Black Iron Crown

"Everyone get ready!" Sir Wallace's voice was very penetrating, and his shout made all the cavalry hear them.

"Look for this flag!" Sir Wallas waved the lance with the pennant tied in his hand, hunting the flag waving.

Under his shout, the knights put down their full-face helmets or put on their own fully-enclosed helmets, took the lances from the subordinates around them, and got ready for battle.

"Now, rush up with me! For victory!"

Sir Wallas shook the lance in his hand up and down, his body suddenly leaned forward, and his feet pinched the war horse under his crotch. The fierce and amazingly tall armored horse immediately understood what his master meant, as if he had been away from him all the time. Like a sharp arrow, he rushed out.

Behind Sir Valas, there were nine other Scarlet Griffin Knights, who followed him at the same speed and ran wildly.

Forty bloody griffin followers rode their war horses to follow them or behind them, and they would give the knights the greatest help and the best cooperation on the battlefield.

As for the local knights of Moreland conferred by Reiner, their horses followed closely behind them, and the heavy cavalry from the royal family, although they also had their own formations, obviously did not match Reiner's. The Cavaliers played well together.

After all, the cooperation between cavalry is not easy. Not only do you need to master the distance between yourself and the opponent's two horses, but you also need to roughly understand the opponent's intentions, and you must follow the large army to charge together.

The royal heavy cavalry who have not undergone coordinated training are obviously unable to do this, so they can only follow the charging cavalry to add some impact in the ensuing battle.

"Speed ​​up!" Sir Wallas shouted loudly, and then shook the lance in his hand up and down once to attract the attention of the knights.

All the knights leaned forward slightly, holding a knight shield in their left hand, pointing forward with a four-meter assault lance in their right hand, the shield firmly protected their bodies, leaving only the side holding the lance exposed .

The high bridge saddle and stirrups gave them great stability, which, combined with their already incomparably skilled riding, allowed their hands to be completely free from the reins.

Earl Zhebo felt the slight tremor of the ground. Although there was no expression on his face, there was some tension in his heart.

Slightly raised his head to look at the enemy cavalry rushing over, he didn't show any other expressions on his face, his vassals were looking at him, as a superior, he didn't want to show too much joy, anger, sorrow and joy in front of others, moreover Not to mention the panic and tension.

"Let our knights charge up too! We will win the final victory! Let our brave knights go to the battlefield and use their lances and long swords to win their own glory!" Earl Zhebo's eyes remained Staring at the battlefield ahead, he tilted his head slightly and said.

"As you wish, my lord!" The orderly next to him was extremely respectful and loyal to his master, and after saluting him, he immediately went to convey the order of the earl.

"Ha! Get ready to charge! Noble knights!"

A very burly knight was riding on the back of a war horse, pointed his lance at the charging Scarlet Griffin Knight and the knights behind them, and laughed contemptuously: "Look! Our That's where the merit and glory are! I'm envious of the excellent armor, so strip them off! These damned cesspool bugs don't deserve to wear such fine armor, and the equipment will belong to us in the end!"

What he said was very vulgar, but it was in line with the virtues of the knight class. The knight warriors immediately shouted, they were very greedy for the armor on the enemies in front of them, especially the knights in the red armor at the front ,

If that piece of equipment was sold in the imperial capital, it would be worth at least a hundred gold coins.

They don't understand why their enemies have such valuable armor, but at this time they have no time to think about it. The only way is to defeat them on the battlefield and claim the spoils.

More than 150 cavalry troops composed of Earl Zhebo's canonized knights, knights of Earl Zhebo's knights, and knights of other coalition lords immediately started to move.

The horse's hooves rolled up a cloud of dust that almost covered the sky on the dry ground, and it was almost blinding under the breeze.

The deep sound of the horseshoe hitting the ground was as dull as thunder, and it made people panic after hearing it, as if they were not stepping on the ground but on everyone's chest.

Such a terrifying charging posture has almost no arms that can counter it at the same time, but on the other hand, the knights under Reiner's command who are charging are evenly divided with them.

It is obviously a team with a lot of people, but there is a momentum that is not much different from them, or even faintly overwhelmed. One of the two sides is like a surging torrential flood, and the other is like a mudslide with the force of heaven and earth, carrying a thunderous impact The force just galloped towards the opponent.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the people in front of them were their insurmountable enemies, and the Scarlet Griffin Knights had to break through these enemies before they could complete the order from Reiner to attack the enemy's right wing.

The distance between the two sides was not far, the distance of two to three hundred meters was just enough for them to increase the speed of their horses, and everyone clamped their lances under their armpits and aimed at the enemy in front of them.

Leiner stood on the small high platform from a distance and looked at the torrent of the two knights that were about to swell together, and found that his knights were much faster than the opponent.

He knew that in addition to having a slight advantage in the quality of the horse, there was also a bonus that the cavalry soul was as fast as the wind.

Sir Wallas put down the lance in his hand and tucked it under his armpit. The cheek under his helmet became extremely ferocious at this moment. From this distance, he could clearly see the cold face under the peephole of the enemy's helmet in front of him. look.

"ah!!"

With a loud roar, the lance in Sir Valas's hand hit the helmet of the knight in front of him accurately, and the tip of the gun went through the peephole on the helmet, inserted into his eye socket, and pierced into his head.

His skills are quite superb, honed through countless battles, and it is very difficult for ordinary people to master.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

A continuous burst of loud noise seemed to break through the sky, and the ghosts in the sky flapped their wings in horror and wanted to leave this terrifying place.

The two sides finally collided fiercely at this moment. The collision between the horses was horrific. Countless broken spear heads flew into the sky, and countless smashed helmets were thrown high.

Blood was splattered everywhere, and countless flesh and blood were pierced by the cold lance, even wearing fine and strong armor was useless.