Noska's cavalry was different from the Brittany's spear formation. The barbarians had never been disciplined, and they were even more so in a cavalry charge.
Phlegnus, the Champion of Khorne, wore a large blood-red helmet with the insignia of the Eight Pillars of Khorne on it. His entire body was covered in blood-red armour bestowed by the Blood God. He rode a Chaos Warhorse, which spat out sulphuric flames. Phlegnus held a Blood Greatsword in one hand and a Khorne Battleaxe in the other. When he saw the Brittany cavalry's charge begin to crumble, the Champion of Khorne was so excited that he almost couldn't control himself.
"Little ones! Loyal followers of the Hound God! Now, now, the time has come! " Phlegnus swung his greatsword and battleaxe back and forth like a madman. He screamed, his voice as hot and stimulating as the lava of hell. "The cowardly southerners have lost! The cowardly southerners can't take it anymore, they can't take it anymore! "
"Followers, servants, and soldiers of the Dark Winter, heed the call of the Blood God Khorne. Heed my command and follow me. Charge!" The Champion of Khorne signaled his followers to blow the horn. "Charge! Charge! For Khorne, sacrifice the Blood God and sacrifice the Skulls! "
The Champion of Khorne's horn was blown. Almost every barbarian could feel the bloodthirsty killing intent, especially the horsemen closest to him. More than a thousand Noska cavalry followed in the footsteps of the Champion of Khorne, charging towards the Brittany. Another two thousand followed behind.
Iron hooves trampled the fields, battleaxes harvested heads, and spears tasted blood. Noska's cavalry was filled with the desire to be rewarded by the King of Skulls. Their charge was very different from the Brittany cavalry formation. Instead, they were like a pack of wolves on the hunt, fighting to be the first to arrive. The cavalry crossed the plains outside the city at lightning speed and charged towards the Brittany's main army.
"Hahahahahahaha!" The Khorne followers laughed heartily at this blood-boiling scene. This was their favorite. "Don't show mercy, kill these cowards!"
"Fire! Fire! " The Brittanian artillery took advantage of the precious time and aimed at the charging barbarian cavalry under the command of the engineer Thomas. Dozens of rocket launchers were launched into the sky, followed by cannons and mortars firing at the same time.
The rocket cannons rained down on the barbarian cavalrymen's formation. The incessant explosions, flames, and sounds stimulated the Noska's warhorses, who were still not used to it. Coupled with the power of the gunpowder and the cannons and mortar cannons, this round of bombardment wiped out over three hundred Noska's cavalrymen!
"God damn it! Who told Phlegnus to attack? " Zeitgeist's Chosen One, Ejik, the Labyrinth Keeper, leaned against the wall and angrily signaled his Beast of the Horde Champions to order the cavalry to retreat. "A bunch of idiots who only know how to fight randomly. He will ruin all our previous efforts!"
The Beasts of the Horde also blew the horn to retreat. The infantry heard the horn and retreated. But just like before, the Noska, especially the horsemen led by the Khorne Champion, did not hear it at all. Even if they did, they pretended not to hear it.
Those who believed in Zec were all cowards and cowards! Trash who only knew how to scheme behind the scenes!
Those who believed in Khorne were all idiots and ice! Retards who only knew how to fight and bleed all day!
"Hahahahaha!" Phlegnus, the Champion of Tyranny, enjoyed the scene very much. He happily watched his riders being blown to pieces by the rockets, cannons, and mortars. He smelled the odor of the blood oxidizing in the air, heard the neighing of the horses, and laughed out loud. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! That's it, that's it, blood sacrifice to the Blood God! "
"Charge! Kill! For Khorne! "
"My brethren, will you follow me?"
"Yes, Champion of the Blood God!"
"Ahahahaha!"
The horsemen of the Noska horsemen forced their way through the cannon fire. They crossed a shallow ravine. The Khorne Champion shouted proudly. Phlegnus looked forward through the smoke and flying dust.
The Khorne Champion's smile disappeared.
What appeared in front of the Noska horsemen were several large square formations!
The dense halberd formation and the line of muskets behind the halberd formation. The Brittany were already prepared to face the enemy cavalry!
"Get ready!" The Coldstream Guards and the Connet Highland Garrison led by Lord Philip Mountbatten were at the front of the formation. The local noble of Muxilon smiled cruelly as he drew his sword. "Fire!"
"Fire!"
White smoke rose into the sky from the volley of muskets, followed by a rain of hundreds of crossbow bolts. The horsemen of Northca fell in droves. Faced with the sharp spikes of the halberd formation and the reflection of the light from the halberds, even the ferocious Northca warhorses didn't want to force their way through this formation. The horses subconsciously fled in two directions, trying to avoid the hollow formation of the Brittanians.
"Spread out! Flank them! " The Khorne Champion was also hit by the volley of muskets and bolts. His shoulder and wrist were hit by bullets and bolts. His personal guards and followers also suffered heavy losses because they charged at the front. Only five of the thirty elite horsemen were left on their horses. Phlegnus endured the pain in his shoulder and pulled out a yellow bullet from the smoking hole in his shoulder. "Spread out! Split into two and flank them from the back! "
The horsemen of the Noska horsemen suffered heavy losses. They left hundreds of corpses behind and tried to split into two, but when they passed the two hollow formations, they were met with three new hollow formations and the infantry from the Duchy of Palawon and Montfort!
