Chapter 163 Long Bridge, bloody road! (3)
Swallowing a whole bottle of Khan potion into her belly, she applied the Jishen ointment on her temples. Frisiska closed her eyes and waited for two seconds for the potion to take effect.
After his body turned slightly red, he looked behind him and saw that the other knights had also completed their preparations for the battle.
“Warriors, charge with me!”
Pointing the long sword forward, Frisiska shook the reins, and the horse under her seat breathed out a mouthful of hot white steam and started running. stand up.
Before they arrived, they had given the war horses fodder soaked in rage potions and hemostatic potions to try their best to dispel the fear in the hearts of these intelligent creatures.
The silver moonlight was trampled by horse hooves. Due to the limitation of the battle width, fifty knights formed a diamond-shaped charge formation.
From the trot at the end of the road, they began to gradually accelerate, until the long wind blew their armor, making a clanging metal sound.
The solid air was flowing, and the long tail feathers on the helmet were blown left and right by the strong wind.
As the frequency of the horses' hooves hitting the ground became faster and faster, the war horses neighed, and the knights bowed their waists and raised the knight swords in their hands.
"It's a knight, it's an extraordinary knight!"
The scout on the roof shouted anxiously downwards.
The refugees and mercenaries who were still fighting in the melee paused at a certain moment. The stones on the ground were shaking. Over the slightly arched ground, dozens of knights suddenly appeared in sight.
“Saint Sapindus!”
Standing up from the horse, Frisisca shouted out the patron saint of the knights.
Under normal circumstances, when cavalry attacks an infantry square, they are afraid of falling into the enemy's position after their horses slow down.
Because it is difficult to get out when surrounded, especially when wearing heavy armor and being inflexible.
But after gaining extraordinary strength, the cavalry's willingness to attack the infantry phalanx greatly increased.
Because even if they fall, those mortals still can't break through their defenses. They have enough endurance to support them through foot combat or to fight out directly.
In the early days, the knights’ opponents were either serf soldiers or skeleton soldiers. At that time, the knights did not have any of the cavalry tactics that are popular today, just one word - recklessness.
With the rapid development of the mercenary industry and the emergence of professional mercenary infantry, the benefits of knights' frontal assault on the infantry phalanx have become much smaller.
Especially in the Battle of Windmill Land, King Frank exploded gold coins and swept the empire's mercenary market, using 98k professional mercenaries to teach the knights of Leia a good lesson.
Since then, few knights have fought head-on in war.
Frisiska didn't want to be too rude, but he never thought that what he was facing was a war.
Under the influence of the Khan potion, Frisiska's balance ability was greatly strengthened, and he drew out the long sword from his waist:
"Farmer, pray to the pagan gods and see if they will come to save you!"
In the billowing smoke, fifty knights crashed directly into the formation of the refugees.
“Get away——”
“I am a mercenary, I am on your side! Ah——”
“Dog Knight!”
The strong smell of rust exploded instantly, and a series of wailing sounds suddenly sounded from the array.
With trembling elbows, Colton pulled the spear out of the mercenary's chest with exhaustion.
He took a step back and just wanted to take a breath when he heard an old voice shouting:
"Be careful!"
After Colton was grabbed by someone The neck collar was pulled back, and a black shadow flashed past. He could clearly see that it was a body or corpse.
Following the direction of the flight, Colton looked there and was stunned.
In the mid-air covered with moonlight, three or four refugees were knocked into the air by the high-speed impact of the horses, and their bodies drew an arc in the air.
The fifty extraordinary knights were like hot knives cutting through butter, smoothly cutting through the array of refugees from the side.
The faces under the helmets showed ferocious smiles in joy. They waved the knight swords in their hands and allowed the high-speed horses to cut through the thin bodies with the long swords. A clear wave of blood advanced along the cut of the sharp arrow array. Behind the horses' hooves, bodies whose chests, abdomen, backs, and even heads were cut open by long swords slowly fell down.
