Knight and Wand

Chapter 130: The Battle of Longka is Over (Charge)

The Wolf Leader's conscripted soldiers in the rear spotted the heavily armored "knights" riding their horses in a line, but the unorganized militia had no ability to resist the heavy cavalry's attack from behind in just ten seconds.

Even if the enemy forces were only a handful in number, facing the armored cavalry, the militiamen in the back row were afraid that they would have to block the terrible horse hooves.

"The Knights of Thorn Flowers are coming!" They shouted loudly to their fellow villagers amid the noise. Feeling that they had done their best, the conscripted soldiers in the rear took advantage of the fact that the captain in front of the battle line was unable to control them, and in fear they abandoned their formation and fled.

The soldiers in a chaotic formation dispersed like the ebbing tide, with no intention of setting up their spears or forming a battle array. Knight Redo charged into their ranks without dodging or avoiding.

War horses, some covered with armor and some with robes, rushed into the scattered enemy formation, and the men held spears and halberds and cut into the enemy's territory like sharp knives without any hindrance.

In just one round of contact, dozens of enemies died in their charge.

Following the Redo Knight who was leading the attack, Lohak roared like a tiger, raised his halberd and axe, and the spike at the front rammed into the enemy's body. The huge force knocked the person in front of him away. Azerien raised his shield and stabbed continuously with the spear in his hand, slightly slower than his brave partner in front of him on the right.

At the forefront of all the bloody charge, Olivia ran straight past Sir Redo, the original leader.

The armored arms danced dazzlingly, the long lance blade drew swirling and swaying silver streams on the girl's left and right, and the galloping warhorse was like a lightning-fast phantom that pierced through the crowd.

The sharp blade swept across the enemy's neck, and the spearhead stabbed the enemy's chest. Only terrifying cold light could be seen.

Wherever the iron hooves stepped on and wherever the spear tips reached, it was as if covered by the vacuum of death, leaving behind one corpse after another falling down.

Seeing the heroic figure, Knight Redo was shocked. He then realized that his earlier observation in the camp had greatly underestimated the strength of the armored girl. With his eyesight, he could not even catch the rapid movement of the spear tip.

Killing through the front line, the red-soaked spear blades spilled blood. Olivia knew that these militiamen who had no martial arts skills could hardly hurt her, but she still used the sharp blade in her hand to swiftly take away fragile lives one by one.

She understood that not everyone had her abilities, and any hesitation towards the enemy at this moment would turn into a threat to her friends and her own soldiers.

Holding the blood-stained spear, the horse's hooves that had been galloping out of the formation slowly stopped. The girl looked back, and the solemn expression under her mask buried her sorrow deep in her heart.

The drooping spear tip is raised again. We must not let the people defending our hometown lose more lives because of our lack of mercy.

The pressure of collapse was gone. Seeing their own cavalry coming to their aid in time, the wounded young men of Longka became more motivated. The leading warrior shouted at the top of his lungs, "We won! We won! Fight back!!!"

Despite suffering heavy casualties, the will to defend their homeland still made the Longka people's eyes red and bloodshot, and they pounced on another team of shaky wolf-led militia on the right.

Knight Redo allowed the mob around him to drop their weapons and flee in disarray. He raised his blood-stained halberd high and shouted at the riders to stop chasing him.

From what he saw when he came out of the forest, the Seval detachment in the center of his army was under fierce attack from the enemy's main force and was in danger.

The battlefield is changing rapidly. As the last mobile force, we cannot waste precious time here.

Simply defeating the southernmost militia line would not be enough to reverse the decline of their own side. As for the remaining Longka soldiers around them, they could not stop the enemy's main force at all.

We must get the warhorse running again and run immediately!
"Form a team, lead by me, and keep moving forward!"

Ser Ledo shouted loudly, urging the horses that had slowed to a halt in the battle.

