The horseshoes carefully crafted by the blacksmith hit the flat ground, and the slightly soft soil layer subsided slightly, leaving heavy hoof marks one by one, which were trampled by more horseshoes and gradually merged into one piece.
1,000 Mamluks lined up in a rectangular queue, advancing side by side in an orderly manner.
Crowded into pieces.
The breath of terror has already permeated the air.
The vigor of the Sarande people is undoubtedly revealed in this group of top level 5 cavalry, just like what they did on the Calradia continent, holding high-quality long spears, with two-handed iron rods pinned to their waists, ready to Launch a charge like a sandstorm.
They will crush all obstacles, all opponents, and all enemies in front of them!
This is the pride of Mamluks!
in the distance.
Under the dim night, the end of the horizon.
A dark figure has appeared there, like a dark wave, moving slowly through the night, the sound of footsteps has also been processed, it seems that linen is wrapped around the feet, the speed is slightly slower, but concealed Very strong.
This group of water thieves from the Reese Niston River can already be regarded as experts in sneak attacks.
But in fact it is useless.
The sneak attack has been discovered.
Kant's troops stood in place on the plain land.
1,000 fully armored Mamluks with men and horses lined up in a rectangle, and 400 Sarande riders on the left and right sides, wearing excellent Sarande chain armor, riding Sarande with only a layer of linen Dema, stand by as assault cavalry.
And on the outermost side, there are more than 300 desert robbers running back and forth.
This is Kant's scouting cavalry.
Also a messenger.
The next battle is no longer the time for desert bandits to play.
In Death Penalty Mountain before, a large number of desert bandits, these light cavalry, have been severely injured. They belong to light cavalry, they do not have good melee combat ability at all, so they also caused a lot of casualties on their own side.
Although in Kant's view, the death of those semi-demonic cavalry is already a victory.
But numbers have been severely curtailed.
The desert robbers also did not have the ability to charge in groups.
Otherwise, with only 2,500 desert bandits, as long as they have arranged excellent tactics, these light cavalry can forcefully divide and defeat the more than 6,000 water bandits on the plain, and their own casualties will never exceed a thousand.
But for Kant, there is no need to care.
Now he can do the same.
Destroy those water thieves on the Reese Niston River, and the casualties of one's own side can even be controlled in the hundreds!
Relying on the 1,800 cavalry behind him!
"grown ups."
Bestur spoke behind him: "They are here."
"Yeah." Kant nodded calmly, looked up, and the black tide-like figure on the horizon finally approached, but the speed was getting slower and slower, as if he had also discovered the cavalry waiting here, a little confused and puzzled.
Those water thieves of the Rethniston River are cautious by nature and will not come easily.
This is especially true after discovering that Kant is ready.
only.
There is no turning back when you open the bow.
All these Rhysniston water thieves fanatically imagined their wonderful life after obtaining so many treasures.
Giving up on this hard-won action now because the sneak attack has been discovered is definitely impossible, and it is impossible to retreat, they have already been blinded by greed!
If they retreat now, what will happen to their better life in the future
It is impossible to retreat!
Only war!
This is exactly what Kant expected.
On the Rethniston River, his water combat units may be fewer and weaker.
But on land, with his absolute force, it is easy for him to defeat these water thieves, most of whom belong to light infantry. Even if he is at a disadvantage in quantity, he has an absolute advantage in quality!
Winning more with less is already doomed for Kant. This is an absolute victory!
"The other side stopped."
Bestur said: "Send someone over, it should be to negotiate."
"Negotiation?" Kant turned his mouth slightly, looked at the front of the water thief troops, obviously the pikemen and cavalry of the regular army, and shook his head slightly: "They just want to come here to test out what happened."
"Then how?" Bestur looked at Kant: "Do I need to deal with it?"
"Um."
Kant nodded: "Just do it."
"Yes." With permission, Bestur showed a sinister smile: "I will be very straightforward!"
As he said that, he lightly knocked on the horse's belly, driving the horse under his crotch forward.
just in front.
Some of the water thieves also rode over.
It seems that it should be a knight of the Silver Plate Kingdom, with a bit of arrogance, approaching Bestur: "Hey, strange troops, why do you appear here? You must know that I know all the nobles in the East County. I know which nobleman the flag on your body belongs to."
"Oh, don't you know us?" Bestur smiled.
"certainly."
The knight said arrogantly: "We are the troops of the Silver Plate Kingdom, why do we need to know the nobles of your Lion Principality?" He said with a bit of taunt in his eyes: "You are just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered."
"That's really interesting." Bestur still smiled calmly: "Then what do you think?"
"Let's get closer."
The knight showed a greedy smile: "I know that you have obtained a lot of property, and now you need to contribute. You know, I am not talking to you now, nor are I talking to you with these garbage-like water thieves behind me."
"Who is that?" Bestour asked.
"All the nobles of the Silver Plate Kingdom!"
He condensed his voice, pointed at Bestur and said, "You little fellow, you must know the power of the Silver Plate Kingdom. Even the Lion Principality will tremble under the threat of the Silver Plate Kingdom!"
"Oh, it's really shocking." Bestur nodded, but a sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I want to give you a gift."
"I like the precious ones."
The knight thought that Bestur was showing weakness, and suddenly showed a greedy smile.
His fat tongue licked his lips: "If it is the Golden Eagle, I think I will excuse you, and even recommend you to join the Silver Plate Kingdom and become a knight of this powerful kingdom, just like me, gaining the power that even the Lion Principality fears , because behind me stands the Silver Plate Kingdom, this mighty kingdom."
"certainly."
Bestur moved forward, but his hand grabbed the scimitar at his waist.
Under the knight's unbelievable gaze, following the sound of the blade passing through the scabbard, a sharp white streak appeared in the void, almost touching the tip of his nose in a sensitive way, from top to bottom.
"ah-"
The knight suddenly felt the tip of his nose cool down.
But immediately a smear of blood appeared in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it. A sharp pain hit his mind, and he covered his nose and howled in pain on the horse's back, because the road just now In the light of the knife, his nose had been chopped off.
Bestur looked at his distressed appearance, and shook the blood on the knife: "This is my gift, do you like it?"
(end of this chapter)