Chapter 49 Kill in front of the formation

The knights' equipment usually includes chain armor shirts, long swords and carriage rifles. Rich knights will also put horse armor on the horses under their crotch. In order to protect the precious war horses, the less poor knights will also put thick wool velvet covers on the war horses in order to protect the precious war horses. Although the knights with absolute weight advantage can easily break any defense line, their running speed will definitely be limited by weight. Sir York's cavalry, the armor on their bodies is just leather armor made of mature cowhide tanned, and their weapons are a long sword and a large bow on their backs. The cavalry with light equipment in melee is definitely not the opponents of the knights, but their running speed is far greater than that of the bulky knights.

"Stop, despicable guys, drive it~~." The knights desperately urged the horses under their crotch to catch up with the cavalry hiding everywhere. The cavalry would not fight head-on with the knights. They flexibly wandered in front of the knights and left and right sides. When the knights chased them, they turned their heads and ran away. When the knights stopped slowly, they took the opportunity to shoot at the knights with their bows and arrows. Although most of the arrows hit the knights' armor and shields, they did not play any role, but they angered these proud knights.

"Let those guys come back." Seeing the knights who were leaving their team farther and farther away, Baron Russell realized that this might be a trap. He said to his son that the sound of gathering horns sounded in Baron Russell's team, but it was a little too late at this time. Sir York held up the sword in his hand and led the knights under his command. At this time, Baron Russell's infantry queue seemed very messy due to the harassment of the cavalry.

"Run, for the victory of the family." Sir York clamped the abdomen of the war horse and rushed forward towards Baron Russell's team. The knights held up their rifles and followed him tightly. They accelerated together a hundred steps away from Baron Russell's team. The knights put down the rifles in their hands and aimed the rifles straight ahead. With the advantage of acceleration and weight, the rifles were advanced in the infantry's queue. The tip of the rifles stabbed the man in his arms and could easily wear armor.

The infantry, without any armor, was pierced by the carbine, and the internal organs flowed out and made a violent wail. Not only did the carbines in their hands were deadly weapons, but the war horses they were also trained to rigorously. The war horses kept squeezing the soldiers beside them with their bodies, and from time to time they lifted their horses' hooves and stepped on the soldiers who fell to the ground. The sound of the collision of weapons, the screams of humans and the neighing of war horses, resounded throughout the territory.

"Oh no, the enemy is attacking Baron Russell and the others." A baron Russell's family knight heard the shouts of killing and turned around through the gap of his barrel-shaped helmet mask and saw that Baron Russell's team was attacked by Sir York. Baron Russell, who did not have the help of the knight, was obviously at a disadvantage.

"Retreat, retreat, don't pay attention to the cavalry." The knights turned their horses and urged the horses to return to Baron Russell's queue to rescue their people. However, the cavalry seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and followed them quickly to shoot arrows. The knights used their shields to defend themselves while dodging. The shields and the woolen horse covers on the war horses were covered with arrows. From a distance, these knights seemed to be a group of moving hedgehogs with arrows.

"Damn it, these guys are like summer flies, and they can't drive them away no matter how they drive them." The knights complained in their helmets. The way of playing Sir York's cavalry was completely the way of playing the nomadic people on the grassland. They bit the knights behind them and used these slow-moving knights as targets. The only regret is that the arrows in their hands can cause too little damage to the knights in their arms. If they were replaced with crossbows or longbows with penetrating properties, the team of knights would return in vain.

"Baron Russell, you damn beast, die." Sir York cut over a guard who was blocking his face with his sword, and blood splashed on his hood, falling on his hood, filling the yellow hood with red spots.

"Father." Baron Russell's eldest son saw Sir York rushing towards Baron Russell, and quickly activated his horse under his crotch to squeeze from the crowd to Baron Russell's side. He swung his sword to block the sword that slashed into Baron Russell.

"Oh, it's so bad, I didn't notice it." Baron Russell took a breath and looked at Sir York's sword edge was only a few centimeters away from his face. If it was chopped on his face, it would be unbearable even if it was protected by a helmet.

"Good luck to you, bah." Sir York spitted fiercely. At this time, Baron Russell's soldiers surrounded him. He had to tighten the reins of the horse and let the horse slowly take a few steps back.

