Realm of Power

"It's such a beautiful scenery," the fat man said to himself in a low voice while standing on the tower of Molenburg. He licked his dry lips and looked at the panicked Salander who was holding the firebox with lightning eyes.

Although this is not the first time I have seen such a spectacle, I am deeply intoxicated by the beauty of violence every time. The explosive bombs exploded like fireworks, just like among the crowded Salanders, The huge aperture suddenly burst open, and each shock formed a red ring of fire that spread out from the center to the surroundings, burning the Salanders to the point of jumping.

Those useless wooden fences were like sharp thorns piercing deeply into the retreating troops at this moment, making everyone crowded together, unable to move forward or retreat, and completely became the target of the enemy's random slaughter.

The only thing I feel lucky about is that there are too few archers on the opposite side. Although the attack is very powerful, when the crowd is stacked, it can often only penetrate the outer layer, and the damage to the crowd inside is limited.

But just like this, Salander's soldiers dropped nearly 5,000 corpses in just half an hour. The bright red blood slid down the slope, which looked shocking.

If you don't want the entire army to be killed by the enemy's arrows layer by layer, the only way is to have the Mamunuk knights withdraw and let the large number of infantry be deployed on the periphery.

Although the armor of the infantry is not good, at least they still have round shields in their hands. If they can form a shield wall, they can withstand most of the bows and arrows. Like a lizard with its tail cut off, a large force can be evacuated at the cost of some people.

"Woooo" the bugle conveying the military order sounded in the chaotic battlefield. The infantrymen crowded in the mountain road began to move according to the order, while the Mamunuk knights quickly separated from the crowded infantry group.

"Haha, do you want to run?"

Looking at the Salander army below who was trying to cut off the warrior's wrist, the fat man sneered and gestured to the Chuanlin soldiers behind him. A loud bugle sounded from Molenburg. The archers quickly spread to both sides at this moment, revealing the black Vecchia crossbowmen behind them.

"Target, 150-meter slope! Prepare for continuous ejection"

The crossbow captains on the left side of the crossbow formation raised their hands at the same time,

"Creak!" The sound of bowstrings pulling simultaneously was as clear and intense as the raindrops on a spring night.

"Buzz!" The violently vibrating bowstrings of the 4,000 infantry crossbows were released, and at the same time there was a roar that ripped through the air, making people's teeth feel sore.

The sky suddenly turned white. When I looked up, I saw the tail feathers of 4,000 long arrows forming a white cloud in the sky. At the beginning, the white cloud seemed to be very slow, but when they reached the top of the parabola, they suddenly dived." Amidst the sound of "Whoosh!", the bright silver arrows poured down like a torrential rain, instantly drowning a group of Salander Mamunuk knights who were driving the infantry in a panic among the crowd.

"Puff!" The sharp crossbow arrows were shot from the heads, bodies, and legs of these Mamunuk knights wherever they could penetrate. The entire area covered by the arrow clusters was completely emptied, and even people and horses were inserted in an instant. Covered with arrow clusters and white tail feathers, the corpses of more than 300 Mamunuk knights hit the ground heavily along with the fallen horses.

A bloody Mamunuk knight struggled to get up, and was immediately hit by several clusters of white arrows. The lifeless body trembled under the sharp arrows that kept falling, and the bloody stumps, Dragging long blood-red marks on the ground,

"Oh my god!" The Salander infantrymen looked at the scene in front of them, and all of them turned pale with fright. The queue that was still moving towards the hillside according to the order was completely in chaos.

"No, that's impossible"

Moleh looked at the scene in front of him with blood-red eyes. He opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, like a duck with its neck pinched. He looked at the tragic scene in front of him with disbelief. The battle had reached this point. Because of this, he already knew that he had unknowingly fallen into the enemy's trap from the beginning.

"The enemy's target is not the Mamunuk knight?"

This idea suddenly entered his mind like a ghost. Moleh's body shivered uncontrollably. He quickly suppressed the annoyance in his heart and carefully swept the slope again.

Sure enough, less than half of the more than 4,000 Mamunuk knights were there, and because of the mix of infantry and cavalry, they were scattered and could not be concentrated at all. On the periphery of the entire retreating army, there were only scattered shield walls of lightly armed buckler infantry. Struggling to hold on under the arrows shot from the opposite side

Cold sweat, big beads of cold sweat rolled down from Moleh's forehead. For this reason, he even felt that his mind went blank. He finally knew what the other party wanted to do, and a biting coldness instantly enveloped his whole body.

On the opposite hill, there was a heavy rumble of thunder, confirming the most terrifying and desperate suspicion in his heart. In the wind full of the smell of blood, a thick and murderous black line appeared at the top of the opposite slope.

"Cavalry, there are cavalry!" The slope was in chaos again. A large number of cavalry suddenly appeared at the top of the slope, making the light infantry on the periphery of Salander's army restless.

"Run!" Some Salander light infantry ignored their companions behind them and chose to abandon the large troops that needed cover and ran down the slope.

"Order the infantry to charge the hillside at all costs!" Moleh shouted at the top of his lungs to the messenger behind him, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes.

The situation on the slope was completely open in front of him. The opponent's attacks were one after another, leaving him with nothing but grief and anger, helplessness and desolation. The opponent was simply playing a cat-and-mouse game, hitting him again and again. From the initial retreat to the sudden appearance of the hideousness now, it was simply a trap.

The slope in front of him was undoubtedly a huge open area that was most conducive to cavalry attacks. The wooden fences that originally had some blocking ability had been smashed to pieces by the panicked retreating Sarande army, and no longer had any blocking ability.

When the entire army was scattered, it encountered a group charge launched by a heavy cavalry unit that had been well-rested from a high altitude. Even a fool knew what the result would be. Even if they were not killed by the heavy war horses, they would be trampled into pieces by countless horse hooves.

Molehe looked at his elite troops with great frustration. At this moment, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, crowded on this small hillside.

"Shua shua" the sound of swords being drawn in unison resounded across the mountaintop. The bright arc-shaped swords, with their chilling luster, made people feel a chill from the depths of their hearts. The Sarande light infantry had been frightened by a series of failures.

They were just light infantry, and their armor and shields could not resist the impact of the cavalry. The originally scattered formation was completely messed up at this moment.

"Kill!" The earth trembled in the rumble.

2,000 Wikipedia The warhorses of the sub-guard cavalry rushed towards the completely chaotic enemy on the mountainside at a speed of nearly 100 miles per hour. The flying hooves raised a cloud of dust.

It took only a few seconds to cover a distance of more than 100 meters.

The heavy warhorses crashed into the group of Sarande soldiers, leaving a trail of blood clots.

The circling swords in the hands of the horse guards brought a gorgeous and brilliant blood-red luster. The swords flew and the heads rolled down.

The bodies of the Sarande people fell one by one like harvested straw.