Chapter 89 The decisive battle begins
The Bloody Highlands are particularly peaceful today.
It was windy, but not too strong. It only occasionally picked up some snow on the ground, swirled around and quickly dispersed.
Veston led the vanguard troops to advance slowly, followed not far away by the scouts from the Scorpion Nest.
It's not that they never thought about attacking, but under the crossbow fire, no one dared to come forward after leaving two corpses behind.
"Huh..." Vesdon exhaled a breath of white air.
Nearly forty minutes had passed since the departure, and he gradually began to feel that being a commander was not that difficult.
In the previous battle, nearly half of the horse thieves were lost, leaving only a group of defeated soldiers.
Although he has less than fifty soldiers, he just experienced a big victory yesterday!
Maybe...I can take them and smash the Heleti army to pieces?
In that case, I will really become the hero of the Eagle Territory!
A hint of expectant smile appeared on Vesdon's face.
Boom, boom, boom...
The dense sound of horse hooves gradually became clearer, and Vesdon came back to his senses and looked at the past.
On the horizon, a black wave is rushing towards us.
As the sound of hoofbeats approached, the waves began to become clearer, tearing Vesdon's fantasy to pieces,
"How come... there are so many people!?"
Wess Dong's lips trembled, his breathing stopped suddenly, and all the muscles in his body from his abdomen to his chest were frozen.
Shouldn’t the one hundred and sixty people sent by Heleti yesterday be the entire army?
Why, it feels like there are more people this time than last time! ?
No, not only the number of people has not decreased, but their momentum is also completely different from before.
More fierce, more...violent!
"Get ready for battle!" Vesdon roared loudly, his voice slightly distorted: "Form up!!"
With the order, the Eagle Army's horses changed. In the formation, the sword and shield soldiers were in front, the pikemen were in the back, and the crossbowmen stayed in the last row.
About four hundred meters away, Heleti raised his arm, and the entire horse thief army slowly stopped.
He looked at the Eagle Army's formation with a scrutinizing gaze, and at the same time asked Eugene: "Is this a cavalry formation?"
Eugene followed Hleti's gaze and was stunned for a moment. His expression was a little strange: "Sir, this is an ordinary infantry phalanx, just replaced by horses!"
Heleti trusted Eugene's vision. He looked carefully and found clues.
The sword and shield soldiers are in front and the spearmen are behind. It is indeed an infantry formation.
“Be smart!”
Heleti sneered and shook his head.
Cavalry is not as simple as infantry mounting a horse.
"Eugene."
"Here!"
"Lead the main force and charge forward and eat them!" Heleti ordered seemingly casually.
"Yes, Lord Sand King!" Eugene slowly rode out:
"Main camp, follow me!!"
The horse thieves began to separate, and soon there were about a hundred people. The team rallied behind Eugene.
The main force is one hundred and sixty-three. Yesterday we lost fifty-one, and now we still have one hundred and twelve.
More than twice the number of Eagle Army vanguards.
Eugene is not good at mounted shooting, and there is no need for mounted shooting in this kind of scene.
In a battle, the cavalry faced a group of mounted farmers, and it was enough to just run them over!
He put down his visor, cut off half of the airflow he exhaled, and shouted loudly: "Charge!!"
The horse under his crotch gradually accelerated, and Eugene leveled his lance and began to charge.
For him, returning to the battlefield is as peaceful as returning home.
same moment.
Vesdon adjusted the position of the prosthetic hand, stuck the shield on his chest, and held the enchanted half-sword in his hand tightly. The light blue luster on it was just like his heart at this time.
Taking a deep breath, imitating Eric's appearance in his memory, Vesdon ordered loudly:
"The sword and shield soldiers raised their shields, the pikemen raised their guns, and the crossbowmen looked for opportunities. ——"
"Get ready!"
December 25, 1193 in the Guangming calendar, the twenty-third day after departure.
The decisive battle has officially begun.
Unlike on the flat ground, the sword and shield soldiers and spearmen on horseback cannot squat down to give up the shooting position, and the crossbowmen on horseback cannot launch a three-stage shooting and can only find the target on their own.
Scattered crossbow bolts sank into the army of horse thieves. Occasionally they could shoot down a horse thief or knock over a war horse, but in the end it had no bearing on the overall situation.
The two sides are getting closer and closer——
Then they crashed into each other!
It's like waves hitting the rocks.
But what was stirred up was not a splash of water, but thick and hot blood!
A soldier of the Eagle Army was penetrated by a lance on the spot, and the person who killed him was immediately stabbed to death by several spears; a horse thief's lance hit the shield and failed to kill the opponent. However, he was thrown off his horse by the force of the backlash; the soldiers of the Eagle Army resisted the first wave of impact, but were killed by the flying axes that followed.
They either fell to the ground or hung on their horses.
What fell on the ground was trampled into flesh, melted the snow, and mixed with the soil, becoming a new footnote in this country called "Bloody Highlands".
The ones hanging on the horses swayed as the horses ran in panic, were dragged to the ground, and then chopped into pieces under the action of sand, gravel and broken blades.
In just a moment of contact, more than ten people on both sides died, and the Eagle Army had far more dead than the horse thieves!