"Our knights are back, everyone cheer up." At this time, Baron Russell's eldest son saw the family knights, charging towards the queue with arrows, and shouted excitedly. He used his sword to hold the sword of a Sir York Knight beside him and rushed towards Sir York. He was determined to show his heroic side in front of his father.

"My son, come back soon." Baron Russell shouted with concern, and the guard beside him quickly grabbed the reins of his war horse to prevent the Baron from rushing into the enemy impulsively.

"Good come, get out of here." Sir York clamped his legs hard and rushed to Baron Russell's eldest son. The swords of both sides knelt together, making a crisp sound of metal collision. The war horses under their crotch collided with each other and made a loud sound. The two of them slashed back and forth with swords at the horse. Baron Russell's eldest son used the so-called ox position to start. His sword was raised as if at the horn of a cow, and slashed from top to bottom through the power of the sprinting, just like a rider occupying a high position.

The sword was as fast as a soldier. However, the young Baron Russell's eldest son was facing a long-standing knight. Although Sir York did not like fighting, as a knight with knight blood, he fought many times and enemies he faced when he was young, and saw the bull position used by Baron Russell's eldest son, Sir York immediately placed the hilt at his waist to defend against the opponent's attack on his torso, and quickly sprinted and attacked from the bottom up.

"Ah~~" Although Sir York's counterattack was slightly deviated from the expected position due to the shaking, his sword quickly stabbed Baron Russell's eldest son's chest from bottom to top. The sharp sword pierced through Baron Russell's eldest son's chest chain armor, and blood poured out from the wound. Baron Russell's eldest son's eldest son's scream and fell from the horse's back. Several guards hurriedly stepped forward to support him. They checked Baron Russell's eldest son's wound. Sir York's sword pierced Baron Russell's eldest son's chest and blew the diaphragm inside. The guards looked at each other and shook their heads.

"No, my son." Baron Russell saw the lightning-fast scene. Sir York leaned forward and stabbed the sword into his eldest son's body. His son's sword only scratched Sir York's arm because of the shaking of the war horse. At this time, because of the return of the knights of the Baron Russell family, Sir York and his men forced Sir York and his men to withdraw from the battle with Baron Russell's troops. Although several knights were lost, Sir York taught Baron Russell and his men a lesson.

"Well, I feel so painful, my father~~~." Baron Russell's eldest son was lying on the ground, two guards holding his head and body, blood flowing from his mouth, soaking the shirt and chain armor on his chest. He murmured, his eyes were blurred and lost their luster.

"No, don't leave me, God save my son." Baron Russell almost rolled down from his horse. He crawled to his son with tears in his face, but at this time his son had lost his breath and his life had left him. The grieving Baron burst into tears and his subordinates also lowered his head and observed silently for the death of the Baron's heir.

Baron Russell's eldest son's death made Baron Russell's heart surrounded by anger. He cursed Sir York's soul over and over again. He took off his helmet and disheveled his hair, like an evil ghost in hell. The cursing sound was creepy. There was nothing more urgent than cutting off Sir York's head.

"Attack, attack, until the end of the world." Baron Russell shouted angrily to his subordinates. Whether his soldiers were infantry wearing simple leather armor or knights carrying heavy armor rushed toward the direction where Sir York was, there was no array or order at all. At this time, the battle was like the fight of the little gangsters in the tavern. They could not distinguish the positions of the enemy and us. Everything was mixed together. Sir York felt that his troops were submerged in the sea of ​​people, and the cavalry had also quickly returned to support him, but this little man was just a drop in the bucket and could not solve any problem.

"It seems that I'm going to die here. It's really damn. I haven't said goodbye to my wife yet." Sir York stabbed the face of an infantryman who rushed in front of him. His mood was a bit regretful and his temporary calm at this moment.

"Be careful of Sir." At this time, Srick shot a soldier who wanted to sneak attack Sir York with a flying knife. He looked up at the sunset of the Red Dandan slowly landing on the horizon, and then said, "It should be coming soon, why haven't you arrived yet?"

"What did you say? Mysterious friend." Sir York turned his head and asked Srick, who heard a drum beater at this moment. The sound was so familiar that they were here.
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