The long spear took the cold light and slashed down, with a terrifying momentum.
The leader of the ancient cavalry used this move to kill countless enemies on the battlefield.
Faced with a warhorse wearing heavy armor in mid-air, and a giant-like steel warrior on horseback, no one can not be frightened, and if he can raise his shield, he is already a warrior. Even so, the hardest shield will be smashed and fly away by this shot, and the owner of the shield will never survive.
But today the shot failed.
The moment the iron spear fell, the young king he was facing turned over with the stirrup, and almost instantly fell to the other side of the war horse.
The iron spear was only an inch away from the king's cheek, swept past his silver hair, landed on the other side of the warhorse, and slashed in the air.
At this time, the king can definitely rival the most outstanding horseback dancers in the world. The spear had just brushed past the saddle, and he had already turned over and sat on the horse's back again, pulling the reins and rushing forward.
The shot he was determined to win was empty, and the leader of the cavalry fell back to the ground with his horse and man.
At that moment, the leader of the heavy cavalry saw a cold smile pass over the pale face of the king.
In that smile, there was something terrifying to the descendants of the sea barbarians.
The next moment, the king was approaching the leader of the ancient cavalry.
The leader of the ancient cavalry finally understood why the other party pushed the carriage down the grassy slope despite knowing that the empty carriage could not stop them.
—He was to interrupt the momentum of their charge.
The king made a big gamble to give himself and his knights a chance to fight in close quarters.
In order to inflict maximum damage when charging, the Gulendi heavy cavalry, whether human or warhorse, wore heavy armor. Where heavily armed ancient cavalry stood, deep marks were left on the ground. The terrifying lethality of these heavy cavalry is traded for agility and mobility.
Out of self-confidence and in order to humiliate the Legrand cavalry that they did not pay attention to, the Grundian heavy cavalry mistakenly interrupted the charge, and chose to use a dazzling method to smash the carriages like a leader.
The time was so short, but their enemies caught it.
The sworn knights of Legrand wore silver iron armor, which was as thin as paper compared to the heavy cavalry of Gulund. Although they could not resist the charge of heavy cavalry, they had the agility that the ancient cavalry did not have.
The most agile of them all is King Legrand.
Because he was not wearing armor at all.
The horses were full of hoofs, and the king was the only one who fought in Chinese clothes.
-Before this, no one thought that it was just a negotiation, but the king would like his father to personally set foot on the battlefield.
But this also precisely became the king's advantage.
He was just as light as the wind.
The king dances with the horse.
He galloped around the Grundian heavy cavalry, blowing a whirlwind of silver and scarlet around the black armor. In the whirlwind, the king swings his sword from horseback.
To do this, people and horses must achieve a very high level of cooperation, otherwise the master will be thrown off by the war horse if the timing is wrong, and then be trampled to death by his own war horse.
Suddenly, the moonlight jumped in the darkness.
It's really strange. At this time, the sky is dark and the rain is pouring. Where does the moonlight come from
There was indeed no moonlight, it was the sword that the king slashed with rapidity.
The king's sword has ice patterns like water waves, which is a unique cold-forged steel technology in the north. It was a cold sword, as sharp as its master, and at a glance, it felt like the eye mask was about to be cut open. The king used it to hold down the leader's iron spear, and the sword and sword moved towards the fatally weak link in his armor, leaving no room for the horrific weapon to be deployed.
He must allow himself to roll up a whirlwind of gold and iron horses.
Once the wind stopped, the leader's spear swung open, and the heavy horse rushed forward, then he was the damned one.
In the past, it was not that no one proposed the method of personal assassination of light cavalry to deal with the heavy cavalry of Grundy.
But until now, the Gulendi heavy cavalry is still the shadow of death on the grassland.
For, even if the light cavalry were able to approach the Gurendian heavy cavalry unharmed, it would not help.
It not only requires that the light cavalry must have advanced martial arts, but also requires him to have a mind that is close to madness!
He had to overcome the fear of being smashed to pieces by heavy cavalry, and then he could quickly swing that precise sword light with steady hands.
This is really dancing with death on the tip of a knife.
The leader of the heavy cavalry of Cyrus meets the coldest and most cunning adversary of all time.
His opponent is a splendid crescent moon, but this crescent moon is not hanging in the sky, but the scythe of the god of death. This is a crescent moon that harvests souls. The crescent moon seemed to be covered with spider silk, and the silk was poisoned.
The rainstorm is still falling.
In the wind and rain, the Gulendian heavy cavalry is like a black iron tower caught in a vortex.
The king's sworn knights, shields in one hand and swords in the other, danced around the ancient cavalry. They forgot their fears, the bravery of the ancient cavalry, and all the glory of the knighthood of the frontal charge.
The hell of a knighthood, they're the king's sworn knights.
