Myron gritted his teeth and looked at the chasing man with hatred.
"Lord, are you protecting him?" Meron muttered, touching the poisoned dagger at his waist. Others didn't know which Lord he was talking about, "I am willing to dedicate to you a hundred times what he can give, my host."
The Lord is above.
If the chasing man and his several cavalry were not dealt with, with the speed of Myron and the eldest son, it would be a matter of time before they were overtaken, and they would be unable to fight back, and they would be penetrated by the spear from behind.
He tightened the reins and turned the horse's head. Myron said loudly: "If you can't get away, turn around and line up! There are only seven of them!"
The top-class slaves in light armor obeyed the order and turned their horses' heads one after another. The eldest son next to Meron wisely hid behind the top-class slaves, took the flag from the slave's hand, and held a crossbow in his hand. .
Myron raised his lance, kicked up his spurs, and stabbed the horse until it hurt, and roared: "Charge, with the protection of the gods!"
Then, he took the lead and led the superior slaves to rush over.
The man noticed Myron's reaction and immediately shouted to adjust the plastic surgery.
The cavalry around them were high-spirited and lined up in an extremely orderly manner. Following the man's order, they drove their horses and trotted ten meters before quickly entering a charge.
The spears of both sides were leveled almost at the same time, and they bombarded each other without fear of death.
One hundred and fifty meters...
One hundred meters...
The distance between the two parties was closing at the speed of a violent wind, and they held their breaths in unison.
Seventy meters...
Thirty meters...
When there are only ten meters left.
The man pulled up the reins and stepped on the spurs. The horse roared angrily, jumped half a step forward, and kicked up its strong hind legs, almost in a jumping posture.
The man pointed the tip of his spear slightly downward, stretched it out, and aimed it at the throat of the superior slave, who also stretched out his spear.
The spear made a dull thud and broke instantly. Then the superior slave's throat was blocked by the charging spear. One hand was still tightening the reins, and the whole person fell backwards as if he was weightless. The horse under him Shocked by the loud noise and blood, his hooves suddenly became unstable and he and the horse fell heavily to the ground.
The spear that the superior slave stretched out before he died hit the man's left shoulder. A sudden and huge pain numbed half of his body. He tightened the reins and the man came forward. The blouse and chainmail on the left side were shattered everywhere, and his clothes were broken. Out of the big hole.
After the man rushed the horse for a short distance, he immediately pulled it back, drew his sword, and turned the horse around.
In this round of charge, four of the eight superior slaves around Meron were injured and killed, and his side was not too good either. Two died on the horse, and the remaining one fell off the horse and was seriously injured. .
"Draw your sword, the man in black, kill him!" At close range, there was no room for spears to be used, and they no longer had spare spears, so the man ordered everyone to draw their scimitars.
Myron also pulled the horse's head back at this time and issued almost the same order angrily.
So, the two groups of people pulled out their weapons in unison, spurred on their spurs and headed towards each other.
The man stared at Myron and adjusted the direction of the horse's head. The latter was also facing towards him, waving the scimitar in his hand.
The man flattened his sword and stabbed it diagonally at the throat that was not protected by the armor. The crackling sound sounded again. Myron ducked his neck in time. The blade of the sword hit the helmet, causing the entire cover to dent.
And the scimitar that Myron swung over swept over and chopped off the shoulder armor on the man's right side, causing the bones to almost crack in pain.
The man's shoulders were in severe pain and he hurriedly drove his horse away, Myron chasing him closely.
At this time, the man suddenly tightened the reins of the war horse, and the horse immediately stopped charging and struck with his sword at Meron, who was about to catch up behind him.
This kind of action is extremely dangerous. If the sword misses or does not cause too much damage, then what awaits the man will be a fatal blow.
While dangerous, this slashing action can also catch the opponent off guard. Myron just raised his hand and swung the knife to slash his back, but was so shocked by the sword that he suddenly retracted his hand, but it was already too late.
That powerful and heavy sword, coupled with the impact of Myron's own horse, cut off the five fingers of the sword hilt. Even though it was covered with chain armor, it still broke the bones in the hand holding the sword. .
Myron bit his lip hard, held the machete tightly, and slashed at the horse's leg regardless.
The horse under the man screamed in surprise. With his weak shoulders, he couldn't sit still and was thrown off the horse by this beast.
The man who fell to the ground struggled to stand up. The other cavalrymen were fighting with other enemies, killing each other. At the moment, only Myron was in front of him.
Myron drove the horse, put the scimitar in his left hand, and clamped the reins at the same time, and after a roundabout way, he rushed straight towards the man.
The sound of horse hooves is like thunder.
The man rolled forward and flew forward. The hand holding the sword swept upwards and struck at the weak point of the hoof, cutting off the hind hoof of Meron's horse.
Myron also fell down and dismounted. He adjusted his position from the horse in time. Fortunately, his legs were not crushed under the horse. The beast hissed in pain.
The man's right shoulder recovered slightly, but his left shoulder was still numb. Myron was in a similar situation, holding a scimitar in his left hand and the poison-quenched dagger dangling from his waist.
The wailing and roaring of the battlefield continued, and Meron heard many of his own people wailing. He felt unspeakable impatience and rushed over with a ferocious expression, brandishing a scimitar.
The man slashed with his sword, but the scimitar blocked the edge of the sword. Myron bumped it with his elbow, hitting the man's left shoulder where the armor was broken.
After taking two steps back, the man almost let go of his sword. He yelled angrily, raised his sword and stabbed him diagonally. A sword came with a strong wind.
Myron couldn't dodge, and the long sword pierced the mail armor above his left chest. He cried out in pain.
The man tightened his eyes and became more courageous as he fought. He swung the sword with his right hand and slashed down again. Myron couldn't retreat in time. He leaned down and knelt down. He raised the scimitar to block the slash again, but the tremor in his left hand became more and more severe. The bigger.
The man's left hand slowed down a little, and he barely grasped the hilt of the sword. Holding the sword in both hands, he pinned his elbows at a very close distance and hit Myron's sunken helmet.
The head was suddenly hit, and even though he was protected by a visor, it still knocked Myron away.
Just when the man raised his sword, he was ready to pursue the victory and cut down with all his strength.
An arrow flew from a distance and was aimed directly at the man. The man was unable to dodge, and the arrow hit the shoulder with broken armor.
Wow.
Stinging pain surged into his brain. The man gritted his teeth and looked up at the archer. He was the eldest son of King Andri, who was loading the crossbow with arrows in a panic.
The man made a quick decision, kicked Myron, snatched his scimitar, and threw it away with all his strength.
The eldest son's pupils widened. It was his first time experiencing war in person and he had no experience. He was stunned and ignored the machete that was spinning and flying towards him.
With a swish sound, the scimitar blade smashed into the eldest son's flesh and blood. He cried out in pain and fell off his horse.
The man quickly turned around, and Myron pulled out the dagger from his waist at some point, kicked up his legs, and stabbed at him.
Even though the man reacted in time, the sharp edge of the dagger still pierced his calf, turned it upside down, and stirred him. The man let out a muffled roar, and held the blade of the sword with his left hand that was about to lose strength. He grabbed the sword frame with his right hand and slammed into the back of Myron's head. Smash it, hit it hard!
One after another.
Until Myron completely lost his strength and fell to the ground. The grass in the plain was covered with blood under the helmet.
