Realm of Power

The abnormal gathering of fugitives made Dicol, who had already completed the cavalry assembly, hesitate for a moment. His eyes were fixed on these pursuers who faced an absolute advantage but did not choose to escape. He couldn't help but think of the pursuit in his mind. , I also faced a big fugitive,

In almost the same desperate situation, under the siege of his superior cavalry, when everyone was running in all directions, the big man did not choose to escape, but silently jumped out of the crowd, using only a broken weapon. The half-broken sword knocked a Norman cavalryman who was chasing behind him from his horse to the ground, and tried to snatch the horse. Unfortunately, with the close cooperation of other cavalry, three lances stabbed the fugitive at the same time. Body,

Blood was like squeezed red sauce, splashing out from the body of this tall fugitive. His entire body was heavily pierced by the cavalry's spears. He could not die for a while, so he just left the battle. Immediately, it was lifted into the air, like a shrimp stuck on a fork, waving its hands in pain to cut off the sword,

"Look, there's a fool here"

The Norman cavalry gathered around him as if they were watching a joke. The broken sword was too short to threaten the cavalry. Soon, the number of spears inserted into him became eight. In order to enjoy the other's painful screams, the spear penetrated They avoided the fatal chest, but nailed it to the limbs of this strong fugitive, and then dragged him along like a tribute held high.

"You bastards, the painful screams of your good-for-death fugitives resounded throughout the wilderness. A large amount of blood flowed from the fugitives' bodies along the inserted gun barrels. Even the cruel Normandy cavalry felt that they had no shoes. Finally, amidst the laughter of the Norman cavalry, the Salander used his last strength to use his broken sword to cut the spear stuck in his body.

"Okay, the joke is over."

The final blow came from Dickor, who was riding fast and using his sharp battle ax. Treat this Salander, who is covered in blood like a gourd of blood. An ax split it into two pieces, and the internal organs mixed with blood fell from the air like raindrops.

That time, even Dikol, who looked down on the Salanders, had to admit that this was a warrior, even if he was a Salander slave, this made him feel cautious. I don't know why, although the number of escapees on the opposite side is not large, the momentum they display is really like the guy who was killed by me.

But he soon found it funny that he had a hundred Norman cavalry. Do we still need to be afraid of dozens of desperate fugitives? I really don’t know what to say. Dikol shook his head and stared into the distance, gathering together like chickens, looking at his fugitives with fear, ferocious His true nature is revealed again, the feeling of controlling the life and death of others. Let a sly smile appear at the corner of his mouth,

What do you have to be afraid of? Even if these despicable guys are playing some conspiracy, even if they may have been warriors. But so what? Against the absolute strength he possesses, any struggle is just a futile cry.

Dikol raised his battle ax high again, and then dropped it violently, bringing up an extremely powerful light and shadow in the air. From the gap between his teeth, he squeezed out a few words: "Arrange a wedge-shaped formation and kill them all."

"Go forward" saw the lord's dropped battle ax, and the impatient cavalry captains pulled out their long swords one after another and shouted to their subordinates, "Boom, boom!" Hundreds of cavalrymen fell heavily. The hooves of the war horse began to accelerate slowly like a movable steel wall. The hooves rolled up the snow in the sky, and the momentum was overwhelming. This time, the Normandy cavalry, which had suffered a loss, was obviously much more cautious.

They no longer used the scattered attack formation before, but truly formed a wedge-shaped formation specifically to restrain the infantry gun formation as if they were facing an opponent. The thick war horses carried the power of crushing everything, making the entire ground shake slightly. Shivering, the cold wind mixed with the acupoints was squeezed over and hit Salander's fugitive body.

"Stay still, everyone, don't mess up"

Valal held the weapon in his hand tightly and stood at the front of the queue, loudly calming the uneasy emotions of his companions nearby. Even he, under the huge power of the Normandy cavalry opposite, which shook the earth and rumbled, his face turned slightly. Bai, the hand holding the cavalry spear was trembling constantly, gasping for air, as if he wanted to get some help from the air.

"Go forward and pierce them"

At the front of the array are the two most heavily armored heavy cavalry. They are the guard knights of Lord Dicol. Their pure black thick chain armor weighing 60 kilograms is enough to withstand the piercing of ordinary weapons.

Behind them is the core of the entire Q-shaped formation.

Hundreds of light-armored cavalry resembled a triangular formation, wearing uniform chain armor and red helmets covering their heads. With the leaping of the horses under their crotches, they quickly covered the ground in front of them like a bloodthirsty red cloud. like blood

"Bastard, it's a wedge formation to deal with infantry." Valal also saw the changes in the opponent's formation. He is a Mamunuk cavalry commander. He is very clear about cavalry tactics. The opponent's formation is specially designed to deal with infantry. The entire formation is like an inverted triangle. The two Normandy heavy cavalry running at the front are the core of the entire formation.

