Black Iron Crown

The majestic Bassin Fortress stands on this vast plain.

Grand Duke Mabula paid attention to the battle situation ahead calmly. The enemy army behind was temporarily resisted by soldiers. As long as the enemy army in front could be crushed, the balance of victory could be tilted to his side.

The heavy cavalry had already crushed some of the soldiers on the enemy's flanks. At the same time, with the scurrying of the defeated army and the powerful impact of the heavy cavalry, the soldiers who were resisting the attack of the rebel army on the front gradually began to disintegrate and flee.

Earl Lorance's cheeks puffed up, and he gritted his teeth tightly and looked ahead.

A mistake in judgment completely made him fall to the bottom.

If he could see through the opponent's intention earlier and gather the friendly forces from the other direction together, this group of enemies would never dare to attack him head-on.

He understood everything now, because there was not enough food in stock, so he simply gave it a go. If he gathered all his troops together, then this difficult-to-conquer Basin Fortress would become the enemy's grave.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in life, the situation has deteriorated to this point, and he has no power to recover.

"Kill the defeated army, try to stabilize the formation, and wait for our reinforcements to break through the enemy's defense!"

Although the situation was critical, the well-educated Earl Lorrance was still as steady as Mount Tai, and calmly issued orders one by one.

This brought a little courage to the followers around him who had already started to panic.

Earl Lorance is a powerful lord. Although the tower has only one earl title, it has a huge territory that is almost the same as that of Duke Mabula. This is his ancestor Fuze.

The regular army directly under him alone has more than 2,000 people, and the army of his vassals has reached 3,000 people.

Earl Llorance completely abandoned the serf conscripts, and these cowardly serfs were useless in the face of the wolf-like northerners.

After his order was issued, a large number of rout troops were beheaded, and the piled up corpses caused some obstacles to the actions of the heavy cavalry. Then he let the soldiers under his command re-arrange, which also slowed down the rout.

However, after the heavy cavalry discovered that the enemy was forming again, they shifted their targets again. Under their iron hooves, the soldiers who had just completed the formation were still weak.

The array is like a thin piece of white paper, easily pierced and trampled to pieces.

Earl Lorrance frowned again, and tightened the rein in his hand again. Seeing this scene, he seemed to have returned to the time when the Kingdom of Ridcar fought north and south for a unification war twenty-five years ago.

This is the case with the elite northern army covered in iron armor. Relying on their powerful knights, they broke through the southern lords' formation time and time again. Even if the lords tried their best, they could not resist effectively.

It was also at that time that the southern lords realized that the crowd tactics they had previously advocated were no match for the northerners at all.

Now, he actually understood what his father, the king of the Talos Kingdom, was facing.

Now he is only facing the charge of 200 heavy cavalry, but more than 20 years ago, the 30,000 army led by his father was about to collapse in front of 800 knights.

No one can guarantee eternal victory on the battlefield, not even Earl Lorrance, who annexed two earldoms during the chaotic period before.

He is already prepared to retreat strategically when the situation is not good. The army will definitely not be able to withdraw, but he can leave here with his followers.

To him, one failure was nothing. As a descendant of the Cassian royal family, Earl Lorrance would never lack the courage to make a comeback.

After being dormant for twenty-five years after being conquered, he has long been used to the days of suffering from hardships.

His eyes turned away from the fierce battlefield, and turned to the reinforcements who were frantically attacking the enemy.

He saw that the enemy army was almost unable to hold on anymore. Even if everyone was wearing iron armor, they were still in danger under the impact of one's own soldiers. The advantage in numbers could offset the gap in equipment.

His hand holding the rein slowly relaxed.

Even if the army is defeated like a mountain, it is not a matter of time for so many soldiers to want to be completely defeated.

"Hold on!" Earl Yarburg shouted loudly, this time he led the soldiers to resist here.

Although he is pampered in the imperial capital and territory, sometimes he is arrogant, but he always keeps the glory of the family in mind.

Looking at the struggling soldiers, he looked back into the distance.

There, the heavy cavalry are fighting hard, hoping to overwhelm the enemy in the shortest possible time.

On the other side, the knights who were fighting the enemy knights also acted like crazy, and launched a fierce attack on the enemy regardless of their care.

At this moment, the desire for victory and survival filled everyone's heart. They came from the imperial capital and were under the command of the great Merland family. They could not be defeated here, in front of their former defeated opponents.

Withdrawing his gaze, a sense of honor and mission rose in Earl Aarburg's heart, and a heroic and majestic spirit almost burst his chest.

"Descendants of the Merland family! The ancestors are watching you beside the Holy Father!"

Count Aarburg snatched the lance from the entourage on the ground, put down the visor of his helmet, and rushed out in the first place.

Afterwards, the subordinates beside him woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly rode their horses to follow the Earl.

The soldiers who blocked the enemy's reinforcements did not face the charge of the enemy knights, because their knights were all gathered on his side by Earl Lorrance's order, just to delay the counter-rebel knights who attacked the camp at the beginning.

Driven by him, the soldiers whose morale had already begun to decline once again ignited their fighting spirit, uttered all kinds of strange screams, and rushed towards the enemy regardless of life and death.

People follow the crowd, and everyone's heart is as hot as a fire in such a passionate atmosphere.

The offensive was blocked again, and the formation that was crushed by the heavy cavalry became more precarious, and Earl Lorrance's heart sank to the bottom of the valley again.

The thoughts that had just been dismissed rose again.

Grand Duke Mabula had a proud smile on his face. When he got older, he was like a wise elder on weekdays. It's a nice guy.

But on the battlefield, the vigor of his early years was revealed again.

The enemy's reinforcements were successfully delayed, and the enemy line ahead had also been defeated. He had already seen victory beckoning to him.

"Holy Father bless..."

Grand Duke Mabula suddenly thought of Grand Duke Lei Wen, who had passed away for a long time, and the old emperor who had passed away for more than a year.

"I will protect the empire you conquered..."

Grand Duke Mabula's eyes were a little blurred, and he subconsciously clenched the long sword at his waist.

"Speed ​​up!" Sir Farrant yelled loudly in a delicate but strange voice.

More than eighty knights followed her closely and rushed forward at high speed.

Because everyone's attention was focused on the battle situation ahead, coupled with the fierce battle, the sound produced was earth-shattering, and no one heard the approaching horseshoes.

Sir Frant's slight sneer: "The flag of Mochizuki on a blue background will be known to everyone today!"

It wasn't until they rushed to the front that the servants beside Grand Duke Mabula discovered this group of people.

However, it was useless. The knights whose speed had been raised to the extreme were not something this group of followers could resist.

The knights easily dealt with the subordinates. Before Grand Duke Mabula could react, Frante's lance had already pierced his chest.