The night was dark.
Count Nicole looked in the direction of White Dew City in the distance and asked the adjutant beside him,
"How long will it take to reach White Dew City?"
"My lord, according to our current speed, it will take about three hours." The adjutant thought for a while and asked, "Do we need to speed up?"
"No." Count Nicole immediately refused. "There are 100,000 Pegasus Legion in White Dew City. They have the geographical advantage and are well prepared. It is impossible for them to be defeated by the Blood Cavalry in such a short time.
We don't need to rush. Just stabilize the formation and push forward slowly. "
"Yes!"
While they were talking, there was a sudden disturbance in the left wing of the army. Count Nicole frowned and ordered,
"Stop!"
The adjutant carefully reminded him, "My lord, it seems that a small unit of the Blood Cavalry is harassing us, intending to slow down our marching speed."
"I know." Count Nicole nodded. "Send someone to check the situation, just in case."
"Yes." The adjutant was a little helpless. He actually wanted to hint Count Nicole not to be slowed down by the Blood Cavalry, but he did not expect …
However, the adjutant could understand Count Nicole's mentality.
This time, the Duke of Saint Prospero issued a conscription order, asking the lords to lead the army to surround White Dew City and block the retreat of the Blood Cavalry.
Although the lords did as they were told, they all had their own thoughts.
For example, Count Nicole actually knew that the Blood Cavalry kept sending small units to harass them in order to slow down the speed of the allied forces of the lords. But Count Nicole deliberately pretended to be stupid and dawdled outside the city.
The reason was very simple. He did not want his army to face the terrible Blood Cavalry.
The news that the Fire Velvet Army was completely wiped out by the 3,000 Blood Cavalry had spread to the south of the Alcis Mountains. When Count Nicole first received the news, he was absolutely unwilling to believe it.
But as the news was confirmed, Count Nicole had the idea that the Blood Cavalry was invincible.
The other lords who accepted the conscription order of the Duke of Saint Prospero were the same. The fiasco of the Fire Velvet Army completely destroyed their confidence.
If 3,000 Bloody Cavalry were so terrifying, then what about the main force of the Bloody Cavalry in the White Dew City?
Therefore, the lords of the Eastern Region hoped that the Sky Horse Legion and even the people of the Eastern Region in the White Dew City would consume the strength of the Blood Cavalry. When the Blood Cavalry lost its spirit, they would lead their own troops to surround them and see if they could get some military exploits.
As for whether this would cause heavy damage to Sky Horse Legion, plunge the people of White Dew City into misery and suffering, or even allow Blood Cavalry to find a chance to escape, Count Nichol and the other lords of the eastern region didn't care.
What they cared more about was their own family's army. That was their foundation.
The Duke of Saint Prospero had already expected this, so he made a promise to the lords who came to support him.
For example, the Duke of Saint Prospero had promised him that if he could wipe out the main force of the Bloody Cavalry in this battle, the Nichol family would be promoted one level higher.
If he were to go up from Count, he would be Marquis!
Generally speaking, the four dukes rarely conferred the title of Marquis, except for the title of their first successor.
After all, the territory required to confer a Marquis was too large. The dukes were reluctant to let their vassals control such a huge force.
That was to say, García, who came from the House of Saint Hilde and had made countless military exploits, could be conferred the title of Marquis.
Count Nichol never thought that one day he would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Marquis García. But even such a temptation could not offset his fear of the Bloody Cavalry.
In fact, if the Duke of Saint Prospero could appoint a person with enough trust and prestige to be the supervisor, these lords would not dawdle like this.
But the problem was that the Duke of Saint Prospero could not send anyone else.
He certainly could not leave the White Dew City. As for his eldest son, Marquis Vincent, he did not fully trust him at that time.
His second son, the Earl Of Avon, was not around, and even his youngest daughter, Anna, was nowhere to be found.
The others were not qualified to control the situation.
In desperation, the Duke of Saint Prospero could only appoint Count Nichol as the temporary commander-in-chief of this coalition of lords.
But judging from the current situation, he seemed to have overestimated Count Nichol's courage.
Moreover, he misjudged the real target of the Bloody Cavalry to attack the White Dew City.
It was not the Hall Family, but himself!
…
The glimmer of dawn slowly revealed from the east, gently but firmly tearing apart the dark night.
Count Nichol woke up from his doze. He rubbed his eyes and patted his back.
The old count, who was over 60 years old, suddenly felt that he could no longer adapt to the military life.
In fact, if the promise given by the Duke of Saint Prospero was not too tempting, Count Nichol was not prepared to lead the army himself.
Just as he stretched his body, suddenly, the earth seemed to shake.
Countless endless rumbles came from afar, like the explosion of spring thunder, but also like the surging waves.
Count Nichol's face changed, and he immediately shouted,
"All troops stop advancing! Get into formation and prepare to meet the enemy! "
As soon as the order was passed down, Count Nichol saw countless black shadows suddenly appear on the horizon, filling the whole earth without a trace of a gap. Even the rising sun was covered by this black tide.
For a time, the weather changed.
Count Nichol only felt that his heart was tightly grasped by a big hand, and he could not breathe at all.
Was this the Bloody Cavalry?
"Shield up!"
"Spear up!"
"Archers, get ready!"
…
Because the marching speed was not fast, and they were already mentally prepared, the response speed of the coalition of lords was very fast.
But even if they had a complete defensive formation, they could not help but feel afraid in the face of the surging Bloody Cavalry at this moment.
Nearly 20,000 elite cavalries launched a group charge. Such a scene could never be imagined by those who had not experienced it personally.
The impact, the oppression, was enough to make anyone tremble in fear.
In the face of a large number of the coalition of lords, the Bloody Cavalry did not choose to do any probing. Instead, it was a simple group charge.
Because Knight Roger had absolute confidence.
This night, in fact, the Bloody Cavalry kept monitoring the coalition of lords outside the city, and constantly sent small troops to harass them.
So, the probing was already in progress.
Moreover, the result of the feedback made Knight Roger somewhat disappointed.
That's it?
Even if he had expected the weakness of the eastern army, he did not expect it to be so weak.
Moreover, Knight Roger could see at a glance that these lords did not have the courage to fight to the death with the Bloody Cavalry.
Therefore, in the face of such an enemy, Knight Roger decisively chose the most direct and violent way of attack.
Go forward!
The surging cavalry was like a sharp arrow leaving the bowstring. With an unstoppable momentum, they rushed into the army of the Eastern Territory's allied forces.
Like a red-hot knife inserted into butter, the seemingly neat infantry formation was, in fact, vulnerable. In an instant, a ferocious gap was torn open.
Countless stunned eastern soldiers cried and crawled, trying to escape from the devil army in front of them, which seemed to have climbed up from hell.
They were not at the same level at all.
They could not fight at all!
The gap was getting bigger and bigger, deeper and deeper, and soon it became a passage through the whole army.
After breaking through the coalition army, the Bloody Cavalry did not mean to stay and went straight to the north.
All that was left was a mess of the Eastern Allied Forces and a group of Eastern Lords who were completely scared out of their wits.
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