Imperial calendar year 523
Dukedom of Forthland/Dukedom of Forthland
an unknown hill
The four-year-old war horse lost control after being dragged, cut, and stabbed several times.
Its tough skin was sliced open and its pink flesh turned outwards. The pressure difference between the inside of the capillaries and the atmosphere causes blood to flow out of the body.
The horse's powerful heart was now losing more blood with every pump. It jumped up and kicked like crazy, neighing to prevent any humans from approaching, and even tried to turn back and bite its rider several times.
The young rider on horseback took more blows than the war horse. Although the strong armor prevented the rider from suffering sharp injuries, being hit by several powerful and heavy blows still caused him to stop breathing in pain.
The rider no longer cared about his injuries. He just wanted to leave this dead place as soon as possible. His legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, and his left hand firmly grasped the reins and saddle, trying his best not to be thrown to the ground by the out-of-control horse.
His spear pierced the body of the first enemy during the charge and was unable to pull it out due to the speed of his horse, and fell off his hand. His shield didn't know where it went.
Now, the only weapon he could use to protect himself was an armed sword, and his mind was blank. Techniques, moves, and the teachings of his swordsman had long been forgotten, and all that remained was slashing, swinging, and knocking away any weapons that came towards him.
He couldn't figure out why this ragtag group of vendors and craftsmen could survive a flanking charge without being defeated? Not only did they not flee for their lives, but they also took the initiative to fight with their own side.
Most of the cavalrymen who launched this charge had already rushed out of the melee zone with their horse speed and were regrouping. However, there were still small cavalrymen who failed to cleanly rush away from the enemy. Their speed was slowed down, and they were horrified to find that they were being attacked from all directions.
If the enemy is defeated, the cavalry can drive the defeated troops to sweep the entire battle line from the flanks in one fell swoop. But if they fail to disperse the enemy and are trapped among them, the cavalry fighting on their own will soon be wiped out. And he was one of the small half of the cavalry trapped among the enemy.
There was a loud bang, and he was startled. He knew it was the sound of a matchlock gun, which was the most powerful weapon of the enemy and one of the weapons he was most afraid of. The sound of the gunshot was reflected many times by the nearby hillsides, making the sound of the gunshot sound particularly long.
He was happy to find that there was no more hole in his body, but this joy was soon cast into a haze - the fact that he was not shot meant that another one of his comrades might have fallen.
At this moment, his horse's madness began to subside, and he could feel that the horse was no longer trying to throw him off its back. The physical pain of the war horse began to be relieved by the analgesic hormones secreted in the body. The desire to attack caused by panic and rage gradually subsided, and the instinct to escape from danger took over.
The horse just wants to leave this area filled with the smell of blood and noise as soon as possible. The rider also felt this change. He stabbed the horse's ribs lightly, and at the same time guided the horse with the reins and legs, trying to make the horse run towards a place where the enemy was sparse.
The war horse received this instruction and stopped flopping randomly, but began to accelerate in the direction directed by the rider. The enemies did not dare to stand in front of the running horses, so they all moved out of the way of the horses. They hid on the sides of their horses and stabbed the man with their spears.
It had only been a few seconds since the war horse stopped going crazy, but there were three more wounds on the belly and thighs on the side of the horse. The rider also received two spear blows, but he was filled with joy.
Because the rider found that although the morale of this group of small citizens was high, they were not brave enough to dare to stand still in front of the charging horses and exchange their lives. This means that as long as the war horse speeds up, he can escape.
saved! You can rush out in no time! The rider loudly praised the gods over and over again in his heart.
But suddenly, there was a huge pull on his left shoulder. Caught off guard, the rider was dragged off his horse.
While the rider's horse was still going crazy, a halberdier on the edge of the crowd had noticed him;
When the rider began to accelerate towards the less crowded direction on his horse, the halberdier was already lying in wait on his escape route;
When the head of the rider's horse passed directly in front of the halberdier, the halberdier made a decisive move and stretched the halberd to his side.
When the halberd touched the rider, the war horse had already passed half of the way in front of the halberdier. So this is an attack from the left rear direction, which is not only the blind spot of his vision, but also his defensive weak side for the rider who has lost his shield.
The barb of the halberd caught the rider's left arm, and a huge force instantly acted on him and the halberdier through the halberd.
But the halberdier's hands gripped the wooden handle as firmly as the roots of a tree.
One second, the rider thought he was about to be saved, and the next, he was dragged off his horse by the halberdier.
The rider felt as if he had been thrown off his horse and fell heavily onto the soft grass. The horse got rid of a burden and sped away from this hell.
The rider struggled to get up, but found that his left arm could not use the strength - the huge pulling force just now had dislocated his left shoulder. When the enemies next to him saw him falling to the ground, they immediately dropped their weapons and rushed forward.
I stepped on his left arm with my feet, pressed his thighs with my hands, and lay on top of him to suppress his body. The rider could feel hands trying to remove his helmet. He was so frightened that he held on to his helmet with his right hand and moaned incomprehensibly in his throat. He struggled desperately but couldn't move.
One enemy lifted off his skirt armor, and another musketeer pressed his gun against the chain mail underneath. Realizing what was about to happen, the rider cried and struggled desperately, but the enemies' hands still pressed him to the ground like iron pincers.
The musketeer's mate poured gunpowder into the powder pool at the end of the matchlock and hung the matchlock. The musketeer pressed the shooting lever without hesitation, and the weakly burning match rope was drawn to the gunpowder pool, igniting the gunpowder in the gunpowder pool.
