Snow Eagle Legion a way to escape, while the Ugor light cavalry were already there.
Wait outside and capture the fleeing soldiers.
Vladimir clenched his sword tightly. He knew that the Snow Eagle Legion had been defeated, but he had to fight for the glory of the legion. Even if he was the last one left, he could not escape from the battle.
The stubborn Vladimir picked up the battle flag on the ground and thrust it into the mud. His long sword split open the chest of a northern soldier, then stabbed his sword into his abdomen and pulled out the long sword.
When he picked up the sword, the blade was already stained with scarlet blood.
"bring it on!"
He screamed loudly, blood dripping from his hands.
The crowd came towards him and surrounded him. In the blood mist, a tomahawk surrounded by lightning flew towards him and landed less than two meters below his feet, nailing him tightly to the ground.
Vladimir took a closer look and saw a tall man with an unusually calm face walking out of the crowd. He recognized that face——
Rough, resolute, and with eyes as cold as frost, Rhodes appeared in front of him carrying a battle ax.