The King's City Knight Regiment was like a sharp silver blade, cutting into the rear of Garcia's team.
The crowd suddenly became a mess, many people fell to the ground in panic, and then were trampled to death by the horses.
Occasionally, some people pulled out their weapons to resist, but they were pierced by the skillful Knight with their spears. Leading this unstoppable torrent, rushing at the forefront of the sharp blade was the Chilly Wind Knight Naimen Moore. The blue striped cloak fluttering behind him was particularly eye-catching. Wherever he went, the enemies would avoid him. After a round of killing, the tip of his spear and his sword were stained with blood.
Timothy Wimbledon stood on a hillside in the distance, observing the situation of the battlefield. At this time, the tail of the team of 3000 people was no longer as neat as before, the crowd was getting more and more scattered, and the team's speed almost stopped.
They can't hold on for long, Timothy thought, two more rounds and his sister's team will collapse, these people have no way to resist the attack of the elite Knight of Graycastle, most of them don't even have armor, as long as they are hit by a sword, they will completely lose the ability to fight.
Almost as he expected, it took an hour to detour around Eagle City, climb over a hill, and then pass through a sparse forest, the Knight Regiment once again returned to the main road. Then he ordered the whole regiment to speed up, and finally caught up with Garcia's team at noon.
Timothy divided the Knight Regiment into three groups according to what the Duke had taught him, each group had about 300 people, and they would take turns to attack the enemy's flank and rear. In this way, they could conserve their horses, and in case of an emergency, they could also mobilize reinforcements. In order to avoid being surrounded, the Knight Regiment didn't need to rush into the crowd, they only needed to approach the enemy from the side, accelerate and rush, and then cut off a small part of the enemy's tail, causing dozens of enemy casualties every time.
This tactic was obviously effective, after a few rounds, the enemy was killed or injured more than 100 people, but they had no power to fight back. They also wanted to organize a cavalry to fight back, but the equipment and training gap was too big, compared to the King's City Knight Regiment, the temporarily put together cavalry was just a group of infantry riding on horses. In a moment, those "cavalry" who braced themselves to fight were killed and fled.
This kind of one-sided massacre was a huge blow to morale. Timothy noticed that some of Garcia's troops had begun to break away from the formation and flee in other directions.
It was time to launch an all-out attack, he thought. When the Cold Wind Knight returned with his team, he did not order the next round of attack. Instead, he returned to the Knight Regiment from the hillside.
"Your Majesty, they are about to be separated." Naimen wiped the sweat from his forehead. The blood in his palms had left a few marks on his face. It was the blood of the enemies. He had been fighting for so long and was still unscathed.
Timothy took out his own handkerchief and handed it to him. "Well done. After a short rest, we will give the enemy the final blow."
Seeing that the next round of Broken Tail Charge had yet to arrive, Garcia's men realized that the decisive battle was about to begin. The huge team completely stopped moving forward and slowly gathered until they were all huddled together. The people at the outermost layer raised their wooden spears.
Timothy snorted disdainfully. This was nothing more than a deathbed struggle. Without a barricade or armor, trying to stop the charge of the Kingdom's Knight Company with just their bodies of flesh and blood would only result in a crushing defeat. Regardless of whether his third sister was still in the team or not, it would not change the outcome. Perhaps she had already changed her clothes and left, leaving this group of people to stall for time.
But he soon found that he was wrong.
The Queen of Clearwater's flag was once again raised in the crowd. The green flag fluttered in the wind. The sailboat and the crown pattern made Timothy frown. He raised his telescope and looked at the enemy's formation. He saw a vague figure of a woman standing on the "platform" set up by several warriors. She raised her hand and seemed to be shouting something. He could not see her face clearly, but the fluttering gray hair revealed her identity.
Garcia Wimbledon. Unexpectedly, she did not run.
Timothy took a deep breath. Very good, in this way, the farce will end here early. He would not have to go to the Port of Clearwater again.
When the horses were fully rested, the new King issued the order for the whole army to attack.
The Knight and his retinue composed of more than 800 cavalry, under the leadership of the King's Knight Regiment, launched a charge against the enemy. The tip of the sword of the Knight Regiment was still the Cold Wind Knight – Naimen Moore.
Just as the Knight Regiment was about to enter the enemy's formation, a large number of people suddenly appeared on the horizon on both the east and west sides. They issued a burst of strange cries and rushed all the way to the center of the battlefield.
Timothy could not believe it and stared with wide eyes, who were these people?
There was no flag, no family emblem, the sudden appearance of this army was different from any of the forces in the kingdom. Through the telescope, most of them did not even have armor, and their weapons were also varied. However, in Timothy's knowledge, there was only one kind of people who had a tall and strong figure and a strange face.
The Sand Nation of the Southernmost Region!
He no longer needed to guess whether the other side was an enemy or a friend. There was no doubt that Garcia and the Sand Nation had reached some kind of deal, allowing this group of damned foreigners to intervene in the Graycastle royal power. Thinking of this, Timothy was burning with anger, he turned around and shouted: "Sound the horn, call back the Knight Regiment!"
But it was already too late, the high-speed charging army simply could not easily turn around, the Knight Regiment plunged into Garcia's formation, and like a hot knife cutting through butter, they directly pierced the position of the Queen of Clearwater.
Timothy eagerly looked at the flag that was fluttering in the wind, hoping that it would break. The Sand Nation attacking from both sides were about a thousand people, so Garcia's army would swell to five thousand people, which was a number that he couldn't handle. Moreover, the Sand Nation's people were very strong, falling into close combat would be a great threat to the Knight Regiment. If at this time he could kill the enemy's leader, cut off the flagpole, and destroy Garcia's Militia Regiment, he still had a chance to win.
However, the flagpole swayed a bit, but still stood tall in the middle of the formation.
The Sand Nation completed the encirclement, and followed the Knight Regiment to join the battle.
If not for this batch of reinforcements, Garcia's three thousand outlaws should have already been defeated, but at this moment, they were still persisting, like a swamp, slowly dragging the Knight Regiment into it.
The horn of retreat resounded through the battlefield, one after another, the Knight Regiment rushed out and approached Timothy, but there were still many people trapped in the enemy's formation, including the Cold Wind Knight.
He was entangled by a nine feet tall foreign warrior, and was already gasping for breath. The other side waved a giant wooden stick, creating a small empty space around the two of them. Naimen's mount had already been smashed to death, he relied on his extraordinary reaction and agility to dodge left and right, but the thick armor quickly consumed his remaining strength. Finally, when he dodged sideways, he lost his footing, and was hit in the chest by a sweeping wooden stick. The strength was so great that the armor sank into his body, and the wooden stick broke into two.
The blue cloak slowly fell, and disappeared into the crowd.
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