The flames spread all the way into the gun chamber and ignited the gunpowder tightly packed in the gun chamber. The strong thrust generated by the gunpowder gas pushed the lead bullet out of the gun chamber.
Accompanied by a loud noise and choking smoke, the lead bullets with huge kinetic energy penetrated the chainmail, armor and rider's skin, entered his soft abdomen, rushed through his abdominal cavity, and destroyed his internal organs. The pot was stirred to a pulp. The young rider convulsed several times, lay on the ground, and never moved again.
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Imperial calendar year 528
Duchy of Piedmont/United Provinces
Shitang Ferry
"A once-in-a-lifetime fighter plane has appeared! The false emperor is at the ferry! Follow me!"
The general with the red feather on his helmet took the lead, leading his cavalry into the heart of the enemy from the gap between the two phalanxes, and launched a charge towards the flag belonging to the emperor.
"Uukhai! Uukhai!"
Plato's warriors roared in unison like a boiling sea, and followed closely behind the general in a forward formation. The horses' hooves thundered like rolling thunder, the sharp sabers were raised high above their heads, and the swallow-tailed flags fluttered at the tips of the spears.
Several groups of knights who tried to block the charge were instantly overwhelmed. Their shining silver armor was like a few splashes in the red torrent, disappearing in an instant.
The remaining spearmen and crossbowmen were heartbroken, dropped their weapons and fled.
The hussars were like prophets who parted the Red Sea, clearing away all enemies that stood between them and the false emperor.
Shells, bullets, and arrows were thrown at them, but the hussars refused to give way. Their goal was only one, and that was the head of Richard IV.
The last line of defense of the Royal Guards was also breached.
The front row of hussars and the halberdiers who refused to retreat almost died together. After the halberdiers' formation was broken, the rear cavalry whizzed by and cut down everyone who was still standing.
Finally, the general with the red feathers on his helmet could see the gilded helmet of Richard IV.
"False emperor! Mad Richard!"
This cavalry warrior raised his saber high and led the last hussars towards the emperor of the Holy Muluo Empire.
The last perspective of his life was tumbling, with all the scenery tumbling in front of him, and he flew up, as if he were a bird.
He finally understood why the false emperor dared not retreat.
"Damn it, Court Mage, damn it."
He thought so, closed his eyes, and a bunch of flames went out.
The hussars did not see any movement from the two masked men in front of the emperor, but they saw that the general, including his men and his horse, had been turned into several stumps, as if torn apart from the inside by a huge force.
These men from the Plato Plateau did not know [Disintegration Technique]. Seeing the tragic death of someone they loved and loved like a father, they rushed towards the enemy with red eyes and madness.
A masked man raised his hand, and cold light shot out from his hand. The hussars were called one after another, with a bloody hole in their chests and fell from their horses.
The other masked man remained motionless, but the hussars in front of him blushed, their limbs stiffened, and they stopped breathing in an instant.
"Black magic! Devil! Servants of the devil! You are wizards." The last hussar shouted in panic. This warrior with a will as strong as steel was also frightened by the sight in front of him. He swung his saber towards the false emperor. Got out.
A masked man hooked his fingers, and the saber deviated from its original trajectory, turning a corner in the air as if being pulled by an invisible hand, and flew into the bushes.
The masked man's hand shot out another cold light, piercing a hole in the head of the last hussar, ending what should have been a successful charge.
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Imperial calendar year 531
Republic of Forthland/Republic of Forthland
Guitucheng/Drenthe/Drenthe
The city gate was slowly opened, and the door shaft, which lacked lubrication, made a harsh friction sound. This is the first time Drenthe's west gate has been opened since Richard IV's army came to the city two years ago. The soldiers dragged out the components prepared in advance and built a simple pontoon bridge to the other side of the trench.
A group of officers rode on horseback onto the pontoon bridge. They walked through the trenches. They walked through the land that was fully moistened with blood, and walked through the trenches and earthen walls built by the enemy to blockade Drenthe.
They walked through the enemy's camp under the eyes of the enemy, which were either numb or hateful, and walked all the way into the emperor's palace. Finally, they sat down at a long table under the glare of Richard IV's ministers.
The emperor himself entered the tent after everyone was seated. He sat on the chair and looked at the officer sitting on his left, and asked calmly: "Do you want to surrender now?"
"No, Your Majesty. We brought peace to you." The officer replied sincerely.
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Imperial calendar year 532
United Provinces Republic
guitucheng
"It's done! It's done! Hahahahaha! It's done!" Army Brigadier General Antoine Laurent shouted excitedly in the study while holding the letter, hitting his legs and waving his fists in the air. He felt that this was not enough. Jin, pulled out the long sword from the cabinet again, slashed randomly in the room, smashing many furnishings.
His wife heard shouts and clanking sounds coming from the study and hurried over to see what was going on. When Antoine Laurent saw his wife pushing open the door, he threw the sword in his hand to the ground, picked up his wife and walked around the room several times.
"Ouch, ouch, what's wrong with you? Why have you gone crazy?" His wife was startled.
Antoine Laurent put down his wife, but did not let go of his hand. He hugged his wife and kissed her hard on the face: "We will finally have our own magician! Hahahahaha... …”
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"You should understand history, because everything that happens now can have deeper reasons from the past."
——Confederate Field Marshal Ned Smith