As long as they plunge into their ranks against the sharp hammer that is struck by the heavy hammer, the cavalry guards following behind them will be like tigers rushing into the herd of sheep. They will drive in through the broken gap, like sharp blades. Cutting through the enemy array as easily as boiling hot oil,

At that time, without the protection of the array, the flying hooves and sharp scimitar of the light cavalry will completely tear open the gap, completely sending the body and soul of the enemy in front of them to hell. For the guard cavalry who are armed to the teeth. He said that people like him who only have crude weapons are the targets of arbitrary slaughter.

"Can you kill the two heavy cavalry in front of the opponent?" In the flash of lightning, Valal suddenly turned his head and asked the young man squatting beside him, because the sound of horse hooves coming from the opposite side was too loud. I can only answer him with a nod, "I can give it a try."

"Okay then, use your fastest speed to kill the two heavy cavalrymen at the front of the opponent."

Valal pointed to the Normandy cavalry who had already run 50 meters away, turned around and said loudly to the young man. In fact, he also knew how demanding such a request was. Eliminating psychological factors, he just wanted to use ordinary bows and arrows to kill heavy heavy men. The cavalry itself is an unrealistic luxury, but now it can only be like this. On the other hand, he used the rags on his clothes to tightly wrap the handshake position of the spear,

This can ensure that after the spear pierces the enemy's heavy armor, the spear will not be released from their hands due to the huge impact and recoil. The white cloth on their hands will tangle their hands with the spear.

Even if it is wet with your own blood or your hands are dislocated, you can still forcefully stab the enemy into the chest.

The distance between the two parties quickly shortened to 40 meters, and their blood-red eyes looked at each other with almost no barrier.

As the distance quickly shortened, the momentum of the Normandy cavalry made the escapees more and more uneasy. They rushed straight towards the queue of escapees. The Normandy horses under their crotches were not tall in size, but their advantages were that they were thick and good at Endurance and impact, it is an excellent horse breed in the northern part of the continent. Driven by its owner, the cavalry group's movement speed accelerates rapidly.

"charge"

The first row of Normandy cavalry began to lower their sharp lances at a distance of 30 meters, and several pieces of broken ducks hit the armor in the wind. The cavalry behind them pulled out their flails, heavy hammers, machetes, and cold light weapons that were good at close combat. It even makes the fugitives unable to open their eyes,

"Kill them all"

The two heavy cavalrymen who rushed at the front were the first to let out ear-splitting shouts,

In their minds, the spectacular scene of the enemy falling like split straw under the impact of their heavy war horses has emerged. They have done this several times, the kind of Salander slave who was trampled on Under the war horses, the pitiful screams are always so beautiful. No one will believe that these Salanders holding simple farm forks can withstand the push of heavy cavalry.

"Whoosh!" Just when the Normans thought they had the winning ticket, a swift white line flew from the opposite side, and the shout of a heavy cavalry member suddenly stopped,

"Lord Knight Lamudo", the Norman cavalry following him were dumbfounded as their brave guard knight was penetrated from the front throat by a barbed arrow cluster that they were accustomed to.

"Pfft" The sharp barb even caused his neck protector to explode from the front, revealing a bloody black hole. Half of the sharp tip came out from Lamudo's back, bringing up a pool of blood. , splashed onto the pale faces of other cavalrymen,

"Papa" The out-of-control corpse swayed on the galloping horse, like a kite that had lost its thread, falling from the undulating horse's back. Under the flying horse's hooves, there was a sound of broken bones.

"How is this possible?" The Normandy cavalry felt a chill in their minds at the same time. The only way to kill a high-speed heavy cavalry within 30 meters was to shoot into the gap between the heavy cavalry's armors.

30 meters away, a young man who claimed to be a descendant of the Baiosud family quickly opened the cavalry longbow in his hand and looked at the Cumanmandy cavalry approaching quickly. His pupils shot a trembling gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The bowstring was pulled open again, and his hawk-like eyes were fixed on another heavy cavalryman running at the front. His fingers were loose, and the powerful bowstring made a violent trembling sound, and the second white line flew towards the oncoming Normandy. cavalry

"Crack!" Sparks flew out, because the target suddenly shook, and the arrow grazed the shoulder armor of the second heavy cavalry knight.

"kill"

There was no room for regret for him. The Normandy cavalry had already crashed in with a strong gust of wind. Bang bang, the farm forks erected in the front row were broken one after another, and the Salanders behind were flying out like kites with broken strings.

Bai Ou suddenly realized that he had been directly exposed in front of the Normandy cavalry.

"go to hell"

The Normandy heavily armored knight who escaped the disaster was like an enraged bull. His first target was Bai Ou, who was slightly distracted.

The front hooves of the war horse were raised, and the knight's spear, filled with ferocious killing intent, stabbed Bai Ou's chest like lightning.