Black Iron Crown

Earl Weasley's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart stopped suddenly, and his mind went blank.

As far as he could see, there were a hundred cavalrymen who were charging, and they appeared at the rear of the main formation of their own army.

And behind this group of cavalry, there are hundreds of infantrymen wearing armed clothing or leather armor, waving their weapons and rushing towards their side! "

"Knight! Enemy behind target! Charge!"

After all, Earl Weasley had experienced many battles, so he responded immediately and thought of a countermeasure. No matter what the method is, at least it can reduce the loss.

The knights also heard the sound of horseshoes from behind. After receiving the order from Earl Wesley, they immediately changed from the rear to the front, and rushed towards the group of cavalry at full speed.

After all, it was a charge formed in a hurry, and the formation could only be changed in a hurry. Before the formation was done, the soldiers and horses of the two sides collided together.

Looking down from the sky, I saw that the torrents of the two cavalry collided fiercely like the top of Mount Tai.

These cavalry knights of the royal family can even sacrifice their lives for honor, so how can they be afraid of this group of honorless mercenary cavalry?

Yes, they have all seen it. The heraldic burqas and the patterns on the flags undoubtedly do not mean that this army is a mercenary who has no honor at all and knows nothing of shame.

"Give this group of dogs who are only working for money a little bit of color!"

The leading knight roared loudly. In order to protect the honor in their hearts, this group of knights can break out powerful fighting power.

The two sides collided suddenly, and in an instant, more than a dozen people fell off their horses, and the horses fell to the ground and died, wailing sadly before dying.

In such a fast-paced battle, any hesitation or stagnation is fatal, and a small mistake will lead to death.

But mercenaries are just mercenaries after all, and they have solid fighting experience, but after all, they are not opponents of well-equipped knights who have been trained for more than ten years since childhood.

After the two sides entangled for a while, the knights began to gradually gain the upper hand, but at this time the infantry were not far from the main line to suppress the rebels.

The soldiers who were fighting fiercely with the enemy in front of them heard that there was a battle behind them, so they couldn't help being distracted to check the situation behind them. After all, no one wanted to be killed by a knife attack from behind.

But looking at it, quite a few soldiers had their heads chopped off by the enemies in front, and their deaths were extremely unjust.

Even the original advantages began to turn into disadvantages. The soldiers who were concerned about each other retreated and were unwilling to continue fighting. At the same time, some soldiers with poor psychological quality directly broke out.

"Damn it! Sly Sir Frante! I'm going to tear him apart!" Earl Weasley had no grace at this time, and the sudden change made him at a loss. Certainty.

"Let Rebbard bring people back to the defense immediately!" Earl Wesley said to the subordinates beside him, suppressing the anger in his heart.

At this time, Sir Rebald had already defeated the serf omens with his elite troops. After receiving the order from Earl Wesley, he immediately returned to defense, preparing to resist the mercenaries who attacked from behind.

Ribad returned to the defense in time and temporarily stabilized the rear line, and the soldiers in front gradually began to put pressure on the enemy again.

Once again, the balance of the battle is slowly tilting towards the side of suppressing the rebels.

However, at this moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield, and the sound of iron hooves trampling on the ground became more and more urgent and dull, repeatedly beating on everyone's heart.

Listening to the blue background moonflower pennant, Sir Frant rushed to the front, followed by one hundred and fifty knights and their retinues.

At this moment, Sir Farrant is like a god who descended from the sky, and in the eyes of the soldiers fighting on the front line, it is no less than the dawn of dawn.

Sir Frante was in full body armor. Although he was short in stature, he was so tall in the eyes of all the soldiers.

Earl Weasley thumped when he heard the sound of the horse's hooves, as if a big stone had suddenly fallen on his heart, and he felt a little difficult to breathe.

Dizzy from the blow, he turned his eyes to the front of the battlefield, only to see a group of knights had already bypassed the front line and came towards his flank.

Just when his mind was blank, Sir Frante led the knights and swept towards him like a fast storm.

Sir Farrant rushed to the front, like a sharp arrow off the string, and he was the sharpest point of the arrow.

Sir Farrant did not attack the flanks of the rebels as everyone thought, in order to save his own army from the dilemma.

Their target was Earl Weasley, who stood under the banner of the crowned lion on a red background and was dressed in gorgeous armor.

Earl Weasley noticed this, but he knew that he was inevitable at this moment.

After all, it was because of his energy that he had fought many times, and his heart was still able to remain calm even after experiencing a series of blows.

He knew that this battle had been lost, at least he couldn't find any way to turn the situation around.

"I am a sinner of the royal family!"

Earl Weasley wailed in his heart, then drew out the long sword on his waist, without giving any order, he rushed straight towards the team led by Sir Farrant.

Facing Earl Wesley, who was charging forward single-handedly with a long sword in hand, Sir Farrant led the torrent without any stagnation and directly crushed him.

Earl Weasley's body was lifted off the horse's back by Sir Farrant's blue moonflower pennant, and then fell heavily to the ground, and then the hooves of more than a hundred war horses stepped on him.

The horse is like mud!

Earl Weasley's body was almost invisible, and Sir Farrant shouted in his weird voice: "Earl Weasley is dead! Those who surrender will not die!"

The torrent of knights shouted loudly together, and the soldiers fighting on the front line also shouted this sentence happily after hearing it.

"Kill them! Pay Lord Weasley!"

Seeing his father's fate, Sir Rebard couldn't help but glared. He took off the helmet on his head and threw it on the ground, roaring loudly.

However, his yelling like this has no effect. For the army in the feudal era, the death of the commander is an extremely huge blow, and it is no less than the collapse of the sky for an army.

"Boom..."

The first soldier dropped the weapon in his hand. His action caused a chain reaction, like dominoes being pushed down, and dropped the weapons in his hand one by one.

Seeing this, Sir Rebald immediately left the battlefield, and fled here without looking back. The same was true for some knights, who left the battle with the mercenaries and ran behind Sir Rebald in embarrassment.

Sir Farrant didn't pursue either, but ordered the soldiers to immediately disarm the counter-rebels and began to escort them.

On August 18th, the 23rd year of the empire, the anti-rebel army declared that the entire army was wiped out, and only a dozen or so remnants escaped from the battlefield full of corpses.