Realm of Power

The earth hummed dully under the trampling of many horse hooves. As a newcomer among the Mamunuk knights, Gregor just flattened the spear in his hand. His horse was bought with 60 silver coins. The low-quality mules and horses were swept away by the torrent of horses, and followed the majority of the Mamunuk knights to run as fast as they could.

The purple armor of Captain Critatu leaping in front undulated like a flag, and a black field ridge flew towards him involuntarily,

"Long live Mamunuk!"

The first row of knights in front let out a shout that shook the world, and then the second row behind. Gregor also heard the screams in his ears, and heard a whirring sound of arrows from the opposite side, and a white arrow cluster. , passed through his left side lightly, and hit the gauntlet of a veteran hard. Gregor was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and his whole body lay on the horse's back without daring to move.

"Don't be afraid, this kind of soft bow cannot penetrate the Mamunuk knight's armor!"

The veteran who was hit by the arrow laughed next to him, broke off the arrow tail that was swinging from side to side in his armband with his hand, and threw it to the ground as if nothing had happened.

Gregor knew this old guy with a big red nose, the senior Mamunuk Chiredat of the 3rd Squadron. It is said that once he was drunk, the old Mamunuk drunkenly boasted that he had killed 10 Normans. ,

Regarding such a record, most of the Mamunuks were noncommittal. Everyone knew that Chiridat's two sons died fighting the Normans. This guy dreams about fighting the Normans on the battlefield every day. Fight for once, instead of hiding behind the strong walls of Kyoto and watching the arrogant Normans opposite.

"Whoosh!" Another arrow cluster grazed Gregor's face. If it hadn't been for the strong visor, it might have left a scar on his handsome and young face that represented his achievements.

The target in front was getting closer and closer, and the flying arrows forced him to place his head on the damp horse's neck. The pungent smell of horse sweat penetrated directly into his nose.

He seemed to be breathing through a layer of puffy hair. He felt unspeakably uncomfortable, but even so, his grip on the spear did not waver. The inferior wooden handle of the spear tightened on his ribs. He was too nervous and pinched him. My ribs hurt, and there was a layer of sweat on my palms, as if they were coated with a layer of greasy mucus.

This is the technique taught to him by an old Mamunuk,

When charging in a group, any personal skills lose their effect.

The only thing you can do is to hold the spear in your hand tightly. Bao can use the sprint of the war horse to accurately plunge the spear into the target in front of you in the first time.

Because many novice knights were not proficient enough, they were often stabbed by the opponent's spear when they thrust out their spears, resulting in death in the first battle. A skilled veteran will use his ribs to tighten the spear, and then reach out to stab the target when he is close. The sudden length can often cause the target to be stabbed to death in panic.

Gregor was the third batch of cavalry troops to be thrown in. The collapsed wooden fence and crowded infantry in front almost blocked the road ahead.

Gregor looked at the infantrymen charging forward with spears on the hillside with some pride. Judging from the current situation, even the most ignorant person knew that his side had already gained the upper hand.

The purple armor in front is so eye-catching. It is Captain Kritatu who just attacked in the first wave. His Mamunuk Knights are the most elite troops in the entire legion. They have broken through the last barrier. They have a forest of spears and metal armor. The reflection made Gregor's blood boil. The lonely wooden castle on the slope seemed like a small boat about to be broken in front of the huge waves.

A Mamunuk knight was the first to climb to the top of the slope. He raised the sword in his hand with excitement on his face, but it stopped halfway. His strange behavior did not attract the attention of the knights behind him.

In fact, when they saw someone climbing the slope first, many Mamunuk knights raised their weapons and shouted cheers of victory. In their impression, the enemy had been defeated beyond control. As long as they rushed This high slope and that embarrassingly thin wooden castle are completely within reach.

"There's an ambush!"

A shrill scream came from the top of the mountain, filled with expressions of despair and anger.

The Mamunuk knights who were cheering saw the first warrior who rushed up the hillside. His body was shaking violently, and then he and his horse rolled down the hillside. Only then did the Mamunuks realize that the warrior's whole body was covered with blood. The bottom was covered with white arrow clusters, and nothing could be seen behind it, but the entire front was completely torn, and the blood and flesh were so bloody that it was heartbreaking.

"What's going on?"

The Mamunuks looked at each other, and the surging cavalry group appeared in some villages.

At this time, they heard a strange whistling sound coming from the sky above their heads. Countless black spots were like swarms of locusts rising from the top of the mountain, shooting down towards the head of the Mamunuk Knight, who was rushing towards them.

The black color even gave the knights the feeling of being covered in the sky.

"Neigh" the war horses neighed. Thousands of Mamunuk knights were unprepared, and even their men and horses were hit by arrows falling head-on. Hundreds of Mamunuk knights almost didn't even say a word. With a sound, he rolled down from his war horse. The corpse covered with arrows fell from the war horse and hit the ground heavily, bringing up dust covered with blood.

"Put up your shield and rush forward if you don't want to die."

Seeing their companions tumbling off their horses in front of them, the powerful martial arts of the Mamunuk knights were undoubtedly demonstrated. They raised their shields very quickly. Instead of slowing down, they rushed forward with the oncoming arrows.

"Ding-dang" arrowheads hit the shield, and the war horses kept rolling and hitting each other due to the arrows, and the cavalry in front of them fell heavily.