"Bang——"
A refugee was unable to dodge. Even though his horse speed slowed down during the impact, he was still knocked backwards and slid four or five meters on the ground, just in time to arrive. Colton's feet.
Colton immediately squatted down and turned over the refugee's body, trying to save him, but as soon as he turned the man's body over, his movement stopped again.
The refugee's chest was already sunken, his bloodshot ribs penetrated the gray skin, and he could only make an asthmatic sound like a broken bellows from his throat.
Looking at the broken and thin body, Colton was at a loss for what to do.
"Give him a good time."
The tall and strong old man who had grabbed Colton before pulled out the armed sword from the neck of the mercenary in front of him, turned to Colton and shouted: "He didn't Saved."
Lowering his head and looking into the pleading eyes, Colton turned his head and cut the throat of the refugee in front of him with the black dagger.
Standing up, Colton looked around.
The giant knights in shining armor rushed to kill like crazy, their long swords slicing open innocent bodies one after another. The blood had made the ground slippery and wet, making it difficult to stand on.
Amidst the screams and cries of the refugees, he remembered the terror of the extraordinary knights again.
Colton was at a loss for a moment. Are the Cavaliers really that invincible?
"Bang!"
The sound of the holy gun being fired came from the left, followed by the whine of the war horse before it died.
Recovering from the confusion, Colton looked refreshed, yes, there is also the invincible Holy Gunsman.
Dodging the crowd of refugees running back and forth around him, he rushed toward the source of the sound with his spear in hand.
Among the crowd, Colton saw a war horse whose body was pierced by iron sand. Its huge body lay on the ground and twitched.
But when he arrived, he did not see the dead knight. There was only a dying horse on the ground, a headless body of a soldier in black, and a wind-up gun that had been trampled by the horse's hoofs.
Although the sound of wind-up muskets was continuously heard in the air, the knights who had suffered a loss were immediately alert. They dispersed their formation and became a team of five.
Those knights are extremely fast, like nimble dogs in the mountains. The wind-up guns are shotguns, but their accuracy is poor after all, and the iron sand cannot turn.
After several launches, except for accidentally injuring many of our own people, there were no results.
Colton looked towards one side of the road. In the blink of an eye, the extraordinary knights broke through the array of refugees and came to the other side of the road.
And another team of fifty knights is gradually taking shape at the end of the road.
"We have to retreat. The road here is too wide and flat. We have to go to the bridge." The tall, white-haired old man pushed aside the crowd and appeared beside Victor at some point.
Although Victor did not recognize him, he saw that he came with the refugees before and killed several mercenaries, so he replied:
"No, the bridge is even narrower. If they charge, we have no place to hide."
"If we don't return to the bridge, we will die if they attack from both sides." The old man grabbed his collar and stood next to him. The black-clothed soldier immediately pressed his dagger against the old man's protruding waist plate, "Go from the bridge and gather them together. They can't avoid the thunder stick on the bridge."
" As for the remaining people, they don't have time to evacuate."
"Then I can only wish them good luck," the old man said coldly.
"Commander Victor, your Majesty uses your longbow to throw an order from the air and tells us to return to the bridge."
Looking at the extraordinary knights regrouping on the left, and then looking back at another group of extraordinary knights ready to go, Victor gritted his teeth and said: "Retreat! After the Holy Gunslinger and the Order are disconnected!"
< br>Led by the Boy Army and the old camp soldiers, the Salvation Army began to slowly retreat, but there were still three to four hundred people who were engaged in the battle and had no time to leave, so they had to stay on the other side of the river.
The old man stood at the end of the bridge. He looked at the crowded crowd. His eyes shone brightly under his hood. He stretched out his hand and pointed it at the ground. His mouth trembled slightly. Almost instantly, the air suddenly became moist.
In the blink of an eye, a wall of fog covering the streets near the bridge erected out of thin air. Taking off his hood, the old man named Paslik took a deep look at the knights, turned around and walked in In the wall of fog.
Frisica, who was about to launch a second charge, had to stop his horse and cursed: "Where did the fog come from!"
(End of this chapter)