Their rule is only the king.
Tonight, this moment.
They fought bloody battles with the king.
This idea inspired these sworn knights, and they abandoned the unnecessary rules of knighthood. Like their king, they only entangled and persecuted the heavy cavalry of Gulund, and taught them that they could not afford the usual fierce collisions. .
They don't have the spirit of a knight's head-to-head confrontation, they are no different from unscrupulous killers, but they are terrifyingly crazy.
The invincible Grundian heavy cavalry fought the first most frustrating and exasperating battle.
Some of them launched a ruthless attack. Regardless, they completely abandoned the horrific killing of straight stabbing. They took the middle of the gun and changed the gun into a stick and smashed it on the heads of the crazy silver cavalry, all intent on breaking the head of their enemies. blood flow.
And his enemy, the oath knight roared furiously, desperately letting the iron spear hit him heavily, jumped up from his horse, and threw himself onto the heavy cavalry's black warhorse. When the heavy cavalry's iron spear fell on him, he also sent his sword into the soft throat under the enemy's helmet.
The heavy cavalry rolled along with the oath knight and fell from their horses.
At this moment, silver and black are intertwined and intertwined, like two gears grinding each other. Crimson blood blooms from the collision where the gears are twisted. The blood flowers were quickly washed away by the dark, cold rain.
The lives of people and the lives of horses are collided in the collision of one black and one silver metal.
or die! Either live!
For the first time, there are cavalrymen who are more insane than the scoundrels of Cyrus.
This black and silver gear made up of people's lives and horses' lives kept turning, and gradually left the original grassy slope and came to the lowland below. Everything looked as if there was nothing to be concerned about.
However, when reaching somewhere underground, the king suddenly swung his sword away.
His opponent was startled by the sudden change of sword light.
And the king has already pulled the reins, and the horse jumped out of his battle circle.
"Walk!"
The king shouted sharply at his knights.
As soon as he gave an order, the oath knights withdrew without hesitation, and each left the battle circle. The king's warhorse landed, and he rushed towards the flat ground in front of them with a wave of the horse's head.
The oath knights followed.
The red-eyed heavy cavalry roared, catching up like a whirlwind.
This time, they were finally able to reorganize their team, re-formed into a frightening straight line, and launched a sturdy and ferocious charge.
This time, there was no carriage and no underestimation.
The silver sworn knight followed the king in the scarlet cloak, swept across the flat grass like a swift, light wind.
Black heavy cavalry followed.
As soon as they stepped on the flat grass, all the ancient cavalry realized that something was wrong.
They had just dashed a short distance when the warhorse neighed in horror. Immediately, they fell into the swamp with their horses and men.
They cried out in horror.
The heavy cavalry of Grundy struggled to break free from the mud. However, the armors on their bodies were connected to the warhorses through special iron buckles, and they could not break free at this time. Only in vain can only gradually sink with the war horse.
A very strange thing, in the same meadow, the king and his knights passed by and nothing happened, but the heavy cavalry fell.
The heavy cavalry had already bypassed the large wetland before, and the subsequent battle did not go towards the wetland.
but-
It's not just the wetlands here.
Not far from here, the main trunk of the Doma rushes past, and its two tributaries are distributed in this lowland. In winter, when the water level of the main trunk of the Doma River drops, the tributaries gradually dry up, and many small wetlands will shrink or even disappear.
Some are not too small, and due to the severe cold, frozen soil that is no different from other lands will be formed.
But, it's only September.
The most terrifying winter has yet to come, and those small wetlands have not been completely frozen.
The king remembered all the marshes on this side, while the heavy cavalry of Grundy knew only the largest marsh.
The king and his cavalry were able to pass through the frozen upper wetlands unscathed, but the heavily armoured ancient cavalry could only get stuck in the mud.
Horseshoe kick.
The king and his sworn knights turned their horses and returned.
Pulling on the reins, the king looked down condescendingly at the enemy he had lured into the mire.
The leader of the ancient cavalry was at the forefront of the charge, the closest to the king. He saw the king holding the long sword diagonally, and the cold light of the moon flowing on the sword.
The leader realized something.
The king drove his horse forward.
In the darkness, the sword light swept down like a crescent moon.
Blood spurted from the throat of the heavy cavalry leader, and he fell back into the mud.
The mud quickly engulfed him.
Hot blood splattered into the corner of the king's eyes, and down his pale and cold face, it brought a scarlet scarlet that was full of hostility and glamour. The king watched coldly as his enemies were devoured by the silent swamp.
The king plucked his horse, and a torrential rain fell on him.
The scarlet cloak was so dark in the rain that it seemed to smell thick and bloody.
He said to the few remaining sworn knights around him:
"Walk."
Cold, boiling, crazy...
The first drop of blood had already fallen, staining the king's robes red.