Black Iron Crown

The light cavalry under Tilihan's command rode all excellent horse breeds produced in the horse farm.

At the same time, what they use is light cavalry horses that are biased towards speed and endurance, rather than heavy knight war horses that tend to be tall, powerful, and unparalleled in impact.

In addition, the burden of these light cavalry is much smaller. There is only one half-body chain armor worn on the body, and the rest is only a layer of armor. The horses without much burden will naturally run more easily and quickly.

Compared with the cavalry behind Mekasha, their speed is slightly ahead.

Therefore, the light cavalry slowly approached the knights who were running wildly from the rear.

"Your Majesty the Queen! You lead the people away first! I'll stop them here!" Seeing that the enemies behind the queen had already caught up, the general beside the queen could only helplessly yell at Mekasha.

The distance between the two sides was only 300 meters. If the enemy continued to approach, there would be no room for them to stop and fight the opponent.

Mekasha glanced at the general. Before that, she looked down on him, thinking that he did not have the excellent quality of loyalty.

Just because he fell under her pomegranate skirt, betrayed his master, and helped her launch a secret palace coup.

Only now, Mekasha truly understood this betrayer that she didn't even want to look directly at.

Before Mekasha could speak, the general shouted, "Leave ten people to protect Her Majesty the Queen! The others will fight with me!"

These knights also cherish their own honor, and it is nothing to dedicate themselves to loyalty.

After all, in the class of knights, civil wars broke out in order to fight for the responsibility of being the queen of the defeated army. The two words of loyalty and glory have already filled their small minds.

These cavalry reined in their horses, turned their heads, and faced the enemy behind.

Tirihan frowned and looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a little surprised.

He admired the enemy in front of him who was trying to use his arms as a cart, but he also despised such an approach.

Losing the speed of the horse, the equipment can only barely be said to be excellent, and at the same time, a group of knights who are already exhausted want to block him, which is really whimsical.

A sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth,

Tillihan once again increased his horse speed, and the twenty or so light cavalry around him had already drawn out their riding bows, mounted arrows and were ready to shoot at any time.

"Come on, you gutless bastards! Only a bunch of tired knights are fighting with you!"

The general laughed and rushed towards the light cavalry, his eyes were full of nostalgia for this world, but he still rushed forward without hesitation.

"Honorable fool!"

The group of cavalry followed behind the general, with long swords in their hands in front of them, and rushed towards the light cavalry led by Tilihan.

This group of knights has been trained since childhood, and they know that they must never raise their long swords before they are in close contact with the enemy, so that the opponent can judge the direction of their attack.

The distance of 300 meters is only a few seconds for the cavalry, and the two sides are already facing each other in the blink of an eye.

The light cavalry beside Tillihan scattered towards the sides in an instant, and at the same time, I shot out the arrows in their hands in an instant while turning sideways, and all of them landed in the front of the enemy army.

Twenty or so arrows were fired, and sporadic screams of the enemy could be heard. Three or four unlucky knights were shot at positions that were not protected by armor, and fell to their horses with howls.

This caused a little commotion for the group of knights, and the light cavalry in the back immediately added up, holding light short lances and crowding around Tillihan.

It is very unwise for the light cavalry to start a head-on conflict with the knights. Under normal circumstances, the result of the light cavalry must be trampled into flesh.

However, the light cavalry under Tillihan's command were all elite and well-equipped. They had some confidence in fighting the exhausted second-rate knights head-on.

The light short cavalry spear longer than the long sword pierced the enemy's chest. In the first moment, the enemy's general was stabbed through, and he was thrown under the horse's hoof like a rag doll, stepping on it into an unrecognizable flesh mud.

This time, Tillihan's light cavalry took advantage of the confrontation, and exchanged more than 30 casualties for nearly 50 enemies to fall.

After the two sides separated, Tillihan didn't turn around, and didn't order the light cavalry to stop, but continued to run forward to chase the fallen figure.

Tillihan knew who it was and what it meant to His Majesty. He just wanted to chop off that person's head, because he was afraid that His Majesty would show compassion again.

Without the restraint of the general, even the knights will become scattered, and some of them will become cowardly, timid and afraid to catch up.

As for the remaining people, they immediately turned their horses and continued to chase the torrent of cavalry ahead.

Mekasha could hear the sound of horseshoes approaching behind her, and she also felt flustered in her heart.

She suddenly discovered that the hatred that had supported her for so many years seemed to be nothing under the threat of her life. Compared to not being able to take revenge, she seemed to be more afraid of death.

This brought a huge sense of humiliation to Mekasha, and the longer her fear of death lasted, the more tormented she felt.

"Damn it, I'm just afraid that if I die, I won't be able to avenge my father and brother. I'm just afraid... that I won't be able to see my son again!"

Mekasha said this in her heart, still running fast.

But even so, it still couldn't stop Tillihan leading the light cavalry closer.

The knights following behind the light cavalry were desperately chasing after them, which gave the group of light cavalry a good chance.

Under the pressure of the infantry archers, they were unable to display their riding and shooting skills, and now they finally have a place to use them.

He took out the riding bow and poured arrows towards the rear. Although the riding bow is not powerful, it is convenient because it can keep shooting.

In the blink of an eye, these dozens of people shot seven or eight rounds. From time to time, someone screamed and fell off the horse. Hundreds of arrows were shot out, turning many people into hedgehogs.

The arrows that didn't penetrate the enemy's chain armor hung on the chain armor and swung up and down. As for the result of the battle, it was just a dozen people who fell off their horses.

The chase lasted for five minutes, and Tilihan got closer and closer, and he was less than 30 meters away from Mekasha and the others.

The precise shooting range of the sixty-pound riding bow in his hand was about fifty meters. Now, just in case, he shortened the distance to thirty meters.

Hearing a series of "bang bang" sounds, several arrows were shot out.

As expected of a man who has played bow and arrow for thirty years, the best adjective is to give him the best adjective, ten people with ten arrows, all of them fell.

The war horse that lost its master slowly slowed down and ran to the side. Mekasha was already alone.

Tillihan increased the speed of the horse again. The horse he boasted had reached the limit speed, and there was no way to improve it.

Slowly, he was already running side by side with Mekasha.

Tilihan approached slowly, and he, who was skilled in riding, grabbed the reins of Merkasha's horse who tried to resist.

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