Realm of Power

The war horses are like thunder! The galloping Samorian Guards Cavalry was like a torrent of steel, rushing up the unobstructed muddy mountain road. The horses' hooves had already been covered with non-slip spiked horse irons, and they were still running like the wind on the muddy mountain road.

"Spread out, our cavalry is coming!" The sound of horse hooves caused the Samor soldiers who were fighting with the enemy in front to separate, revealing the dark Christian formation in front.

These Stians, who have been fooled by mountain hunters, are struggling to support the final bottom line with the assistance of hundreds of heavy infantry.

Hu Keqi accelerated his horse, and his eyes could already see the Stian soldiers who had just erected a shield wall through the gaps between the scattered infantry.

The tall iron shield shone golden in the sunlight,

Like a bright wall of light,

The Stians tried to use this strong shield wall to weaken the bow-hunting assault of the hunters in the Samor Mountains.

"All 20 meters! Assault shooting!"

Hu Keqili shouted without hesitation, raised the short crossbow in his hand suddenly, and triggered the crossbow machine without hesitation. At such a close distance, there were densely packed enemies in front of him, and any aim was impossible. Delaying the fighter plane,

There was a crisp "collapse" sound, and a white feather line shot from above the shield wall, piercing the head of a Stian infantryman.

"Shoot!" The tall Supor war horse of the Samor cavalry was a full horse head taller than the shield wall not far ahead. "Bang! Collapse! Collapse!" The Samor cavalry running at the front was facing the shield wall in the distance. When the wall was 20 meters away, they all pulled the cavalry crossbows in their hands.

Crossbow arrows flew across the sky, and the sharp roar that tore through the air instantly filled the killing battlefield.

From high to low, hundreds of white arrowheads drew white lines, whistling and shooting into the bodies of the Stian soldiers behind the shields from high places.

"Ah!" The unsuspecting Christian soldier felt his eyes filled with white light.

, the whistling sound of arrow clusters tearing the air filled their eardrums, and the "swish" arrowheads penetrated like locusts, constantly shooting soldiers to the ground. The Stian soldiers behind the shield wall were in chaos under this sudden blow. group,

"Cavalry! Samor Cavalry!" The Stian soldier in the front row suddenly shouted as if he saw a monster,

The sudden rain of arrows blinded everyone, and many Stian soldiers were defenseless. They were just behind the shield wall, being driven into line by the roaring infantry captains.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred, and countless arrowheads shot down like raindrops. His companion fell in a pool of blood with a look of shock.

"Attack!" The Samor cavalry, which rushed up like crazy wolves, spread out to both sides like blooming flowers.

Countless black shadows rushed towards us with powerful impact,

"Brush" there was a clear sound of metal friction,

Pieces of dazzling light suddenly flashed out from these dark shadows, dazzling the soldiers in the front row.

"War knife, Samor war knife!" Before a Stian soldier had time to say this, Hu Keqili's horse had already stepped over him with a roar,

Following him were the thirty Samor guards in the front row who served as sharp knives. Like a black steel arrow, they followed Hu Keqili and slammed into him.

"Kill me!" Hu Keqili yelled, and the sword in his hand turned into pieces of sword light. He was originally a Southern Glory Swordsman, and he was best at fighting in this kind of crowd. Soon there were three more Sti Soldier An fell to the ground,

"Ah" the Stian soldiers who were in formation only felt a blur in front of their eyes.

The roaring and rumbling sounds of the roaring horses completely covered the battlefield. Countless Samorian cavalry continued to pour in, waving cold-light gleaming swords in their hands.

The heads of the Stian soldiers flew into the air mixed with blood.

Countless soldiers were in panic and were trampled to pieces by nearly half a ton of high-speed war horses.

"It's the Samor Guards Cavalry!"

Wen He, the leader of the Eighth Banner on the top of the mountain, looked at his subordinates who were in a mess on the mountainside, his face looked horribly pale.

The Samorian Guards Cavalry is known as the sharpest claws of the falcon and is the most elite unit in the Samorian army.

The fact that this unit went into battle at this most critical moment undoubtedly represents the determination of Samor Falcon, the kingdom's god of war, to win.

Seeing that the defensive line he had just established was completely on the verge of collapse under the impact of these terrible cavalry,

Wen He closed his eyes in pain, and the ten fingers he clenched turned blue from too much force.

He saw that the heavy infantrymen, who he was most proud of in the past, were now completely targeted by the enemy cavalry's flashing sabers.

