Chapter 163: Long Bridge, Bloody Road! (3)

After swallowing a whole bottle of Khan potion and applying the Mind-Gathering Ointment on her temples, Frisiska closed her eyes and waited for two seconds for the potion to take effect.

After his body turned slightly red, he looked behind him and saw that the other knights had also completed their preparations before the battle.

"Warriors, charge with me!"

Pointing the sword forward, Frisiska shook the reins, and the warhorse under her exhaled a breath of hot white steam and started running.

Before they arrived, they had already fed their war horses with grass soaked in rage potion and hemostatic potion, trying their best to allay the fear in the hearts of these intelligent creatures.

The silvery moonlight was crushed by the horses' hooves. Due to the limitation of the battle width, the fifty knights formed a diamond-shaped charge formation.

From the trot at the end of the road, they began to gradually speed up, until the long wind blew their armor, making a clanging metallic sound.

The solidified air was flowing, and the long tail feathers on the helmet were swaying left and right in the strong wind.

As the frequency of the horses' hooves hitting the ground became faster and faster, the horses neighed, and the knights bent their waists and raised their swords.

"It's a knight, an extraordinary knight!"

The scout on the roof shouted anxiously below.

The refugees and mercenaries who were still fighting paused at the same moment. The stones on the ground were shaking, and dozens of knights appeared in the field of vision across the slightly arched ground.

"Saint Sapinderus!"

Standing up from her horse, Frisiska called out the patron saint of knights.

Under normal circumstances, when cavalry attack an infantry phalanx, they would be afraid that their horses would slow down and fall into the enemy formation.

Because it is difficult to escape from this surrounded situation, especially when wearing heavy armor and being inflexible.

But after gaining extraordinary powers, the cavalry's willingness to charge infantry phalanxes increased greatly.

Because even if they fall off their horses, those mortals still cannot break their defense. They have enough endurance to support them to hold on through foot combat or directly fight their way out.

In the early days, the knights' opponents were either serfs or skeleton soldiers. The knights at that time did not have any cavalry tactics that are popular today. There was only one word: recklessness.

With the rapid development of the mercenary industry and the emergence of professional mercenary infantry, the benefits of knights charging head-on into infantry phalanxes became much smaller.

Especially in the Battle of Windmill Land, King Fran swept the Empire's mercenary market with a huge amount of gold coins, and used 98k professional mercenaries to teach Leia's knights a good lesson.

After that, few knights charged head-on into battle.

Frisiska didn't want to be too rude, but he never thought that what he was facing was a war.

Under the influence of the Khan potion, Frisiska's balance ability was greatly enhanced. He drew the long sword from his waist:
"Farmer, pray to the pagan gods and see if they will come to save you!"

Amid the billowing smoke and dust, fifty knights crashed directly into the refugees' formation.

"Get out of the way—"

"I'm a mercenary. I'm on your side! Ah——"

"Dog Knight!"

A strong smell of rust instantly spread out, and a series of wailing sounds suddenly rang out in the array.

With his elbows shaking, Colton exhaustedly pulled the spear out of the mercenary's chest.

He took a step back and just wanted to take a breath, but he heard an old voice shouting:

"careful!"

Colton was grabbed by the back of the neck and pulled backwards. A dark shadow flashed by and he could clearly see that it was a body or a corpse.

Colton looked in the direction the bird was flying from and was completely stunned.

In the moonlit sky, three or four refugees were knocked into the air by the high-speed charging war horses, and their bodies drew an arc in the air.

Fifty extraordinary knights cut through the refugees' array from the side smoothly like a hot knife through butter.

The faces under the helmets showed hideous smiles in joy. They waved their knight swords and let the horses galloping at high speed cut through the thin bodies with their long swords. Clear waves of blood moved along the cutting surface of the sharp arrow formation. Behind the horses' hooves, bodies with their chests, abdomens, backs cut open by long swords, or even beheaded, slowly fell down.

