Cylondian heavy cavalry, descended from sea barbarians, they are shadows wandering the earth.
They often appear as mercenaries on the fringe battlefields of various countries.
□□ lost its effect, its whereabouts have been exposed, and the heavy cavalry of Gulundi no longer hide their figures.
The heavy cavalrymen hung the hard bows on their backs again, carrying the heavy and frightening iron spears in one hand, and did not rush to charge. They were separated from the negotiating mission by a small wetland. They spread out and circled around the edge of the wetlands.
They slowly distanced themselves, stretching each other long enough to unleash their iron guns without stabbing their comrades. At the same time, it is also to exert psychological pressure on its prey.
Of course they could not rush to attack.
Ordinary war horses are simply no match for the war horses of Grundy. In front of the Grundy heavy cavalry. Fleeing will only turn into a puddle of flesh faster, and fighting is equivalent to throwing your life on the tip of the black iron spear.
"Oh God… "
Someone in the negotiating corps let out a cry of despair. Someone just got off the carriage and slumped on the ground upon hearing the bad news.
Someone tremblingly held the silver cross and began to pray for the blessing of the gods.
But today is the death of St. Var, and today's gods do not forgive the world.
"Your Majesty! Please leave!"
With a wave of the knight commander, the iron-clad sworn knights crowded around the king, and they used steel shields to erect a seemingly impregnable wall - in fact, everyone knew how futile the defense was.
"We are here to guard you! Please leave immediately! Your Majesty!"
"Leave? Where are you leaving?!"
The king sneered.
He pointed to the Moon River Fortress behind him.
"Wait to beg for mercy to Legrand's enemies!"
The knight commander lowered his head and did not speak, but his expression already revealed what he meant:
He really hoped that he would buy time for the king so that the king could return to the Moon River Fortress. Blasey and Legrand have just signed a treaty, as long as they enter the Moon River Fortress, the king will be safe.
- Even being a prisoner of Blaise is better than being trampled into mud by heavy cavalry!
Almost everyone thinks so.
Everyone present was silent, expressing silent approval with silence.
The king was furious.
"The Qiangwei family has never had a captured king before, nor will there be in the future, nor will there be any now!" The king pulled the reins and pointed his sword at the knights in the crowd, "Come here!"
The knight moir rode forward.
The king threw the contract to Knight More, his face still filled with terrifying anger: "Take this and give it to the Duke of Buckingham."
"Follow your orders!"
Knight More caught the heavy peace agreement, and suddenly something stuck in his throat.
"You guys, go from there, bypass here, go down the branch river, don't go to Tru, go directly to Selin! Now, take these idiots and get out of here!"
The king looked down condescendingly at the officials who rolled down from their carriages and climbed onto their horses.
No one knew when the king knew the terrain of the surrounding towns and roads.
Only the three of them were shocked.
At the request of the king, they covered this in detail in that report, but that was too long. They even mixed all the dizzyingly detailed information out of hostility and indignation... No one thought the king really read it all and remembered it firmly.
"His Majesty!"
The Chief of Internal Affairs smashed out of the crowd and knelt heavily on the ground.
"Give me your cloak! Please let me stay for you! Your Majesty!"
"What?" The king smiled, his eyes slashing sharply across the pale face of the House Chief, "Do you think you are more noble than the Legrand monarch?!"
The chief of the interior looked at the young king he had taken care of for more than ten years.
"Take him."
The king no longer went to see the housemaster, he ordered the three knights of More. He stood in the wind, his scarlet cloak rolled up by the wind, like a turbulent sea of blood. His pale blue eyes were seven points colder than ice.
Knight Moore dragged the house chief who could not afford to kneel on his horse.
"roll!"
King ordered.
He turned his horse's head and stood side by side with his sworn knights, without looking at the people who were about to flee.
"For the glory of Rose!"
Knight Mole shouted the motto, and led the others to rush out.
The king and his sworn knights stand as a wall on the grassy crest. Under his orders, his courtiers abandoned the carriage and turned around on the other side of the grassy slope, heading for another distant town. Along the tributaries of the Doma, they will go as far as Seln, and from there they will be able to return to the palace by another way.
The shadow of the torch has become sporadic.