Those faces that are as hesitant as the doomsday are written with despair,

Cumbersome heavy armor and panicked resistance,

Make these heavy infantry look like a group of fat elk surrounded by hunters in autumn,

Hu Keqili took advantage of the gap between slashing and looked around.

The cavalry attack was as expected,

On the unsuspecting right line of Stian's army, he tore a big hole with a sharp sword,

It's not just the slopes that are fighting now;

The Samor mountain infantry that followed later spread out from the opened gap to the hills at the back of the slope, drawing in the entire right line of the Stian army.

The reinforcements of the Northern Army's heavy infantry also rushed forward. Under the cover of the hunting bows of the mountain hunters,

'kill! Rush forward! "The Samor soldiers shouted, like waves of black rage, constantly impacting the turbulent Stian right-wing defense line,

Tens of thousands of people were fighting around this slope, and dense arrowheads kept whizzing past the heads of the two armies.

The dense formation of spears collided with each other, making a creaking and rubbing sound.

"The longbowmen fully support the cavalry! Help them tear apart the enemy's right line!" Crolisate, who climbed halfway up the mountain, looked at the crumbling enemy defense line and decisively threw the strongest bow squadron into the queue to support the cavalry.

"Huhu!" The powerful longbow shooting tore through the sky. The Stian army that blocked the cavalry troops fell in large areas under the strong shooting.

The shield wall blocking the cavalry was penetrated, and the powerful Samor cavalry, led by Hu Keqili, stepped over the panicked enemies like a black hurricane without hesitation.

The battle line is shaking. There are only two main flag regiments on the right side of Stian, and the others are peasant soldiers. Under the fierce offensive of the Samor army, these peasant soldiers who have no fighting will are no match for the Samor army. They are like Like melting snow struck by the sun, the defense line was quickly penetrated by the elite Samor army.

"Order the Sixth Flag Regiment to commit to the right line!" Stian Tuxa stood on the last hill with a serious face.

The battle situation in front of me changes too fast.

I thought it was just a test attack, but who knew that after a while, it turned into a full-scale battle.

The cavalry of the Samor Army was like a dagger coming from the dark, leaving him no time to prepare.

The entire right wing was cut into several sections by this sharp dagger.

The Sixth Flag Regiment is already his last reserve team and is also the personal bodyguard of Stian Tuxa.

Hu Keqili, who was leading the cavalry, suddenly reined in his horse.

On the hillside in the distance, a battle flag of the North Wind Banshee has been vaguely visible.

"It's Stian Tuxa's war chess!" Hu Keqili's eyes froze.

"Don't stop, kill them!" Hu Keqili waved his sword and chopped down several enemies who were scurrying in front of his horse to the ground.

In the flash of sword light, the black Samor Guards Cavalry were killing in the direction of the battle flag.

Because the Samor cavalry troops attacked too hard, the other Stian troops who entered the battle had to concentrate on their heavy infantry.

Countless defeated troops crowded on a mountainside,

Stian's defeated army was frightened by the cavalry that suddenly rushed towards them.

There are monster-like tall war horses everywhere, and there are fallen corpses everywhere.

The black war horse armor was dyed a shocking blood red.

From the slope to the mountainside, the Stian infantry who could not form a formation were like a group of defenseless sheep in front of the Samorian Guards Cavalry who were equipped to the teeth.

A heavy infantry squadron was torn to pieces by the roaring Guards cavalry before they could even form their formation.

Their corpses piled up like tangled grass,

This is simply a naked massacre,

"Run!" The light infantry, which had lost the cover of the heavy infantry, no longer cared about the suffering companions in front of them, and fled towards the top of the mountain like a group of driven ducks.

"Go back! Go back all! No one is allowed to retreat!" Suddenly a group of heavily armored Stian knights appeared from the top of the mountain. These heavily armored knights were the sixth regiment that had just been thrown in by Stian Tuxa.

They slashed at the defeated army rushing up the hillside, cutting off the defeated army like a steel wall, trying to drive the defeated army back.

At the same time, there were 8,000 serious-looking heavily armored soldiers from Stian. They were all members of the retinue family of the Stian family. Although the battle situation in front of them had collapsed, for them, Stian Tuxa’s The order is their will

They appeared like a long black line on the top of the mountain, "Shoot up! No matter who it is, kill whoever reaches the top of the mountain!" Seeing that the defeated army failed to stop the impact of the Samor cavalry, the Stian knight on the hill issued the most cruel command,

The dense mass of heavy spears formed a thick wall of spears on the top of the mountain. The sharp spears with cold light completely blocked the retreat of the defeated army.