Following his order, the victorious heavy cavalry squadrons surrounded the knights and galloped again.
Almost at the same time, Ledo's heavy cavalry squad attacked the enemy formation in the south.

To the north of the front line, the troops of both sides had already become a melee.

The soldiers of the Pletton Square who broke through the enemy's formation, assisted by friendly forces from Seval, attacked the Wofenhall soldiers from the side, forming a flank formation, and it seemed that they were about to turn the tide of the battle.

But Leon pulled the reins, steed his horse to trot out of the chaos on the left, and loudly ordered the guards to leave the melee and gather around him again.

The shield guards lined up beside Leon, holding up their long shields to defend against the cold arrows that were occasionally shot at their lord from a distance.

Holding up the lance covered in blood and broken organs, Leon looked into the distance and saw a knight from the Wolf Clan, also in full armor, leading the main formation of the Wolf Leader beside him gradually approaching.

The elite troops of Wolfenhall City who had been repelled earlier fled but did not disperse. After those soldiers fled to the enemy's main camp, they regained their morale under the command of the Wolf Family knight officer and gathered their main camp into a larger force.

It's not that Leon doesn't want to hunt down the fleeing enemy forces.

But he had no spare energy. Once he was dragged into the chaos, he would no longer be able to take care of other fronts.

But the enemy. Leon quickly turned his head and looked at the heavy cavalry phalanx that was bypassing the trench and was about to launch a charge from the side.

The long-awaited leader of the Wolf family finally stepped onto the battlefield.

What about Sir Redo and his men?
Have they joined the battle? How is the southern front? Is it winning or losing?

Leon didn't know.

The enemy's final offensive will come to him in thirty or forty seconds. He does not have the God's perspective and pause button like in the war games of his previous life, nor does he have the opportunity to return to the high slope behind the front line to look for the trace of the last reserve troops in his hands.

In the chaotic battlefield, he made a judgment within the few breaths left.

The Duwana were still fighting with the Wolfenhall people, and the Pletton and Selva detachments were attacking the elite of the Wolf Lord's central army.
In the front, the infantry formation led by the Knights of the Order of Arms of the Wolf Family can easily destroy the encirclement that the central army has finally formed with the friendly forces.

On the right side, Wolf Leader's heavy cavalry could defeat any of their own troops with a single charge. Even the well-arranged Duwana halberd formation would find it difficult to resist, not to mention that the Duwana people had been firmly restrained by the enemy infantry.

The cruel situation and the life and death of the entire army still seemed to be in a one-sided disadvantage.

Leon smiled bitterly in his heart. If it weren't for the territorial war preparations during this period, the militias of his three territories would have been defeated in the first wave of attacks.

This is natural. Using the conscripted soldiers under his command to fight the elite troops of the Wolf Family brought by the enemy, using weak soldiers against strong soldiers, and even using the few to fight the many, if it were easy, there would be no heroes left behind since ancient times.

The battle examples from the past and present from his past life told Leon that there was only one way to win in the current situation.

He looked at the Wolf cavalry formation that was about to launch a charge, his eyes focused on the wolf flag that symbolized the Gunnar family.

You only have one chance to try, or to be more precise, only a few seconds.

The left hand holding the shield dropped down, and from the leather box at his waist, he pulled out the silver card of Neti. Leon turned around and said, "Corvis, give me magic power."

The young man who was following closely beside him immediately took off his gauntlets and pointed his fingers at Leon's brow.

While trying hard to keep the Boiling Heart running on the four people, Corvis closed his eyes and transferred almost all of his magic power to his master at the fastest speed.

With only the last bit of energy left to keep his body moving and his consciousness awake, the boy's sweaty face was tense under the visor. He took a deep breath and retracted his fingers.

"May you return victorious."

For the safety of his friends and monarch, Corvis prayed silently to the Most High Holy Sun for the first time in his heart.

