Zack and his team failed to attack, so they had to turn in front of Rulin's spear. Hall's group following behind was fifty meters away to ensure the safety of the companion in front of them.
But in this situation, a group of light cavalry quickly inserted between the two teams, brandishing cavalry knives and passing through in an extremely arrogant posture, killing and wounding more than 20 elite heavy cavalry.
It's not that Hall, who is in charge of protecting, doesn't want to save. When Zack is about to be censored, his own dozens of people are also facing threats-there is also a group of Qingqi brandishing sabers out of the darkness.
Hall and the others still retained their speed. As soon as the enemy appeared, they were ready to attack, so they naturally ignored Zack in front of them. But the light cavalry on the opposite side didn't mean to go head-to-head, and retreated after turning around lightly.
In less than a minute, the two groups of light cavalry completed a perfect match in the dark.
The result was that Zack’s heavy ride was defeated, and Zack himself was even shot in the vest by his opponent with an arrow in front of Hall and fell off the horse.
The disorganized heavy cavalry lost its formation and ran around.
Hall had to protect his personnel from fleeing to the unknown village. When he saw his city lord, he had to kneel down with guilt and shook his head with a sullen face: "Your Excellency, we failed to defeat the enemy. Sack is also dead."
Kyle Holden has no time to pay attention to Sack's death. He stares bitterly at the darkness outside the village, his mind is very confused.
Because in a moment, the snare drums outside the village became louder and louder, accompanied by sonorous footsteps moving forward.
Infantry, by listening to this sound, you know that it is a heavy infantry of at least hundreds of people.
Noble lords would not choose to be an infantryman if he had some money. They like to ride high on horses, they are both majestic and handsome, and their combat effectiveness is stronger.
If that nobleman could only stand on the ground and fight with others, he would be laughed at.
But now, Kyle Holden wonders if he should regret it
Victor Hugo is obviously a wolf. The nobles in the north call him the "Monster of the Black Forest", but they look down on people in their hearts. Why do they treat him like a fat sheep
Kyle Holden felt that his preparations for the past few months were appropriate, but the purpose of the preparations was obviously wrong. This shouldn't be thinking about going to Coldwind City to take advantage, just to prevent the opponent from killing.
But now there is nothing wrong.
The small village in the wild has a small area, the houses that can be demolished have been demolished, and the lines of fortifications that can be built have also been constructed. The noble knights of the more than two hundred Broken Bridge City are in their positions, waiting for their opponents to come up and fight.
"Next, the enemy should have infantry. There should be a lot of them. But we can bomb them with fireball first."
The lord of the city gritted his teeth and ordered the entourage wizard. He also rubbed the ring on his finger, thinking that he must give his opponent a bit of a trick later.
More than a dozen wizards and priests with the army nodded. They were ready to gain various arcane and divine arts, as well as various kinds of destructive magic, just waiting for the enemy to come and die.
For example, "Stone Wall", "Greasy", "Slow", whether it is cavalry infantry, the caster always has a variety of ways to deal with it.
The footsteps of the queue outside the village are getting closer and louder. The atmosphere of the battlefield has naturally become more and more tense. The wizards took out several powerful scrolls from their pockets, ready to cast spells at any time.
A loud and hoarse command came from the dark wind, "Everyone, stand at attention, the whole team. Grenadiers stand out, ready to throw blazing glue."
He stopped neatly about fifty meters away, not far or near. The bow and arrow can be reached, but the power is not enough, and it is not allowed in the dark. The caster has no advantage at this distance.
Outside the village, all three infantry battalions in Coldwind City appeared. The dense spears pointed in the direction of the village. The soldiers in heavy armor and helmets took heavy breaths, staring at the bonfire in the village not far away.
Under the light of the fire, you can see the fortifications constructed hastily with rotten wooden planks as the main material, and the burly and tall enemy knight master after the fortifications.
Those are ordinary nobles. When ordinary people see them, they must retreat to the side of the road and bow their heads to show respect. Otherwise, some mistakes and omissions will be blamed at every turn.