Wen He, the commander of the Eighth Banner of Stian, who was already desperate, looked at the North Wind Banshee battle flag that suddenly appeared on the hill, and shouted excitedly, "It's the Sixth Regiment of His Royal Highness Tuxa's Guards. We are saved." Come on! Order the soldiers to return!"

"Brothers! Go ahead and kill us!"

Hu Keqili, who was leading the army, saw tens of thousands of soldiers defeated and forcibly driven back from the top of the mountain. He couldn't help shouting angrily,

These crowded defeated troops seriously slowed down the cavalry troops. Now is the critical moment. Any delay may lead to the failure of this assault.

"Forcibly rush over! Pierce the enemy!" Hu Keqili took the lead and slashed open an enemy with a hesitant face, and struggled to drive the thick war horse under his crotch.

With a violent roar, he crashed into the front of Stian's defeated army without any scruples.

, "Hiss" Several Stian infantrymen who could not dodge were knocked out by the war horse under Hu Keqili's crotch, knocking their companions in front to the ground, "

"Glory belongs to Samor!"

Seeing how brave their general was, all the Samorian cavalry shouted and advanced, driving their horses and forcibly plowing a bloody passage through Stian's defeated army.

The armor of the war horses kept making the tinkling sound of raindrops in the frequent collisions.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Hu Keqili was slashing with all his strength in the defeated army.

I could hear the shouts and screams of soldiers fighting,

"Bump!" The Samor Guards cavalry that kept pouring in rushed into the defeated army.

Driven by the cavalry, the tall Supor war horses used their body as strong as a hill to forcefully push forward among the defeated army.

The flash of swords flew, and there was no time to dodge the Stian soldiers, and they all fell under the sabers of Samor cavalry.

There were too many defeated troops. A group of thousands of defeated troops was driven down from the hill.

The surging crowd forced the galloping cavalry to slow down.

As Stian's defeated army penetrated deeper and deeper, there were more and more enemies in front of it.

Many peasants and soldiers wearing tattered clothes were also driven from the hills by the Stian army, pouring in from the front like a tide.

If there is no road ahead, then use the sword in your hands to open a smooth road to victory for Samour! "

All the Samorian Guards Cavalry had a new understanding of the words of their former commander Salon at this moment. This sentence made the Guards Cavalry's blood boil.

It represents not only the passionate killing intent, but also the courage and bravery to go against the current.

It’s a warrior’s heart that goes forward in an indomitable way

"Order the Eighth Flag Regiment of the Northern Army to attack the left wing according to the plan!" The fat man on the hill also saw the North Wind Banshee battle flag appearing on the hill, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The fat man finally waited for this moment, and launched a fierce and rapid all-out attack. Sure enough, Stian Tuxa sent out the last reserve team.

At the foot of the mountain on the left side of Watu Pass is a steep ten-meter-high cliff with no foothold for climbing. Stian Tuxa also saw this and dared to deploy most of the troops on the right wing.

No one would think that the Samor army could climb up a steep cliff more than ten meters high.

But Fat Man was able. After receiving the order, the two heavy-armed flag regiments of the Northern Army quickly pushed a tower truck loaded with archers that had remained in the military formation towards the left wing cliff.

"Pa" the front baffle of the arrow tower was lowered like a siege tower, and it hit the flat top of the cliff in front, creating a passage between the cliff and the arrow tower.

"Damn it, I was fooled!" Stian Tuxa also noticed the scene on the left wing. He punched the hard rock with an angry look, and bright red blood left from his fist.

He has put the last troops into the right wing. Compared to the right wing where tens of thousands of troops are fighting, the left wing is now as weak as a piece of paper.

"Kill!" The Samorian heavy infantrymen holding spears shouted and rushed up the left wing hillside along the block. More arrow towers were pushed up the left wing hillside by the Samorians.

There are thousands of densely packed black spots, like a black tide completely covering the entire left wing

"Kill!" The weak 3,000 left wing defenders were quickly overrun by the massive Samor army. The Samor 8th Banner Regiment, which climbed up the hillside, turned around and took advantage of the mountain terrain to continuously shoot down the enemies on the right wing with crossbows. ,v