"Guard the flag and meet the enemy here." After giving the order to hold on, Leon ran away from the shield wall of the guards and headed straight for the heavy cavalry formation in the distance without any retreat.

Kanis, who was charging from a distance, looked at the lone silver-armored knight running towards him with a spear in surprise through the gap between the front row of cavalry.

Charge into battle alone? Does he think he is the great knight of the kingdom?

The young master of the Wolf family was puzzled for a moment, and he didn't want to delve into whether the other party's suicide was a brave or desperate act.

This is not a fair duel.

On a life-and-death battlefield, no matter how brave the enemy is, facing an enemy who unwisely rushes towards his army, Canis will mercilessly overwhelm them with wolves.

Putting his lance down, the young master of the Wolf family shouted a war cry with full energy.

More than fifty heavily armed cavalrymen in neat formation galloped on their horses. Long spears and lances were held horizontally instead of being lifted up, and were held between the riders' arms. The cavalry formation galloped at high speed like an iron wall.

The dry land trembled constantly due to the dozens of tons of weight trampled on it, hundreds of horse hooves trampled up flying dust, and the sound of thunder rumbled on the ground like drums.

Looking from the sky, the dark mass of cavalry looked like a huge wave, and standing in front of them was just a small silver dot trying to stop a chariot. The galloping cavalry did not even take the mere horse in front of them seriously, and the real target of the team's charge was the Longka infantry who were fighting in the melee behind the opponent.

Maintaining his posture on the bumpy horse's back, Leon tried his best to restrain the power that was filling his body to the point of escaping.

The borrowed magic power, along with the effect of the Neti card, was boiling in his body.

Lock your eyes firmly on the seemingly unstoppable heavy cavalry formation in front of you.

Twenty meters.

Leon was close enough to draw on his magic power, activating the shield and holding the silver plate between his fingers.

The Neti card turned into surging energy, reconstructing the ancient souls that lived in the land where the war horses ran.

Facing the enemy so close, Leon shouted: "Garon, charge with me!"

The burly Sun Guard emerged from the glow of ancient magic.

The eyes under the gorgeous helmet identified the enemy's location in an instant as if time had stopped.

The steel boots under the greaves poured heavy pressure into the feet, the ground exploded with a loud bang, earth and rocks flew, cracks and collapses appeared, and the figure of the armored ancient warrior passed by the side of his lord of this world. His heavy body was wrapped in the sound of breaking through the air, and in just a few steps he sprinted into the oncoming heavy cavalry formation faster than a warhorse.

Brandishing the flaming halberd in his hand, Garron slashed at the enemy heavily.

--boom! !
The rolling hot wind, accompanied by an unparalleled impact wave, knocked over several cavalrymen in the lead, along with their horses.

A diversion was artificially created in the middle of the torrent of cavalry. The blazing halberd blade slashed through the thick neck of the warhorse in front of it, splitting the armored cavalryman on it in half.

The horse's corpse flew sideways due to inertia, and the cavalryman turned the upper half of the corpse that had not yet fallen, revealing the charred cross-section and the broken edge of the armor that was burned red by the high temperature of the halberd blade.

The remaining force of the halberd was still there, and it was pulled back to the tip by the Yanyang Guards, who took a side step and turned around to cut down the cavalry that was rushing behind it.

In his eyes, the tip of the spear was so slow that it couldn't even reach the armor of the guards, and the scorching blade cut off the horse's legs.

The war horses neighed in pain, and the cavalrymen were thrown out by their fallen mounts.

But after killing two knights in a row, Garron realized that he only had a few breaths of magic power to maintain his spirit body. He instantly found the plate-armored knight who was guarding in the center in front of him, and immediately stepped on it and jumped into the air.

The two knights of the Wolf Clan's inner court pulled the reins in shock, urged their horses to stand on both sides to guard the young master, and attacked with their lances the red-robed warrior who had entered the central army from nowhere.