And this is just the beginning of the decisive battle.
Veston seemed to have returned to yesterday. He could no longer hear a sound in his ears, and the world in his eyes seemed to have lost its color. He could only see the cold light of the weapons coming towards him, the sharp edges of the weapons, and the sharpness of the cold light. The flying manes of the war horses!
For the first time, he knew that facing the cavalry charge directly, the sense of oppression he felt could be so strong!
But unlike yesterday, he finally regained the feeling of his body this time. The sweat was absorbed by the lining of the gauntlet, and a chill came, making his hand holding the sword even tighter.
Before setting off, he had his hand tied to the hilt of the sword with a bandage.
Finally, Eugene's spear approached.
Vesdon adjusted his body and let the enchanted steel shield held in his prosthetic hand receive the impact.
The one-foot-long sharp edge of the lance tore open the surface of the shield, but was trapped by the dense shield body. The iron filings flew away with the sparks, and the steel shield suddenly flew back and hit Vesdon. At this moment, the gun suddenly raised its tip due to the force of the recoil!
The impact force was transmitted along Vesdon's body to the blood-eyed war horse, causing it to neigh loudly.
There was a dull pain in his chest, and the sound that had disappeared filled Vesdon's ears again, making him seem to be alive again.
He held the enchanted half-sword in his hand and slashed it at Eugene's head!
“No rules!” Eugene sneered, dropped his lance, and faced him with a shield.
The tin-covered shield shone with a silvery sheen, dense and tight, like a mirror.
At the moment when the half-sword in the enchanted hand collided with the blade, the light on the shield weakened slightly, then all gathered under the blade and suddenly exploded!
Silver-white fighting spirit wrapped around the sword, scraping against the blade and making a tooth-piercing sound of metal friction, and streaks of fire exploded like fireworks.
When——
As if a copper bell was ringing, a trembling sound swept across. Under the influence of the steel fighting spirit, the half-enchanted sword began to shake violently. The fighting spirit spread and eroded all the way. From the sword tip to the sword body and then to the hilt, the vibrations also followed.
Amidst the sound of cracking silk, the silver smoke-like steel vindictiveness tore off the bandage on Vesdon's hand and suddenly penetrated into the flesh. The skin on the palm first opened a circle of white lines, and then suddenly A large cloud of blood mist burst out from the ground!
“Ah——”
Veston let out a shrill scream.
Ten fingers connected to the heart, among the five remaining fingers on his left hand, the ring finger and little finger were shaved off until they were just white bones, and there were even pieces of flesh hanging on the palm of his hand through a bit of skin.
A cruel smile appeared on Eugene's face: "Is the secret combat skill of the Iron Legion, the 'Mirror Shield', good to you?"
Veston's pale face was expressionless, and he raised his arm to his mouth. He bit off the excess flesh, clenched the bandage tightly with his teeth, and lowered his mask to completely hide his expression.
He didn't speak, but this gesture said it all.
Eugene snorted coldly when he saw this: "You don't know how to live or die!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn the enchanted sword from his waist, raised his horse and charged forward with the sword!
The enchanted half-sword in Vesdon's hand had lost its luster and became pitted. When his arm dropped, blood flowed down the spine of the sword, filling the pits on it, making it look like it was unearthed. Dirty as an antique.
But he still raised his sword and placed it flat on the side of his horse.
Standard cavalry defensive posture!
A flash of fierceness flashed in Eugene's eyes. He controlled the horse to dexterously avoid Vesdon's sword edge, and then suddenly thrust a sword behind him when they crossed.
Vesidong seemed to have expected this scene. He put his half-sword upright behind his back. The broad sword blade failed to withstand the thrusts of the enchanted weapon wrapped in fighting spirit, and was struck by one after another. Then the blade pierced the chain armor again, leaving a not deep wound on his back.
The pain was nothing compared to the severed finger. Vesdon's body trembled, he let out a suppressed cry of pain, and then turned the horse's head.
Even without the help of his left hand, his equestrian skills were very skillful. When he turned around, Eugene had just adjusted the angle of his horse.
A trace of surprise flashed in Eugene's eyes, and then his smile grew stronger.
Only when there is resistance can people have fun!
He clamped his legs between the horse's belly and rode forward again.
Vesdon took a deep breath and suppressed the trembling in his arms.
He was not seriously injured in the previous confrontation, but the energy and physical exertion was considerable. Sweat was pouring out uncontrollably, making the wounds on his hands extremely painful.
The two war horses were close at hand. This time Vesdon decided to take a risk. The wrist holding his sword dropped slightly, seemingly to intercept Eugene, but in fact he was aiming at his horse.
However
Just when the two were less than three meters apart, Eugene suddenly tightened the reins, and the horse's head suddenly turned, appearing on the right from the position that should have been on Vesdon's left. !
In one-on-one situations, cavalry usually do not choose this method of attack.
Because when you are on the right side of the enemy and the enemy is also on your right, this will greatly increase the possibility of the knight himself being injured.
But this was precisely the position that made Vesdon, who had lost his right hand, the most uncomfortable position. He held the sword in his left hand and struggled to reach to the right, but it was still too late!
