Section 10 Fear

This distance should be close to the range of the musket. Ashu Rufate thought while letting the horse run with all his might.

He knew the power of the musket very well. Although the musket fired slowly, it was troublesome to load, and occasionally exploded, it had the ability to penetrate far beyond the bow and arrow. Few armors could withstand the shooting of the musket.

"Master, please use a shield to protect your face. One shot in your body will not be fatal, but it is dangerous to get shot in the head."

Carrie's warning came from his mind, but Ashu Rufate finally restrained the urge to use a shield to protect his head.

From a distance, the greyhounds could be seen. They seemed to be prepared and were not panicked at all for the arrival of the knights. The soldiers in front were moving neatly and orderly. Ashurufat knew that they would retreat soon, and a whole row of black holes would be exposed in the enemy's formation.

The simultaneous shots of more than 800 musketeers are enough to cause major casualties to the knights. If you are not lucky, one-third of the knights may be killed on the spot. The remaining knights will also lose their formation and rush in in a mess, facing the enemy's neat formation. In the end, they were overwhelmed by the numerical advantage.

Ashu Rufate seemed to smell a trace of blood. But he immediately cheered up and threw these ominous imaginations aside. Thomas could not make such a stupid mistake! He told himself that people like that would never let their subordinates die!

The enemy did not shoot.

But this is worse than shooting. This shows that the enemy's musketeers are strictly trained and the enemy's commander is very calm. In front of the knights who charge at high speed, the musketeers only have a chance to have one bullet. Since there is only one chance, it is better to put the knight closer and then shoot. This will cause a greater killing effect.

The enemy's formation was in turmoil. The soldiers stopped and looked at the knights who were roaring and charging. They did not retreat neatly. The knights swiftly and quickly approached the enemy. The black muskets of the Greyhounds did not appear. On the contrary, their soldiers became in chaos, and some turned around and fled backwards.

Ashrufate suddenly discovered something incredible. The Greyhounds were not prepared to face the knight's charge. Now there is no danger in front of the knight, no muskets, no neat long halberd policy, nothing. There is only chaotic and crowded enemy.

The knights shouted slogans and used lightning speed and thunderous force to attack the Greyhounds' battle formation.

The riding rifle exerted its terrible lethality. The moment the wooden gun bar broke, Ashrufate found that his spear had pierced three enemies. His performance was very average and not even worth mentioning: the knights on his left and right sides pierced four, and the few further away even penetrated five or six in one blow. The enemies pushed each other in panic, gathering tightly, and became the best targets for the knights.

This was just the first strike, and half of the enemies were killed under the knight's spear. No one could tolerate such a blow, even the battle-hardened mercenaries could not. The next moment, the Greyhounds dropped their weapons, turned around and ran away. The knights drew out their swords, battle axes, shackles or warhammers, and chased them tightly.

In order to escape, the defeated army instinctively rushed towards the nearest friendly policy for protection. However, this instinctive and uncontrollable behavior turned into a suicide act. The defeated soldiers impulsed to other phalanxes that had not yet been shaken. They lost their tight formations, and under the scattered attacks of the knights who followed, the second phalanx was also defeated.

The knights chased the defeated soldiers and rushed into the musketeers.

The muskets that can pose a major threat to the knights have no effect at this time. What is the solution? The two sides of the warring parties are closely entangled. If the musketeers fire, the bullets that advance in a straight line will have a much greater lethality to their own people than to their knights. The enemy can watch the knights rush over with their own defeated soldiers, cutting down the musketeers in groups like cutting wheat.

The enemies are so dense that every strike cannot be lost. In this case, heavy axe, warhammer or shackle can exert terrible lethality, and flesh and blood are flying everywhere, while Ash Rufate's long sword is much inferior in this melee. He can only cut down and pierce one enemy with each strike. But even so, he forgets how many enemies he has killed. He personally understands how weak the defeated army is. The Greyhounds dropped their weapons and ran away in front of his sword, but no one dared to turn around and fight back. He doesn't have to worry about anything, just swing their weapons and cut them to death one by one.

In fact, the entire battle was like the slaughter of the knights. Groups of enemies cried and collapsed and fled in front of the war horses. Musketeers were especially serious because they only had muskets that could be used as sticks in their hands. They used sticks to fight against the knights armed to their teeth in vain, and were then chopped or slashed under the war horses in groups.

The knights were progressing so quickly and so quickly that the archers who had just arrived on the front line had nothing to do. If they shot, it would probably hurt the knights. So they simply stopped and aimed at the defeated enemies who had completely defeated and bumped like headless flies, and shot a few arrows at random.

The militia rushed up, eliminating the last suspense of the battle.