Now, the noble lords are hiding in the village, staring at the outside with unspeakable gazes to challenge their authority, status, and even life.
They were all big soldiers with mud legs. What are they holding in their hands? The cheapest spear.
What is rebellion
This is!
All beings are equal before life and death. There is no difference between noble and lowly.
"Soldiers." A clear voice sounded in the darkness, "I am Victor Hugo. I hope you remember this moment, this is your first actual battle, and it will be a battle that will be recorded in the annals of history.
When you get old one day, you can tell your children and grandchildren about the war tonight. Tell them that you once followed a great commander and attacked the corrupt and shameful so-called nobleman. "
Following these words, a dozen large boxes were transported from the carriage behind. The heavy orcs were all carrying the boxes. They opened the boxes behind the pikemen's line and took out the fired amphora from the densely stuffed hay.
The orcs first carefully sealed and opened the pottery jar, installed a flaming cloth strip, and ignited it. The cloth strips that act as fuzes are on fire in the night breeze, like an oil lamp.
After all preparations were completed, under the command of a special grenadier officer, the orc, whose strength was far beyond ordinary humans, threw the ignited jars in his hands vigorously.
These version 2.0 of the "Fire Glue" showed its power when attacking the Hall of Winter. Although it is not safe enough, it is cheap enough. Zhou Qingfeng, who owns a wood retort kiln, ordered mass production and reserve of this weapon.
Throwing a half-kilogram jar for fifty meters is a breeze for the orcs. A squad of orc grenadiers threw twelve of them, and the burning strips of flames drew a bright trajectory in the air and fell down.
The master knight guarding in the village is still waiting for the opponent's infantry or cavalry to rush up to kill him, and the entourage wizard also wants to play a barbecue with fireball.
Unexpectedly, the enemy on the opposite side was far more fierce than ordinary opponents in playing with fire.
No matter what the fire is, Kyle Holden always feels threatening, and subconsciously orders the archer behind him, "Shoot those things."
The archers of Broken Bridge City were also unambiguous, shooting a wave of arrows like beads. They shot quite accurately, hitting three lit amphora in the dark night.
The terracotta bottle hit immediately shattered, and the wood tar in it immediately dispersed. Some were broken and fell into the open space outside the village, setting ablaze. Other pots fell in the village, like a wave of tar droplets.
As for the jars that weren't shot, the locations of the vases were different, but they were still centered on the unnamed village from far and near, burning a dazzling flame.
After just such a wave, the knight masters aroused infinite fear. They knew that they could not keep it-more than two hundred people crowded in a small village. If it sounds good, it means a high density of troops. If it doesn’t sound, everyone is a roast pig. .
The jar was thrown very fast, and the Orc Grenadier on the opposite side had enough strength to throw one hand, and another one after another.
Huhuhu's earthenware bottle kept going up to the sky. At the beginning, it needed to be stuffed with a fire cloth strip and lit, and then it was thrown away directly.
Because there are already fires everywhere in the village, there is no need to worry about the location.
As soon as the fire raged, the besieged village immediately began to chaos. The knight masters subconsciously gathered in the direction of their city lord, hoping to get some shelter or listen to an idea.
But everyone quickly understood a truth-do you get together to find death? Disperse quickly!
The fire ideas kept falling, and the two hundred nobles all looked up, hoping to figure out where they fell. If it was a face-to-face fight with swords and guns, they could still hold on. But now no one is willing to stand still and wait for the fire to burn.
Kyle Horton's attendant raised his head, grabbed the shield, and helped his city lord to block his head. He opened his mouth, completely at a loss as to how to command.
The entourage wizards and priests made various battle scenarios, but they didn't expect to encounter this endless pottery bottle flying from the sky.
Now how to do
Kyle Holden was also anxious and shouted to his men around him: "Get on the horse and attack outwards. We are noble people. We can't escape without fighting, let alone withstand such humiliating death."