The Knights of the Royal Capital cut into the rear of Garcia's team like a silver blade. ∽↗Top∽↗Point∽↗小∽↗say, x.
The crowd suddenly became a mess, and many people fell to the ground when they fled in a panic, and then were trampled to death by horses.
Occasionally someone drew a weapon to resist, only to be impaled by a skilled knight with a spear. Leading this unstoppable torrent, the one rushing at the forefront of the sharp blade was Naimen Moore, the Knight of Howling Wind. The blue-striped cloak flying behind him was particularly eye-catching, and wherever he went, the enemies avoided them. After a round of rushing down, his spear tip and long sword were covered with blood.
Timothy Wimbledon stood on a hill in the distance, observing the situation on the battlefield. At this time, the tail of the 3,000-strong team was no longer as neat as before.
They won't be able to hold on for long, Tifeke thought to himself, the team of Three Sisters will collapse after two more rounds. These people can't resist the attack of the elite knights of Greycastle. Most of them don't even have armor. will be completely out of combat.
Just as he expected, it took an extra hour to detour from the side of Eagle City, over a hill, and after passing through a sparse forest, the Knights returned to the main road again. Then he ordered the entire team to speed up, and finally caught up with Garcia's main force at noon.
According to what the duke taught him, Tifeko divided the knights into three groups, each group of about 300 people, took turns to cover the enemy's side and rear. This saves horsepower and has reinforcements on hand to mobilize in an emergency. In order to avoid being surrounded, the knights didn't have to rush into the group, they only needed to approach the team from the side, speed up and dash, cutting off a small piece of tail and eating them, each time causing dozens of losses to the opponent.
This tactic obviously paid off. After a few rounds, the enemy killed and injured more than 100 people, but they were unable to fight back. They also wanted to organize cavalry to counterattack, but the gap between equipment and training was too great. Compared with the Knights of the Royal Capital, the cavalry they had made up was just a group of infantry on horses. In a single meeting, those "cavalry" who bravely fought were killed and fled.
This one-sided massacre was a huge blow to morale, and Tifeco noticed that some of Garcia's team had begun to leave the line and flee in other directions.
Time for a general attack, he thought. When the Howling Knights led the team back, he did not order the next round of assault, but returned to the Knights from the hillside.
"Your Majesty, they are about to be washed away," Naimen wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the blood in his palm left a few marks on his face - it was the blood of the enemy, and he was still unscathed in the battle.
Tifeko took out his handkerchief and handed it to him, "Well done, rest for a while, and we will give the enemy the final blow."
Seeing that the next round of tail docking shock did not come, Garcia's men also realized that the time for a decisive battle was coming. The huge team stopped advancing completely and slowly gathered until they hugged into a ball. The people in the outermost layer raised their wooden guns one after another.
Tifeko scoffed, it was just a dying struggle. There was no refusal of horses, no armor, and if he wanted to block the impact of the Royal Capital Knights with his flesh and blood, he could only end in a fiasco. No matter whether the third sister is still in the team at this time, it can't change the ending. Perhaps she had already changed her clothes and left, leaving these people to delay time for herself.
But he soon discovered that he was wrong.
The flag of the Queen of Clear Water was erected again in the crowd. The green pennant fluttered in the wind, and the pattern of the sailboat and the crown made Tifeko frown. He raised his observation glass and watched the enemy formation. I saw a vague figure of a woman standing on the "human platform" set up by several samurai, holding her hands high, and seemed to be shouting something. He couldn't see her face clearly, but the fluttering gray hair revealed her identity.
Garcia Wimbledon, she didn't run.
Tifeko took a deep breath, very good, in this way, the farce will end here early. He doesn't need to go to Clear Water Port again.
After the horses were fully rested, the new king issued an order for the entire army to attack.
More than 800 cavalrymen composed of knights and squires, led by the Knights of the Royal Capital, launched a charge against the enemy. And the knives of the knights are still howling knight - Naimen Moore.
Just as the knights were about to enter the enemy line, a large number of people suddenly appeared on the horizon on the east and west sides. They made strange noises and ran all the way towards the center of the battlefield.
Tifeko's eyes widened in disbelief, who are these people
There was no flag, no family crest, and the troops that suddenly appeared were different from any side of the kingdom. Under the observation mirror, most of them don't even have armor, and their weapons are also varied. However, that tall figure and weird face, in Tifeko's cognition, only one kind of person has.
The sand people of the extreme south!
He no longer needs to guess whether the other party is an enemy or a friend. There is no doubt that Garcia and the sand people must have reached some kind of deal to let these damn aliens intervene in the kingship of Greycastle. Thinking of Tifeko's anger here, he turned his head and shouted loudly: "Honor, call the knights back!"
But it was already too late. The army in the high-speed charge could not easily turn its head. The knights plunged into Garcia's formation and cut butter to the hot knife, stabbing the position of the Queen of Clear Water.
Timothy looked eagerly at the flag that stood against the wind, hoping that it would be broken—there were about a thousand sandmen attacking from both sides, and as a result, Garcia’s army swelled to five thousand people, and this number was no longer his own. I can eat it. Moreover, the sand people's personal force is sturdy, and they are a great threat to the Knights after being caught in a close battle. If he can kill the enemy's leader, cut off the flagpole, and smash Garcia's militia at this time, he still has a chance of winning.
However, the flagpole shook, still standing in the array.
The sand people completed the encirclement, and followed the passage opened by the Knights to join the battle.
Without this group of reinforcements, Garcia's three thousand desperadoes should have long since dispersed, but at this moment, they are still insisting, dragging the knights into it little by little like a swamp.
The horn of retreat resounded on the battlefield, and the knights rushed out one after another to move closer to Tifeko, but many people were still trapped in the enemy positions, including the Howling Knights.
He was entangled by an alien warrior with a height of nine feet, and he was out of breath. The giant wooden stick swung by the other side made a small blank space around the two of them. Naimen's mount had already been smashed to death. He relied on his extraordinary reflexes and agility to dodge left and right, but the thick armor quickly consumed all his energy. Few stamina left. Finally, when he was dodging sideways, he lost stability under his feet, and the wooden stick that was swept across hit his chest. The strength of the force caused the armor to sink into the body, and the wooden stick was broken into two sections.
The blue cloak fell slowly and disappeared into the crowd.
Half an hour later, fewer and fewer knights were still fighting. When the sand people set their sights on where Tifeko was standing, he gritted his teeth and issued an evacuation order. The group began to retreat to the north. Compared with the huge team at the time, there were only three hundred people left by the new king.