Throne of the North

The 8th Dragun

"Soldiers, we will eventually bring back the glory of victory!"

Roaring, Enzo waved the knight's sword, and the warhorse under him gradually changed from trotting to running, until it was already running wildly when it was thirty meters away.

"Kill!!!"

In the valley, the armies of both sides charged forward fearlessly, and they had no choice. The guards of the nobles behind them watched every soldier who tried to retreat. Only by moving forward could there be a glimmer of life.

But with the trembling of the ground, the stones flew into the air in the vibration, and many experienced soldiers turned pale, slashing frantically to the side, trying to stick their bodies to the stone walls on both sides of the valley.

Most of the wars in this world are like this. Thousands of soldiers fought in the valley, and even the commanders of the armies of both sides could not see which side had the advantage in this war.

Of course, they did have a way, that is, to observe the cavalry.

When the slashing and roaring in the valley had made most of the soldiers forget everything and only knew how to kill, the cavalry of both sides had arrived.

The horses they were riding were charging. Whether it was their own army or the enemy standing in front of them, they themselves might not be able to tell clearly, so they waved their weapons and regarded everyone within their attack range as the enemy.

"Ah!"

When the horses trampled on the battlefield of flesh and blood, screams were heard. The cavalry easily penetrated the chaotic battlefield. At the moment when the cavalry of both sides met, the war was sublimated to its peak.

"Kill!"

The knight's sword in Enzo's hand was not ordinary. It was engraved with magical patterns, making the original iron sword sharper and heavier. The power carried by the charge of the warhorse allowed him to smash the armor of the cavalry on the opposite side at this moment.

The huge head rolled to the ground, and the helmet like an iron can rolled several times before it could stop and was trampled into meat paste by countless iron hooves.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! ! !

Compared to Enzo's keen insight and powerful strength, the collision of cavalry in this narrow terrain is more of a zero-distance touch between flesh and blood.

Metal armors collided with each other, and the horses that failed to dodge also had their heads blown up at this moment. Falling to the ground represented death, pierced by weapons, and trampled by chaotic iron hooves.

Maybe not too many knights were killed by the weapons in the hands of the other side, but in this war, there must be many knights who lost the possibility of standing up because of a slip and fall.

"Glory to Dragun!"

Enzo, who looked like a young man in his twenties, roared, grabbed a head in his hand, and threw it towards the position of Viscount Miles.

Looking at Enzo who was killing people everywhere, all the nobles on Viscount Miles' side looked ugly.

"The son of Viscount Dragun is actually a silver knight. How could he give birth to such a talented child!"

This sentence made Viscount Miles, who had been silent in front of him, clench his palms tightly. His blue palms stared at Enzo, who was like the protagonist in the center of the battlefield. He almost couldn't help throwing the spell crystal in his hand at him.

No one was wrong. He was indeed old and had lost his former spirit. When people get old, they will inevitably compare their children. But now it seems that Dragun's children are indeed more powerful than the descendants of his Miles family.

But at this moment, he didn't dare to attack Enzo. Once Enzo was killed by him, then this matter would involve too much.

"Perhaps, what Rag said is right."

Viscount Miles looked at Enzo in the distance, and the whole person seemed to be more aged at this moment.

"My Lord Viscount, what should we do? Our soldiers don't seem to be their opponents."

The nobles couldn't see the results from those chaotic infantry, but they could see who was in favor of this war from the knights and cavalry.

Obviously, Enzo Dragun, who killed five bronze knights on the battlefield and even needed three silver knights to stop the opponent, has let them know which side the balance of this war is tilting towards.

"Kendra, where is your knight attendant?"

Miles turned his head and stared at Baron Kendra, the most powerful baron on his side except himself.

"My Lord, the county governor is ready."

Baron Kendra said helplessly, and then under the pressure of Viscount Miles's gaze, he could only call on the fifty cavalrymen hiding in the forest in the distance.

This is the most powerful force in his territory. Although he only has a cavalry army of fifty, this army makes him not afraid of even the flying wolf cavalry of Earl Winter with the same number.

If they are consumed here, even if they get the magic crystal mine, they may not be able to restore the appearance of these guards.

"Forty official knights, nine bronze knights, and a silver knight's guards, Kendra, you hide so well."

The other nobles around looked at the fifty knight guards with envy.

"Ernst, bring Baron Enzo to me."

Kendra waved her hand confidently, and the next moment fifty knight guards rushed out and rushed directly to the location where Baron Enzo was.

On the other side, Viscount Dragun's men also sent news.

"My Lord, Viscount Miles' army has another fifty cavalrymen."

Hearing this news, Viscount Dragun looked to the side, and the next moment, the last dozens of cavalrymen surrounding Viscount Dragun also rushed to the battlefield.

"Quinlan, you take another 500 soldiers to attack!"

The heavy voice of Viscount Dragun once again reduced the army around him by more than half. This time he gathered nearly 5,000 soldiers to the Ice Peak Forest, claiming to be an army of 50,000. At this moment, there are only less than 1,500 infantrymen left.

Unlike the previous slave armies, these soldiers are real soldiers, not cannon fodder, otherwise Viscount Dragun would be very sad to be killed by his own cavalry.

Similarly, the opposite Viscount Miles is the same. The slave army is cannon fodder and consumables.

When one side's infantry army begins to replenish, it is natural for their side to respond. This is also the outbreak mode of war between most nobles.

You send a little people, I send a little people, you send elites, I send elites, and throw them all into a battlefield. Whoever can kill the other side completely will be the winner.

Of course, the ancient duel method has also improved. When Baron Enzo Dragun was kicked off his horse by several silver knights, a large number of soldiers from Viscount Dragun's side surrounded him and forced him to retreat.

This retreat represented the end of today's battle. Viscount Miles's side symbolically chased for a distance and chose to retreat.

At sunset, the valley was quiet. Soldiers from both sides had retreated, leaving only a pile of corpses. The number would not be less than 500, or perhaps... 1,000.