"Spread out, spread out! Don't charge at the enemy with more people! " The Khorne Champion cursed. His anger could almost kill these southerners with his eyes. "Bastards! You're the most lowly and trashy existence in the mortal world. Cowards, all of you cowards. Come out and fight us if you dare. Don't play such disgusting tricks. You don't deserve it. Just you wait, I'll cut off all your heads and give them to the Khorne! "
"I think he drank too much." Lord Phillip Mountbatten signaled the Coldstream Guards to hold the line and said to Udino.
"He's hinting for us to increase our strength." Udino smiled coldly. "Coldstream Guards! Listen to my order and prepare to throw the grenades! "
"Yes, sir!" A few grenadiers prepared to charge forward.
The Noska horsemen couldn't find a suitable place to charge. The enemy's hollow formations were densely packed with spears and halberds. After circling back and forth a few times, the Noska horsemen who had more than three thousand horsemen were left with less than fifteen hundred.
A military song rang out from the hollow formations of the southerners.
"Some people talk about Kalliod, some people talk about Landuin …"
"Or people who are as famous as Jules and Tayloff …"
"But there are still ordinary people in the world who can be compared to them …"
"That's a line of Breton grenadiers …"
The Khorne Champion gathered a hundred men and tried to force his way through the hollow formations of the Coldstream Guards. However, dozens of grenades blew up this team of men. Phlegnus's chest and face were all injured by the grenades, and his horse was killed on the spot. The Khorne Champion was forced to find an ownerless Noska horse and retreat in another direction.
"Toot! Toot! " The Noska horsemen couldn't do anything to the hollow formations. At this moment, the situation worsened.
The Ugor horsemen led by Berliat and Meretskov entered the battlefield. They used bows and arrows, muskets, and scimitars to kill the Noska horsemen who had lost their morale and couldn't fight anymore.
After a series of equipment changes, the Ugor horsemen were now equipped with breastplates and superior equipment. The soldiers from Kislöw were encouraged and treated well by Laing. At the same time, the Knight King gave them a half-red and half-white striped flag as the flag of the Ugor horsemen. Now, the morale of the Mrs. Kiesler horsemen was at its peak, not to mention that the Noska horsemen were also their old enemies.
When the Ugor horsemen charged from the side, the Noska horsemen, who had lost a lot of morale, started to crumble. On this day, the Ugor horsemen were destined to enjoy victory and witness the defeat of the barbarians. They had been fighting with the barbarians for more than three thousand years, and neither side needed any mercy.
"Kill them all! Kill every barbarian you see! " Berliat charged at the front. The Ugor horsemen swung his scimitar and beheaded the Noska horsemen. Blood spurted half a meter high from the headless corpse.
In the end, the Noska horsemen were almost completely slaughtered. The panicked Noska horsemen couldn't do anything to the hollow formations. Furthermore, they were hit from the side, so almost all of them died.
Phlegnus, the champion of Khorne, couldn't accept this. He howled and tried to rally his troops, but even the will of Khorne couldn't make the Noskas regroup. The barbarians could only run for their lives.
Phlegnus was furious and helpless. He then realized that the Ugor horsemen were charging at him. Instead of being shocked, he was overjoyed. He immediately used the most ancient and classic method. The Noska horsemen charged at the Ugor horsemen alone, stopped at a certain distance, and raised their weapons at Berliat, who was obviously the commander, and pounded their chest with their fists.
He demanded a duel.
"…" Belial looked at this scene with a cold face. He couldn't help but sneer. Captain Hugo gestured to the cavalry behind him and then reached out his hand. It looked like he was going to take the white gloves.
"Yes, that's it!" The Khorseman slammed his weapon, indicating that Berliat could come out.
However, what he was waiting for was dozens of black muzzles.
More than 30 Ugor horsemen, including Berliat himself, took out loaded short-barreled muskets from under their saddles.
“Fire！” Berliat ordered coldly. More than 30 short-barreled muskets fired at Phlegnus from less than 20 meters away. The Khorseman was hit more than 10 times and fell off his horse. He was then cut into pieces by the greedy Ugor horsemen.
Berliat glanced at the Khorseman's corpse and shrugged. "You're crazy. I'm not a Grail Knight. Who wants to duel with you?"
In the end, less than two hundred of the three thousand Noska cavalrymen managed to escape, while the Brittanians only suffered two hundred casualties.
At the same time, in the midst of the defeated Brittanian knight-errant, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred. The wind blew violently, and a very ancient and sacred energy was released in the air. Green light and green light suddenly appeared. Amidst the ivy and fluttering leaves, under the sky of the Kingdom of Knights, a legendary hero appeared in the light and shadow. He was riding a beast from another world whose body was steaming with smoke. Under the all-green kite helmet, there was a shadow that was spewing out green mist and a pair of cold eyes that were emitting green light.
The ancient hero raised the Blade of Agony in his hand. Green light shone on the plains. "Son of Brittany! Come to my side! "
"It's the Green Knight!"
"The Green Knight is here to help us!"
"The lady hasn't forgotten her people!"
"Long live the Brittany!"
The defeated knights' morale was greatly boosted. They stopped running and rushed towards the Green Knight in an attempt to regroup. Under the Green Knight's encouragement, the momentum of their defeat disappeared. They regained their morale and prepared to fight back against the damned Northans.
At the same time, Ulfric, who was in the middle of an epic duel with Kalad, saw a terrifying scene from the corner of his eye.
At the southern end of the horizon, a huge red and blue flag with a golden lion emblem holding a Holy Grail and a sword in the middle was slowly rising from the horizon. Along with the appearance of the flag, there was a troop of knights like a torrent of steel, as well as a row of Holy Grail Knights and Lake God Prophets at the front of the troop.
Ufrick instantly felt a chill all over his body. His heart felt cold and his heart soared.
"What's that?!"
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