The knights of Maur galloped on their horses, and when they turned back, they saw only the king under the escort of iron armor. He stood icy and arrogant, not moving a step, while the heavy cavalry who were at a distance from him spread out into a line, and they also stood still. This grassland and wetlands have become a stage and a battlefield.
The negotiating corps passed the edge of the stage.
There was still some hope left in the housemaster that he would be able to distract the king from his enemies. But those terrifying heavy cavalry didn't even give them out of the corner of their eyes.
King, sworn cavalry, ancient cavalry.
They are the protagonists of this stage, and the rest are irrelevant.
The House Chief could see faintly that the king's scarlet robe was being blown by the wind, and his young monarch looked like he had come from hell.
The figure of William III overlapped with the king.
The House Chief finally realized one thing:
His allegiance is no longer the arrogant young boy, but the son of the military genius, the descendant of the mad blood flowing with roses, and the monarch who ran the land of Legrand for generations.
His Majesty—
Born to be king.
…
A lion hunting elk doesn't care about a flock of stray rabbits.
The heavy cavalry of Cyrus, as the king expected, did not intercept the fleeing people. The attention of the heavy cavalry was all on the most honorable prey that had never been seen before.
The heavy cavalry had bypassed the wetlands, raised their spears high, and began to roar like wild beasts.
The wildness of the sea barbarians boils under the armor.
They were a pack of beasts, a pack of brutal beasts clad in steel. They enjoy killing, enjoying the despair of their prey before they die, and they love to slaughter their enemies with the bloodiest means.
The black cavalry line began to advance, and when their roaring momentum gathered to the apex, they would charge.
Often, before then, their enemies are already horrified to the core.
But tonight was an exception.
As if a cold iron mask loomed over the king's face, he stood in the cold wind.
His head hurt more and more, and thousands of knives were scratching, and those knives were quenched. Everyone wants him to die, everyone wants him to go to hell. Those who grit their teeth and struggle to survive the past roared. Who wants him to die... he wants someone to die!
"bring it on."
The knight commander heard his voice, and the voice was ferocious and furious.
"Aren't you going to kill me?"
"Come on then!"
The torrential rain fell overwhelmingly, as if to match the thrilling music for the first battle tonight.
In the low muffled thunder and the rain that washed away the sky and the earth, the Gulundian heavy cavalry merged into a straight line, and their armors had ferocious bone spurs. The heavy rain washed over their black armor, splashing up, and the edge of the armor was covered with a hazy white light.
Tonight—
The saint sleeps forever in the tomb
Death follows in the monarch's crown
The roses on the armor are always bloody!
The spears of the Gulundian heavy cavalry carried a silver light.
The charge begins.
…
The horses' hooves, wrapped in heavy black iron, trod heavily across the muddy grass.
The cavalry of Gulund swept across the battlefield like lightning and rushed to the slightly higher grassy slope. Their eyes were ruthless behind the iron helmet masks, and the hideous bone spurs on their armor were clearly visible. Those bone spurs are not only decorative decorations to deter the enemy, but also part of the bloodthirsty weapon.
With the king's order, his knights pushed down all the empty carriages that were lined up on the slope.
The carriage tumbled in the rain and mud, smashing the enemies who were rushing up.
The knights of Ancient Ruddy let out a jeering cry.
The iron spears, their horrific weapons in their hands, waved, and smashed the empty carriages towards them in a show-like manner.
The empty carriages had already rolled into the ranks of the heavy cavalry, and were smashed into pieces one by one—those sturdy carriages were like a piece of paper in front of the cavalry of Grendian. Immediately after, the smashed empty carriage was knocked out by the monster-like Grundian warhorse in heavy armor, and it fell apart in the muddy water.
Heavy hooves trampled over the wood and metal.
The king raised his sword aloft and swung it down:
"For the glory of Rose!"
"For the glory of Rose!"
The knights roared.
The rain washed heavily on both sides.
With the hindrance and cover of the carriage, the king and his knights rushed out.
The king's carriage was made of oak and plated with metal, and it survived the rush of the horses and fell to the ground. It was the leader of the cavalry who blocked the way of the charge.
The head of the Gulundian heavy cavalry kept his eyes on the king in the scarlet cloak.
When the king came on his horse, the leader pulled the reins and jumped straight from the oak carriage with his horse and his horse. In mid-air, he leaned out, the spear slashed down at the king with a chilling wind on his spine.