"Shoot them all! Don't let anyone go!"

At the top of the mountain, the longbow flag commander Kesastai lowered his raised hand again to the 1,500 longbowmen lined up, and at the same time released the tail of the arrowhead tightly held in his hand. The order given to him by the fat man was on the first Mamu When the Nuk Knight rushes to the top of the slope, he launches a longbow shot.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One thousand five hundred bowstrings stretched to the extreme, once again simultaneously made a muffled sound that tore through the air,

The special long arrows shot out, bringing out swirling air currents, and hit Mamunuk's charging queue. A sound like tearing cloth filled the air. This was the sound of arrows tearing the air with force.

"Ah" a galloping Mamunuk knight was hit in the forehead by an arrow. The metal mask on his face was blown to pieces by the powerful force. The body and horse rolled over more than ten meters, like a thousand thumbs. The thick longbow arrowheads are like a big net, shooting the Mamunuk knights who are not afraid to rush forward into a hornet's nest. Often an arrowhead penetrates the body of a Mamunuk, and the remaining force is still inserted. Another Mamunuk body,

"Prepare three rounds of shooting. Shoot all your arrows within 20 minutes!"

Xastai shouted excitedly, and raised his hand again. The longbowmen once again pulled the bow strings in their hands. The fierce sound of tearing the air sounded again, and a black mist-like rain of arrows fell on Salander again. human head

The arrows shot out quickly completely confused the Mamunuk knights. They were wearing heavy armor and were not afraid of bows and arrows. However, the arrows fired from the opposite side were too weird. Not only did they have a powerful impact, but they also Tearing apart the heavy armor that one is proud of is as easy as tearing through a piece of thick paper.

This made the always brave Mamunuk knights feel chilled. At first, the Mamunuk knights thought they could contain the opponent's long-range attacks through counterattacks, but they found that they were wrong.

However, a short 100-meter slope turned into an insurmountable line of death. Arrows flew across the sky, sweeping across like sharp sickles. Any targets exposed above the top of the slope became corpses filled with arrows.

More than a thousand corpses were piled here like this. Some died during the charge, and some died during the retreat. It was impossible for the Ciwa longbowmen to let these unparalleled military exploits slip away. The sharp longbows shot through, At that moment, most of the Mamunuk knights fell back and fled.

"No, order everyone to retreat immediately!"

Moleh, who was on the opposite hillside, also noticed something was wrong, and his eyebrows were completely twisted together. He did not expect that the Northern Army would ambush such a powerful archer in such a shameful situation.

Maybe it was because the knight shouted "there's an ambush" before he died, or maybe it was the sudden burst of powerful attack power from his opponent that gave him an ominous premonition.

Unfortunately, his orders are difficult to implement.

Hearing the order coming from behind, the Mamunuk generals who were also shouting to retreat could only helplessly smile. The 20,000 Salanders on the slope were crowded in this area of ​​less than 200 people in chaos. meters long slope,

The arrow clusters above their heads continued to fall, and the soldiers fell one by one. The painful screams of those who were hit by the arrows came from the chaotic crowd from time to time. This is a battlefield, and no one can care about these poor guys now.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Salander's light infantry captains shouted with red eyes. They were the largest in number, the most chaotic and the most pitiful.

In front of them were the Mamunuk knights who were galloping back. These knights, who had always been known for their bravery and fearlessness, were completely frightened at this moment. They reined in their horses in a panic and turned around in order to get away from the long archers on the top of the mountain as soon as possible. Shooting, they didn't even care about the infantry who were still crowded in the middle of the mountain road, and just stepped over with their war horses, causing a burst of curses from the infantry.

Behind them is a simple wooden fence that they had not had time to pull out just now.

"Damn it, this is a trap!"

Moleh punched his saddle with an angry expression. Yes, now he could see that these wooden fences were not used to resist the cavalry's attack at all, but were used to restrict the cavalry that had rushed up the hillside and retreat back. Used,

Now these previously seemingly useless facilities are like thorns extending from the slope, causing a large number of Salander infantry and the knights and horses in front to be completely crowded together. No one can even think about withdrawing. This is the battlefield of life. This situation is simply suicide.

"Sir, look!"

Just when Moleh was about to hit the wall in grief and anger, a Mamunuk knight next to him suddenly raised his finger and shouted in an extremely horrified voice,

Moleh looked over in annoyance, and like a cat whose tail was scalded by boiling water, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "No, don't!"

"Rumble" a loud thunder-like sound came, and countless red light spots were like squeezed snowballs, dragging long thick smoke across the heads of Salander's army. It was the firelight of throwing fuel bombs.

The moment the burning fireball hit the ground, there was an explosion from the middle. The red fire smoke scattered and shattered. Several Mamunuk knights were touched by the sputtering flames. Even people and horses were ignited into fireballs and emitted. There were bursts of miserable screams, and the ignited horses ran around, setting more places on fire.

This undoubtedly hit the fatal point of the dense Salander army. Everything changed too quickly and was completely out of everyone's control. In just a moment, hundreds of fireballs with long smoke tails were already like The god of death fell from the sky and hit the Salanders who were completely crowded below. Countless fires and explosions were like huge apertures, spreading the gorgeous petals of death on the earth.