"Bam—"

One of the refugees was unable to dodge, and even though the speed of his horse slowed down during the impact, he was still knocked backwards, sliding four or five meters on the ground, right at Colton's feet.

Colton immediately squatted down, turned over the refugee's body, and tried to rescue him, but as soon as he turned the man's body over, he stopped.

The refugee's chest was sunken, his bloodshot ribs piercing through his gray skin, and only asthmatic sounds like a broken bellows could be heard from his throat.

Looking at the broken and skinny body, Colton didn't know where to start for a moment.

"Give him a good time."

The tall and strong old man who had grabbed Colton before pulled out the armed sword from the mercenary's neck in front of him, turned his head and shouted to Colton: "He can't be saved."

Lowering his head and looking into those pleading eyes, Colton turned his head and cut the throat of the refugee in front of him with the black dagger.

Standing up, Colton looked around.

The giant silver-armored knights charged forward frantically, slicing innocent bodies with their swords. The blood had made the ground slippery and wet, making it impossible to stand on it.

Hearing the screams and cries of the refugees, he was reminded of the horror of the extraordinary knights.

Colton was actually confused for a moment. Are the Cavaliers really so invincible?
"boom!"

The sound of the holy gun firing came from the left, followed by the wailing of the warhorse before its death.

After recovering from his confusion, Colton's expression brightened up. Yes, there was still the invincible Holy Gunner.

He dodged the crowd of refugees running back and forth around him and rushed towards the source of the sound with his spear in hand.

In the crowd, Colton saw a warhorse with its body pierced by iron sand. Its huge body lay on the ground twitching.

But when he arrived, he did not see the dead knight. There was only a dying warhorse, a headless body of a black-clad soldier and a clockwork gun that was broken by the horse's hooves.

Although the sound of clockwork guns firing continued to rang in the air, the knights who had suffered a loss immediately became alert. They dispersed their formation and formed small teams of five.

Those knights were extremely fast, like nimble dogs in the mountains. The clockwork guns were shotguns, so their accuracy was poor, and the iron sand could not turn.

After several launches, there were no results except for many of their own people being accidentally injured.

Colton looked to one side of the road, and in a blink of an eye, the extraordinary knights killed their way through the array of refugees and came to the other side of the road.

Another team of fifty knights forming a vanguard formation was gradually taking shape at the end of the road.

"We have to retreat. The road here is too wide and flat. We have to go to the bridge." The tall and strong white-haired old man pushed through the crowd and appeared next to Victor at some point.

Although Victor didn't know him, he had seen him come with the refugees and kill several mercenaries, so he replied:

"No, the bridge is narrower. If they charge, we will have nowhere to hide."

"If you don't go back to the bridge, they will attack you from both sides and you will die." The old man grabbed his collar, and the black-clad soldier next to him immediately used a dagger to press against the old man's protruding disc. "Go to the bridge and gather them together. They can't avoid the lightning stick on the bridge."

"What about the remaining people? They didn't have time to retreat."

"Then we can only wish them good luck." The old man said coldly.

"Master Victor, His Majesty has dropped a longbow order for us to retreat to the bridge."

Looking at the reorganized Transcendent Knights on the left, and then looking back at another team of Transcendent Knights ready to go, Victor gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat! The Holy Gunners and the Imperial Order Company will cover the rear!"

Led by the children's army and the old camp soldiers, the Salvation Army began to retreat slowly, but there were still three or four hundred people who were engaged in the battle and had no time to leave, so they had to stay on the other side of the river.

The old man stood at the bridge head. He looked at the crowded crowd, his eyes shining under the hood. He pointed his hand at the ground, his mouth trembling slightly. Almost in an instant, the air suddenly became humid.

In the blink of an eye, a wall of fog appeared out of nowhere, covering the streets near the bridge. The old man named Pasrick took off his hood, looked deeply at the knights, turned around and walked into the wall of fog.

Frischica, who was about to launch a second charge, had to stop his horse and cursed: "Where did the fog come from!"

(End of this chapter)