Looking at the knight who blocked his way, Garron sighed with regret in his heart, after all, the time he showed up was too short. The halberd blade changed its target, and the Ancient Guards tried their best to fly and cut the nearest enemy before disappearing.

The ancient warrior who soared into the air and the inner court knight's weapons collided with each other, making a loud bang.

The red-hot halberd blade burned the steel and embedded itself deeply into the enemy's lance. It pressed forward, and the unabated force drove the sharp blade into the plate armored chest. The Wolf Knight who was charging on horseback was knocked off his horse in this instant of head-on collision.

At the same time, another inner court knight stabbed the red-robed enemy who had shot down his comrade with his spear.

But as soon as the tip of the gun touched his armor, the slight delay in the actual dull feeling suddenly disappeared, as if it had penetrated an illusion.

"witchcraft?!"

Canis watched the inner court knights in front of him charging through the scattered light miasma. Before he could react whether the brief battle of a few breaths was an illusion, he heard a roar coming from the front of his right hand.

Following the gap opened by the Yanyang Guards, Leon, who was riding alone to fight the enemy, raised his shield to deflect the spears coming from the left, and he had already rode his horse to the front of Canis.

The black horse charged forward, and the silver-armored knight roared, raised his spear, and attacked the enemy leader under the wolf flag.

"Well done!"

Canis moved the gun in his hand and pointed it at the enemy general wearing a winged helmet.

The two heavy steel-forged lances hit the target almost instantly.

——Bang! ! !

The armored horses galloped past each other, and the two men in heavy armor collided with each other and both fell off their horses.

With a dent in his breastplate, Leon felt as if he had been hit by a truck. Although the horrific impact was mitigated by the layers of protective armor, the lance in his hand still slipped out of his hand due to the collision.

He hurriedly adjusted his posture before landing, and his back hit the ground with a loud bang, and the heavy armor made a crisp sound.

Enduring the stuffiness in his chest and bleeding between his teeth, Leon steadied his body and did not dare to stop. He rolled sideways on the spot to avoid the attack of the enemy cavalry. Several passing gun tips narrowly grazed his shoulders.

The cavalrymen in the back were afraid of trampling the young master who had fallen off his horse, so they avoided him on both sides.

The unstoppable charging force immediately split the cavalry formation into two torrents, rumbling past the two knights who fell off their horses in the center.

Leon threw away the kite shield that was in the way of his left arm, propped himself up and drew out the long sword from his waist.

Holding the handle in one hand and the blade in the other, he was like holding a short spear, his iron boots moving non-stop as he ran straight towards the Wolf Knight who had also stood up.

The enemy leader is alone, and beheading him is the only way to win at this moment.

"Canis!" Leon remembered the other party's self-reported name.

Lifting his visor and spitting out the blood and phlegm from his mouth, Canis tightly grasped his sword. Although the young master of the Wolf family did not know the other party's name, he could recognize the gorgeous winged helmet and armor, so he laughed and rushed forward to meet the enemy.

At least before the cavalry turned their horses back to rescue their master, the two commanders only had each other's figures in their eyes.

Lion's sword swiftly stabbed into the gap of Canis's visor.

The young master of the Wolf family raised his sword to block, stepped sideways, and used his backhand to hit the Winged Helmet Knight in the face with the handle like a hammer.

However, in the eyes of Leon, who had been facing Olivia's sword speed for a long time, the enemy's counterattack was so slow at this moment.

Just by turning his head, he avoided the attack from Canis. Relying on the boiling power of the knight, Leon also slammed his entire upper body forward with the blade.

Bang!
The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

In the wrestling match between the Knights of the Order of Arms, the two swords clashed fiercely, colliding with each other like blunt weapons.

There were waves of huge force hitting each other, and roaring air explosions were created between weapons and steel armor. The ground beneath their feet was covered with dust due to the fight between the two knights.

The iron cans wearing strong armor fought with brute force and skills.

