Touyan, who finally managed to stabilize his mount, turned around and saw that the priest he relied on most fell off his horse and vomited blood, and he was filled with fear.
It's really over now. All the trump cards have been exhausted, but the situation has not changed. Not to mention the head goose whose hands are almost numb now, even the gray goose cavalry in the distance can see that their leader has fallen. Downwind.
For the last time, Touyan rushed towards Lant, preparing to return to the cavalry with a feint of his sword. At worst, he would lead the charge and find an opportunity to escape.
Lant looked at the fierce goose coming towards him, and he could hardly hold the saber in his right hand. The old barbarian in front of him was extremely powerful. After fighting several times, Lant felt that he would not be able to hold on anymore.
Fortunately, Lant had one more trump card than Touyan. Lant used krypton crystals again and then rode forward.
Since he couldn't fight with Kung Fu right away, Lant decided to use his riding stance to give Tou Yan a showdown.
When the distance between the two horses was less than 10 meters, Liehuo suddenly stood up on his hind hooves and let out a roar unique to a monster.
Touyan was confused at first, until he realized that his height was getting lower and lower. It turned out that the black-scaled horse underneath him slipped on his knees, and he turned around and threw himself out. Touyan, knowing the power of the magic beast horse, got up desperately. At this time, Lan Te also rode his horse over to hit the low with the high, and hit the slow with the fast.
Touyan, who had dealt with it twice, knew he was outmatched. He took advantage of the gap between Lant and ran directly to the priest. He ignored the priest lying on the ground, jumped onto the black scale horse, and pulled him. He mounted his horse and fled towards Gray Goose's cavalry.
"Roll!" Lant finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the head goose escaping.
Rohr, who was watching the battle, heard Lant's cry and immediately rushed in the direction of the Galloping Horse Knights with the galloping horse flag.
The 500 cavalrymen responded to the order. To be more precise, many intermediate knights leading the team carried out tactical actions according to the pre-planned plan.
Intermediate knights Alf Fatt and Ned Land Wilson led two 100-man cavalry teams respectively, and the left and right sides of the cavalry formation outflanked the advance.
The three intermediate knights, Peter Maned Wolf, Kenan Doyles and Rune Egret, led the main force to press directly to the front.
In order to ensure that the cavalry will follow their own squadron, Lant specially made several galloping horse flags with different background colors on the way here. The cavalry in each squadron only need to follow their own flag when lining up, and in the end For a few days, the newly equipped cavalry could only follow the large troops.
Although in the entire cavalry team of less than 500 people, there are a considerable number of ordinary demon worshipers who have just trained for a few days to join in the number, the members of the first three rows of the cavalry formation are all junior knights, knight apprentices and plainsmen. Barbarian cavalry.
The weak wind elements on the hooves of hundreds of horses stirred up strong air currents. The air currents stirred up mud and dust between the horses. From the castle, it looked like a wall of air. When Lant rode the fire to join the party. After the formation, the air wall seemed to be ignited.
"Group skills? How is this possible?" The Count standing on the top floor of the castle muttered, while still thinking about how his own Maned Wolf Knights would fight against the cavalry that was ten times his size.
The count still had a chance to think, but the Gray Goose tribe's cavalry had no chance to think about tactics. Even the fifth row of cavalry saw the burning wall of air.
Just because they haven't seen the world doesn't mean they don't feel danger. The cavalrymen in the last row fled to both sides. Fear quickly spread among the cavalry. Soon only the first two rows of Gray Goose's 5th row of cavalry were left.
Touyan saw the two rows of cavalry behind him and knew that he would never be able to win. "Come on, follow me and charge forward."
"Chief, this... ah... ah" A close aide next to Touyan wanted to persuade him, but Touyan chopped him down with a knife.
"Listen, they are not trying to kill me, they are trying to cut down the entire Gray Goose tribe. Charge with me. There is still a glimmer of hope. No one will survive if we run away!" the head geese shouted almost crazily, and then flew towards forward.
The cavalrymen looked at each other, and finally several of Touyan's cronies followed him forward.
The Gray Goose tribe's cavalry moved, and two rows of cavalry began to move forward at a slow speed, rushing towards an enemy five times their size.
Although there were only some cavalry in the first and second rows, and although the speed was not very fast, even the nobles on the castle admired the Gray Goose tribe for their desperate charge. After all, they faced Gray Goose twice as powerful as themselves. When the troops were reduced, they chose to defend the city.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, that, that's this, that's the signal to get ready to face the enemy.
The same horn sounded on the left and right wings at the same time. At this moment, the Galloping Horse Knights had basically completed the siege of the main force and remaining soldiers of Gray Goose, and were about to close the net!
Rant felt the elements of wind and fire flowing on the magic pattern saber, and charged at the Gray Goose Cavalry in front at an unprecedented speed.
The moment the two cavalrymen came into contact, a mist of blood and flesh dispersed in the air and flew into the sky along the air wall.
All the nobles in the castle shut their mouths at this moment and watched as more than 300 cavalry passed by. Only dozens of ownerless black-scaled horses and the head geese that were still on the horses but had lost their arms were left on the ground.
Ordinary barbarians do not think that they should kill any tribal leader, and hostile leaders should only be dealt with by their own leaders. Therefore, although the head goose was covered with wounds, he was still given way by Lant's cavalry on horseback.
The 300 cavalrymen spent several minutes adjusting their teams. Kenan Doyles and Rune Egret led their own squadron of knights and two cavalry teams to gather the remaining Gray Goose troops. According to the tradition on the grassland, after the head goose was finished , these cavalry will be included in the tribe of the victor.
Peter Maned Wolf followed Lant and Rohr with his squadron to witness Lant's final blow against the head goose.
"Don't kill me. Our Gray Goose tribe still has salt mines, and I still have Lot Castle. I am willing to dedicate it to you..." Facing Lant in front of him, Touyan still kept begging for mercy.
Rant stood in front of Touyan. He had just experienced the bloodiest moment in his two lives. There was still a taste of blood in his mouth, but he knew that he could not hesitate.
The head of the leader of the Gray Goose tribe fell to the ground as he raised the knife in his hand. Lant wanted to come over to the galloping horse flag in Lot's hand. The top of the flagpole was Lant's magic pattern dagger.
Lant pushed the flagpole down so that the enemy's head was stuck on the flagpole, then galloped among his troops, flying the flag.
For the barbarians, Lant was undoubtedly the most courageous leader. He defeated a tribe with 200 cavalry in a battle. He led the opponent's leader to circulate the military formation, and the excited barbarians sang the song Lant gave them.
For the nobles on the city wall, the current situation is terrible. Now there are 600 cavalry standing below, and they are happy to divide their heads.
"If you even kill one of your own, is this a sacrificial ritual for some evil god?" Kevin said absentmindedly.
"Shut up, if you keep talking nonsense, go down and fight him!" Viscount Gant was fed up with his son's inappropriateness. If he was right, no one would dare to fight him.