Due to the narrow road, the defeated enemies had to escape along the way they entered the valley. These defeated troops who were eager to seize the road and escape dispersed all the remaining enemies. This made it impossible to rectify the defeated soldiers and re-enter the battle. The militia took advantage of the situation to cover up and beat the fallen dogs. This further increased the intensity of the enemy's defeat.

In order to run faster, the Greyhounds dropped their weapons, armor, shields and everything that could reduce weight. They cried and shouted to escape backwards. The militiamen were excitedly chasing the enemy who had no power to fight back, hoping to get a striking contribution for themselves. The entire mountain road was covered with the bodies of the Greyhounds, lying face down, wounding on their backs.

Now, the knights have nothing to do. The outcome of this battle has been decided, and there is no suspense anymore. Some of them are mixed with militias and continue to chase and kill the fleeing enemies. The other ones are doing nothing to clean the battlefield and escort the prisoners. The Greyhounds who did not escape in time have lost their will to fight. They throw down their weapons and cry in groups to surrender to the knights.

The archer went further and began to search for trophy for himself on the corpse.

Thomas looked at the sky and it was noon, much earlier than he expected.

At dusk, the victory banquet was being prepared in the camp. After the victory, the Saint-Genn army was gathering together to drink happily and celebrate today's great victory. On the one hand, this victory was so brilliant and thorough, and on the other hand, it was so relaxed and comfortable that everyone couldn't help but be filled with joy.

Today, the main force of the Greyhound Knights was destroyed in one fell swoop. One out of ten Greyhounds could escape. Especially the pursuit force composed of apprentice knights. Under the leadership of Sir Ryan, the apprentice knights pursued the defeated Greyhounds and eventually achieved the greatest contribution, cutting off the head of the enemy commander.

When the victory dinner began, the entire camp was filled with joy. A lot of cattle and sheep were seized in the Greyhound camp, which was now used to reward the warriors after victory. The militiamen had a dinner at the camp outside, while the knights were in the center. But no matter who they were, they could enjoy the wine and delicacies after victory.

The knights held wine glasses, while telling their heroic deeds, laughing and discussing the ridiculous appearance of howling ghosts and wolves when the enemy was defeated. Everyone knows that today's battle is almost won by the knights alone. The knights' attack caused the defeat of the entire enemy's front line. By the time the militia joined the war, the victory or defeat had already been decided.

"Sir Thomas is here." The emcee sang the name of the last entry. The knights immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted their commander.

"Cheer to General Thomas' health!" I don't know who shouted. But this voice was immediately recognized by everyone, and a brief calm appeared in the banquet hall, leaving only the sound of gurgling drinking.

Thomas's presence caused the climax of the banquet. However, Thomas himself said goodbye and left without staying for long. This did not cause any problems. Because everyone knew that Thomas was over 80 years old and no longer had the energy to drink and have fun all night with the young people.

Thomas sat alone on his chair.

All the entourages, commanders, and even personal guards had already attended the banquet. Now Thomas is the only one in the central army's tent. He lay in a chair without armor, and his head was facing the ceiling of the tent, motionless. But he did not fall asleep, because his breathing was even and strong, and his eyes were also opened.

The sound of footsteps came.

"Asus Ruffatt?" Thomas didn't even raise his head. "Why don't you go and drink with others? I remember you have a good alcohol tolerance."

"I don't like drinking." Ash Rufate replied. Alcohol can stimulate the body and brain of ordinary people and make people feel excited, but it doesn't work for him. No matter how you drink it, he won't feel irritating. He really doesn't think there is anything good to drink with.

"Haha, okay, I can chat with me, the old man. I'm so scared that I can't sleep now."

"Master Thomas, you..." Thomas's words stunned Ash Rufate. They defeated the Greyhounds almost effortlessly today, and the total casualties of the Knights and the militia were less than 300. The Greyhounds were almost wiped out, and even the generals were killed in the pursuit later. According to others, during the entire battle, Thomas was calm and calm, and it was obvious that he had already known that he would win. So when people reported the results of the battle, Thomas could not see any extra excitement on his face. Even when Ryan offered the head of the enemy general, he just smiled faintly, and then someone buried the head. This even made Sir Ryan feel dissatisfied.

And Thomas like this was actually saying that he was scared? He was simply a little doubtful if his ears were hallucinating.

"Although I try to pretend to be calm, I am actually very scared. I am afraid that I will make a mistake in judgment and let you all die. I am afraid that I will let you down the trust of the king and the princess and that the great cause of restoration will fail. I am even more afraid that I will die in the chaos. Although I am old, I am still quite afraid of death."

"What did you say!" Ashu Rufat immediately realized that Thomas was not good at drinking, and the two glasses he drank today made him drunk.

Thomas suddenly turned his head and smiled at him. It was a sober smile. He sighed.
Chapter completed!