There was no dazzling and gorgeous dancing of weapons, only the brutal entanglement of half-swordsmanship, and the ferocity of constantly looking for opportunities to attack the gaps in the opponent's armor and the joints under the arms.

Wolfenhall's heavy cavalry were unable to stop their charge, and their divided columns attacked the black-robed guards with shields in front of them and the infantry battle formations in the melee from the left and right.

The overwhelming momentum broke through Longka's fragile defense in an instant, and the iron hooves stepped into the crowd. Even the frenzied hammer-wielding shield guards were knocked down by the cavalry and spit blood, falling towards their comrades behind them.

The guards guarded Corvis's battle flag and slowly retreated under the charge of the cavalry.

The knight of the Wolf family's inner court who was in the center of the army did not continue to advance. He finally stopped his horse's momentum and shouted orders anxiously, calling on the cavalry beside him to rein in their horses and turn around to support the young master who was fighting the enemy general in the field behind him.

While fighting, Canis caught a glimpse of his cavalry turning their horses and running towards him from afar, and he felt confident of victory.

"Surrender, Knight of the Thorn Flower!"

The moment he thrust his sword to suppress her, he grinned and slashed at her while shouting, "I'll spare your life!!"

Seizing the momentary slackness of the enemy general during his complacency, Leon saw the flaw, silently turned his sword and suddenly approached the magical impact.

The little strength in his body turned into a hammer of wind, which clanged and blasted Canis's tall armored body away and tumbled.

He raised his sword and took a step forward to chase him, but Leon saw that the other party seemed not to be injured. The moment he fell to the ground, he climbed up with the sword and blocked with his blade.

The surface of the wolf-patterned plate armor that had been dented in the fierce battle, bloomed with a green magic pattern covering the armor, and then slowly dissipated. Canis roared angrily: "Another damn witchcraft! So you are the wizard of the Farolis family?"

Listening to the sound of galloping horses behind him, Leon responded with a slashing blow.

He swung his sword and fought with the enemy again.

But he knew in his heart that he had indeed underestimated the difficulty of the knights of the Gunnar family.

The opponent's martial arts is not weaker than Baron Dosen who activated the Boiling Heart.

Even though the magic power of the Neti card has not dissipated yet, he still cannot defeat the opponent in a short period of time.

The cavalrymen who were coming back to support the enemy general who could not be captured had to cover a distance of dozens of meters, which was only a dozen seconds for the war horses.

Now that all his cards have been revealed, Leon's mood has hit rock bottom.

Just as he was making the decision to fight to the death in silence, not far to his left, even with his ears sealed by the dull helmet, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from another direction.

Leon kicked out his steel boots with boiling force, knocking Canis, who was blocking with his sword, so hard that his feet slid on the mud, leaving two long dents.

He was sweating all over and took this brief opportunity to take a break and looked back through the gap in his visor.

With a quick glance, he saw that his own cavalry, which was less than ten people, led by Knight Redo, bypassed the wolf leader's main formation with spears arranged like a hedgehog and rushed here.

The heavy cavalry squad that attacked from the flank collided with the wolf-led cavalry column that attacked from behind.

The Wolf Cavalry, who hurried back to rescue their lord, were unable to form an effective formation to fight against the enemy.

Looking back, Leon happily handed the enemy over to his trusted companions.

Even though the enemy still outnumbers us.

Even the Wolf Cavalry who had just escaped from the melee would only be delayed for a moment.

But it was enough, and he no longer doubted his victory.

Because behind him, a petite figure on a white horse and holding a spear was riding out of the line and sprinting towards him.

And before the enemy cavalry gathered to return for support.

It would not be a very difficult challenge for Olivia to work together with him to defeat the Wolf Knight in front of him.

"I'll return what I just said to you, Canis."

Leon held the sword with both hands and responded with the same threat from under his visor in a high voice: "You have been defeated, surrender, and I will spare your life!"

(End of this chapter)