The enchanted sword in Eugene's hand pierced the armor with the blessing of fighting spirit, penetrated into the shoulder of Vesdon's prosthetic limb, penetrated all the way inward, and came out from under his neck, under his neck A deep wound was opened!
The feeling of the sword blade entering the flesh is first cold, then burning, and finally painful.
This was not the first time that Vesdon had experienced this kind of pain. He gritted his teeth and wanted to swallow the blood pouring into his mouth. However, when the sword blade dragged his flesh and blood out, Vesdon still could not hold back his instinct. reaction.
"Pfft-ah!" Blood spurted into the visor, and the splattered blood covered Vesdon's eyes, making his vision scarlet.
Turning the horse's head with difficulty, he saw that Eugene had raised his visor, with a cheerful smile on his face!
Eugene was indeed in a happy mood. After sweeping away the previous depression and haze, he laughed loudly: "Be careful, little guy. Next time, my sword will not be so crooked."
< br>Eugene could have killed Vesdon just now, but he did not do so.
What Eugene likes most is to hit the other person bit by bit and see the angry and helpless expression on the other person's face, from anger to pain, from pain to collapse, and finally begging Eugene to kill him!
The figure of Vesdon sitting on the horse was swaying, blood flowing down the gap in his faceplate, and his expression could not be seen.
He was gasping for air, the wounds on his body were in unbearable pain, and his muscles were twitching as if they were being torn apart. The splash of blood made him truly feel the passage of life.
Timidity and fear surged into my heart uncontrollably at this moment.
Otherwise... run away now?
A thought arose, and he glanced across the battlefield. What he saw was a black mass of horse thieves, as well as a mixture of scarlet and white on the ground.
Very dazzling!
Broken limbs and arms, a corpse that was still twitching without its head, and a war horse lingering around its dead master.
Veston has never realized so clearly that this is war.
This is the battlefield.
But the Eagle Army behind them is still persisting, even though they have been wounded several times and covered in bloodstains!
They are just a group of serfs who have just been trained for a few months, and I am a nobleman who has been trained as a regular knight!
Since the age of six, I have been riding horses almost every day!
In a flash of thought, the young man's unique bloody courage became extremely hot at this moment, so hot that Vesdon even forgot about the pain in his body, and was no longer so afraid of death.
This time, he doesn’t want to be a coward in the eyes of others!
Under Eugene's slightly stunned expression, Vesdon raised his head and raised his sword.
“Drink!!”
A bloody roar came from the visor. The sound was a bit dull, but also a bit desolate, and Vesdon shouted sternly:
“Eagle Army, charge——”
He actually chose to attack at this time!
For Eugene, this is undoubtedly a provocation, so Eugene's face suddenly turned cold:
"If you want to die, I will help you! Remember to say hello to the Lord of Light for me!"
>This time, Eugene chose to attack from Vesdon's left side.
Just when the two horses were about to come into contact, Eugene pulled the reins again, and the Blood-eyed War Horse immediately turned its head, trying to repeat the same trick.
What Eugene never expected was that Vesdon, who could only use one arm and was still holding the sword, suddenly clamped the horse's belly, and the blood-eyed war horse under his crotch immediately obeyed. Turned in the direction of Eugene's mount!
He is simply looking for death!
Two war horses collided violently!
Vesdon lowered his body, let out a roar that did not sound like a human voice, and stabbed Eugene's throat with a sword!
A trace of panic flashed in the latter's eyes, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block.
However, on the bumpy horseback, although it blocked Vesdon's sword, it still deflected a little, and the sword's edge hit his shoulder armor with a single stroke. .
锃——
A stream of fire exploded on the actinic plate armor, illuminating the face armor of the two men at the same time.
At the moment when they passed each other, Eugene clearly saw the pride in the other party's eyes!
The enchanted half-sword is already in a semi-disabled state and is not sharp in nature. It cannot penetrate Eugene's plate armor without containing the fighting spirit, leaving only a shallow white streak on it. mark.
But Eugene became angry as never before: "——You!!!"
The cat was playing with the mouse, only to be bitten by the mouse. What a shame! ?
"Haha...hahaha..." Vesdon made a weak voice. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, but he just puffed up his chest again, as if he was the stronger of the two. Who!
Even though he was covered in blood, if it weren't for the bandages, he wouldn't even be able to hold the sword!
Under Eugene's angry gaze, he pointed his sword directly at Eugene's face, then mounted his horse and launched an attack!
This time, Vesdon failed to take advantage, and there was another scar on his right leg.
But he didn't feel pain. Every wound on his body felt cold and numb. His mind began to become confused, and the scene in front of him was gloomy.
He straightened up with difficulty, staring at Eugene with only one belief in his mind:
Hold on!
After trying twice, Vesdon raised the sword with difficulty again. When he saw Eugene gritting his teeth, he felt a little more relieved.
Hitting his legs between the horse's belly, just when Vesdon was about to launch his final charge, a trembling cry of collapse suddenly sounded from behind:
"My lord, my lord! That's enough!"
"Let's withdraw!"
......
(End of this chapter)