Roland Hill stood up from the tent. Because of the preparations she had made before, her clothes were also changed into close-fitting hunting gear, which was convenient for movement.
When the curtain of the tent was opened, a huge clatter of rain came, and the six riders who were guarding outside the tent were also very surprised to see her appear. Before these riders could ask questions, Roland Hill rang the big copper bell hanging at the entrance of the tent. The thumping sound of the bell sounded very special even on a rainy night, alarming many of the guards who had not yet slept.
The girl asked a few riders beside her to immediately notify everyone, put on their armor, and prepare for battle.
As the Chamber of Commerce guards in the tent were woken up one by one, the sound of horse hooves in the distance was getting closer.
I couldn't wait, I didn't expect the enemy's marching speed not only did not decrease in the rain, but even faster, Roland Hill acted decisively and ordered some of the guards who had been prepared to line up on the avenue in 3 rows, each 3 rows apart. meters, so that even if the cavalry broke through the first floor, the overall front would not collapse immediately. Still have to face the spears and crossbows in the back row.
Several team leaders led people to move quickly. In the majestic rain, shouts came and went one after another in the camp, and there were hurried footsteps and sounds of action everywhere.
The 12 spearmen formed the first line of defense. They stood behind the wooden fence, and the sound of running horses' hooves was obvious at this time, and even they vaguely sensed that the arrivals were not good. The cold rain wet the clothes and armor along the top of the head and shoulders, and the water flow on the gun barrel also made the clenched hands a little slippery. They stared at the dark and blurry rain curtain in front of them anxiously, as if someone could come out of it at any time. And devoured beasts.
The second and third rows are still pikemen, and behind the third row are swordsmen and shields suitable for melee combat, who protect the archers and other non-combatants behind. Several attendants propped up six large braziers, and then poured kerosene and lit them, so that they could burn even on rainy days.
Roland Hill was wearing the black hooded robe before, riding on a horse, looking at the blurred shadows in the distant mountains, holding a matte crossbow in his hand, this was a gift from the Yagtilin family before leaving, matte Black Crossbow (Superior Silver).
As if a narwhal pierced the ice above its head, a group of cavalrymen in black armor suddenly rushed out of the turning intersection in front and charged straight towards the camp.
They wore unknown black masks. The special masks did not affect their breathing even in the rain, and the dark red patterns on them also added a bit of horror.
This group of black cavalry probably has the level of Sequence 2, but their positions are very compatible with the rain. Not only does it not affect their actions during the rainstorm, but they are much stronger than usual. On the other hand, the riders and guards on Roland Hill's side, although there are more than 10 in Sequence 2, more than 30 in Sequence 1, and more than 100 people in total have been negatively affected by the rain, they are not as strong as the other party.
The leader hidden in the middle of the cavalry saw the guards in the camp, his pupils shrank slightly, but hesitantly, a special whistle sounded, these black cavalry took out a javelin, and then hurriedly threw it in the rain. come out.
It's too late, it's too soon. The galloping cavalry rushed to the front in a blink of an eye, while the spearmen in the front row groaned and fell down while clutching the flesh-and-blood javelin.
The dense sound of the bowstrings of the crossbow sounded, but unfortunately, due to the influence of the rain, most of them missed the key point, but were only inserted into the thick armor and did not penetrate. Only one of them passed through a cavalry's eye socket, and the black-clothed cavalry fell from the horse.
First rushed to the black cavalry in front of the formation, raised the lance that was ready to go, and the turbid rainwater surrounded it. With the impact of the lance, the wooden fence in front was smashed to pieces, clearing the way for the attack of the subsequent troops. Obstacles cleared.
The remaining long-seekers in the first row no longer hesitated. With a roar, they raised their spears, strode forward, and slammed into the chest of the warhorse. The front slipped, and the cavalry on his back fell heavily.
Then the spearmen in the second row also ushered in a violent attack. The spear and the lance, neither side did not dodge, or did not have time to dodge, followed by the sound of steel piercing the flesh, a few black cavalry like rag dolls Just like that, being lifted high from the saddle by the spear, and then falling on the road where the rain flows, there is no more life.
And the long-sought-after players have a hard time here. Even if the lance surrounded by turbidity didn't hit the key, it would rupture the internal organs of the whole body and lie on the ground, unable to stand up again.
The second wave of crossbow bowstrings sounded intensively. Due to the extremely close distance this time, several black-clothed cavalrymen clutched the arrowheads around their necks, fell off their horses unwillingly, and rolled into the rain by the roadside.
The follow-up black cavalry rushed to the front of the third row, the neighing sound of the horses, the collision of armor, the clash of gun blades, and the tight human wall was rushed to the side, and the sword and shield soldiers behind them immediately. Rush up to fill the gap and prevent the front from being washed away.
Seeing that the broken gap was about to close, the leader of the black-clothed cavalry shouted loudly, and the rainwater in a radius of nearly 100 meters was quickly absorbed onto the spear, and the water flow around the spear turned rapidly in a spiral shape, and then moved forward like a cannonball. The impact caused surging water waves and violent sonic booms, and the formation of the camp was split open by a big axe, revealing a wide gap.
In this way, the vulnerable bowmen and protected core personnel were exposed in front of this group of fierce black cavalry.
Is it too late? In just the time it took to fire two crossbow arrows, the group of cavalry broke through the front and rushed to the front.
Looking at the shocking scene ahead, Roland Hill threw away the crossbow in his hand and drew a sharp sword from his waist.
She is not someone who will admit defeat easily, and her clear voice came out in the rain at this moment.
"Raise your gun and charge with me!"
The ten lance riders on the side pulled down the masks on their helmets and followed the heroic young lady. The horses under their crotch began to run with all their strength, the lances sank slightly, and the cold blue light began to shine at the blade of the spear.
The black-clothed cavalry on the opposite side watched this scene without saying a word, but the speed of advance was faster. The cavalry on both sides continued to dash away the guards who wanted to close the front, while the twenty or so cavalry in the middle sprinted with all their strength, and the turbidity began to flow. Surrounded by the lance, the armor on the body also reflected bursts of water light.
The cavalry on both sides collided like a roaring train. From the moment they fought, more than a dozen figures were thrown from the saddle, and then rolled down.
The queues of the two sides quickly staggered past, and they ran for nearly 100 meters before they stopped. In the pouring rain, Roland Hill's face was pale, and a long wound was drawn on her right arm. The blood stained her clothes and robes. She gasped violently, and then took out a potion from her bosom to serve herself. Down.
And the leader of the black cavalry fell in a pool of blood forever, and the outcome of this battle was also decided at this moment.